The following story relates how the “opportunity” actually came about two months later when Linda agreed to have me neutered at the hands of her friend’s sister. A procedure which incidentally earned my “15minutes of fame” as star guests in an American television documentary series “Cute Men”.

Cute Men.

I arrived home from work one afternoon to find Linda in the garden with her new friend “Kate”… Kate and Linda both helped out at the local nursery school where Kate’s daughter Molly was “best friend” to our Alice. The children were playing happily together in the garden in the late sunshine of that beautiful summer’s day and my wife and her new friend were taking afternoon tea on the veranda. As I joined them and poured myself a drink, I noticed how very attractive our new acquaintance was.

Kate was quite entrancing…fair skinned, tall, slim and well dressed… I remember thinking at that moment how pleasant it was to be in the company of two such beautiful young women.

Later that evening, Linda sheepishly confessed that she had revealed some rather personal information about me to her new friend and asked me for “a very big favour”…

Apparently, Kate’s little boy Thomas had been diagnosed by one of the nursery nurses to have a restrictive foreskin; this diagnosis had been referred to Kate’s sister Sheila, who was a consultant urologist at “The Royal” teaching hospital in Bristol and Sheila had arranged to circumcise Tom the following week. The procedure was booked for Tuesday morning which was less than five days away.

Kate was desperate to find out as much as possible about “Tom’s little procedure” prior to the operation and Linda had volunteered the information that I had been circumcised as an infant myself and also offered Kate her considerable knowledge upon my anatomy, including several intimate photographs. Kate, however, was desperately keen to “see one in the flesh”… It then suddenly dawned upon me where my assistance was going to be needed. And to make matters worse, Linda quoted her casual promise of “John’s very broad minded… I’m sure he won’t mind”.

I interrupted her immediately and refused my co-operation without a seconds hesitation, but during the course of the night Linda nagged me continuously until I eventually weakened and agreed to make my organ available for reference the following evening; where-upon Linda leapt from the sofa and immediately telephoned Kate to confirm the booking… I was committed… it was arranged that I would be available for Kate’s inspection at nine o’clock.

I had to work late at the office the following day and arrived home to be met by a very agitated Linda who chased me upstairs to the bathroom and instructed me… “get-ready”. I showered and shaved nervously as instructed prior to my exhibition and ten minutes later I stood in the hallway dressed only in my bath robe as the wall clock struck nine… Linda inspected me quickly and I took a deep breath to steady my nerves as we stepped into the lounge, only then realising as I entered the room that our guest was in fact two guests… My heart skipped several beats as I was introduced to Kate’s sister Sheila whom she had brought along as her “expert witness”.

I was extremely nervous at the point and was about to call the whole thing off, when Shelia confidently introduced herself and began to put me at ease… She was professional and very matter of fact as she thanked me in advance for the service I was providing her sister. She also immediately recognised my nervousness and offered me a small blue capsule, which she assured me, was only a mild sedative to help me relax… I later discovered that the tablet was in fact a 250mg dose of viagra.

After several minutes of polite conversation, during which we all avoided any reference to the “elephant in the room” (A portable examination couch had been erected and stood conspicuously in the centre of the lounge). Sheila asked “are you ready”?

I was too nervous to reply, but confirmed with a nod that I was as ready as I’d ever be. Sheila instructed me to remove my robe and lie on the couch. Luckily the drug was beginning to take effect and I decided that Sheila was now in charge and accepted her instruction without question or hesitation… I did as I was told, passing my robe to my wife, who was grinning noticeably as I stood totally nude for a few seconds before climbing onto the examination couch.

As I lay back Sheila immediately complimented me upon my “healthy physique” and thanked me for depilating my pubic hair. My wife seemed slightly embarrassed at this observation, confirming to her guests that my hairless state was purely at her insistence… “I always keep him clean”... Our guests nodded their approval as they stood over me on either side of the couch and drew tight latex gloves onto their tiny hands.

Sheila’s detailed inspection commenced, along with a detailed descriptive commentary upon my anatomy to her sister and my wife, who by this time were both wide eyed and attentive... As expected, her attention initially centred upon the glans of my penis and particularly the scar tissue below, which had obviously been the site of my circumcision. Sheila described where I had been “cut” and explaining that my circumcision was apparently a standard NHS procedure… “low and loose”… in which all of the foreskin of my cock shaft had been removed, leaving the external cock tube almost completely intact with the circular scar sited very close to the gland’s corona. She described that her proposal for Thomas was to be much higher and tighter procedure, which would leave a much longer section of the sensitive inner foreskin in place with the circular scar sited much higher up the shaft. She used a red marker pen to draw around the circumference of my penis about mid way along the shaft to illustrate the position she would circumcise Tom and explained as she stretched my loose cock tube over the gland that her cut on Thomas would be much tighter than my own.

