The years passed. Happy productive years. He and Zoe were comfortably off and ecstatically happy. He’d had no recurrence of the problems with his genitals and was living life to the full.

He and Zoe were enjoying a BBQ with Enrico and his family when his friend asked him into his study.

“I wonder if I could put my white medical coat on for awhile Larry. Metaphorically speaking of course”. he said.

“Why sure doc” He laughed.

“I take it you’ve had no more problems in the sex department since the implant”.

“None at all doc ”.

“No unwanted erections,. No intolerable pain. ?”

“No doc. Only the nocturnal ones but no more so than you or any other man I guess.” He replied.

“So most of the time your sexuality, your arousal level is entirely under your control?”

“Yes doc”, replied Larry puzzled.

“And what about the discomfort on ejaculation” ?

“I’m used to that, enjoy it even. It’s part of my normal response. I would feel something was wrong without it. Where’s this leading doc?”

“If we thought we could control the pain and discomfort which you suffered during the adjustment phase would you recommend the modification to someone who you thought might benefit ?”.

“If I thought they would benefit, I’d probably recommend it whether or not.” Dr Mendez paused thoughtfully. “I’d like your help Larry”.

“Sure If I can. You know I will”.

“I thought you’d say that”. He smiled.

“I have a patient who is suffering from Body Dysmorphic Disorder. BDD. Have you heard of it?”.

“Yes I have”. Larry replied. “And because you’re telling me, I guess I know which part of his body he doesn’t want”.

“Got it in one my friend. Conventional treatments, drugs,Psychoanalysis, Psychotherapy haven’t worked so he’s been referred to me for a Penectomy”.

“OK” said larry.”Where do I come in?”.

“It’s well known that many men, having had a penectomy, regret it. The consequent emotional turmoil can be worse than the condition which triggered the desire in the first place. I mentioned your genital modification as a possible compromise. If his penis were out of sight, it might also be out of mind. It also leaves him the option of Penectomy should it not work for him. He asked if he could talk to you about it. Anonimously of course”.

“No problem Enrico. Glad to help. Go ahead, fix it up”.

“Thanks Larry. I thought that would be your reaction”.

A few days later Larry strode into DR Mendez’ office where he was already chatting to his new patient. They turned toward him and he offered his hand to the stranger. “Hi. I’m Larry, please to meet you.”.

The stranger took the proffered hand. “Pleased to meet you Larry. My names Vince. Vince Harris”.

Enrico spread his hands and took on a look of resignation. “So much for my attempt at anonymity and patient confidentiality. I’ll leave you to it. There’s coffee in the pot and I’ll tell my secretary you’re not to be disturbed. Let her know when you’re through and she’ll buzz me. Lock the door if you like.” With that he left.

Larry’s first reaction was how young Vince was. Mid twenties tops. Young enough to be his son !”.

“Thanks for agreeing to talk to me.” Vince said. “I guess Dr Mendez told you what my problem is, and what he suggested”.

“Yes. He suggested my genital rearrangement surgery might help you. So what can I tell you. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not. Ask anything you like”.

Vince swallowed nervously. “I guess I most want to know what it looks and feels like to you. Is it visible, at all ? Does it feel like it did when it was on the outside ? Does it still work ? and if it does, is it like before ?”.

On an impulse Larry took a deep breath.”Lock the door Vince”.

When Vince returned, Larry had dropped his slacks and shorts. “Come and take a good look. It’s O.K.”.

Vince moved toward him noticing the slight mound at the top of his scrotum. At the same time Larry felt it stir. ”Is that it ?”. He asked quietly, his hand moving involuntarily toward Larry as he spoke. He checked himself. Larry breathed deeply again. “Go ahead Vince, touch it”.

