A Night at the Theatre

PART 1: - THE REUNION.

It had been a difficult year at Foster & Foster Ltd. and in an attempt to drum up some badly needed business, I had been sent to “The London Exhibition”... I’d been manning our stand at Earls Court for three days and things were going pretty well… I had taken over £500k in orders, and was looking forward to reporting back my success to old Jack Foster.

It was Wednesday night and I was back at my hotel - “The Kensington Castle” - After a hot bath, a hot meal and a couple of cold beers, I wandered back to my room and started zapping between the continental channels... I calculated that during the past three nights I had clocked up over twenty hours of non stop porn and even after liberal use of the “Complimentary Body Lotion,” my tackle was feeling badly abused…!

After another beer from the mini bar, I decided that I needed some adventure in my life… I knew that Soho was less than a mile from the hotel, so I set off on foot and soon arrived at Portland Place. An assortment of seedy peep shows, cinema’s and basement clubs lined both sides of the many streets… I wandered along studying the doorway posters… All sorts of exotic thrills were on offer, from Acrobatics - to - Zoophillia.

The classy art work and stage photography of one -“Cub Erotica”- caught my eye; it seemed a cut above the rest. That plus the bright red neon sign, flashing -“ALL NUDE REVIEW”- which finally clinched it. I paid £15 membership / entrance fee to a doorman who was Frank Tyson’s double and I was directed along a smoky passage to the rear of the building, where a winding stairway led down into a large vaulted cellar. I was surprised to find a stylish cabaret suite; well furnished, with a bar extending the full width of the room at one end… An audience of about twenty people was scattered around a raised circular dance floor, which occupied the center of the hall.

I paid £5 for a bottle of third class lager, and found a comfortable seat near to the dance floor... The “All Nude Review” was already under way to the beat of primitive African / Tribal dance music. After several excellent routines, which left nothing to my sordid imagination, the exhausted performers staggered off the dance floor... The lights came up, and a fifteen-minute interval was announced over the p.a. - I decided that I needed to cool off; so I made my way back across the foggy room for another beer.

As I walked towards the bar, I noticed a middle aged woman standing at one end of the counter... An attractive well dressed lady, talking to a blond haired youth... Under normal circumstances he might have been taken for her son. However, bearing the establishment in mind, I decided this to be highly unlikely… As I stared across in her direction, she lifted her gaze, and our eyes met... I recognised her instantly and without hesitation, walked across to her... Fortunately my memory was correct; it was indeed my old friend Linda Crawford, who I hadn’t seen for over twenty years.

When I finally got around to asking - “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” - She informed me that she was The Owner…! In fact the club in which we stood was only one of fifteen pubs, clubs and theatres, in and around London which she owned. Obviously Linda was now an extremely wealthy woman... I also soon discovered that she had qualified in Urology at Kings College in 1983 and was now Dr. Crawford M.D.

She seemed genuinely glad to see me, and we were soon very relaxed in each other’s company as we reminisced about old friends and times past. We questioned each other long and hard about the paths our lives had taken over the last two decades… Linda explained that during her student years in London, she had taken “Club Work” to make ends meet… This paid unexpected dividends when she met and later married club owner, Georgie Reeves. Sadly old George’s heart couldn’t stand the pace, and he died five years after their marriage (Which was now over ten years ago)… Linda had taken to Soho like a duck to water and she now ran a highly successful, although slightly immoral, “Empire.”

After we had been talking for nearly an hour, Linda suddenly announced that she had something from “The good old days” which I would be interested in and she set off to fetch it from her office… I was now left alone with her young boyfriend?… He looked about nineteen years of age, blue eyed and fair skinned, with a complexion that most girls would die for… As I looked closely at him, I remember thinking that he hadn’t yet started shaving… He was softly spoken and had said very little during the past hour; in fact he was almost timid, particularly when speaking to Linda. Her attitude to him on the other hand was very confident… Not unkind, but dominant and self-assured almost like someone speaking to a pet dog!

