Sterilized for Good

NONE ENTERED BY AUTHOR

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I’m lying tied to a gurney in terror and pain.  All she told me was
 “they” would come to get me soon.  My groin is throbbing from what
 she did to me.  As I lie here waiting for “them” I try to think how
 I got to this point.


 A week ago I went to my regular doctor for an appointment.  When I
 arrived his nurse, Angie, took me into the exam room and did the 
usual preliminaries, blood pressure, temperature, etc.  She then 
asked why I had made the appointment.  I told here that my, now ex-,
 girlfriend and I had a pregnancy scare last month and that to avoid
 any recurrences in the future, I had decided to have a vasectomy.  
She asked if I had used a condom, and I responded no, that I thought
  birth control was supposed to be her responsibility, not mine, and
 besides I hated sex with a rubber.  She said I sounded selfish and I
 told her it was really none of her business.  She then left and got 
the doctor.  After giving me the usual physical, the doctor told me 
he needed to do a careful testicular exam to schedule the operation.
  He had me get on the table naked and put my feet in what looked 
like gynecological stirrups.  As the doctor sat on a stool to poke
 and prod my nuts, I noticed Angie standing in the doorway staring at
 my crotch.  Since she’s a hot looking blond with a great body, I was
 flattered, but I thought her interest seemed a bit strange.  The 
doctor declared me fully fit and scheduled my vasectomy 10 days 
later.  I got dressed and went home.  The next day, Angie called me
 back and said the doctor had a scheduling conflict and could I come
 in next Friday for my vasectomy.  I rearranged things at work for a
 day off and told her “No problem.”


So this morning I came to the doctor’s office for my appointment.  I
 opened the door and found only the night lighting on in the waiting
 room.  I called out several times, and Angie came from the back part
 of the office.  “I am glad you’re here” she smiled.  I commented
 that the place looked deserted, and she told me “Normally we’re
 closed on Fridays, but we’re making an exception for you.”  I
 followed her back to the exam room and she told be to get undressed,
 get on the table and put my feet in the stirrups.  I did as she told
 me, but I was a little embarrassed spreading in front of her and
 asked where the doctor was.  “Oh he’ll be in shortly, but first I
 need to prep you,” she assured me. “Now I’ll be shaving your pubic
 hair and sterilizing your penis and scrotum so you might as well sit
 back and relax.”  She then drew a small recessed drawer out of the
 table between my legs and put a basin of water in it.  She then
 lathered up my groin and started to shave my pubic hair off.  As she
 worked, she would cup my cock and balls in her hands, convincing me
 to sit up and watch as this beautiful blonde played with my
 privates.  After she was finished, and my groin and balls were
 completely bald, she soaped up a washcloth and started to wash my
 cock and balls.  Her gentle rubbing quickly got me rock hard. 
 “What’s with this?” she asked, pointing at my hardon.  I asked her
 what could she expect when a pretty woman was touching me like
 that?  “Yes,” she replied, “I figured you for the type who can only
 think about on thing when it comes to a woman.  Well, we’ll see
 about that.”  


I thought her comment was odd, but before I could respond, she left
 the room, only to return with a cart that had some type of
 electrical device.  “This is a monitor,” she explained “and we need
 you attached to it so we can keep an eye on your vitals.” 
 “Unfortunately, it needs to go in rectally, but you won’t notice the
 discomfort after awhile.” She then plugged the device into the wall
 and picked up a metal probe attached to the device by a cord.  She
 smeared some kind of gel on the probe and walked towards me.  “I
 need you to relax as much as possible so I can slide this in
 easily,” she warned.  She reached between my legs and slowly
 inserted the probe.  At first, it stung a bit, but then the pressure
 on my prostate started to stimulate me.  My cock, which had started
 to deflate, sprang back to attention.  Seeing my aroused state,
 Angie smiled, walked over to the machine and flipped a switch.


Suddenly a jolting pain shot through my rectum.  All of my muscles
 tensed up and my body stiffened.  The pain subsided into a steady
 dull ache, but my body was completely paralyzed, I couldn’t move at
 all!  Angie walked back over to me with an absolutely evil grin. 
 “That’s a carefully balanced electrical charge going through your
 body,” she explained.  “It’s just enough to keep you paralyzed, but
 not enough to do permanent damage, at least not for awhile anyway.” 
 I couldn’t move my eyes, but still she must have read my pleading,
 “Why I am I doing this you ask?”  “Simple,” she explained, “there is
 a very wealthy group of swingers in the city who have some rather
 unusual sexual preferences.  They are willing to pay quite a bit to
 anyone able to supply their needs.  One couple has expressed the
 desire for a de-sexed male slave. It seems the husband likes the
 idea of being bisexual, sort of, while the wife is turned on by the
 idea of a man with a smooth crotch.  Because of your attitude about
 women and sex, I’ve ‘volunteered’ you to be their sex slave.  All
 that’s needed is for me to cut off your cock and balls, and you can
 start your new life.”


