Stanley at the Radisson (4th 'Stanley' installment)

Stanley at the Radisson

(4th 'Stanley' installment)

A few days later, Stanley found himself driving to the support group Ms. van Handler had mentioned: Men Who Fear Prospective Castration. As Stanley approached the downtown area he was still struggling to accept the fact that the meeting was really being held in a function room at the Radisson. For some reason, he had had it stuck in his mind that the meeting would most likely be held in the grimey, poorly lit backroom of an abandoned gas station at the edge of town.

Stanley parked his car in the Radisson parking garage and headed for the lobby. He felt very nervous and was sure that everyone knew who he was and why he was there. Standing in the enormous lobby, he was casting his eye around the place to get his bearings when it came to rest on one of those waist high signs on aluminum stands that hotels put out in their lobbys to welcome various business conferences. Stanley was somewhat shaken to see that this one read "Radisson welcomes the Men Who Fear Prospective Castration support group". Stanley timidly approached the registration desk and came opposite one of the perfectly poised and pretty young girls behind the counter with the intention of asking for directions to function room 8B. He saw that her name tag read "Clarice". When he asked her for directions, she paused and looked him up and down with a sly, amused expression and then responded in a loud clear voice, "Oh, you must be looking for the meeting of the Men Who Fear Prospective Castration support group?" Stanley blushed almost purple, hastily looked over each shoulder to see if anyone had been listening and then stammered "Yes, yes, that's it, that's the one." Clarice gave Stanley the dircections, and as Stanley turned to go, he looked back over his shoulder to see Clarice talking quietly and laughing with two of the other girls behind the front desk as they boldly and amusedly followed him with their eyes.

Stanley's face burned with shame and he stumbled and almost fell on the heavy carpeting of the hallway on his way to the function room. As he stumbled he thought he heard the tinkle of a young women's laughter and looked around to see who it was but couldn't find anyone.

Finally, Stanley came to function room 8B. He was again quite taken aback to see a large placard posted on the door welcoming the Men Who Fear Prospective Castration support group. "Where will it all end?" Stanley thought to himself. Entering the room, Stanley groaned to see a huge purple banner hung over one side of the room declaring:

The Male Sexual Re-alignment Clinic

and

Alicia J. Angelfeather

Registered Therapeutic Castratrix

welcome you to the

Men Who Fear Prospective Castration

support group

In the back of the room, two young men in Radisson staff uniforms were finishing setting up a coffee and refreshments table. One of them nudged the other when Stanley entered and said, just loud enough to be heard, "Hey, look, here comes another one," and they both loudly snorted and guffawed. This drew the attention of Ms. van Handler who stalked over to the table and demanded of the young men, "If you don't mind, please finish up what you are doing and then leave. If I notice anymore disrespectful behavior from you two, I'll report you to the management!" The young men where quite abashed and shame faced after that and quickly finished their work and left.

The room was quite full with what looked to be almost 50 men in attendance. Stanley watched as they began to crowd around the coffee and refreshments table. They all looked very similar to himself, they were all shy, reserved men wearing conservative, nondescript clothing. Taking in the rest of the room, Stanley noticed that, unlike most other function rooms he had been in, this one had a linoneum floor. And then he noticed the concentric circle formation the chairs were placed in, and he chuckled in recognition as he remembered what Ms. van Handler has told him about what the men all did together at the end of every support group meeting. Scanning the room further, he also discovered that there was a large mop and mop bucket standing in one of the back corners of the room. Stanley mused ruefully to himself that it would very likely be himself who would be becoming much better aquainted with that mop and bucket later on.

Stanley went over to the coffee and refreshments table and said hi to a couple of the other attendees standing round it talking, holding styrofoam cups of coffee in one hand and small, palm sized white paper plates with cookies and pastries piled on them, on their other. After a quick survey of what was being offerred, Stanley went away empty handed, since he didn't really care for either coffee or sweets.

