Reverence: The sins of the father. - Prologue

Parents decide to help their son learn control.  

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Mike came home early from work that evening and found his son, 
Jeremy, laying on the couch slowly stroking his young penis.

Enraged, he yelled at the boy. "Your mother told me she thought you 
had been playing with yourself.  Didn't we warn you about that?!"

Jeremy covered his hard-on looking embarrassed, but knowing he'd 
finally been caught in the act.

"what? It just itches!", he lied. Hoping his father would let it 
drop at that.

"What's the matter son? Why are you covering it up? Are you ashamed 
of your cock?  Well you should be.  It's pathetic!  And you can't 
even keep your hand off it for a day!" his father scolded.

Jeremy looked down at his hand covering his crotch.

“Take your hands away. Let me see that thing you like to play with 
so much.”

Jeremy squirmed reluctantly, but moved his hands revealing a raging 
hardon.

“Did you cum?  Did you enjoy yourself even though your mother and I 
told you not too?  I'm your father, damn it, and if I say you won't 
play with it YOU . . . WON'T . . . PLAY . . . WITH . . . IT!”

Jeremy looked nervously up at his father.  He saw the anger in his 
eyes was genuine.

“But dad, I can't help it...” Jeremy replied.

“Do you want me to help you with your problem son?” asked Mike with 
true concern for his son’s well being but still angry.

“How?” Jeremy asked, not sure he would like the answer.

“I have a plan that your mother and I have been discussing for 
quite some time . . . now do you want my help or not?  Or will it 
be a lifetime of punishment for your damn self abuse?”

Jeremy thought for a moment and nodded, unsure of what he was 
agreeing to.

“OK then, go stand in the corner while I make a few phone calls.  
I'll be watching, so you sure as hell better not touch your cock.”

Jeremy walked slowly to the corner, putting his hands in his 
pockets.  He could feel his young prick through his pants pocket.  
Slowly he caressed its head with his thumb and forefinger. 

Mike picked up the phone and called his wife, a nurse at the local 
hospital.  The conversation was short, because they had feared this 
day would come, when there would be no alternative.

Mike noticed a slight movement of the boy’s hands in his pockets.  
His rage returned a hundred fold.

“Get your damn hands out of your pockets!  We're really going to 
have to go all the way with you!!!”

 Jeremy pulled his hand out looking very startled and red faced. 
His heart was pounding in his ears from fear.

Within the hour Mike’s wife and a man pulled up in the driveway in 
her car.  They got out, each carrying a large cardboard box of 
supplies labeled county hospital.  The man walked in and introduced 
himself to Mike.  

Jeremy watched his parents and the stranger nervously, not sure of 
what was about to happen. 

"How can this man help?" he thought to himself.

“I am Dr. Smith”. The stranger started, “your wife has been 
consulting with me about the boy’s problem for some time now.”

Jeremy strained to hear.  Wondering what this man would be able to 
do to “help” him.

The doctor continued, “And she tells me that you have finally 
reached a decision.  Let me tell you that I'm a fully qualified 
board surgeon of urology and that with your wife's assistance we 
have gathered the materials to do whatever procedure you decide on 
safely.”

Jeremy thought for a moment and whispered "circumcision!" to 
himself.  A wave of relief passed through him.  He had seen other 
boys in school who had been cut and thought the look would be good 
for him too.

“Well, Doctor, I hadn't decided until after I called you and the 
boy still couldn't keep his hands off his penis.” Mike 
explained. “I'm afraid that well have to do the operation that will 
ensure that he can no longer play with it.”

Jeremy felt confused. Circumcision wouldn’t stop him just make it 
less enjoyable.

“Do you agree with Mike, Sarah?  Is this what you want too?” Asked 
Dr. Smith.

Jeremy started to rub his crotch, anticipating at least a change in 
the feeling when he masturbates.  New feelings and techniques were 
always exciting.

Sarah saw Jeremy playing with his crotch.

