Reverence - Part 1: The Wrath of God

A father takes extreme measures to save his son's soul.

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Reverence Part 1. – The wrath of God.

Rev. Simon Johnson was on his way home from a two-week mission in 
New Mexico.  He had missed his young son, Billy. He was looking 
forward to spending some quality time at home with him.  Billy was 
about to enter that strange and wonderful time of his life between 
boyhood and manhood.  Simon, wished he had more time for Billy, but 
God’s work had to come first.
  
The drive from the airport seemed to take forever. At last he 
entered his house feeling a sense of relief at finally being home. 
He arrived a few days earlier than planned. He hoped Billy would be 
home since school was out for the summer by now.  But, Billy was no 
where to be seen.  
 
"Billy!?" He called to his son.

Simon heard something drop in Billy’s room upstairs. He went 
upstairs and found the door to Billy's room locked.

Simon knocked on the door.

"Billy! What are you doing?", he called concerned that his son had 
hurt himself.

The sound of rustling papers and metal came from behind the door.

“Billy?”  Rev. Johnson called again.

He thought it was strange that Billy wasn’t answering.

"Dad, what are you doing home already?" Billy yelled finally as he 
desperately tried to pull his pants up. 

Billy's father had surprised the 12-year-old during his favorite 
activity. The one he'd been enjoying over a year now, ever since 
the neighbor boy, Tommy, taught him what good feelings could come 
from touching his penis.  

“Billy, open this door now!”, yelled Simon, more than a little 
concerned at what his son might be doing.

"I'm coming dad!"

Billy struggled valiantly to smooth his clothes as he opened the 
door to see his dad standing there looking more than a little 
perturbed.

“Why did you lock the door?”

"uh . . . I was just taking a nap dad.  I don't remember locking 
the door!"

Simon looked at the boy’s bed.  It had no signs of being slept in.  
If he had been sleeping, he had made the bed just moments before. 
Glancing at the head of the bed he saw the edge of a magazine 
protruding from under one of the pillows. Rev. Johnson turned to 
face the boy. He saw redness in his son’s face, glancing at his 
crotch, there it was, the obvious bulge of an erection.

“A nap uh?”. The skepticism was obvious in his voice.

Simon walked over to the bed and pulled out what he expected to be 
a girlie magazine. But with a shock he reread the title - “Playgirl 
Magazine!”

“And just what is this?” he asked in shock at what he found.

"Uh . . . I don't know.  Tommy must have left it here when he came 
over.  I'll give it back to him!"  

Billy was beginning to feel himself falling deeper into a pack of 
lies.

Simon glared at his son and said: “Tommy? When was he here? And I 
suppose he just happened to leave it under your pillow? And why is 
your face so red?”  

Years of training at the ministry had taught him to control his 
emotions, but this was too much.

"He was here this morning dad, after all, school's out for the 
summer now.  He must have put it there as a joke.  I wouldn't do 
that, honest!” Billy lied.

“Of course not, and that erection in your pants is just from 
sleeping?” Simon’s tone made it obvious he didn’t believe a word of 
it.

"What do you mean erection?" Billy asked as he unconsciously 
reached down to adjust his still stiff cock to be less obvious.
 
“What was all the noise I heard in here?” Rev. Johnson asked trying 
to get to the truth. “Billy you know that lying is a sin.”

“I was just taking a nap, I promise!” Billy’s voice was filled with 
embarrassment and fear. 

“Billy, you’ve been practicing onanism haven't you? Don't lie to 
me!”

“Uh . . . I guess so Dad. I’m sorry though. I'll never do it again, 
please? I'm sorry”

“So is that what you and Tommy do while I'm away? Are we talking 
sodomy too?” The truth of his son’s activities was beginning to 
stick in his throat.
 
“Uh . . . just once, and he made me do it!  NO!  He just wanted to 
touch me, that's all!  I promise!”

“And you let him touch your member?” Rev. Johnson was outraged.

“Just the once!  And it was real quick.  We were just curious.  
Please don't be mad.”

Rev. Johnson realized that it was not for him to judge his son.  
That was for God to do, but he had to guide his son.  He took a 
deep breath to relax before he spoke again.

“Son, I'm not mad, but you know what the Bible teaches about Sodomy 
and Onan.  The penalty is the death of your soul, eternal 
damnation.”

“Please Dad!  I didn't mean it!  We were just fooling around.”  
Billy knew he was in deep trouble now.

Rev. Johnson looked around the room and saw a small box under the 
bed.