Just then, Ms. van Handler, standing in the middle of the room loudly cleared her throat and called for everyone's attention. She then announced that it was now time for the meeting to begin and asked everyone to come and take their seats. She also asked Ms. Angelfeather to go and lock the big double doors to the hallway, since they didn't want any interruptions once the meeting was underway. The other attendees all dutifully turned and shuffled over to the seats. Stanley was about to take a seat in the back row when Ms. van Handler noticed him and called out to him, "Stanley, Stanley, please don't sit there, please come down front and sit in the front row. All new members are required to sit in the front to help everyone get bettter acquainted as quickly and efficiently as possible. We don't want you hiding in the back now, do we? You silly, shy little boy," she laughed. Stanley felt his face get hot and flushed, and he did as he was told and walked with his head down, looking neither to right or left, until he was in the center of the room where he quietly took a seat.

"Now then, now then, gentlemen," called out Ms. van Handler.

"Soon to be ex-gentlemen, if I have anything to say about it," interrupted Alicia Angelfeather with the girlish giggle.

"Please, Alicia, let's all try to calm down and be serious here. I know that everyone is in very high spirits, as usual, but please let's try and contain ourselves. We only have this room for 3 hours, and that gives only 2 and half hours for the meeting itself, since it always takes approximately half an hour at the end to get the neccessary mopping and cleaning up done." There were some light giggles and snickers from the back row as she said that.

"Ahem!" said Ms. van Handler sternly, and the snickers abruptly stopped. "Now, everybody, let's just take a moment now to look around the room. Does anyone notice anything different?"

"Yeah," came a voice from the back, "Joe and Arnie aren't here."

"That's right, Bruce, thank you. Now, Joe and Arnie aren't here because, as you all know, they were scheduled to make that special visit to Alicia Angelfeather's this week, so that they could receive the kindest cut of all from her. And how did that go, by the way, Alicia?"

"Oh, they were both very brave, and very good boys, like all your boys are, Patricia, all the sweet little darlings who successfully graduate from your excellent treatment program. When his time came, each one stripped off his clothes, climbed up onto my operating table, and calmly and whole heartedly offered up his manhood to me. And you know me, Alicia, if there's one temptation I can't resist, then it's the temptation to employ all my special talents and skills to their utmost in helping a willing man who's surrendered his manhood to me. I'm sure you all know exactly what I'm talking about, he! he!"

All the men joined in on the joke and laughed, albeit, somewhat nervously.

"Yes, indeed, he! he!," laughed Ms. van Handler, they sure do know exactly what you mean, ha! ha! So, tell us, Alicia, how are Joe and Arnie doing now?"

"Well," responded Alicia Angelfeather, "I believe they're both spending the week at home and are recovering very nicely. I personally called them both this afternoon, and they told me that they had both recovered enough so that they could take short walks around their neighborhoods, and also, that they now only needed to take one pain pill a day. Joe even told me that he was very pleasantly suprised at how painless it had all been and went on to say that he had experienced greater discomfort that this when undergoing minor dental work! He! He!"

"Isn't that wonderful, everyone?" asked Ms. van Handler, "I'm sure we all wish Joe and Arnie all the best and a very speedy recovery, don't we?" There were a few, somewhat half hearted, responses to this, such as "Oh yes", "Of course", "Yes, certainly", "All the best!"

Ms. van Handler crossed her arms on her chest, tapped her foot and make a disgruntled "Hmmmm" sound as her gaze swept disapprovingly over the group of seated men. She then shrugged it off, and continued, "So, tell us, Alicia, when are they scheduled to have their stitches out?"

"He! He!," laughed Ms. Angelfeather, "oh, that's one of my most favorite parts of the procedure! They're both scheduled, both Joe and Arnie, to come in next week. I just love hearing them gasp and whimper and watching them squirm and wriggle on my exam table as I slowly pull out the stitches. My patients always say that the feeling of having their stitches pulled out, down there in their most sensitive area, tickles and pricks them in the most exquisite and intense way, he! he! Then I inspect their little puffy pinkish/purple incision to make sure it's healing correctly, then I give their cute, pouty little empty scrotums one last soft little pat, and tell them they're all fixed up good now and can go home and begin enjoying their brand new lives, he! he!"

"That's excellent news, Alicia," said Ms. van Handler, "and I know we all enjoy Alicia's cheerful and enthusiastic approach to performing her very central, and absolutely indespensible, duties to secure your ultimate fulfullment at the end of your re-alignment therapy. Let's all have a big round of applause for Alicia!"

