This story take place towards the end of the twenty-first century at a time when the women have all the executive roles and the men are there for clerical work, household chores, and of course stud service. During their teen years the males are assessed for what they might do best. The basic workers are castrated, wear from then on simple dresses and heels of no more than two inches. Those who will perform the task of providing sperm for the women who will wish babies are housed in central lodges in each city and treated in the finest manner.
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This story take place towards the end of the twenty-first century at a time when the women have all the executive roles and the men are there for clerical work, household chores, and of course stud service. During their teen years the males are assessed for what they might do best. The basic workers are castrated, wear from then on simple dresses and heels of no more than two inches. Those who will perform the task of providing sperm for the women who will wish babies are housed in central lodges in each city and treated in the finest manner. Women, whose time is ripe and want children may spend a week at these "exclusive clubs" at no cost and enjoy all of the services of both the lodge and a selected man. Between those two limits are a group of men who serve as "play mates" for the women. They too are castrated, but wear much more exotic clothing and heels from 4" on up. They, unlike any other males, are also circumcised as a mark of there status, and given hormone tablets that will produce erections on demand. "I received my letter this morning. YES, I had been selected to serve as a Sex Friend! Now I could legally wear the heels and dresses I had been practicing in for months. They would also cut off the ugly hanging piece of skin on the front of my cock. On my eighteenth birthday, the letter went on, I was to report to the Conversion Clinic on Franklin St. where my testicles would be removed along with my foreskin, by surgical methods at the hands of a designated staff surgeon. From that day forward I was expected to dress in female fashions at all times, and after my recovery I would receive a monthly allowance. Other income would be based on the extent of my services. I was so elated! I had made it!" "It seemed to take ages for my birthday to arrive, but on that morning my mother presented me with a pair of very expensive black patent pumps (I don't think she knew I had been hoping for this and already had a modest wardrobe) and sent me to the clinic in her limo." "I was treated wonderfully when I arrived and soon was laying naked and alone on an operating table. The surgeon entered, her high heels clicking nicely across the tiled floor. "Hi," she said, "I'm here to take your nuts off'", just like that. "'This is pretty routine nowadays, and baring your knob will only take minutes, so there's nothing to worry about.' 'Now let me see what I'm going to work with here.' I watched her tits swaying behind her white shift, and she worked my cock into a hard rod with her delicate hands. "'My my, nine inches. No wonder they selected you for this job. Well I'll trim that up so it looks real pretty. Now, I have a question before I inject you and start work. Do you want your testicles preserved and save them as a souvenir, or may I take them home for the cat?'" For the first moment I was startled, but in an instant the thought of a cat eating them stiffened my tool even more. "'No, feed them to the cat! But I have one request. Can I be there and do it myself?'" "'Why what a great idea. Yes, I think I'd like to have you over for an evening, and feeding the cat will be part of the fun.'" "'I was a little nervous as this would be my first time in my new role. I dressed carefully in an above the knee black skirt and a tailored white male blouse, sheer and not too dark black stockings and the patent pumps my mother had given me (just for good luck). The 4" heels felt OK but I had practiced for weeks before my operations in 5" ones so this felt kind of casual. I just didn't want to show up with higher heels than Dr. Katrina.'" I filled Judy in on how women had stopped using last names, as there was no longer a need to track families. She met me at her door dressed in a shimmering silver skirt with silver heels (higher than mine thank goodness) and silver stockings. A shimmering transparent patch at her crotch revealed her womanhood and clearly defined her status for the evening. A blouse of the same silver material revealed two lovely orbs that I would never have. After some talk about my operations and a drink she asked me if I was ready for the 'ceremony'. I assured her I was looking forward to it. At that Dr. Katrina pushed a button and a few moments later a young feman came in, dressed in a French Maid outfit