I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  Surely she was joking, but
 the rectal probe convinced me she must be telling the truth.  Angie
 quickly stripped naked, revealing her incredibly lush body and
 shaved pussy.  She looked at me and smiled “Would you like to stick
 your nasty cock in here,” she said, fingering her cunt.  “Well maybe
 you’ll get to after all, “ she laughed.  She then reached into a
 cabinet and pulled out a rubber body suit.  She put the tight
 fitting garment on as well as rubber shoes and rubber gloves. 
 “Don’t want to shock myself, you know” she said with a wink.  As I
 watched in horror she wheeled a cart full of surgical instruments
 between my legs and started to arrange them.  “I would give you
 anesthesia,” she giggled, “but unfortunately I’m not qualified to
 administer it, so I guess you’ll just have to feel every cut.”  With
 that she reached down, and placed some sort of clamp at the base of
 my cock.  Despite my paralysis, I could feel her hands gripping me
 and the pain of the clamp cutting off the circulation to my prick. 
 “That’s to make sure you stay hard,” she let me know.  She then
 picked up a scalpel in one hand and firmly grasped my balls with the
 other.  She slowly started to flay the skin from my scrotum.  The
 pain was beyond anything I’d ever felt before, but I couldn’t
 scream, only whimper and watch her take my manhood.  When she was
 finally finished exposing my testicles, she sliced through my tubes
 and other connecting tissues and removed each of my balls.  “There,”
 she said with satisfaction, “I don’t think you’ll need to worry
 about any unwanted pregnancies.”  She then placed my balls in a
 bottle of alcohol, “for my collection,” she informed me.  Waves of
 pain were now shooting through my crotch, but she wasn’t finished
 yet.  She then grabbed my clamped penis and started carefully
 cutting below the clamp.  The blade of her scalpel went deeper and
 deeper until suddenly, my prick came loose in her hand.  She laughed
 maniacally as she waved my still erect cock in the air.  “Now I just
 need to cut out your prostate and sew you up and we’re done.”  She
 put my penis on the tray and then used some forceps to pull my
 prostate out of the incision.  She then cut the gland free and threw
 it in the bottle with my balls.  “That’s so you can’t enjoy anal sex
 either” she told me, “you’re to be completely de-sexed.”  


For the next few minutes she worked on closing up my wounds,
 including placing a small tube in me so I could pee.  When she was
 done, my crotch was completely smooth, except for my pee tube.  She
 looked very satisfied with her work, “Not bad, if I do say so
 myself.”  She then left the room and wheeled in a gurney next to
 me.  As my head swam with pain, she rolled me off the table onto the
 gurney.  She forced my stiffened limbs out straight, and used
 surgical tape to firmly tie my arms and legs to the sides of the
 gurney.  Angie then pulled out a ball gag and held it over my
 mouth.  She then reached over and turned off the electric probe.  As
 soon as the current stopped, I opened my mouth to scream, and she
 shoved the gag into my mouth and secured it.  She then got undressed
 and stood naked before me, as a stared at her, I saw juices running
 from her pussy.  Her emasculation of me had obviously aroused her. 
 She then picked up my still hard, severed penis and said “I did
 promise you that you could fuck me, so here goes.”  As I watched in
 sick fascination, she leaned back against the counter and started
 pumping my organ in and out of her cunt, rubbing my dead cock
 against her clit.  She moaned and writhed for a few minutes, and
 then came with an orgasm that almost dropped her to the floor. 
 After she’d caught her breath she looked at me and said “That was
 the best fuck I ever had, to bad you weren’t there to enjoy it.” 
 Holding up my cock she said, “I think I’ll have this stuffed, just
 think, you may be having sex with me every night.”


Angie quickly dressed and then pushed the gurney out in to the hall. 
 She went back into the exam room and returned with her “trophies.” 
 “I’m leaving now, but my clients will soon be here to retrieve you,”
 she said.  “I had a great time, but of course I couldn’t have done
 it without you.”  She then kissed me on the cheek and left.


So now I’m lying here in the gloom, waiting for my new masters, my 
body shaking from fear and pain.  Wait!  What’s that?!  I here a door
 opening---now footsteps.  They’re coming…