The men responded to this with thunderous applause that stopped abruptly when Ms. van Handler waved her hand, signaling it to stop.

Alicia Angelfeather then gave a little cheery wave to the group and went over to sit by herself in a seat near the wall over on one side of the room.

"Now, as many of you already know," said Ms. van Handler, "Alicia and I are two of the pioneers in the field of male sexual re-alignment. And as I have stated on previous occasions, Alicia and I are currently in the process of writing a book that will try and capture the state of the art of this new discipline, at least to the degree that we have both so far perfected it in our respective practices."

Several members of the group were seen to respond to this medical mumbo-jumbo by allowing their eyes to glaze over, and their heads to nod sleepily down towards their chests.

"Now wake up, you silly boys!" said Ms. van Handler, forcefully, "You all know good and well that I wouldn't waste any of our meeting time on dry, clinical discourse. Really, I am ashamed of you! No, what I would like to talk about tonight, before we commence with the usual group discussion, is some ideas I've had recently about the effect of mass media, especially TV, on male sexual re-alignment."

"Now, these TV shows that I would like to discuss, I am sure all of you are familiar with them," continued Ms. van Handler, "although the baby boomers will be more familiar with them than the younger members of the group who can only have seen them in syndication. The relevance of these shows to some of our younger members may seem questionable at first, but I beg you to bear with me for the time being, and I promise, everything will become clear."

"Now, to begin with, I would like to lay blame for many of our current male sexual re-alignment problems at the door of all the inappropriately vanilla, hetero, monogamous sitcoms such as 'The Donna Reed Show', 'Leave It To Beaver', and others like them. They have done untold damage to generations of men, like yourselves, by indoctrinating you into a false conception of the role of men in our modern society."

At this, many of the drowsier men in the group seemed to sink even further into a stupor.

"The was only one bright ray of hope that miraculously slipped through this dismal regime of vanilla heterosexuality, was a little show called 'I Dream of Jeannie'."

At the mention of this TV show, all the members of the group became fully awake and keenly attentive.

Ms. van Handler laughed to see the reaction that this simple reference had provoked. "Ha, ha, so I see you agree with me about it's relevance to your sexuality?" she said. "'I Dream of Jeannie' was initially scorned at the time as being a cheap 'Bewitched' knock-off, but loyal viewers soon came to realize and appreciate the important distinctions between the competing shows. In the show in question, Jeannie's confident, dynamic sexuality, as well as her magic power, were shown to easily and completely dominate her stammering, nebbishy housemate, Major Nelson. The brash and sexy way that Jeannie pronounced 'Yes, master!', when addressing Major Nelson, told the viewer who was really in command. And the sassy and adolescent way that Jeannie treated Major Nelson's silly little macho man quibbles as playthings for her amusement was simply exquisite."

As they listened to this, many men in the group, including Stanley, had begun to get more and more fidgety and had begun frequently darting their hands between their legs to "adjust" themselves. Ms. van Handler took note of this with a smile of sly satisfaction.

"And, best of all, there were no matrimonial bonds between Jeannie and Major Nelson, thus allowing her to be completely free in her exuberant, playful, and wickedly knowing sexuality. This rendered her, in many men's fantasies, as the ultimate and ideal femme fatale/sex kitten/castratrix."

At this point, the fidgeting and "adjusting" had reached a near fever pitch, so Ms. van Handler had to stop and order them all to calm down and put their hands to their sides, which they reluctantly and ashamedly did. "We don't want you to get too carried away so early in the meeting, do we?" she asked. "After all, we wouldn't want any 'accidents' to happen, would we? Both Alicia and I would be very disappointed if any of you weren't able to give your 'all' during our customary closing ceremony of shared, unanimous sexual expression. So please make an effort to restrain yourselves, guys, ok?"

"Now where was I," Ms. van Handler said, "oh, yes, the old 'I Dream of Jeannie' show. Yes, it's simpley amazing that such a show, such a powerfully erotic and sexually potent show was ever allowed on the air. And as an aside, I believe that much of the show's potency derived from the fact that so much of it's dominance and submission theme was never explicitly stated, but only implied. But I think most of you will agree with me that for our purposes, that fact is really neither here nor there."

