In the doctor’s waiting room, Johnny Wrey signs in with nurse Hank.

“Please have a seat, Johnny. Doctor Lessman will be with you shortly.”

Johnny sits and tries to relax, but it’s no use. The penis test results are back from the lab, and Dr. Dick Lessman is going to discuss the results and course of treatment for Johnny’s penis. Johnny can’t help but think that the doctor’s name sounds like it is “Dick-less Man.”

“Johnny Wrey,” calls nurse Richard, “Right this way Johnny.” The nurse leads him to an exam room. “Take off your pants and underwear Johnny, but you may leave your shirt on.”

Johnny takes off his pants and underwear and sits on the exam table. Nurse Richard takes his blood pressure, temperature, and pulse. Richard says, “Johnny, the news and discussion will be a lot easier for you if you have a hard-on, so why don’t you stroke your cock ‘til the doc arrives.”

“Nurse Richard,” asks Johnny, “are all Dr. Lessman’s employees men?

“Why yes, Johnny, we are,” replied Richard, “Dr. Dick thinks it’s less intimidating to his patients that way. After all, Dr. Dick is a penis specialist so all his patients are men.”

Johnny sat alone, naked from the waist down, on the exam table. He began stroking his cock until it sprang out to it’s full 11 inches. The doctor arrived

“Johnny, I’m glad you are here, and an impressive erection I sould say!”

“Uh, hi Doctor.”

“I have the results from the lab and a planned course of treatment. Johnny, stroke your dick a little more, you’re starting to go soft, and I want you fully hard for what I’m going to tell you.”

Johnny stroked his cock faster and rubbed the coronal ridge with his thumb. This brought him back to full mast.

“Johnny, the results show that you do have a malignancy. Oh, you’re starting to get soft again, here I’ll rub your cock for you while we talk”

The doctor took off his shirt and took hold of Johnny’s cock in his beautifully masculine hands and started to stroke it. Johnny stared at his beautiful hairy muscular chest. An arm band tattoo circled his left bulging bicep and an eagle on his right. His torso tapered to an incredibly narrow waist and hips. The baggy scrubs hid any sign of a package between his legs. Johnny was fully hard after a couple of strokes, despite the upsetting news.

“We will try treating your penile cancer with a topical cream. If the cream works, you will not see any changes on the outside of the penis. The white growths on your shaft will remain and increase in number, but the cancer inside your shaft will disappear.”

This sounded like great news to Johnny.

The doctor continued, “If the cream does not work, the white growths on the surface will disappear, but the cancer inside your shaft and cock head will continue to grow. In that case, you would have to have a procedure called a penectomy.”

Johnny felt his face flush. Just the thought of being without his prized 11 inches made him sick to his stomach.

The doctor put on a pair of latex gloves, took out a tube and measured a silvery white paste into his hand. He started to rub the ointment all over the sick penis. He kept rubbing until the salve disappeared into the skin. Johnny was trying to hold back from cumming, but Dr. Dick said, “You really shouldn’t hold back from cumming. It can give you an inflammation with your balls.” Johnny let loose a flood of cum.

“Johnny, you need to have this salve rubbed into your cock every day for 3 to 4 weeks. I’m going to have you see Dr. Clark. He’s a psychiatrist who specializes in positive thinking therapy.”

“Doctor, I’m not crazy. I don’t need to see a shrink.” Johnny protested.

“I’m not saying you are crazy, Johnny, but you need to have a man to talk to during this very stressful time. He will be the one to administer the ointment daily. Be at his office a 6:00 p.m. tomorrow. I’ll call him and set up your appointments.”

Chapter 2: Dr. Clark’s office

Johnny walks up to the man behind the reception desk, “Hi, I’m Johnny Wrey, I’m here to see Dr. Clark.”

“Ah, yes,” replied the man, “You’re here for counseling on a possible penectomy.”

“Well, yes,” Said Johnny, his face falling.

“Don’t worry,” said the man, “The doctor is an expert at positive thinking and he’ll give you some exercises to do that will teach you to think positively.”

Dr. Clark appeared in the doorway to a room and said, “Hello Johnny, please come in.”

