Penis Correction

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It was Saturday morning and I was sitting at my computer when the phone rang.

"Yes?"

"Am I talking to Mr. Wolf Kane?"

"On the phone. Who are you?"

"I'm nurse Amanda from the GCC. You are a patient of Dr. Howard, aren't you?"

I began to feel a little uneasy when I heard that as GCC stands for Genital Correction Clinic and I have always had problems in that area. My penis began to react.

"Yes I am. Why?"

"Could you be at our place within half an hour?"

"Well, I could but what's this all about?"

"It's about your micro penis."

"What abou it" I asked while my prick kept on growing.

"It is to be corrected."

"What do you mean by corrected?" I asked already suspecting what she was going to say.

"Well..., " she hesitated," actually I'm supposed not to tell you but... it means amputation."

Within the fraction of a second my penis was rock hard at its best. What I had been afraid of all those years but what I had been hoping for at the same time was going to happen - they were going to cut my penis off! Suddenly it was as if I was watching myself from the outside.

"Okay" I heard myself saying," I'll be there as soon as possible." I couldn't believe what I was saying but at the same time I thought it was the right thing to do. While dressing, leaving my place and driving to the GCC I thought that I was lucky to finally get rid of my ridiculously small prick. When erect it only reached 3.1"! No wonder my sex life was a total mess - it practically didn't exist. Which woman wants to deal with a guy that small - right, noone wants to.

Like through a haze I watched myself driving to the GCC. Why was I doing that? They didn't threaten me in any way - they couldn't and they couldn't force me either but nevertheless I was going.

I reached the GCC, parked my car and entered the reception. I was surprised that it was really crowded on a Saturday morning. I turned to the nurses and saw one with a name tag "Amanda".

"Hi, " I said," my name is Wolf Kane, you called me this morning."

"Ah, the penectomy."

Behind me I heard a laughing sound. I turned around and saw a young girl pressing one hand onto her mouth trying to stop or at least hide her laughter. Apparently the thought of a young man having his prick chopped off amused her quite a bit.

"Read those forms and answer the questions, " Amanda said.

I took the pages and within a couple of minutes I was ready.

Amanda took the forms and in return handed me a small piece of paper.

"Go to cabin D and take all your clothes of, jewelry and watch too."

I knew that my fate was sealed if I didn't take my things and run. But I didn't. Instead I just followed all instructions.

In the small cabin I undressed quickly. There I was, standing fully naked in a small cabin waiting for someone to come and get me for my penectomy. It was a strange feeling - I was afraid of course but on the other hand I was looking forward to it. I looked down my body and saw my tiny erect penis with the catheter protruding from the urethra. Yes that was the other reason why I had no sex life - I had to live with a catheter due to a severe illness.

The cabin door was opened by a beautiful young nurse.

"Hi, I'm Joana and I'm going to cut your penis off," she said matter-of-factly as if it was the most normal thing in the world that a young nurse aged twenty something was going to snip off my prick.

"Get onto that bench."

When I was lying on my back my legs were secured in stirr-ups.

"Now let's take a look. Well, that's clearly the smallest prick of an adult I've ever seen." She took my penis with two fingers and pulled it away from my body as far as possible."It's so short and small it's absolutely useless. So it's not really a loss if we cut it off. But let's get down to business now and stop wasting time. I see you're already shaved but we still have to remove the catheter."

She deflated the balloon which held the catheter in my bladder and with one fast move pulled it out. Taking a close look at my still erect penis she said to herself "I wonder whether our device isn't too big for that childish prick."

She turned around and when she came back to me she had a metal device in her hand. She slid the tube over my penis and pressed it down as far as possible.

"This will hurt now" she said and at the same time pressed a red button. The pain hit me when the knives cut into my penis and I slid into darkness......

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"Wow, what a dream" I thought when I awoke feeling quite dizzy. I wanted to get up but terrible pain in my crotch prevented me from moving. I removed the blanket and looked at my crotch - It hadn't been a dream there wasn't even the stub of a penis. Should I be happy now or desperate?