STB CLINIC - BILL SMITH PT. 1 (missing part)

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When you posted BILL SMITH PT 1 to the 
Eunuch Archive, you clipped the end of the 
chapter. I know it was sent because I 
checked it before submission. Anyway, 
here is the bit that is missing.

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“Excuse me, Doctor,” James protested, 
“but you’re wrong, Sir. The twins DO 
know about Keyholding, and THEY are the 
ones who asked me about it. I think they’re 
looking forward to it, Sir. I just assumed 
they had spoken to you about it, and that 
you had considered the possibility. As for 
the reader, Dr. Williams and his family 
are very conservative, and a reader is 
always present for standard procedures at 
the Booneville STB clinic. The reader’s 
available if you want him - we just have 
to let him know.”

“How in the name of all that’s holy,” 
asked Dr. Smith, “do the twins know about 
Keyholding? That’s very rare here in 
Kelseyville. Few Christians here are that 
conservative. We only permit it by special 
request, and you know as well as I do that 
we get maybe one request every couple of 
years! How would the twins hear about 
this anyway?”

“They hear about it in Religious Ed in 
church, Sir.” said James. 

Dr. Smith laughed. “That goes to show you 
how ‘in touch’ I am with the Religious Ed 
curriculum these days. They really want 
to Keyhold, eh? Does Dave Williams know 
that?”

“Yes, he does, Sir,” said James, “and the 
boys are counting on it.”

“Well, James, I guess I’m out-voted. How 
do you feel about it? Should we permit 
it?”

“Dr. Smith, the twins are very religious. 
In fact, if you talk to them, you’ll find 
they are much more conservative than you 
and Mrs. Smith are. If THEY want to 
Keyhold for you and for eachother, I think 
it is our DUTY to allow them to do it. 
They’re Stage 3 boys, Sir. They’re smart, 
they’re serious, and they’re very sure 
about what they want. They have done a lot 
of thinking about today, and a lot of 
studying. This opportunity will never 
come again. In a sense, today is the 
beginning of a new chapter for THEM and 
for YOU. I think they should be permitted 
to make some of the decisions about it.”

“You probably know them better than I do, 
James. O.K., when we get to Booneville 
we’ll confirm the reader for two o’clock 
and I’ll tell Dave the boys and I will be 
Keyholding. Is there anything else, or can I 
get up now?”

“Sorry, Doctor.” James laughed quietly. 
“I guess you can get up now, Sir.” He 
closed the bedroom door behind him. Bill 
Smith got up and made his way to the 
bathroom.

Keyholding! Imagine the twins knowing 
about Keyholding, he thought. For more 
than two hundred years, history despised 
the Russian Christian brotherhood known 
as Skoptzies because they regularly 
practiced castration upon their members. 
When castration became mandatory in the 
New Christian America, there was a 
renewed interest in this very ancient sect 
of devout eunuchs, whose origin was lost 
in antiquity. Researchers began to dig up 
all sorts of material on them, and it was 
found that they had been unfairly 
maligned, discriminated against, and like 
other truly righteous groups, declared to 
be heretics by the authorities of their day. 

Castrations at that time were carried out 
without any anaesthetic, and the pain was 
viewed as a sort of voluntary martyrdom - 
a symbol of the struggle between the 
forces of darkness and the forces of light. 
In the Skoptzie hierarchy those men 
without penis, testicles or scrotum were 
considered the highest and were 
pronounced “worthy of mounting the white 
horse”, a euphemism for entering the 
Kingdom of Heaven while still on earth. 
Those who had been castrated but still had 
penises, were said to have relinquished the 
“keys to hell”, which is what the 
Skoptzies called the testicles. In the New 
United Christian States of America, there 
were increasing numbers of 
fundamentalist congregations that referred 
to the testicles as the “keys to hell”, and 
among these ultra-conservative churches 
“Keyholding” was a practice wherein a 
close male friend or family member - 
usually a father, brother or son - would 
actually hold the testicle of the one being 
castrated and stretch it out while the STB 
surgeon severed it. While Kingdom 
Witnessing was a common practice, it 
entailed only watching the procedure. 
“Keyholding” involved actual 
participation in what they called “The 
Purification”. 

Dr. Smith had nothing at all against 
Keyholding, it just wasn’t a custom 
everybody observed. There were a few 
ultra-conservative Christians in 
Kelseyville, but they were pretty much 
like everyone else. Dr. Smith doubted that 
they practiced anything particularly 
unusual, but if they did, they probably 
went to larger towns and cities where 
there were greater numbers of people who 
believed as they did. Booneville was 
several times the size of Kelseyville, and 
Dave Williams saw things on a regular 
basis that were practically unheard of at 
Bill Smith’s clinic. Also, Dave Williams 
was a pretty conservative Christian, and 
always had a reader present for 
castrations. A reader was simply a young 
man who had been through castration who 
would read a passage of scripture during 
the operation. Although having a reader 
was rare in Kelseyville, one had been 
present at the Booneville clinic when Bill 
Smith had castrated Dave.

Shortly before ten that morning, they 
arrived in Booneville and the twins were 
dropped off at Dave Willims place to spend 
the rest of the morning with Dave’s 
family. Dave had many children, and a 
couple of them were about the same age as 
Patrick and Daniel. Bill Smith and James 
went on to the clinic so that Bill would 
have plenty of time to be properly prepped 
for castration and circumcision that 
afternoon.

The clinic was deserted, but Dave 
Williams had given the key to James so 
they could let themselves in. James was 
well-acquainted with the Booneville STB 
clinic, as he had worked there several 
times when the clinic had a heavy load of 
patients and was short staffed. 