Dr. Clark’s office was not like a medical doctor’s office. It didn’t have the metal tables and an exam table. Instead it had a desk and a few chairs.

“Johnny, I spoke with Dr. Dick Lessman about your condition and I’m here to help you through the process.” “Shall we start by applying the salve to your sick penis, take off your pants, sit in this chair, spread your legs, and get an erection Oh, and try not to cum until the cream is absorbed by your penis.”

Johnny stripped from the waist down and sat, spread-legged in the chair. He looked over the doctor. This doctor was very handsome. The doctor took his shirt off, put on latex gloves and started to rub the same kind of cream into the sick penis.

Johnny looked over the doctor. He wasn’t muscular. He had a swimmers build with a dense pelt of fur on his chest. His chest hair was neatly trimmed and perfectly sculpted to compliment his wide shoulders and narrow hips. Johnny barely was able to hold off from cumming before the cream was absorbed into his cock.

The doctor was holding Johnny’s penis and started the counseling.

“Johnny, how do you feel about having a penectomy? What will you do and how will you feel without a penis?”

“Doctor, it isn’t impending, I only might need one. I don’t want to think about if I have a penectomy,” replied Johnny.

“Johnny, you need to start with positive thoughts…always think positively. Don’t say ‘if I have a penectomy,’ say ‘when I have a penectomy.”

“DOCTOR!” Gasped Johnny, “I don’t want to have a penectomy!”

“Johnny, I didn’t ask if you wanted one. You must face facts and face this issue head-on. You need to prepare yourself and accepting yourself as a man without a penis is the goal. Now I want you to tell me that you will still be a man after your penectomy.”

“Oh, Doctor! I can’t do that! I won’t be able to take it…not having a cock.”

“Johnny, your physician’s records show that you’re a gay man, and a bottom at that. What do you need a penis for?”

“What! How does he know that? I told my doctor that I’m gay, but I never told him about being a bottom!”

“He knew by your ass hole, Johnny. Your anal sphincter muscle has been stretched in a way that only is achieved by being fucked. Also, your penis tissues aren’t compressed. When you fuck anuses, the anal sphincter of the man you’re with squeezes and compresses certain tissues in your cock. You’ve never fucked a man before, and with 11 inches, you obviously have had plenty of opportunity to do so if you wanted to.”

“Well, you’ve got me there doc. I have had plenty of guys beg me to fuck them, but I refused. I do really enjoy getting fucked and I can cum without touching my cock when I’m being fucked.”

“See Johnny. You don’t need a penis for that. When your penis is cut off, you will still enjoy getting fucked by these guys, and you will still be able to cum.”

“I guess you’re right doc, but I still don’t want to loose my cock.” Said Johnny.

Doctor Clark said, “Say it, Johnny, tell me that you will still be a man after you have a penectomy.”

“Oh doctor, I…I will still be a man if I have a penectomy.”

“No Johnny. Think positively. Tell me that you WILL have a penectomy.”

“I,” started Johnny, “I will have a…penectomy.”

Johnny hung his head and closed his eyes. A single tear traced a path from his eye down his cheek. Dr. Clark took a tissue and dried Johnny’s cheek. He took Johnny in his arms and hugged him. He gave Johnny’s penis a squeeze and told him to come back tomorrow.

Johnny saw Dr. Clark every day for 3 weeks. Johnny didn’t notice that the lesions on his shaft had completely disappeared. He grew to enjoy being with Dr. Clark.

Dr. Clark never wore a shirt during Johnny’s sessions. He always held Johnny in his arms as he rubbed the ointment into the penis.

By the second week, Johnny got used to talking about when he will have a penectomy and what his life will be like after having a penectomy. By the third week Johnny was looking forward to having a penectomy.

Chapter 3: Dr. Dick Lessman's Office

After 3 weeks Johnny went back to Dr. Lessman, accompanied by Dr. Clark.

“Well, Johnny, Dr. Clark here, gave me a glowing report about your mental progress, but I see that the cancer is far from being cured, in fact, the lesions are completely gone from your cock shaft, which means that the treatment failed and you have to have a penectomy.”

This news shocked Johnny. It’s one thing to talk about having it done, it’s another thing to have it done!