"And furthrmore," Ms. van Handler continued, " I thought that most of you would be interested to learn that Alicia and I think so very highly of 'I Dream of Jeannie", that we have been working on an updated version of it. A version that is more up front and out of the closet with its's treatment of male submissive sexuality. We are tentatively calling it 'I Cream For Jeannie'! He! He! The premise is that Jeannie is living in a large rambling house with five, very fit, very sexy young Marine Corps cadets. And all of them are secretly totally sexually submissive to Jeannie. The plot of each show will revolve around Jeannie's cunning use of one (it'll be a different one each week) of the young marines' vanity, submissiveness and mindless pursuit of sexual gratification to ensnare him into a situation where he comes within a hair's breadth of losing his most precious possession, his manhood. At the last moment, Jeannie magically appears on the scene. The marine thinks he is saved and breathes a huge sigh of relief, but Jeannie tells him 'not so fast, mister', and with his precious manhood still hanging precariously in the balance, she forces him to perform the ultimate humiliation in front of her, his own manual self gratification. Jeannie stands over him while he does this, watching with a mixture of haughtiness and playfullness as he vigorously strokes himself until he erupts with a near-volcanic ejaculation. After he is done, and has hung his head in exhaustion and shame, Jeannie releases him from danger and tells him that he has been a very good boy and that she is very proud of him. He is safe and out of danger. Well, at least until next week, anyway."

Many of the men in the support group, at this point, are finding it very hard to keep still, with their hands at their sides, and away from their crotches, and are gritting their teeth and clenching and unclenching their hands spasmodically.

"Just to keep the audience on its toes," continues Ms. van Handler, "we've decided to occasionally break from the usual formula for ending the show, such that, after the marine has finished cumming, instead of releasing him, Jeannie asks him if he is now ready to give the ultimate proof of his devotion and adoration of her, i.e., to surrender his manhood to her, permanently, for real. After a long pause, the marine bows his head and replies whole heartedly in the affirmative and then steels himself to undergo the ultimate sacrifice. But in the end, Jeannie always relents, and foregoes taking his manhood. All, that is, except for the last show in the series. Jeannie has her favorite marine caught in the usual manhood threatening snare, he cums volcanically, and then offers his manhood to her, and, at the last minute, she accepts, and the camera goes in for a close up of his face as he looks up at Jeannie in total loving adoration as she springs the trap that will permanently bind them together as mistress and eunuch for life."

One of the men at the back, who can no long control himself, has taken his rigid penis out of his pants and has begun pumping it with total abandon.

"Howard! Howard!" Ms. van Handler shouts at the masturbating man, "stop that at once! Do you hear me! Stop it, I say! If you don't stop it, you will leave me no recourse but to..."

But it is too late, poor Howard has already started to ejaculate, squirting his semen onto the back of the chair in front of him, and onto the shirt sleeve of the man sitting in front of him, before dribbling the rest onto the floor between his legs.

"Ok, Howard," says Ms. van Handler firmly, "you know what the rules are. Go and get yourself cleaned up and then leave. From this day forth, you are no longer my patient and can no longer receive my treatment program, nor be allowed to attend these support group meetings."

Howard sits stunned, and tries to argue with and beg Ms. van Handler to change her mind, but it is no use. Alicia Angelfeather gets up to unlock the door to let him out as he morosely shuffles towards the door. "I guess I won't be seeing you on my operating table after all, Howard," she says, "and I was so looking forward to it, too. Oh well, good-bye, Howard, and good luck."

This incident has cast somewhat of a pall over the proceedings, but Ms. van Handler shrugs it off and continues, animatedly, with her description of her ideas for a 'I Cream For Jeannie' show. "The show would be an erotic sitcom. The comedy would come in because of the unbelievable gullibility of the marine, as, each week, he falls so thoughtlessly and uncritically into each phase of Jeannie's cunning snare. And there would also be a lot of comedy resulting from watching the marine's macho facade crumble as he becomes a frantic, babbling sissy begging for his precious manhood to be spared."