with 3 and a half inch white patent heels, carrying a silver tray and what looked like a silver cream and sugar set on it. A very large white furry cat was walking along behind, on a leash. "This is Bobby," Dr. Katrina said. "Bobby is a live in servant and I got special permission for him to wear higher heels as long as he is in my place. I also modified Bobby so that his urethra comes out between his legs now, where his balls were. Just a special treat to make him feel a little more feminine. He still has his uncut penis, of course, but it's rather shriveled and of no use to him now. Bobby, show my friend here what's left of your manhood." I was surprised to see this little delicate but wrinkled bit of pink flesh between the garter belt straps when he held up his skirt. I was now more glad than ever that I had been among the chosen. When Bobby left, Dr. Katrina lifted the lid of the sugar container to reveal my balls, ends of the cords and tubes sticking out. They were glossy white with red lines that made them look blood shot. "They've been thawing all afternoon. Do you want to go first or shall I?" "No, please go first," I stated. She lifted one out by a stump of a tube and dipped it into the cream pot, then to my surprise licked the cream off herself. My cock, which had been semi stiff since I arrived now hardened and pushed my skirt up into a horrible tent. Dipping the ball into the cream again, she threw it out to the cat which hungrily crunched into it. It made a squeaky snapping sound as it split open, parts falling to the rug until the cat could finish it all. "Now it's your turn. I see you took your hormone pill before coming over. Good!" "That's not quite what I had in mind, about feeding the cat" I said. "Could you have Bobby bring me a sharp knife please?" Judy, who had been quiet as I read now asked "Nance, do you think Bob and Jack masturbate?" "Oh god, I certainly hope so. I mean, what's Jack to do if he gets a nice hard on and he's on a trip or something, or I'm having my period? What a waste, I'm sure, to just let a nice erection dwindle out to nothing. How do you feel about it?" "Oh sure. It must feel good. But maybe they think, well you know, I think it was taught when they were kids that it's wrong. I think it would be good exercise to help maintain a nice strong tool. Anyway, please read some more, the thought just crossed my mind that's all." I picked up reading where I left of, wondering how it felt to a man. Certainly different than twinking yourself, but the ending must be much the same. Yes, I hope Jack 'pulled his wire' from time to time. The lovely Bobby came, went, returned on those nice shoes with one of the Dr.'s scalpels, and at last went back to wherever he waited for the bell to ring. I watched the seams of his stockings disappear down the hall. I took my other ball and placed it on the tray, then using the scalpel carefully I divided it up into thin slices. With each slice, juice oozed out and onto the tray. When I had about nine slices prepared I dipped the first nubby end into the cream and then offered it to the cat. Dr. Katrina was enthralled. I suppose this was in part due to my joy at slicing up what had once been part of my manhood and in part that I was sharing it with a beautiful woman, and her cat. After the third slice had been devoured by the fluffy creature she pulled my skirt back over my engorged shaft and started putting cream all over it with her hands. I studied my cock seriously now, for the first time since it was pared clean and really marveled at the beauty of the thing. Smooth and shiny even before the application of cream with a large and pulsing purple knob sitting on the top of the turgid shaft at an aggressive angle. I was afraid that she planned to let the cat start eating on my cock. No, much better than that, the beautiful doctor sucked the cream all off herself and when I could hold off no longer I gave her some of my own cream. "Oh that's lovely," was her only comment. Then after a moment she said "Shall we finish feeding the cat while your prick has a chance to restore itself? Then, I'd like you to try out my handiwork. If you did take the risk of doing it illegally and had a fuck or two before your operation I'm told that you will find it's even better without balls. You can get it in deeper apparently." Together we took turns dipping each delicate slice into the cream, then letting the cat take it from our finger tips. After the last bit, a slice with a tube attached, had disappeared and the cat had cleaned the tray, she led me into her bedroom. It was a beautiful room with an early twentieth century four poster bed and satin and curtains all over. I lost my virginity, our high heels intertwined as I thrust into her, and had no idea whether no balls made it better or worse, only that my wonderful new career had begun.