“What's in that box? I haven’t seen it before.” 

 “I don't know . . . Tommy probably left it too.” Another lie.

 “Give it to me.” Simon Demanded.

“No!  Let me take it back to him!”  The plead in his son’s voice 
confirmed Simon’s worst fears.  This had been going on for a while.

Simon began to blame himself. If he had been home more maybe he 
could have prevented this.  But now it was going to take 
inspiration from God to save his son. Simon picked up the box. It 
was a small tackle box with a key lock.

“Where is the key?” Rev. Johnson asked quietly.

“I don't know!  Please Dad, give it to me.  I'll get rid of it!”

“Why what's in it that you are so afraid of me seeing?”  Rev. 
Johnson was a little afraid of what he’d find too.

“I just want to give it back to Tommy, that’s all.  PLEASE!”

Rev. Johnson pulled on the flimsy clasp and the box opened.

“Tommy has quite a collection doesn't he?” The shock of what he was 
discovering about his son was beginning to make him numb.

Rev. Johnson riffled through the contents.  In the box was a 
collection of gay porn books, a dildo, and condoms.  Realizing he 
was spiraling down hill fast, Billy blushed and looked at the floor.

“So I take it Tommy is a fag? And these condoms? I thought you just 
touched yourselves!”  Rev. Johnson knew full well the implications 
of his find.

"Dad . . .” Billy struggled for an excuse that would get him out of 
this but nothing came out.

“So what does that make you?” Simon didn’t want to believe his son 
was capable of any of this.

"We were just fooling around, honest!”  Billy knew how lame that 
excuse was, but it was all he could come up with.

“Billy, you know what the bible says ‘when a man lay with a man as 
he would lie with a woman it is a sin against God and nature.’”

Rev. Johnson shook his head looking very concerned about his sons 
future.

"I'm sorry!  PLEASE don't be mad . . . I'll never do it again!"

“Son, I am not judging you, but I raised you to respect the word of 
the Lord. You have broken several of the most severe laws of the 
testaments.”

Rev. Johnson struggled with his conscience on how to handle this 
situation, none of his teaching 
had prepared him for this.  Simon remembered a passage from the New 
Testament.  Then remembered talking to Sarah on the plane.  She 
told him her husband and son had the same problem and Dr. Smith had 
a way to deal with just this kind of situation. But it was a 
drastic step.

After a few minutes consideration, Rev. Johnson looked at his son. 

“Son, I think we should take you to the Doctor.  Maybe there is a 
physical or hormonal cause for your behavior. Maybe the doctor can 
help you control these ungodly urges of yours.”

"Aw Dad, do I have to?  It's bad enough that you know.  Can't I 
promise not to do it anymore?"

“Look at your pants son, you're penis is stretching the fabric of 
your jeans, and I can see a wet spot from cowpers gland fluid. No, 
we need to get you to the Doctor and see what he says.”

Billy moved to hide his crotch with his hands.  

"Our regular doctor?" asks Billy.

“No, this is a man's problem. I think we will need to see a 
urologist.”
  
"At least Dr. Roberts won't know.  It will take a long time to get 
an appointment." Billy thought to himself.

“You wait here in your room.  Just watch TV keep you mind off your 
genitals for a while. Perhaps we can get in today.”

Rev. Johnson left Billy’s room and went down the hall to the phone 
in his bedroom.   Billy followed to the edge of the door so that he 
could hear his father’s conversation.

After dialing the number Sarah gave him, Rev. Johnson asked the 
receptionist for Dr. Smith.

“Hello Dr. Smith. This is Rev. Simon Johnson Sarah Jones gave me 
your name.  I have a similar problem to Mike & Sarah. Do you think 
we can get my son, Billy, in today?”

Rev. Johnson listened silently for what seems like and eternity to 
Billy.

Billy returned to his room, turned on the TV and laid down on his 
bed.  He absentmindedly rubbed his crotch, where the pressure from 
his interrupted sessions was building.  "Stupid doctor.  All he can 
do is tell me to quit.  I'll just have to be more careful next 
time.” He thought.

“Ok, Doctor we'll be there at 5:00. Thank you.” Simon completed the 
arrangements with the doctor.

Simon returned to Billy's room and said, “Billy! I thought you said 
you'd stop.  Look at you! You don't even know what your doing do 
you?”

“Ah I'm sorry Dad . . . I was just . . . you know I had to . . “
.
“Yeah, yeah.  Get yourself ready we need to be at the doctors in a 
half-hour. And for the sake of your soul, keep your hands away from 
your penis.”