“Look at him!  The only way to keep his hands off that thing is if 
his father and I keep it for him . . . in a jar!” his mother yelled 
furiously.

“uh? That's not what I want ...", Jeremy thought to himself afraid 
to speak.  However, Jeremy felt his cock growing harder due to the 
mixture of fear and strange excitement he felt at the surprise. 

“You heard me . . . we warned you and warned you, and you did agree 
to whatever your father and I decided was best to stop you from 
abusing yourself.  The Dr. here is going to perform a penectomy on 
you.” Sarah said in a matter of fact tone.

“A what?” Asked Jeremy, total confused.

Jeremy involuntarily rubbed the front of his crotch in fear.  But 
all this did was showoff the outline of massive hardon.

Dr. Smith began to explain. “A penectomy, son, I’m going to 
amputate your penis. In street terms, I'm going to cut off your 
cock because you’re a nasty little masturbator.

Jeremy grabbed his cock in a vain symbolic attempt to save it.
.
“I hope you're enjoying that, because it's the closest you will 
ever come to an orgasm again.  Sarah, get the room set up for the 
procedure.” The doctor ordered.

Jeremy stroked the front of his jeans harder from fear and 
excitement.

The Doctor reached in his bag and said. “Mike, you get him stripped 
down and ready for the procedure.  And fix it so he can't touch 
himself in the meantime. He's done it enough.  That's what got him 
into this fix in the first place!”

Jeremy's father noticed a large wet spot on Jeremy's pants.

“God damn, he's already cum . . . little pecker couldn't last 2 
minutes, he doesn't deserve it anyway.  That was your last one, 
son, I hope you enjoyed it!”

Jeremy looked back at his father in embarrassment.

Mike forcibly stripped his son to the nude.  Sarah yelled from the 
other room that the she and the doctor were ready.

Jeremy choked back his fear and spoke in a pleading “dad?”

“What is it son?”

“I'm scarred, I don't want to loose my penis.”

“You damn well should be . . . you won't have a cock in about 10 
minutes!

Jeremy nodded; knowing it was no use pleading. He slowly walked 
over to his mother.

Sarah looked at Jeremy with disgust and said: “I'm ready, let's get 
this over with.”

Jeremy's penis was getting hard again.

Mike put his son up on the table that had been sterilized for the 
procedure. Thick straps were placed around the table and over son’s 
chest and thigh. His hands and feet were tied down so he could no 
longer move.

Jeremy looked in horror at the tray of tools next to the operating 
table. The doctor picked up his scalpel and moved in close to 
Jeremy’s young prick.

“Any thing else you want to say for yourself boy?” Asked Dr. Smith 
mockingly.

“I'm sorry!” Jeremy sobbed.

The doctor gave a nod at Sarah, who injected a solution into her 
son's penis. The shot softened his penis in her hands.  She then 
picked up a clamp-like instrument and proceeded to pull her sons 
penis as far out from his body as possible

She attached an elastic band around the base of her son’s cock so 
that when the amputation occurred, there would be no trace of stump 
to indicate where her sons cock once stood.

Jeremy felt his cock stretch as the clamp hurt his young shaft with 
it’s tightness.

The doctor moved in and with surgical precision sliced through the 
penile shaft above the elastic band.  With a single stroke of the 
scalpel he removed the penis from the young boy. Jeremy’s penis 
hung limply from the clamp.

Jeremy screamed in pain or was it fear?  Both were too intense to 
distinguish.

He thought of what life would be like for him with out his precious 
cock.  What will his friends say?  What about gym class? What about 
all the pleasure his young cock had given him that would never be 
again?  Finally, all of the emotions exploded in a flood of tears.

Jeremy’s Dad looked at his mom, and she nodded in assent.

Slowly Jeremy’s Dad unbuttoned his pants and pushes his underwear 
to the ground.  Jeremy looked over in shock and saw the man-sized 
balls and sac, and the scar that marked the location of where his 
father’s penis once stood.  

"I guess all the males in this family have to learn the hard way."