"Alicia has written a treatment for the series as well as a script for the pilot episode," continued Ms. van Handler, "and so far we've shopped it around to the Playboy Channel and the Spice Channel, but haven't gotten any feedback on it yet. We are also toying with the idea of using our, not inconsiderable, personal fortunes to start our own production company and then market the results on video via ads in magazines like 'Leg Show'. At any rate, we believe such a show would not only be entertaining, and fill a, at present, mostly empty, niche in the adult entertainment market, but it would also be furthering the cause of helping many man realize their true sexual potential and alignment."

Ms. van Handler glances at her watch and exlaims, "Oh, dear, is that the time? I really must apologize for monopolizing so much of the meeting time in talking about my personal pet project. We had best continue on with the

discussion portion of the meeting now, so there will still be plenty time at the end for the customary closing ceremony of shared, unanimous sexual expression."

"Since Stanley is the new member this month, then it is appropriate that he should get up and introduce himself," says Ms. van Handler.

Stanley got unsteadily to his feet and turned to face most of the group. "Hello, my name is Stanley, and I'm afraid of castration." Many members responded by called out a greeting, and other words of encouragement, to him.

The members then began to discuss their uncertainties and misgivings about their prospective castration, and it soon progressed from being a matter of simple apprehension to a more sophisticated acknowledgement that many of them were less afraid of the basic fact of having it done to them than they were shaken to discover just how much they each secretly craved and ached for it to be done to them, especially if it were to be carried out by a sexy, confident castratrix that they could devote their lives to adoring.

"Like me!" piped up Alicia Angelfeather, merrily. That broke the somewhat overly serious spell and everyone relaxed and laughed easily.

Then Ms. van Handler got up and introduced a man she called Ned. "Ned," Ms. van Handler, "is one of my many success stories. He went through the ultimate transition about two years ago, and has been doing very well ever since. He's here to answer any questions you may have about having 'it' done to you."

Ned was a friendly personable man who had a thin, wiry build, and was a little on the tall side. He seemed to exude an air of quiet contentment. Members of the group asked him a few basic question which he fielded easily. Then someone asked him how being a eunuch had affected his sex life. Ned smiled easily and said that, although he had known and spoken to quite a few of Patricia and Alicia's other eunuchs, he couldn't speak for all of them. He then went on to say that he did know that quite a few of them had renounced all sex altogether after the sugical mod and had adopted very quiet, monkish lives. As for himself, he had had a very active sex live before his 'transition', and he continued to enjoy a very active sex life now, although there were certainly many things about it that had had to change.

This statement confused many members of the group and they asked Ned to please clarify what he meant by saying that he still had a very active sex life. Ned laughed and said that just because he could no longer use his penis for sexual penetration, didn't mean that he couldn't provide partners with sexual satisfaction.

Ned laughed again at the consternation and bewilderment that this statement caused his listeners. "Ok, ok," he said, "I'll quit beating around the bush. I'll be perfectly frank with you. I'm part of a small group of sex workers that cater to the small, but thriving, pay-for-play eunuch niche. You'd be surprised how many men and women are actually very turned on by the idea of having sex with eunuchs. Now hold on, I can see you shaking your heads, but I kid you not, I'm totally serious about this. I know, for one thing, that you won't be at all surprised to find out that the sex worker group I belong to was founded and organized by our very own Patricia and Alicia. Yes, that's right. It's an outcall service that depends mostly on word of mouth referals, but we have also been taking out a small ad in the local adult free press and also discreetly on a couple of sites on the internet. We're called, 'Eunuchs R Us'. Yeah, yeah, I know it's a tacky name, but it's effective and it serves a purpose."