As Vince gingerly extended a couple of fingers Larry gently squeezed either side of the hidden member to make it more prominent. He manouevered the slack skin of his scrotum up and back along the shaft toward his body and stretched it over the stiffening member within. He checked himself and focussed his thoughts away from his penis. “I hope you realise I don’t do this for every man I meet,” Said Larry, laughing nervously to break the tension. “That’s one hell of a foreskin Larry,” Vince quipped. As his fingers touched the slight prominence of the head, they were both shocked. It stirred again. Larry was having an erection. He hadn’t planned on this.

Apart from Zoe, no one had ever touched his altered manhood in other than a clinical context, and here he was exposed to a stranger, with Enrico’s good looking secretary on the other side of the, albeit locked, door. It was too much.

Vince withdrew taken aback.”God I’m sorry Larry. Did I cause that. I didn’t mean....” .

“Neither did I”. Larry replied. “But as it’s happening we might as well let it.” He massaged his Penis, releasing the taut skin as he did so, to accomodate the lengthening member. Vince watched in awed silence. Larry eased his testicles backward and his scrotum took on its familiar pear shape, with his testicles either side the base of his shaft. He stifled his moan, as he felt the familiar pain of climax. He felt, and Vince saw, his penis pulse twice and then begin to relax. He was always surprised at how quickly it now returned to it’s flaccid state. Much quicker than it had before the modification. The tension left the skin of his scrotum. He felt the familiar caress as his testicles slid past his retracting member, as it returned to it’s resting place just above them.

He was reminded og that first orgasm, a lifetime ago it seemed now, and the kindly nurse who had gently cleaned him, and the floor.

Thanks to her he mused, that hadn’t happened this time.

He wondered if she still worked at the hospital. Despite the additional surgeries performed on him by Dr Mendez he hadn’t seen her.

His mind returned to the present.

“Well Vince. You’ve seen everything now," he said blushing with emabarassment." Any more questions ?”.

“Where do you cum? Is it in your sac ?”.

“No I cum through my Urethra”. He bent slightly backwards and lifted his scrotum so Vince could see the yellow memory foam plug in his relocated Urethra . “The plug stops it leaking out. I usually wait until my bladder needs emptying and just pee it out”.

He had inserted the plug before he left home, not because he had intended to ejaculate in front of Vince, but to show him the simple precaution he took if he expected to.

“Wow! Any time, any place, anywhere and no mess. That was awesome Larry. I have to have it. I have to be like you.”

“Well if that’s it Vince I’ll get dressed and you can get the secretary to buzz the doc.”

"Thanks Larry. I know you didn't have to do that. It couldn't have been easy."

A few minutes later Dr Mendez walked in. “Well ?” He quizzed,”How did you get on?”

“Larry was, is, great doctor. I know everything I wanted to know. I want Larry’s Procedure”.

Larry looked thoughtful. “Do you still have the endoscope DVD Doc ?”.

“Yes it’s right here. Why do you ask ?”.

“Why not let Vince see it” He replied.

“Sure if it’s ok by you. I’ll just get it from the filing cabinet".

He returned and placed the DVD in the PC. “So that’s what it looks like now", murmured Vince. “If mine looked like that I wouldn’t mind it on the outside.”.

“If yours looked like that Mr Harris it wouldn’t survive more than a few days on the outside. I can assure you though that it will become just like Mr Soames’ once inside your scrotum”.

“Do it Dr Mendez. Do it soon. Please,”, Vince almost pleaded.

“Before the end of the week then. My secretary will phone you”.

As they all rose to leave, Vince turned to larry and thanked him once again. “Can we keep in touch Larry ? If you're prepared to be a one man support group”.

“I’d like that,”, he replied, “Be interesting to compare notes.”.

“My secretary has both your contact details. I’ll get her to give you both a copy. Now if you’ll excuse me I have other patients. Leave when your ready.

Larry was increasingly called upon to ‘counsel’ patients pre and post operatively, but never again did he allow contact.

The procedure became almost routine, and increasingly refined. It was discovered that uncircumcised males posed unique problems. With no exposed glans, once inside the scrotum all sensation was lost. This suited some men. As the metamorphosis took place sensitivity retunred of course. This pleased some but others, not wanting this, ended up with a penectomy anyway. While yet others couldn’t tolerate the thought of being without feeling for the length of time, at least two years, before feeling began to return.