Everything in the place was immaculate. 
Dr. Smith and James went directly to one 
of the prepping rooms and hung up their 
jackets. James took a hypodermic from one 
of the glass cabinets and filled it from a 
small rubber-topped vial. “Could you roll 
up your sleeve for me please, Sir.”

“What for? I don’t know what you’ve just 
put in that hypo, but whatever it is I don’t 
need it.” answered Dr. Smith.

“It’s a muscle relaxant and mild 
tranquillizer, Sir. I know you don’t need 
it, and I know you are acquainted with the 
prepping procedure, but I think you’ll be 
more comfortable if you let me give it to 
you. Besides, it will relax the scrotum and 
make things easier. Could you roll up your 
sleeve, please.”

Bill Smith rolled up his sleeve and felt the 
needle sink into his bicep. He took off his 
shoes and lay back on the prepping table 
while James left the room. Within a few 
minutes he was feeling the effect of the 
shot - a warm, glowing sensation, relaxed 
but not sleepy. When James returned, he 
had changed into his white orderlies’ 
uniform. He had an electric shaver in his 
hand.

“Could you please get out of your clothes 
now, Sir. There’s a hook on the wall, I’ll 
hang them up for you.” It did seem strange 
to be taking off his clothes in front of 
James, but the shot had made the doctor 
feel comfortable and in a very good mood. 
Perhaps he had been just a bit more 
apprehensive about his C&C than he had 
thought. He slipped off his undershorts, 
handed them to James and lay back on the 
examination table. The temperature in the 
room was higher than normal. Bill Smith 
was completely at ease and let his mind 
drift. He decided he would just enjoy the 
day’s experience and not try to question or 
direct things - after all, for a change he 
was the castration PATIENT and not the 
doctor. Somewhere he heard James’  voice 
telling him he would be getting a complete 
body shave - everything but the hair on 
his head - and that it would take about and 
hour and a half to do it properly.

About half an hour into the shave the rear 
doorbell of the clinic rang. “That’ll be 
Michael, the reader. He said he’d be here 
around eleven.” said James.

“Why so early?” asked Dr. Smith. “Our 
castrations aren’t until two this 
afternoon.”

“These people are very conservative, 
Sir.” James explained. “For them, every 
part of the castration, including prepping, 
is sacred. They believe that the mind and 
spirit, as well as the body, must be 
prepared.” James left the room and went 
to answer the door. A moment later he 
could hear the two of them heading down 
the hall toward the prepping room. Bill 
Smith felt a bit exposed. Here he was, half 
shaved, lying stark naked on an 
examination table and a complete stranger 
was about to enter the room. ‘What the 
heck,’ he reasoned, ‘the guy’s a reader, he 
sees this sort of thing all the time.’

James entered the room with a young man. 
He had dark red hair, looked to be about 25 
years old with a very athletic built - he 
looked more like a football player than a 
reader for a conservative Christian 
congregation. “Dr. Smith,” said James, 
“I’d like you to meet Michael - he’s a 
reader from the local New First Christian 
American Church. He’s a White Dove.”

Dr. Smith looked at the young man. A 
White Dove! It had been several years 
since he had met one of them, and this guy 
looked more like a quarterback than a 
White Dove. Michael stretched out his 
hand. “It’s a real honour, Dr. Smith. 
You’re the doctor who castrated Dr. 
Williams. He speaks very highly of you.”

“Welcome aboard Michael.” Dr. Smith 
shook the young man’s hand. Michael had a 
very firm handshake and clear blue eyes 
that looked right at you. He also had an 
unusually fine, deep voice - perfect for a 
reader. Bill Smith continued, “It looks 
like this is turning into quite a community 
occasion! So you’re a White Dove, are 
you? How long have you been one? I have 
to say, you sure don’t look like one - you 
must wear the patch.”

“Yes, Sir. I do. I’ve been a White Dove for 
three years. I had it done on my 21st 
birthday. I’ve been wearing a triple patch 
ever since.”

‘White Dove’ was the old name for a man 
whose testicles, scrotum and penis had 
been removed. They were said to have lost 
the ‘keys to hell’ (the testicles) as well as 
the ‘key to the abyss’ (the penis). As for 
the ‘patch’, many boys once they had 
reached Stage 3 and had been castrated, 
wore the ‘androderm patch’ in order to 
retain secondary male sexual 
characteristics. Boys who were 
particularly athletic could wear as many 
as three patches, allowing them to develop 
very impressive physiques and unusually 
large penises. 

“Did Dave....I mean Dr. Williams..... do 
your surgery?” asked Dr. Smith.

“Yes, Sir, he did. Would you like to see it, 
Dr. Smith?” Michael answered proudly. 
He had that earnest, eager manner and 
energy of a young, true believer.

“Tell me, Michael, did Dr. Williams 
remove your prostate as well?” Dr. Smith 
inquired.

“Not yet, Sir,” the young man answered, 
“but he says that he will whenever I feel 
the time is right. I’d like to do it soon but I 
am so busy I don’t have the spare time I 
need to take for recuperation. I’d have to 
take at least two weeks off. Also, Dr. 
Williams says that removing the prostate 
is a serious and complex operation and 
requires the presence of a second surgeon. 
I’d be really honoured if...... when I decide 
to go for it...... you would assist him, Sir.”

“We’ll see, Michael....we’ll see.” These 
people seemed really ‘gung-ho’, he 
thought. He had met Michael about two 
minutes before, and already the boy was 
asking him to help remove his prostate! On 
the other hand, Dr. Smith admired the 
openness and the frank and honest manner 
of the young man.

“What passages would you like me to read, 
Dr. Smith?” Michael asked.

“Read anything you like, Michael. You 
choose.” he answered. Michael left the 
room and James began to finish the body 
shave while Bill Smith dozed off.