By now the viagra had really kicked in and I found the situation extremely erotic… I could feel my blood flowing freely in my loins and swelling my manhood. Sheila made no attempt to ignore the obvious effect her drug was having and expressed her approval upon my semi-erection and the full and well formed gland of my organ. However, she was critical of the cosmetic work at its throat and expressed her preference for the frenelum to be completely excised. She pinched the skin at this point and commented that my own surgeon had been rather untidy; leaving far too much redundant tissue, which she thought was unsightly.

Quite unexpectedly, Sheila encircled the shaft of my penis with the fingers and palm of her right hand and began to masturbate me… She obviously intended to examine me “fully erect” and my heart pounded within my chest as blood raced into my member, which was soon rock hard and pulsing powerfully within the delicate grip of Sheila’s right hand. She continued her seamless commentary throughout her rhythmic pumping and demonstrated to her students how the outer skin of a circumcised cock is “beautifully tight” when fully erected. She confirmed this observation by producing an “intact” silicone penis from her case and offered it up for comparison against the “real life” member which was rising stiffly off my groin.

As Sheila released her grip on my erection, it began bouncing off my abdomen with each beat of my heart like some erotic time piece. This caused great amusement to her students as she quickly pinched the frenulum between her fingers to control its motion and complete her description of the intimate surgery which had been completed on my cock tube some thirty years earlier.

At this point I remember my entire body blushing red as Kate questioned “why has he got such tiny little balls”? A moment of stunned silence followed before Sheila recognised my embarrassment and quickly reprimanded her sister for insulting me, but she continued by confirming “his gonads are rather diminutive; but he has produced two children so they must be performing effectively”. My wife then prolonged my embarrassment further with her own inquiry… “I didn’t realise they were small - what size are balls normally?” In answer to her questions, Sheila produced two more silicone training replicas of the male sex organ from her bag and offered them to her students. One of the models was flaccid and the other fully erect…Both were “beautifully circumcised” and “anatomically correct” in every way… The three women compared the dimensions of the large silicone gonads against my own miniature flesh and blood variety.

Once my scores against “Mr. Average” had been fully discussed the replicas were discarded onto my chest, where they lay heavily for the rest of my examination. The comparisons had confirmed the fact that I was indeed “rather diminutive” in the gonad department, but Kate now concluded… “It’s neat to see a man with such little bollocks”... For some unexplained reason, I found this comment extremely erotic and my organ showed no sign of embarrassment as it rose rapidly to full erection once again, standing proudly on its “tiny little balls” and bouncing off my abdomen like a rubber truncheon.

Kate now observed that my unfettered erection was bent noticeably to the left and began giggling as she referred to me as “Banana Man”. Sheila again came to my aid and confirmed that this "deformity" was due to a slight ligament imbalance, which could be easily corrected with minor surgery.

Sheila’s examination was far more thorough than I had envisaged and she now continued with a comprehensive inspection of my scrotum and testicle. She discussed the problems of testicular cancer with her students and allowed them to stretch and feel my ball sac, twisting and squeezing my gonads mercilessly until I winced in pain.

I noticed as the examination progressed, Sheila began treating me more like some classroom exhibit than a human being and finally realised that she was ignoring me completely when she asked Linda if she would like her to examine my prostate gland… I felt insulted that I wasn’t consulted in this matter, but after a nod of approval from my wife I was instructed to grasp hold of my ankles and roll back on the examination table. As my bottom rose off the table, I was held in this position with my thighs spread widely by Linda and Kate, thus offering my anus for Sheila’s attention. I was forced to accept the lubricated forefinger of Sheila’s right hand which was soon probing deep into my anus to locate the “little walnut” within… I was pleased to receive the news that my prostate was “completely normal”, however, I soon realised that I was now being held down for a milking demonstration as Sheila rhythmically stroked the G spot of my prostate gland with rapid “come hither” motions of her forefinger. Her massage was producing copious amounts of pre-cum which was weeping continuously from my gaping cock hole. Kate and my wife each took turns in learning this new skill as the other controlled my fluid by acting as “swab nurse” with a roll of kitchen towel. I opened my eyes briefly and looked at Kate for a moment, who was staring open mouthed, quite speechless, in utter disbelief at the spectacle before her… She was milking her friend’s husband like some farm-yard animal!!!