A system of interview, Psychoanalysis, assessment of initial sensitivity, thickness and extent of foreskin etc. Was developed so that for some men, circumcision prior to the procedure (Which had informally been christened, ‘Larry’s procedure’), was recommended.

New surgeons were trained in the technique and to this end the department produced a video, hiring an expert team who specialised in the field.

It included detailed procedures, scans, diagrams, and a professional commentary by Dr Mendez. It even included a section showing Larry masturbating to orgasm, to show how function could be retained. However, the clip was confined to his genitalia and immediate surroundings, and the ‘actual’ soundtrack replaced by a tasteful background of music, which it reduced it nothing more than a clinical demonstration of a bodily process.

The years were kind to Larry and Zoe, they grew old gracefully and their unique relationship never faltered.

Larry retired a little early, and so did Zoe but their pensions were sufficient to ensure financial security. Larry was even put on the hospital payroll as a ‘Specialist counsellor’ at a nominal salary.

But as the years passed Larry once again felt that all was not well.

His orgasms were taking longer and longer to achieve, and consequently the pain of the final stages lasted longer than he could sometimes endure, and he begged Zoe to. “For God’s sake get it over”. though he knew she was doing all she could. The involuntary night time erections were even worse.

He began to refrain from sexual activity for fear of the pain. He was constantly active, desperately trying to find something, anything to prevent the thought processes which might lead to an erection, to divert his sexual energy into other channels. It helped, but he couldn’t control the unexpected. A film, a picture in a magazine, a pretty girl on the street, Zoe naked and pink after a shower, even though, aware of his dilemma she hid herself as much as possible. He turned once more to alcohol and sedatives. He became morose, short tempered, withdrawn. Sometimes hardly speaking for days.

Zoe a repetition of the scenario of all those years ago, before he had one of his testicles removed. She suddered at the thought.

Enrico couldn’t help noticing the change in his friend, and the doctor in him became worried.

Sitting on the verandah one evening after a dinner party, the women doing whatever they do while men enjoy a drink and talk about ball games, Enrico said, It’s the constriction problem isn’t it Larry?. Not enough room in there again ? . Why don’t you let me take a look at you. I know you’re having trouble, it doesn’t take a doctor to see it. Stop by the hospital next week and let me see what I can do, before I’m too old and shakey to do anything at all. Please ”, he smiled at his friend, genuine concern in his eyes.

Larry new he had no choice and agreed.

Later that week Enrico examined him. “You’re losing sensitivity aren’t you Larry ? I can tell by the minimal reaction to my palpation. It feels a little denser too, not so soft and resilient. Your scrotum is shrinking too. I’m afraid Larry it’s old age!!”.

“I guess even you can’t turn the clock back doc” Larry said quietly.

“I’d like to do an endoscopy. I’ll use a Uroscope designed to down a normal Penis into the bladder. The invasion will be minimal, and I’ll go through your scrotum as far back as possible and come forward. The scar when healed will be tiny, and won’t interfere. Can you come in tomorrow morning”.

“Is it that urgent doc ?”. Larry asked.

“It needs sorting,” his friend replied.

Larry, Zoe, and Enrico were sat around a coffee table in Larry’s lounge. Enrico had called in with the result of the Endoscopy. He looked serious.

“O.K.” said Larry, let’s have it. ‘Warts and all’.

Enrico removed a photo from his briefcase. “Remember this ?” he asked, handing the print to the couple. They both smiled at the image of Larry’s glistening, pink penis of almost thirty years ago. “I see you do. He smiled, but his face quickly resumed it’s earlier look. “Prepare yourselves for a shock”, he said quietly, handing them a second photo.

Silence.

Larry finally spoke, clearing his throat he asked “What’s happened doc, what’s going on”. His penis was now a milky white colour, fatter and longer than before. It was bunched up with the two testicles in what was obviously a more confined space.