"Just as an example," continued Ned, "last week I had a gig as a sex slave at a kinky yuppie sex party. When I got to the sprawling ranch style home it was being held at, there were Beemers and Benzes parked all up and down the street and on the lawn. When I came in the front door, the hostess, who was a total knockout and was wearing the skimpiest thong bikini I've ever seen, gave me a pair of knee pads and a rubber pig mask. Then she told me to strip and put them on, and then to wander around the party on all fours making pig noises. I was a little surprised, but not really that much, because I've been asked to do much kinkier things in my time, believe me! So I did as I was told and soon a woman sitting on a couch I was passing pulled me to one side, lifted her skirt to show she wasn't wearing any panties, and instructed me to start pleasuring her with my mouth and tongue. It was while I was doing that that I felt a man come up behind me and start lubricating my butthole. Well, the next thing you know, he had his big hard cock rammed all the way up me and was pounding away at a good, steady pace. By 5 o'clock the next morning I was exhausted and had curled up under the piano, my jaw was aching and my butthole was buzzing from all the attention. I made a good chunk of change at that party, I can tell you, and I'd also be lying to you if I told you I didn't enjoy a good deal of the sex, as well."

Well this certainly gave all the men in the group something to think about. So when Ned announced that he had to go, everyone thanked him for coming and Alicia Angelfeather got up to unlock the door to let him out.

Finally, all the official business of the meeting had beent taken care off and the time had come for everybody's favorite part of the evening: the customary closing ceremony of shared, unanimous sexual expression. Alicia Angelfeather set up the video camera on a tripod to record the event, and then joined Ms. van Handler in the middle of the group. First, they instructed everyone to strip. Then they told everyone to ignore what any of the other group members were doing, and that they, Ms. van Handler and Alicia, were now their leaders, and to look only at them. With their leaders' encouragement, soon all 50 men were sporting big strong erections and were slowly jacking them according to the rhythm set by their leaders. Stanley had been apprehensive about joining in because he hadn't been naked in the same room with another man since junior high school gym class, but when he started to focus only on the leaders, he soon forgot where he was, and got totally caught up in manually stimulating himself for his lovely leaders.

When the leaders had judged that the men had all attained the same state of arousal, they increased the rhythm of the jacking, and very carefully monitored and orchestrated each of the men so that very soon they were all cumming at the same time. Stanley felt so exhilarated to be totally relaxed and aroused and to be doing such a personal, private thing in such a public fashion. After they were all done, the air of the room took on a thick, musky, pungent smell.

As everyone got up to put their clothes on, Alicia Angelfeather called for everyone's attention. "Ok fellas, listen up, you'll notice on your way out that there is a large cardboard box next to the door. In it are special "Castration Orientation" paks that we've had specially made up. If anyone hasn't already taken one, please take one today. They contain a small brochure pamplet and a short instructional video on what to expect when it comes time for me to castrate you. I hope you'll enjoy watching it as much as I enjoyed making it, he! he! But seriously guys, please remember that it is absolutely essential for the success of your treatement program that you never indulge in onanistic activities outside the careful supervision of the clinic environment. So please try and control yourself while watching the video, ok? He! He!"

As everyone was shuffling out the door, Stanley went and got one of the "Castration Orientation" paks and put it with his things. Then Ms. van Handler came over and congratulated Stanley on how well he had done during his first support group. Then she went on to remind him that since he was the newest member, it was his job to mop up all the jism. She pointed out the mop and mop bucket and also a smaller bucket with a sponge in it. The smaller bucket and sponge were for cleaning the black plastic and aluminum stacking chairs. "Now be careful to inspect each chair closely," she said, "check the backs, seats and legs for drips, splashes and drizzles. Then, when you've cleared all the chairs away, mop up all those gooey gloppy puddles on the floor, he! he! And remember you only have half an hour to get it all done, so don't dawdle! He! He!"

Then Ms. van Handler and Alicia Angelfeather got ready to leave together. As they were going out the door, Ms. van Handler waved good-bye to Stanley and said "See you next week at your next appointment, Stanley! Bye!"

As Stanley was rushing to clean each of the stacking chairs, he heard snickering coming from the door. He turned to see the two young men who had been there earlier setting up the refreshment table. Now, they were both peering at him around the corner of one side of the hall door, pointing and snickering. Stanley sighed and looked down at the floor. He decided it would be best just to try and ignore them, and went back to cleaning the chairs.

* * * * *

Later that evening, Stanley finally got home and collapsed on his bed from exhaustion. And it wasn't until the next day after work that he had the opportunity to watch the "Castration Orientation" video.