Sheila kept up her running commentary as she continued instructing her sister, who now worked my organ by forcing it’s little balls deep into my abdomen with one hand whilst pumping it’s rock hard shaft with the other… After a minute or two of her skilful ministrations I could no longer control myself and the examination concluded with my climax… My organ pulsed into life and Kate rhythmically pumped out five or six thick ropes of creamy white cum which jetted from the eye of its swollen purple gland. At this point I began to apologise profusely about my lack of self control and also for soiling the silicone training models which still lay on my chest and were now dripping in semen.

To make my humiliation complete, Sheila insisted that I was held in position on the table for a minute or two with my organ still bouncing off my abdomen whilst she completed her lecture. She continued to massage my prostate and only when I was completely drained, spent and flaccid, did she finally removed her forefinger from my anus and announced “I’m done”, to which Kate quickly returned her own comment “So is John” and all three women burst into laughter. The laughing increased as Sheila lifted the rubber cocks, dripping with cum, off my chest and my wife used her kitchen towels to wipe the cock snot from my chest, neck and face. Sheila then nodded in my direction to indicate that I could get up and I instinctively leapt from the couch and retrieved my robe from the sofa. I quickly left the scene of my humiliation and ran like a frightened rabbit upstairs to the bedroom where I eventually regained some composure, however, I didn’t have enough confidence to return to our guests that evening.

I would have been happy if I had never set eyes upon Kate or her sister ever again, however, that was not in line with my wife’s master plan and several days later Linda suggested that Sheila might be allowed to make some little cosmetic improvements to my wedding tackle. I insisted that I was happy to leave things as they were, but as usual my lady wife nagged me repeatedly until she got her way and I agreed to have the surgery.

Without my knowledge, Linda had met with Sheila on several occasions to discuss the various procedures available and agree the necessary arrangements. They had decided that in addition to straightening my cock shaft, my circumcision would be tightened and the frenelum completely excised. Linda commented that it seemed logical that I should be sterilized during the procedure and Sheila agreed whole heartedly. Sheila also confirmed that there was some history of testicular cancer in my family and offered my wife several alternatives… From a conventional vasectomy to two further options which although more radical, would “completely remove the risk of cancer”.

Option 1… was a straight forward “bi-lateral orchidectomy” (castration), which would include the cosmetic removal of the redundant scrotal pouch. Sheila produced several photographs of this procedure, which showed the end result to be very neat and tidy with a very pleasing appearance.

Option 2… Involved a procedure in which the gonads were extracted but not removed completely but simply unshelled of the reproductive tubuials within them which then was discarded leaving the empty capsules to be refilled with silicone prosthetics. At first my wife was a little apprehensive and thought this too radical, however, after examining the silicone gonads, her mind was made up and in addition to the various cosmetic improvements to my cock, I was to be castrated and fitted with two pendulous plastic bollocks.

Sheila now explained that the procedures which Linda had selected were not available on the NHS, however, she introduced an opportunity for the whole package to be completed “free of charge” if I would agree to take part in an American television documentary on the subject of male cosmetic surgery. The documentary series was titled “Cute Men” and covered the many aspects of plastic surgery considered by modern men. It would not be necessary for me to travel to America since Sheila was already involved with several contributions to the series and she explained that the producers had already asked her to arrange something very similar to the procedures which Linda had requested.

Linda was overjoyed at this news and confirmed that she could easily convince me to co-operate… Also asking if she could be involved in the filming and how soon the whole thing could be set up.

To cut a long story short, my operations were completed by Sheila four weeks later and I only discovered that I had been castrated after the procedure was complete… Ten days into my recovery, I inquired why my testicles were now over twice their original size yet had lost all sense of feeling. It was only then that I took the time and trouble to read the pre operative agreement which I had signed and which clearly itemised the removal and prosthetic replacement of my gonads. Linda made some lame excuse that she thought that she had mentioned it… “But hell, there’s nothing we can do about it now”.

For over a year Linda controlled my libido by administering testosterone injections and I was able to perform my bedroom duties like a Welsh ram, however, Linda began to developed a preference for cunnilingus and In recent months she has gradually reduced the testosterone until she has weaned me off it altogether and although still hung like a bull, I’m completely impotent.

Linda often reminds me that one good outcome is that I’m no longer troubled with “those uncontrollable sexual urges”. However I do feel cheated as I lie between their thighs for hours on end, treating Linda, Kate and Sheila to my well muscled tongue.