“Good morning Mr. Hamilton, I see you are back with us. I’ll bet a nice cool drink of water is what you would like right now.” Said a cheerful voice with a slight German accent. A plastic straw was stuck in his mouth and a spray of refreshing cool water bathed his throat, seeming to fill his body with energy.

Clearing his throat he managed to get out a short question: “Where am I, what’s going on, have I had a stroke?”

”Ah so many questions all at once. Well it is best you know exactly what is going on. This is a research facility; we are conducting experiments on pain, and the human body’s ability to deal with pain. You have not had a stroke and while you were sleeping we conducted several tests on you and found you to be in excellent health, blood pressure a little high, but that is livable for us.”

Croaking again, Don cleared his throat: “How did I get here?”

“Oh that was quite simple your wife for a small fee volunteered you for our experiment, she answered a blind ad and said you were a suitable subject.”

“She can’t do that, you can’t volunteer someone else for medical experiments.”

“It is totally legal. Your wife appeared before judge and had you declared non compos mentos based up my diagnosis of premature senile dementia, so it is all perfectly legal. since the objects of our research are your genitalia, and these belong to a man’s Handmaiden, by tradition, at the least she is able to do with these as she wishes. Even to having them removed and you neutered.”

“Neutered?”

“Yes, when you leave here you will be as smooth as a little girl, your penis, and testicles will have been removed at your request and you will have been completely emasculated.”

“You can’t do that, that’s against the law?”

“Actually it is not, this is basically a psychiatric facility, and as such we can do the most inhumane, cruel and painful things to a subject such as you including emasculation and what come would consider torture.”

“Come on, the joke’s over, let me up from here, is a TV camera gonna come in, am I on a reality show?”

“No, sorry mister Hamilton, no camera’s, no TV show only your participation in our little research group.”

“Listen you Nazi bitch, let me up, I’m going to sue you from hell to breakfast.”

“Shush, I’m not a Nazi bitch, I am Dutch, and you are not going to sue anyone. When we are done with you, your wife has consented to having you lobotomized. It is a really simple procedure, not the old fashioned open wound. We will merely insert a small thin blade into your eye socket and sort of scramble your brain. You will be at peace and have no more aggressive behavior, then you will go to a state run institution to spend the rest of your days mumbling to yourself. We could use drugs that affect memory, but this is permanent and for sure.”

“Oh god, please let me go.”

“Ah, that is better, first anger then pleading, soon you will come to accept the inevitable and cooperate. In the mean time let us prepare you, we will put a diaper under you since you will loose control of your sphincter muscle, and we will cauterized you so you urinate at your leisure.”

At this point a young nurse came into the room and begin to prepare Don, for the next step. She shaved his groin completely smooth, then applied beta dyne for a sterile field. When this was done she placed a diaper under Don, and then catheterized him with a long metal catheter. She lubed it up and he got and erection as she worked it done his shaft and nestled it into his prostate.

“There now Mr. Hamilton we are ready to begin.”

“I can’t wait.”

“No sarcasm now, in a few minutes you will be begging me to help you to relieve the pain. It is best you know exactly what is going to happen. This experiment is to determine how much pain you can stand before you voluntarily ask us to remove your cock and balls. Understand?”

”That ain’t a gonna happen.” Replied Don with pursed lips.

“While in theory that might be true, in practice our subjects, that is you, always give in and volunteer to be castrated and emasculated, except the ones that die of anaphylactic shock.”

“It ain’t a gonna happen.”

“Now the castration must be voluntary, so we will record most of your body functions, heart rate, the usual, we will also take note of when you loose control of you bodily functions and other observable symptoms. We will also take blood samples to check your endorphin levels, natural painkillers. Sooner or later we will find the person whose body produces those in sufficient quantity to reject the pain.”

“It ain’t a gonna happen.”

“Oh Mr. Hamilton you are so naïve. Let me outline the experiment in detail, we will see how much pain you can stand in your genitalia before you ask us to castrate and emasculate you. The pain is going to be inflicted by our good friend apis mellifera, the honey bee. We would have like to have used Tarantula Hawk wasps, but they cannot be made to sting upon request, honeybees can be made to attack, and the spot of attack will be your cock and balls, to use the vulgar term.”

“Let’s make a deal, you sting me, and then pretend to cut me.”

“No deal’s Mr. Hamilton, it would affect the outcome of the test, and you would know in the back of your mind the results. It is therefore imperative that the emasculation be a real result of your requesting to stop the pain. You must be fully aware that when you request us to stop the pain you will be relieved of you gonads and your penis, and swiftly. That’s the reason for the catheter, we will place a tourniquet at the base and cut your penis off then slide it off the catheter, then we will cut off your scrotum, pull down your gonads and snip the cords. We will pull these far enough down so the cords will retreat into your body. At this point I will take this fine scalpel insert it carefully into each of your eye sockets and you will be at peace.”

“Why did my wife do this to me.”