I discovered that his name was Peter and he had known Linda for just over three years, since he had first worked as a glass collector in one of her pubs. I couldn’t quite fathom his present relationship with her and was left with the impression that he was little more than a fashion accessory.

Linda reappeared from behind the bar, holding onto a small grey exercise book, which I recognised at once, it was her “Special Diary”… She had marked one of the pages with a napkin, and opened it for my attention… I was treated to her records of my obscene behavior during the long, school summer holidays of 1975… I could hardly believe how detailed her notes were and my face flushed with embarrassment as I remembered how completely and deliberately she had controlled me… In an attempt to avoid direct reference to any of the entries, I asked her how she had maintained such strict control over me… “What was your secret…?” I asked… After a moments pause she looked at Peter and answered - “It’s no secret, it’s a fact of nature… At fourteen, an Innocent little boy stands no chance against a Street Wise little girl.”

PART 2: - THE THEATRE.

At the end of that evening at “Club Erotica ” Linda said that I was lucky to be in town that week and invited me to another of her clubs the following evening - “It’s mid-summers day tomorrow… You must see one of my very special performances... I only cut twice a year… And who knows..? One day “YOU” may be the star of my show”… I accepted her invitation without hesitation and wondered exactly what she had meant… I thought of little else the following day, until finally it was 9p.m. as I stepped out of the taxi and stood outside “Club - Le Dom Fem”… The doorman carefully inspected my invitation, confirmed the venue was correct and directed me onto the first floor.

As I entered the unlit auditorium, the atmosphere was one of great intimacy... The audience sat on old oak benches, set steeply around a small circular gallery, over looking a mahogany balustrade... Some 10ft below on the ground floor was a small well-lit room. The scene was one from the turn of the century, with a leather couch at the center of the small circular stage. Side tables set either side of the couch were laid out with surgical instruments… From my limited knowledge of history and architecture, I realised that this was obviously part of some old medical school… AN OPERATING THEATRE !

The audience of about thirty people sat in silence, until a small door opened in the paneled wall below. A girl dressed only in a white cotton gown entered the room; the garment clung tightly to her breasts and buttocks, accentuating the curves of her beautiful young body… She moved purposefully, her footsteps echoing loudly as she walked across the quarry tiled floor… After filling a bright steel bowl with steaming hot water, she sprayed a strong smelling antiseptic liquid over the couch and straps… For the next ten minutes she washed down the couch several times, until completely satisfied that it had been sterilised, then she left the room.

After several minutes she re-appeared with another young nurse… They walked either side of a young man, guiding him towards the couch... He apparently accepted his fate willingly, since he did not seem to struggle and when instructed to do so, he took off his gown and lay down onto the leather couch. He had obviously been prepared for some ritual, which we were about to witness… His pale naked body was spotlessly clean, and he had been completely shaved, except for his head, which was covered with a small green cap.

Working together they strapped him securely onto the Gelding Bench; finally placing a soft rubber ball into his mouth before fastening the last strap across his jaws... I fancied that he struggled a little at this point and let out a muffled moan (Perhaps it was my imagination)… Using long forceps and cotton swabs, one of the nurses then drenched his body from tail to navel with a clear antiseptic liquid. A strong clinical smell again filled the theatre. The spirit was obviously very cold, since he recoiled from the liquid as it touched him… His skin turned immediately to goose pimples and his genitals shrank back into his abdomen in an attempt to hibernate from the cold.

As this was happening, the other nurse uncovered and prepared a frightening array of surgical instruments on the side tables... A mature woman now entered onto stage; gowned and masked, with surgical gloves; she moved confidently towards her victim... The lower section of the bench was quickly divided and the Geldress positioned herself between the boy’s thighs, as the nurses raised and spread open his in legs in readiness… The atmosphere within the theatre was electric in anticipation of what was to follow - The audience, like riders together on a Big Dipper as it begins its first decent… We would not be disappointed…!