“Ageing Larry,” Enrico replied. “Years of abrasion and contact, however gentle, plus years of masturbation have thickened the membrane that surrounds it. The membrane now has little of the elasticity it was had, making it impossible for your penis to retract fully even when quiescent. The same has happened to the lining of your scrotum. Years of contact with a penis that it was never designed to accommodate has thickened it, and seriously compromised it’s elasticity. It’s also thickening and shrinking with age in the normal way. I’m amazed you were’nt aware, or at least didn’t suspect some of the changes.” He looked at Larry.

“I guess I did did doc, I just daren’t admit it.” He paused. “What will you do doc ? Remove the prosthesis ?”.

“I’m afraid it’s way beyond that Larry. Things are so confined in there that even without they would still be cramped. Additional loss of scrotal tone caused by another scar would compromise it so much you wouldn’t feel any benefit”

“You want to amputate my penis don’t you?” The question was almost inaudible. Zoe squeezed his hand and tears filled her eyes as ahe imagined his turmoil.

“No Larry. I want to remove the prosthesis, your other testicle, and anything else in there that you don’t need”. He paused t gather his thoughts the continued. “With only your penis in there, it should have plenty of room, even in it’s current enlarged state. With no more contact with testicles or scrotal wall we can expect the thickening to stop, if not reverse. Similarly without the irritation of erections etc. The wall of your scrotum should stop thickening too. Finally of course, with no testicles your need to masturbate will cease.”

“Larry brightened a little. “How about HRT ?”, he asked hopefully.

“Larry, Enrico admonished, it’s over. Stop tormenting yourself. Your pushing seventy. I’m pushing sixty. You’ve a great time. Nearly forty years of your own brand of sexuality. Let’s both retire gracefully and take up golf”. He said trying to soften the blow with a little humour.

Zoe squeezed his hand harder and looked into his eyes. “In all our life Larry I’ve never asked for much, but this, Do it, please. For me. For us.”

Larry slumped into his chair. “Do it doc”. Was all he said.

Larry, and Zoe grew old gracefully. He stilled enjoyed being caressed and massaged by Zoe. He still retained some sensitivity in the end of his penis, even though he now no longer had any urge to initiate activity, Zoe seemed to sense something and it was always pleasurable.In some ways larry felt he enjoyed it more than before. No longer fearing the excruciatingly painful outcome which was the inevitable price for his own, or Zoe’s attention. That, or the frustration of not going to completion and remaining unfulfilled. Sometimes even both. They tried experimentally to see if they could raise an erection. They managed it once or twice but the result wasn’t woth the effort. Zoe too seemed happier than before, perhaps happy in the knowledge that she could give the man she loved as the attention he wanted with no risk of causing him pain.

As time passed there ‘love making’ became less frequent. He was noticing changes in his scrotum. It was visibly shrinking, and when was bothered enough to fidn out, he was sure his penis was becoming increasingly more difficult to locate.

He mentioned it to Enrico in passing one day.

“Do you want me to have a look ?” asked his friend.

“Go ahead doc.” He said and grinned.

Enrico knew what he would find.

“It’s atrophy Larry. You know. ‘Use it or lose it’. With nothing in there to stimulate it, and your loss of libido I guess means you and Zoe don’t give it much attention anymore it’s shrinking”

“Is there any treatment? “ Larry asked.

“You could try regular massage to slow, or even halt the process, but it’s irreversible I’m afraid, and would there really be any point?”.

“You’re right. Let it go”

“I’m sorry Larry, truly I am. I wish I could help”.

“Larry gripped him by the shoulders and looked into his eyes”.

“My friend. You gave me the best forty years of my life. You, of all people, have no need to feel sorry.”

That evening he told Zoe.

“I guessed something like that was happening”. She said simply and hugged him a long time.

Later that evening, lying on the bed, Zoe gently caressing him he knew now that the dream was finally over, but he could imagine worse endings.

He was content.

The end of Larry’s story. But Vince is still out there if anyone’s interested.