"Ok  . . . I, ah, just need to go to the bathroom." Hoping he could 
quickly relieve the pressure in his balls.

“Not by yourself. I'm sorry son, but you have left me with little 
trust.”  Simon knew what he was up to.

Rev. Johnson followed Billy to the bathroom. Billy stepped up to 
the toilet and unzipped his fly.  Turning, he tried to hide his 
hardness from his dad, but there was no way.  He strained to get 
something to come out, but his erection prevented him from 
urinating.

“See Billy!  You can't even perform natures most basic function.”

Billy put his penis away. "I guess I didn't have to go after all"

“Don't worry, son, Dr. Smith will take care of that for you too. 
Let's go.” Simon ordered.

“Ok.  I hope this won't take too long, though.”

“It will take as long as it takes, we are talking about your 
eternal salvation here!”  Rev. Johnson was quickly loosing patience 
with his son, but he knew that Dr. Smith would take care of his 
concerns once and for all.

Rev. Johnson and Billy drove to the south side of town, about a 25-
minute drive.

"Are we almost there Dad?" Billy asked, the pressure in his balls 
was becoming almost painful.

Rev. Johnson glanced over at Billy to see that he was behaving.

“Almost son.” Simon reassured. 

Billy just smiled.  He couldn’t wait to get back home and away from 
his dad.  He thought about going to his special hiding place to 
play with himself and relieve the sexual anxiety he was feeling.

Rev. Johnson and Billy arrived at a modern office building, and 
parked the car.

“O.K. son, let's go find Dr. smith.”

“Ok, Dad.  I just want to get this over with.”

Rev. Johnson and Billy entered the lobby of the office building, 
Rev. Johnson looked up the room number in the lobby.  After a brief 
elevator ride they arrived at the reception area for Dr. Smith, 
Urological Surgeon.

Rev. Johnson approached the nurse and announced they are there to 
see Dr. Smith.

Billy thought it strange that they were seeing a surgeon instead of 
a general practitioner, but figured it was because his dad had to 
get them in so fast.

The nurse entered=s the lobby from a side door. “The doctor will be 
with you in a few minutes, you are his last appointment.  Please 
come in and wait for him.”

Rev. Johnson and Billy followed the nurse to an examination room. 

“Son, sit over there.” Rev. Johnson instructed his son.

Billy’s penis stiffened again just thinking of being with the 
doctor.  "It's too bad Tommy's on vacation for a month" he 
thought, "He'd get a laugh out of this, and I sure need to get some 
relief.  I guess it's just me and my hand till then."

“I'm sorry we have to come to this son, but understand it's your 
soul I'm trying to save.”  Rev. Johnson was feeling a bit guilty 
about all this but he could see no other alternative.

“It's just a doctor Dad.  I've seen lots of them.  I'm not a little 
kid anymore you know.”

“I know, and I know you are a good young man, it's just you've got 
a demon in your crotch and we have to get that fixed.”

"Dad, you’re starting to sound weird . . . please!"

The entrance of Dr. Smith interrupted their 
conversation. “Reverend, I'm ready for you. Hello Billy.” 

“Hi Dr. Smith.” Said Billy cheerfully.

“So, Reverend, what seems to be the problem?” The doctor asked with 
complete professional dignity.

“Well, doctor, Billy has been having a problem with his penis 
lately.”

“Oh, what kind of problem?”  The doctor already knew what the 
problem was but he wanted to be sure he did a thorough job in 
determining what was happening and why.

"Dad!" Billy shouted, embarrassed at his father's statement.

“Billy, what is the problem?” the doctor asked.

"Well, I . . .uh .  . you know I was doing. .  you know . . .it"

“Tell him son. He is a doctor.” Simon tried to get his son to relax 
about this.

"I kinda touched it and . . . you know” Billy was just too 
embarrassed to say the words.

“I see. You mean you have been masturbating. How often?” The doctor 
inquired.

"Uh well . . . it just kinda happens, like at night and in the 
morning . . . not often really, just a few times"

“When did you first start masturbating?” Again the doctor wanted to 
see if this was a pattern or just a one-time event.

"About a year ago . . . "  Billy managed to confess.

“He has also been "playing" with other boys too.” Volunteered Rev. 
Johnson.

"Aw Dad, I told you we were just fooling around!"

“hmm . . . Well . . . Right . . .I'd better take a look at you.  
Lots of boys masturbate, and the reason is often some minor 
irritation, even something you can't really feel, and makes you 
want to touch your penis. And of course having done that, it's a 
short step to playing with it."