The team worked in total silence, each knowing exactly what as expected with military precision… A syringe of anesthetic was quickly emptied into his groin. Each of his testicles was injected in turn, then penis, perineum, abdomen and deep into each of his inner thighs... A carefully measured dose at each location… I expected a pause whilst the drug took effect. However, the Geldress quickly raised her right arm and the nurse immediately slapped a scalpel into her open hand and the operation began… I felt sure that the boy was not properly anesthetised at that stage… He moaned out and his body strained against his bonds, shuddering in pain as the first stages of his Castration began.

The blade was drawn along the seam of his scrotum, which fell open like a zipped purse. The gapping pink wound extended from the base of his terrified penis and almost entered into his tight little anus… The nurses standing closely at either side now pinched the newly formed flaps between their slender fingers and folded back the lapels of his sac, drawing him wide open and revealing a transparent membrane… An inner pouch… The gonads were tightly contained within this membrane like tiny newborn kittens about to face the world.

Discarded her blade. The Geldress hooked out the slippery gossamer bag and gripped it firmly in her left hand, stretching it off his body… With a small pair of surgical scissors, she trimmed off his outer sac completely and then proceeded to advance onto his testicles… Snipping as confidently as any Saville Row Tailor, she clipped open the delicate inner bag, revealing a fibrous membrane, which took several minutes to penetrate, until finally his gonads were revealed, glistening like fresh oysters clinging tightly into their moist shells.

With a short curved spatula she spooned them free from their warm sinuous nest, and pulled them firmly away from his groin, drawing out sufficient cord to rest the two slimy glands onto his nervous abdomen, glistening like tiny goldfish under the bright lights… Using four long forceps she clamped his chords deep within his groin, then without the slightest hesitation she snipped off the young healthy organs of his manhood and tossed them contemptuously into a kidney bowl at her side… She then carefully cleaned out the cavity she had created, sealing off each vein and vessel with a small cauterising torch, until his open wound resembled a toothless, gaping mouth.

She now began to amputate his penis from deep within his abdomen... The sound of cutting sinus and wet, fart-like slurping noises made the audience uneasy as the Geldress selected blade after blade to delve deeper and deeper into his body cavity… Her concentration was intense and one attentive nurse mopped beads of perspiration from her forehead, whilst the other manipulated the chrome plated suction pipe into the crevices of his open wound.

Finally her work was done and a broad smile spread across her face as she held aloft a snake of bloody flesh, only recognisable by the dripping purple gland swinging too & fro at one end… The audience gasped loudly as though they had surfaced for air after a deep dive… I remember thinking how in less than fifteen minutes, this wonderful team of women had transformed their male patient into a pathetic eunuch, with a cavernous wound now sited where his perfect genitals had so recently bulged.

The kidney bowl into which she had discarded his entrails was now completely full and she fished through the offal to find his gonads once more… Trimming off the epididimus like some butcher preparing kidneys for his window display, she dropped the two tiny pale nuggets of flesh into a small glass file. Once again she fished into the kidney bowl to find the snake and carefully sliced around the purple helmet gland, adding this also to the file... She then emptied the bowl contemptuously into a bucket at the side of the table, like something cleaned out a dead rabbit.

Her work was done and she stood back from her young victim and looked around at her speechless audience… Spontaneous applause broke out and rang around the auditorium. She allowed this to continue for a time before raising her arms in triumph as she left the stage, still clutching the glass file… The applause gradually subsided and the audience relaxed.

We were now treated to an astonishing display of needlework, as the young nurses closed his wound. Their tiny fingers appeared to play magically as they folded and stitched his groin back together. What had initially appeared to be a confused mass of raw flesh, gradually became a neat peach, with a line of silver stitches along its seam. Its small stalk finally formed by routing his urethra out at the bottom of his wound… The operation was complete and the nurses unfastened the straps and helped the Eunuch from the bench. They assisted him as he walked unsteadily out of the room by the same door in which he had entered, healthy and whole, less than an hour before... The lights in the auditorium came up and we were asked to make our way to the bar for a short interval.

