Not Sure

A man visits his pyschiatrist, but is still not sure he wants to be 
castrated.

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I went to see my psychiatrist last week.  Nothing odd about that; 
I'd been seeing him for several years.  I'd talk to him about my 
castration fantasy, and he'd listen, and take notes.  Sometimes 
he'd make comments, and try to give me insight into "what made me 
tick", that is, why I fantasized about having my balls off.  I 
won't bore you with all the psychiatric "mumbo jumbo" he gave me 
over the years, but it amounted to him saying that I wasn't 
serious.  I kept trying to tell him that I really wanted to have 
them off some day, but he wouldn't believe me.

Anyway, last week I went to his office.  A really boring-looking 
place, with dark wood paneling; dark, simulated woodgrain 
furniture; lots and lots of plants -- you know the look.   He was 
sitting behind his desk, and I was sitting in my chair, and this 
nurse walks in with a big tray full of stuff.  She had the uniform 
on and everything, even a nurses cap.  She came over to me with all 
this stuff on her tray, and said to me, "I'm here to castrate 
you."  Well, I couldn't believe it!  I looked at the Doc, and he 
just shrugged.  She asked me to stand up, so I did.  Then she undid 
my pants, and pulled them down to my ankles, then she pulled my 
drawers down, and took a hold of my balls, and started feeling 
them.  I really didn't mind.  She was really great looking, and I 
started getting turned on.  She had this pillow-like thing with a 
dark vinyl cover on it, on the tray, it was long and rectangular -- 
like a pillow, and she put it on the black naugahyde seat of the 
chair, toward the back, and told me to sit on it.  I thought it was 
soft, but when I sat on it, it was hard.  It left my balls hanging 
in the air.  I looked over at the Doc and said, "What's up?"  He 
just looked at me and shrugged, and said, "Up to you."  I looked 
around, and didn't know what to think.  Man, it was weird!

This Nurse asked me to roll up my sleeve, so I did, and she said 
she was going to give me a sedative.  I said to myself, "That's 
great, I could sure use one right about now!"  She swabbed my arm, 
and gave me a shot.  I couldn't believe it when she pulled back the 
cloth on her tray, and had a whole bunch of needles all lined up in 
a row.  She had me lift my butt up, then she pulled the block thing 
forward, so when I sat back down on it, I was leaning back in the 
seat, with my balls hanging over the edge of the block.  She 
started swabbing me down with alcohol swabs, and between that 
"doctor's office" smell, and the way it felt, I was feeling pretty 
good.  She took a long piece of adhesive tape, and taped my dick 
onto my belly, then swabbed my ball sack some more. It sure felt 
good.  I couldn't believe it when that needle got close to my sack 
though; I almost jumped out of that chair!  She gave me injections 
all around my sack, with all those needles she had ready.  Then she 
sprayed my balls with a spraycan of stuff that was really cold, but 
I kind of liked the smell of it -- very clean, and medical-smelling.

When she picked up that scalpel, and I saw it, slowly coming toward 
me, I swear, I almost died!  I think my heart stopped for a few 
seconds.  She said she wasn't going to take off my scrotum, just 
take away my balls, and I could have the sack off whenever I wanted 
to.  I must have looked at her like she was out of her mind, 
because that was the craziest thing I had ever heard in my life!  
My jaw almost dropped down to my balls when she cut me.  I saw that 
skin part, and that line of blood, and I couldn't believe I was 
getting cut!  It didn't hurt though.  It felt like she was cutting 
a piece of wood!

She made both cuts, then took out one ball, then the other.  I tell 
you, when that ball came out, I didn't even know it was mine!  I 
didn't feel a thing; it was like looking at a picture of some guy 
on the internet!  Anyway, those balls were just sitting there, out 
on my sack, and I thought she was just going to put them back in, 
and sew me up, and that would be that.  Just a little scare for me, 
arranged by Doc, to get me to admit that I really didn't want to be 
castrated.  Well, I thought I'd call their bluff, and just sit 
there to see what she would do.  Well, she tied a thread around the 
cord to each ball, then picked up a little pair of surgical snips.  
I said to myself, "Oh yeah?  You're not going to cut my balls 
off!"  So she picks up one ball, and snips the cord.  But I didn't 
think she would do it again.  So she does it again!  She had a lot 
of balls doing that, (ha, ha, ha!)  

So, I said to myself, "Well, they're off now, but she could put 'em 
back in, and everything would be fine."  So she puts them in a 
container, and starts to sew up my sack.  So I figure they're just 
stitches, just thread, and when they're done with their joke, 
she'll cut the stitches, and put'em back.  So she puts all her 
stuff on her tray, and I pull up my underwear and pants, and she 
walks out of the room with my balls!  So I figure she's going to 
put them in the refrigerator, or freezer, or something like that, 
you know, a "cryo freezer" or whatever they use to preserve 
stuff.   Anyway, I'm sitting there, and the Doc says to me, "Now, 
what have you been saying all these years about wanting to be 
castrated?"  So I said, "Well, I'm thinking about it, but I'm still 
not really sure."  He told me time was up for the day, and to make 
an appointment for next week.  I think that Nurse will probably be 
there, and put my balls back on.  I kind of hope she does, because 
I'm still not really sure if I want to be castrated.