Billy was still hard, and the though of his Dad and this strange 
doctor seeing him like that made him blush.

Dr. Smith looked Billy straight in the eyes. “Maybe we can do 
something about this. Go behind that screen, please, and strip down 
to your underpants."

Billy still didn't understand what his father thought was so 
serious.  Stupid exams, a warning not to touch it anymore, then 
home.  He'd be playing with it before bedtime!  Following the 
Doctor’s instructions reluctantly, he stepped behind the screen and 
started to strip.

Dr. Smith and Rev. Johnson exchanged whispers.

Billy strained to hear what they were saying, but couldn't quite 
make it out.

“Billy, are you ok?” Dr. Smith called.

Billy’s penis jutted crazily in his briefs, and he desperately 
wished for it to go down. 

"Yes . . . I'm fine!" He replied with desperation in his voice.

“Come on out and sit on the exam table.” The doctor encouraged.

Billy walked slowly from behind the screen, covering his crotch as 
much as possible with his hands.

“Don't be embarrassed Billy, many boys who come to me have 
uncontrolled erections.” Again the doctor was trying to get Billy 
to relax.

Billy reddened even more at the doctor's comment.

“Up you go, on the table.”

Billy got up on the examination table, feeling very embarrassed and 
exposed in only his thin briefs.

Dr. Smith slipped Billy’s briefs down over his thighs. Billy tried 
to hide his penis with his hands again. Dr. Smith noticed the hair 
around his cock was silky and framed a beautiful penis. Billy was 
well endowed for a 12 year old.  Tommy often commented how Billy 
was bigger than many of the grown men he had seen.

"What are you going to do?" asked Billy.

“Just want to take a look at your penis, relax.” replied the doctor.

Dr. Smith slowly and gently took the head of Billy’s uncircumcised 
penis in his hand and gradually pulled the skin back.  Dr. Smith 
noticed the soft teenage skin slid easily back like a flower.  The 
touch sent an erotic chill through Billy.  He moaned as his long 
denied tool again became stimulated. The doctor slid the skin over 
the edge and could feel Billy's erection increase. He continued to 
press it further and the clean, perfect head and shaft were exposed 
for his examination. Dr. Smith examined the veins beneath the skin, 
paused for a second then thrust the skin firmly back as far as it 
would go.

"Dad!  He's not going to take my skin is he!  Please don't let him!"

“Billy, circumcision is only one possible treatment for your 
condition.” The doctor replied.

"What are you doing?  Please . . ."  Billy was beginning to get 
upset that neither the doctor or his father would tell him anything.

"Ow!! Stop it. please!  Dad make him stop!"

Rev. Johnson corrected his son’s impatience. “Quiet, the doctor 
knows what he's doing.”

Dr. Smith noticed that under the tension the frenum showed white 
amid the surrounding skin. He took hold of the glans and spread the 
lips of the meatus.

Dr. Smith released the glans and precum appeared at the tip.

"Doctor, please!  Stop, I'm going to . .  you know.  Please stop!"  
Billy felt the stirrings of an orgasm swelling in his balls.

Dr. Smith looked at Rev. Johnson.  Dr. Smith released the boy’s 
penis and removed his examination gloves. 

“Reverend, we have to talk, Billy put on your pants and wait 
outside.”

Billy, relieved to be dressed, quickly put his pants on and stepped 
in the hallway.  He frantically searched for the men’s room hoping 
to have just a moment to release his pent-up orgasm.  But the nurse 
had locked all the doors. There was a drinking fountain. He 
splashed his face hoping to cool himself off.

Back in the exam room the doctor turned to Simon.

“Rev. Johnson, there is nothing wrong with Billy's penis.”

“But doctor, I can't let me son keep up this behavior, it is 
strictly forbidden by our religion.”

“What do you want me to do?” asked the doctor.

Rev. Johnson hesitated a minute and replied “As my bible says, if 
your hand offends you cut it off.”

Dr. Smith looked concerned and said, “Do you know what this will 
mean for Billy's future?”

Rev. Johnson replied “I know that if something isn't done, he will 
be condemned to eternal damnation which I can't allow as a 
Christian parent.”

Dr. Smith considered his options and offered: “There is only one 
operation that will prevent him from playing with himself.”

Rev. Johnson nodded. “I had some Idea of that after talking with 
Sarah. But, you are the doctor.”