During this time I spoke with several invited guests, who were more familiar with the proceedings… I was informed that we would soon be introduce to a young man who had undergone “The Cleansing” exactly six months previously... I waited impatiently as my curiosity grew. Finally a door opened and the group filed into the next room which this time, although still very small and intimate, was a more conventional theatre… As soon as the last person was seated, the lights dimmed and the curtains opened… Linda stood center stage, dressed in an elegant black gown: Alongside her stood Peter, the young man who had accompanied her when we had met the previous evening. He had obviously been the star of her show six months previously.

Up to that time, I had never considered myself homosexual, but I found Peter’s appearance extremely erotic… He was naked and beautifully proportioned… A fit, healthy young man with a flawless complexion, his slender torso perched on his powerful long legs, with his muscular arms draped at his side… His body was typical of many athletic young men. However as he stood with his legs slightly apart, the sight of his empty groin set my heart pounding… The peach was completely healed… This was surely Adam’s image before Eve had been conceived.

Over the next half-hour, a complicated ritual was performed which most of the audience seemed very familiar. Once or twice I asked the lady sitting to my right for an update, but I eventually lost the plot altogether… As far as I could tell, the young man was being presented to his “Mistress”, who was now in possession of the glass file containing the fruits of his manhood… She had apparently sponsored his emasculation six months previously, and would now support him in luxury for the rest of his life… Subject to his continued satisfactory service.

Linda was the High Priestess of this Dominatrix Cult… She was “The Geldress - The Cutter” and as far as I could tell, she was the only person within the cult who performed “The Cleansing”. I also discovered that her surgical qualifications and skills not only provided the necessary medical expertise, but also prevented any legal complications… I was told that a detailed legal contract was always completed between the Mistress & Slave before gelding, in case any of her eunuchs should have a change of heart at some later date.

After the performance I had a thousand questions for Linda and I interrogated her long and hard about the cult and the leading part she played… Eventually she said - “Learn for yourself” - and invited me to stay at her home for a few weeks, and help with “Simon”… The boy who’s cleansing I had witnessed that evening. I accepted without hesitation and arranged to take extended leave after my success at the exhibition.

PART 3: - NURSING SIMON.

Linda’s home was a luxurious Georgian town house in Kensington, and I was provided with every comfort during my stay… I arrived on Sunday morning and was immediately introduced to Linda’s 73-year-old housekeeper, Mrs. Kent. A very confident old lady, who had worked as Matron of the Royal St.Johns Hospital surgical wards for many years… She had been with Linda since retiring almost ten years ago.

Over this time she had attended to eighteen of Linda’s Eunuchs and I was to help her with Simon’s nursing care during my stay. At first I was uneasy about this responsibility, but even with my limited medical knowledge, I understood that this was a fairly straightforward task. I realised that Mrs. Kent had undertaken this duty many times and accepted that my role would be in a very minor capacity… The role of “Nursing Assistant” gave me free access to satisfy my curiosity after witnessing Simon’s operation two days earlier… I was allowed to study his modified body in intimate detail and even so soon after his surgery, I still found him an extremely erotic sight. The wound was exactly as I remembered, and I marveled at Linda’s skill. Not to mention the young seamstresses who had laced him together so neatly.

Mrs. Kent treated his wound each day in a very matter of fact way, as a nurse might tend a wounded finger. She removed the gauze dressings and instructed me to bathe his groin with a warm antiseptic solution. I was told that hygiene was vitally important during the first few weeks of healing and after a little training, I was allowed to complete his dressing... I was a good nurse and became obsessive in ensuring that he was kept scrupulously clean from tail to navel, using numerous swabs and cotton buds on his thirty six stitches... I would dry him off with a hair dryer to avoid any possible infection and then carefully spread a pink antiseptic cream along the seam of his wound, before applying fresh gauze.

During the first week after his operation, Simon was catheterised, and it was my duty to empty the piss bag every four hours... During my bedside visits, I held long conversations with him and was able to learn all about him. He was twenty years old, and had been one of Linda’s employees since leaving school four years earlier. When referring to Linda he reminded me of Peter by the way in which he accepted her as his Mistress without question... He would do anything to please her, and when she had asked for his manhood he was honored to provide it…Without question.