“How much time do I have before you penectomized me, Doc?” asked Johnny.

Dr. Lessman replied, “A few minutes, Johnny. I’m going to do it right now. The operating room is being prepped as we speak.”

Dr. Clark asked Johnny for a favor, “Can I be the last man to suck your cock?”

“Yes,” Johnny replied, holding back tears. “I’m glad my last blow job will be from you.”

Johnny was stripped completely naked and laid down on a cot. Dr. Clark took off his shirt and hugged Johnny. Johnny asked him to strip completely naked. Dr. Clark agreed to and turned around and dropped his pants. For the first time, Johnny saw the doc’s beautiful but, and hanging between his legs, he got a glimpse of his scrotum. Dr. Clark turned around, his hands covering his privates.

“Before I take my hands away and show you, Johnny, I want you to know that I understand what you’re feeling.”

Dr. Clark dropped his hands, exposing his crotch. There were two big low hanging balls, but no penis.

“Dr. Lessman had to remove my cock last year Johnny.”

Johnny was so turned on, his cock felt like it was going to explode. The doctor took him in his arms and French kissed him. He felt the dickless crotch with his cock.. Dr. Clark kissed his way down Johnny’s chest to his cock. He took the doomed penis between his lips and proceeded to give Johnny the best blow job he ever had.

Dr. Lessman watched the proceedings and after Johnny had cum, he helped him onto the operating table.

The doctors started to strap Johnny down.

Johnny protested, saying, “You don’t need to do that, I’m not running away.”

But the doctors replied that the straps were required by law.

They finished strapping him down and Dr. Lessman said, “Johnny, you have to be strapped down so that you won’t move around too much during the procedure. By law, all penectomies are done WITHOUT ANESTHESIA.” “Will you be alright, or do we need to gag you?”

Johnny started screaming, “WHY! WHY! WHY!”

Dr. Clark said, “When a man looses his penis it should be the most painful thing he ever feels.”

Dr. Lessman took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and tattooed arms. Johnny couldn’t help but get erect. Then the doctor did something else. Dr. Lessman dropped took off his pants. Johnny was surprised to see his beautiful low-hanging balls, but his penis was missing too.

“Johnny,” spoke Dr. Lessman, “I had a penectomy about 10 years ago, so I also understand your feelings.” “Before I had my penectomy, my name was Richard Man. After the penectomy, I legally changed it to Dick Lessman, to let people know that I am extremely proud to have had my penis cut off. You see, ever since I hit puberty, I dreamed of having my penis cut off. After I became a doctor, I had one of my classmates cut my cock off.”

Dr. Lessman slid a catheter down Johnny’s pee hole. He then took a knife and slowly started cutting the penis at the base. When he came to a blood vessel, he stopped and tied it off before cutting it. There was a minimal loss of blood. A few times Johnny almost fainted, but Dr. Clark had smelling salts to revive him, and the penectomy continued.

It took an hour to carefully cut off Johnny’s penis.

Chapter 4: The Visit

After he healed, Johnny and Dr. Clark got married. When they got back from their honeymoon on a gay cruise, Dr. Clark went to visit his colleague.

“Thanks Dick, for finding a husband for me.” Said Dr. Jim Clark.

“Well, thank you, Jim, for convincing him to have a penectomy. I sure love having that 11 incher in my collection.”

“Yea, I knew you would. How many cocks do you have anyways?”

“Well, Jim, Johnny’s was number three thousand and four. Incidently, your 13 incher was number two thousand six hundred ninety eight.”

“Dick, have you ever had a patient that walked out of your office with his penis?”

“No, Jim. Every man who ever came to me, even all the men working for me, including my gardener, butler, electrician and plumber, has had his penis cut off.”

“Well, I took a year, but since you found Johnny for me, I forgive you for tricking me into having my healthy penis removed. Say, Dick, have you ever actually had a patient who really had penis cancer?”

“Jim, you’ve got to be kidding. The virus that causes penile cancer was eradicated within a decade of the passing of the mandatory circumcision law. There hasn’t been an actual case in almost 30 years.”

“Each and every single case has been like Johnny’s, just a minor infection that cleared up after a couple of weeks of salve were rubbed on the penis.”