“Are you sure this is what you want, Simon?”

“Yes, ever since his mother died, I don't have time to watch him 
every minute, besides it will make an example to his so called 
friends.”

Dr. Smith sighed. “All right, let me send my nurse home, however, 
you will have to assist me in the operation.”

“Of course doctor, anything to save my son's soul.”

Dr. Smith opened the door and called, “Billy!  Please come back. 
Your father and I have to talk to you.  Nurse, Johnson, I'll see 
you in the morning.”

While waiting for Billy, Dr. Smith asked Rev. Johnson, “Do you want 
me to use anesthesia?”

Rev. Johnson thought and replied “We'll let Billy decide. Pain is 
good for the soul.”

Noticing that Billy hadn’t returned he yelled “Billy!”

“I'm here Dad!  I just went to get a drink of water!”

“Sure you did. And did you leave your seed in the toilet water 
too?” his father scolded.

“Uh . . . I didn't do that. Geez I'm not a pervert!”

Dr. Smith looked at the young boy. “Billy, Your father is very 
concerned about your masturbation and for religious reasons has 
asked me to take special measures to prevent you from masturbating.”

“I already told him I'd stop.  What more do you want?!” Billy was 
getting very annoyed about all this.
 
“Well, he needs to be sure you don't go back on your word. Please 
sit up on the exam table and I'll explain what we are going to do.”

“Son, do as the doctor says it is your eternal soul we are talking 
about.”

“Ok Dad!”  By this time Billy was willing to do anything just to 
get out of this doctors office.

Rev. Johnson said, “Just do as the doctor says and this will be 
over soon..”

“On the table Billy” the doctor coaxed.
.
"You're not going to let him take my skin are you?  Please don't 
let him!" Billy said as he slowly climbed on the table.

Dr. Smith adjusted the back of the table so that Billy could sit up 
to see a chart of the male reproductive system on the wall. At the 
same time he placed arm restraints on both of Billy's arms and a 
strap across his chest.

"Hey! What are you doing?  Stop it!" Fear filled the young boys 
body.

“Billy, There is nothing wrong with your penis, however, your 
religion forbids it so we must insure that you cannot pleasure 
yourself as you have been doing.” The doctor explained.

“I won't!  Let me go! Please!” Billy yelled.

The doctor looked at the boy. “Billy look at the illustration on 
the wall. There are two major sources of pleasure and orgasm for 
males. They are the penis and the prostate. We are going to remove 
both of these giving you a complete penectomy and remove your 
prostate.”

“No!! No you can't do that!  Tell him Dad!”

“Son, you know what the Bible teaches, if your eye offends you 
pluck it out, if your hand offends, cut if off. It is God's will.”

“God please!  You can't!  I have to have it . . . I need to  . . . 
Tommy . . . God I have to shower in school!  You can't!” Billy 
strains against the restraints.

“Son, I don't like this any more than you, but Satan gives us 
little choice.” Rev Johnson was convinced that this was the will of 
God.

Rev. Johnson asks “Doctor, he won’t look like a sissy after this 
will he?”

“No, we will leave the testicles so he will continue to have 
masculine features, except for his penis of course.”

Billy suddenly realized this was really happening and yelled: “You 
CAN'T!! I HAVE TO HAVE IT! Everyone will know!  It's mine YOU Can't 
TAKE it!”

Billy started to weep uncontrollably.

Dr. Smith lowered the back of the operating table, and pulled out 
two stirrups. He then strapped Billy’s legs to the stirrups. Billy 
kicked at his father and Doctor Smith, still trying to 
break loose of the restraints.

Dr. Smith smiled. “Relax Billy, these straps are very thick 
leather, they can restrain a full grown horse.”

“Let me GO!  I want to keep my penis!!  I need it! I need it .”
. . 
Billy continued to sob. “God what will Tommy say!??”

Rev. Johnson replied “Maybe Tommy will learn from your experience.”

“We were just fooling around!  Please don't take it!”

“Billy, we are going to remove your penis by the root inside your 
body, a good portion of it is inside, while I'm in there I will 
also remove your prostate.”

“He has to be awake during this.” Said Rev. Johnson.

“Billy do you want something for the pain?” Dr. Smith offered.

“You're not really going to cut it off!  You can't!”  

“Billy do you want something for the pain?” Dr. Smith insisted.

“Yes, damn it!” Billy yelled hoping we would wake up from this 
nightmare. 