Mrs. Kent removed the catheter during the second week and explained to Simon the importance of regaining control of his bladder. He was obviously eager to regain this control, and began to exercise and develop the muscles, which would power his new waterworks. Eventually after eight or nine weeks he had completely mastered control of his revised plumbing.

As time passed his young flesh healed rapidly and took on a less painful appearance. The stitches were removed and the only evidence of his mutilation was a deep red scar centered on his flawless crotch… I was surprised that no pubic hair grew on his sexless groin, in fact he no longer needed to shave and developed a beautiful ivory complexion over his entire body… After three months, Simon’s wound had healed to the point that only a thin pink line along the site of his emasculation remained. Mrs. Kent assured me that the redness would continue to fade into a fine silver seam with a completely natural appearance.

It was now eight weeks before Simons “Presentation” and at this stage, it was announced that Simon’s sponsor was a gay man in his fifties… It was therefore necessary to prepare him for anal intercourse…! This preparation involved the gradual stretching of his sphincter by fitting and expanding him with butt plugs… Progressively increasing their girth until after two weeks, Mrs. Kent was able to gently insert the largest plug, which was a full 2 inches in diameter... The flesh coloured plug was removed three times a day and an impressive 9 inch ivory dildo was used to gradually ream his sex tube deeper and deeper… I must confess that I enjoyed those sessions under the direction of Mrs. Kent… Dribbling lubricant onto the thrusting dildo, as I slid it in and out of his warm sensitive body.

After a month the virgin’s tight little colon was completely elastic and he was able to able to accept the ivory weapon up to its hilt without difficulty, achieving full penetrative thrusting for extended periods… I was surprised and delighted to learn during one of our sessions, that Simon could still achieve orgasm… I was first aware of this fact as I was rodding him, when I noticed his fat little peach was pulsing rhythmically and then with my hand on his tummy, I felt the involuntary muscular spasms within his abdomen, which convinced me that his prostate gland was still wonderfully intact… I now realised that I was bi-sexual and it was largely by accident that Simon and I lost our gay cherries together during one off these sessions.

Mrs. Kent was called away to a lengthy telephone call… I had been shafting Simon for almost half an hour and had brought him to the point of no return… His whole body was trembling, as I massaged his tight little belly and fingered his prostate with my right hand… Then without thinking beyond my own lust, I stepped out of my trousers and slid my feeble 7 inch erection deep into his well oiled orifice until my bollocks crashed painfully against his buttocks… I only stroked my length into him two or three times before emptying the contents of my balls into his virginal abdomen… Forcing my hips forward and holding my rock hard cock inside him, as I released five or six great spurts of spunk, which filled his hole and ran past the sides of my thick cock, dripping out onto its sac… I collapsed forward onto his chest and kissed him hard on the lips, before withdrawing quickly and inserting the cold phallus as Mrs. Kent re-entered the room.

PART 3: - THE STAR OF HER SHOW.

After Simon had been presented at “Club Dom Fem”… I cared for Paul; during which time Mrs. Kent decided that she would finally retire to her bungalow in Bournemouth… I then served my Mistress for another year, caring for and training another two of her eunuchs, until one evening she caught me buggering young Mathew and decided that it was time that I too should be gelded… We understood that I would continue to serve her for the rest of my life and when that Mid-Summers evening finally arrived, she told me to shower and shave whilst she prepared her team… The clock struck nine o’clock and my nurses appeared… “It’s time - We’d better get into Theatre.”

The gelding bench had been prepared by the time I entered the room and I once again smelt the strong disinfectant… I walked unaided between Kim and Gail and lay willingly upon the bench, allowing the straps to be fastened about my naked body. I put my trust in them completely as they tied down my limbs, fastening me securely until I could barely move a muscle. I lay back accepting my fate as the bench was adjusted, raising and parting my thighs in readiness for my Mistress. At this point I noticed that the red lights on the video cameras were lit - “Do we have an audience” I asked - “A full house… Standing room only” - Kim replied, as she fastened the gag over my mouth.