Mith much trembling and trepidation, he slipped it into his VCR. The first thing he saw was Alicia Angelfeather sitting primly at her desk, beaming warmly and cheerfully at the camera. "Hello," she says, "and welcome. My name is Alicia J. Angelfeather, and I am a Registered Therapeutic Castratrix. If you are watcing this video, I assume that it is because you are currently undergoing male sexual re-alignment under the care of my friend and colleague, Patricia van Handler. As I am sure you are already aware, it is a totally natural and organic consequence of your sexual re-alignment treatment program that you will ultimately need to surrender dominion and ownership of your sexuality to Patricia and myself and this means that you will be letting me castrate you. I hope that you will soon come to see this step as the wise and positive benefit it is, and that you will whole heartedly embrace this important lifestyle choice."

"And now for a little history about myself," Ms. Angelfeather went on to say, "I first became interested in castration at an early age, while working on my mother's farm. And so, when it came time to choose a career path, it was an easy choice to enroll in my state university's Registered Therapeutic Castratrix program. It was while I was studying at school that I met, and was befriended by, Patricia van Handler. This was a real turning point in my life. She was the first person to start to fully develop the concept of male sexual re-alignment, and to vastly broaden the scope of therapeutic castration. Up unitl I met Patricia, therapeutic castration was only applied in certain extreme and isolated cases, such as when a man was suffering from being acutely oversexed, or converseley, was acutely undersexed. Patricia's new theories changed all that. Patricia developed a sexuality test that showed conclusively that virtually all single men, and a high proportion of married men as well, could greatly benefit from sexual re-alignment, and ultimately, castration as well."

"So, when we graduated," continued Ms. Angelfeather, "it was only natural that Patricia and I set up practices close by to each other, since our skills so neatly dovetailed with each other. That was nearly 10 years ago, and it's been a source of great pride and pleasure to me to have castrated over 4,000 sweet little darling men since then!"

"But, for now," Ms. Angelfeather continued, "I believe it is paramount that you and I establish a warm, trusting, and open relationship, so that you will feel totally free to ask me any question you may have about therapeutic castration. This can best be accomplished by making an appointment for a free consultation with me. I am certain that once we really get to know each other, you won't hesitate to allow me to provide complete coverage to you with respect to all your future castration needs."

At this point, Stanley began to reach into his trouser pockers and unconsciously start playing 'pocket pool' with his straining cock.

"Now, for my favorite part! So get ready," Ms. Angelfeather said with a devilish smile and a twinkle in her eye, "the time has now come for me to show you a real castration!"

Stanley clenched his teeth and squeezed his hands into fists at his sides, preparing for a scene of startling horror and carnage. But instead, he was very pleasantly surprised at how natural and informal it was. It started by showing a man, naked from the waist down, lying on a standard issue exam table with his feet up in stirrups.

The sequence began with Ms. Angelfeather stating that her patient had already been given local anesthesia. Then she began joking around and saying how much she likes to savor the moment, to stand back and drink in the sight of a tight, wrinkly, freshly shaven scrotum offering itself up to her. She then called attention to the man's scrotum, saying what a nice big pair he had, and then laughed her special little mischievous giggle. "He's got a nice big pair, alright," she laughed, "but we're going to see about that, because I plan to have my wicked way him, and in just a few minutes, it won't be him that has that nice big pair. Instead, it'll be me that has 'em! He! He!" And suiting her actions to her words, she leaned forward with her scalpel and, in a matter of a couple minutes, had opened the man's scrotum, clipped off his testicles, and was busily sewing him back up. And it was all done with hardly a drop of blood being spilt.

After she'd finished sewing the man's scrotum up, she turned to the camera and said with a big, toothy grin, "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? So remember, I'm very much looking forward to seeing you up on my table, too, because I'll bet you've got a nice big pair, too! So, until then, see you soon! He! He!"

The tape ended and began to automatically rewind.

Buckling under the pressure of his intense sexual need, and giving up any pretense of self restraint, Stanley let out a loud groan, yanked off his pants, grabbed his cock and started jacking hard and fast and was soon spraying his jism all over his clothes, bed and carpet.

Exhausted, Stanley fell back onto his musky, sperm soiled bed clothes and fell into a deep sleep.