“Money for one thing, but not that much a mere $10,000, I believe she has taken a lover who she feels has superior skills and equipment to you. Who knows, perhaps in a year he will be lying on this table waiting for the inevitable. I do believe upon a cursory examination that menopause is hitting your wife quite hard and that she may regret this decision in a short while. If so she will be on the table, her legs spread as we try the experiment on the distaff side. In the meantime she would like you to know that as we test you she is performing oral sex upon her new boyfriend. A service she never performed for you, as I understand. When he has ejaculated into her mouth, she will then allow him to perform anal intercourse and new form of sexual pleasure he has introduced her to and that she likes. So as you experience pain that has no meaningful description you wife will become a cock-sucker and be buggered.”

All Don could do was moan.

“Now then Mr Hamilton, let me explain how we will do this. We will paint your cock and balls with bee venom. This will anger the bees and they will attack and sting you repeatedly. We choose male genitalia due to the number of nerve endings. The point now is to demonstrate to you what you are about to experience.” With that the doctor placed removed a cotton swab from a test tube and lightly touched Don’s arm. Then she picked up a second test tube that contained a bee. “See Don this is your little friend, now watch this amazing thing.” Removing the stopper she place a small piece of cardboard over the top of the tube, turned it up side down and placed over the spot on Don’s arm where she had dabbed the substance. The bee buzzed for a second and then landed and stung Don.

”Owwww.”

“Oh come on Mr. Hamilton it wasn’t that bad, it was on your arm, where there are few nerves.” The doctor picked up the dying bee and threw it in a waste can. “Now just a little dab of antihistamine cream and the pain dissipates; almost immediately.”

“Why can’t you use that to stop the pain, that would be just as good as castrating me. I won’t tell I promise, just let me go out of here intact.”

“No, no, no.” Said the doctor with a giggle, “You are already thinking of the names of attorney’s to sue our modest facility. No we do as outlined, you have tried anger, begging, and now you should try acceptance. No one lasts long in these experiments in fifteen minutes, perhaps if you have a high threshold of pain thirty minutes it will all be over. But that time will seem like an eternity to you. Now it is time. Nurse paint the head of his penis with venom.”

“What about his balls, should I do those too?”

“Yes, of course, but first bind them, tight enough so they are bulging, but not tight enough to cut off the circulation. We want to make sure the venom does fully into his gonads.”

“Please, don’t do this to me.”

“Oh Mr. Hamilton, you should be in the acceptance phase now, this is going to happen. Think on the bright side, in a half hour or and hour no more worries, no more concerns about your sexual ability, no more job to worry about, your only interests will be in your immediate needs, you will live completely in the moment.”

“This is real.”

“Yes Mr. Hamilton finally you are accepting your fate. Now I’m going to place in your hand a small buzzer, much like the ones in hospitals used to call the nurse, when you are ready to be neutered, merely press the button and I will come in a relieve you of your penis and gonads.”

“Don’t fucking hold your breath.”

“Ah, we are back to anger again. Did I mention I will not be use any painkillers to emasculate you, but after the bee’s are done with you, it will be no big deal, as they say. Nurse are you ready.”

“Yes, his balls are tied nice and tight, I have painted his cock head with venom and his balls, the bees should attack very nicely indeed.”

“Wonderful, let’s start him out with 25 bee’s just to get him warmed up. Mr. Hamilton you heard of course, if you survive the 25 bee’s we will introduce 50. The record is 65 stings before the subject volunteer to be castrated and have his penis removed. A weak sister type only got to twelve before whimpering and crying begging me to cut him, I would put you somewhere in the middle perhaps 35 stings , 40 bees waiting to land on your cock head and balls. What do you say nurse how many is he good for?”

“Doctor I think he is weak, 26 would be my choice in the pool.”

“I think you are right, but maybe he might get to 31, before he pushes the button and asks for our help.”

“Come on, the jokes over let me up!” Screamed Don.

“Still in anger, no Mr. Hamilton, here is the buzzer, when you press the button I will return and swiftly remove the cause of your pain. Now be a good boy, you can scream all you want the room is sound proof, with mildly elevated blood pressure there is always the possibility of a stroke, so rest assured you will get immediate attention. You won’t like it of course but it will be swift.” Holding up a small cage with 25 honeybees in it: “Now say hello to your little friends, the nurse and I will leave the room while they do their job, remember scream all you want.” She opened the cage and the set it on the table next to Don’s hips.

:Looking into the overhead mirror above the table he could see the bee’s beginning to leave the cage and swarm. Then the scent of the venom was picked up and they began to land on the head of his penis and his balls and they began to sting and he began to scream.

Don surprised both the doctor and the nurse and got to 49 stings before he pushed the button requesting his emasculation. The nurse and the doctor returned swiftly, the nurse swept up the dead bees from the floor. The doctor waited patiently while the remaining 26 bees stung Don. “Sorry Mr. Hamilton I may have lied a bit about a swift relief for you, but it is so hard to get the bee’s back into the little cage, much better to let them finish their work. Now already to become a eunuch?” Again she lied, the castration was exquisitely slow, making him endure even more pain. The pain stopped when she lobotomized him.