From my memory, I visualised the audience’s view from the gallery above... I was being presented like some amusing object for their entertainment… An elaborate fruit dish, offering my gonads like delicate ripe plumbs, ready to be plucked from me... I closed my eyes tightly as my torso and thighs were drenched in icy cold surgical spirit.

Linda entered the room and I felt several painful injections into my groin and thighs and within seconds a strange numbness spread out from the center of my body; soon I had lost all feeling from my knees to my nipples. The pressure of her hands was now rocking my body and I realised that the operation had begun. I was suddenly aware that this was no game; it was horribly real and I had passed the point of no return... I strained against my bonds and tried to shout out and stop her, but the straps held me tight and the soft rubber ball between my jaws prevented any sound from leaving my lips... Linda had obviously seen this reaction many times before and stared sternly into my eyes, as she refused my plea, shaking her head, as she began to open my scrotum.

My sense of helplessness was exaggerated, as she displayed each part of my sex as it was removed... First, looking like strips of peel from a pale pink grapefruit, she presented the flaps of my scrotum. This confirmed that my emasculation was well under way and I took a deep breath in anticipation of her next display... I had seen the speed at which she worked and knew that I would be a eunuch within minutes.

I felt my whole body being dragged towards her and realised that my bollocks were at the other end of this tug o war… She was drawing the vas deferens and spermatic cords out of my abdomen… When the tugging stopped, I realised that the deed was done and I viewed my testicles as I had never seen them before, dangling pendulously from the severed pipes and tubes, pinched between her fingers; dripping pink mucus as they swung slowly too and fro.

As she held the glands over my face, she undid a strap with her free hand, removed my gag and lifted out the soft rubber ball... I automatically opened my jaws wide, allowing her to drop the offal into my gaping mouth. They were much cooler than I expected with a strong acrid taste, which was obviously the anesthetic liquid… I closed my lips around them, biting at the cords, which draped out of my mouth and hung, against my chin… Like some giant hamster with bulging cheek pouches, I began to suck and swallow the blood and semen out of my gonads… For several minutes, I continued to suck on them like a baby with it’s dummy, draining out the last of their seed, until they shrank to nothing more than two anemic white prunes. Even when they were reduced to nothing more than balls of spongy gristle, I continued to chew mercilessly on them.

The force of the operation was now at it’s most intense and my body was rocked from side to side as Linda cut deep within my groin. The nerves and sinews of my organ were systematically disconnected, releasing it inch by inch as it curved deep into my body cavity... The final cut was made, and a snake of bloody flesh was lifted from my groin. The member was finally released from its host, like the birth of some obscene alien creature... She held the slimy flesh aloft and inspected it for a few seconds and then tossed it into the kidney bowl at her side. After wiping her hands with a small towel she offered the bowl for my inspection and told me to empty my mouth… I looked at the object, which had caused me so much grief and suffering over the past thirty years and I spat out the gonads, which I had been gnashing between my teeth since their recent amputation. Cock and balls were now briefly reunited in the bowl… After retrieving the three delicacies and dropping them into her glass file, the bowl was emptied noisily into the slop pail at her feet, sounding like someone vomiting into a bucket.

I remember closing my eyes and feeling a wonderful sense of contentment, as though I had achieved the ultimate ejaculation… For the first time in my life I was rid of those parasitic organs, which had controlled me so completely… I felt the immense pleasure of being clean and wholesome and wept with joy as I realised that my obscene genitals had been successfully removed and I was free at last.

I lay back onto the bench, now relaxed, as Linda continued to clean out the final traces of my manhood from the gaping wound between my legs. A smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils and I listened to each feint hiss as she cauterized the redundant vessels and veins which had once driven my masculinity. Just as I my stamina was beginning to fail, I realised that the cutting was complete and like a proud barber, a mirror was produced and held up for my inspection.... I nodded my approval and appreciation.

I had almost forgotten that we were not alone, and was startled as applause began ringing out from the gallery above... I realised that it was exactly as Linda had predicted when we met two years previously... I was The Star of Her Show.