Dr. Smith walked to the medicine cabinet and extracted a hypo and 
vial, after leveling off a dose of pain killer, he returned to 
Billy.  He then injected the needle in four points around the base 
of Billy's cock.

“Ow!! That hurts!” Billy gasped.

Dr. Smith then filled the hypo again he then injected several times 
from the under side of Billy's penis along the line of Billy’s 
scrotum to his anus.

“Reverend, hand me the razor kit over there.” Dr. Smith instructed.

Rev. Johnson complied handing the doctor a razor and shaving cream.

Billy was crying openly now "D.d.don't s.s.shave me down there!”

“God! I can't feel my penis anymore!  Stop, p .p .please!” Billy 
managed to scream through his tears. “I've learned my lesson!”

Dr. Smith looked at Simon one more time.  The reverend nodded his 
assent.  Dr. Smith began to lather Billy's crotch from anus to 
navel. In quick strokes he shaved all of the fine teenage hair from 
his body.

“Reverend, there is a surgical kit in the third drawer down bring 
it along with the catheter and the 3 forceps”

“Billy, this is for your own good.” Dr. Smith tried to quiet 
Billy. “You'll thank your father someday.”

"B.b.b.ut it won't ever f.f.f.eel goood again!" Tears continued 
down the young boy’s face.

Rev. Johnson set the surgical tools on the table next to his son.

“Thank you, reverend.”
.
Dr. Smith opened the scalpels and scissors from the sterile bag. 
Using petroleum jelly the doctor lubricated the catheter. Grasping 
the boy’s young glans, he inserted the tube through the meatus 
until urine began to flow.

“Hand me the sutures on the table over there.” The Doctor requested.

Billy again struggled vainly against the restraints.

“Reverend, bring the sponge. and let's get started.”

"I c.c.can't ever swim with the g.g.guys again!" Billy pleaded to 
his father.

Rev. Johnson replied “Yes you can and what's more you will be able 
to swim with Jesus in heaven too.”

Dr. Smith made the first incision around the base of Billy's penis 
shaft. The pain medicine was doing it's job, but Billy let out an 
anguished cry nonetheless.  Dr. Smith continued the slice around 
the root and then a second incision down the line of the scrotum 
between the two testes. Rev. Johnson wiped the lines of blood with 
the sponge. All Billy could do was watch and cry as he penis was 
slowly executed.

Dr. Smith picked up the scissors and starting from the wound at the 
base of his penis shaft the doctor split open Billy’s ball sac.  
Careful to not hurt his testicles, the doctor separated his scrotum 
so that each testicle was still in it’s side of his sac.

“Now use the forceps and hold the two parts of the scrotum apart so 
I can get to the root of his penis.” Dr. Smith instructed. 

Rev. Johnson insert the forceps opening them so that the root of 
Billy’s penis was clearly visible. Dr. Smith used forceps to grasp 
the head of Billy's penis and pull it downward further opening the 
wound at its base.

“Here, reverend, hold this while I tie off the blood vessels under 
the penis.”

“N.n.n.ooooo!  P.p.p.p.lease!!” cried Billy.

Dr. Smith tied off the arteries and veins, Billy's penis swelled 
due to the constriction of blood flow out of his cock.

“Now pull the penis further down..” Rev. Johnson pulled his son’s 
penis forward and down.

Grasping the scalpel, Dr. Smith began to peel Billy's penis away 
from his body down between the two sides of his scrotum.

“There are the ligaments which hold the penis to the pubic bone.” 
Dr. Smith pointed out to Rev Johnson.

“Unnnnnn” was all Billy could get out.

Dr. Smith cut each ligament with exacting precision. Billy moaned 
incoherently as his father and the doctor continued with the 
destruction of his genitals.  Dr. Smith tied off a few bleeding 
arteries and a few more incisions and Rev. Johnson held his son’s 
limp, dead penis in the forceps in his hands.

“Put it in the tray over there.” Dr. Smith instructed.

Billy feint as he saw his precious penis separated from his body.  
Dr. Smith then started to widen the wound beneath the scrotum.

Dr. Smith continued as if giving a surgery class. “There is the 
prostate. A teenage prostate is small and firm.”

Dr. Smith again began to tie off blood vessels and arteries, then 
sliced out the young boys gland.

“Ok now we can close.”

Dr. Smith, using fine sutures attached the urethra to the wound 
below the scrotum.  Then he closed the scrotum and sealed the 
opening where Billy's penis used to be.

“Now we need to put some sterile bandages on. I think we will need 
to see him in about a week.  I’ll give you a prescription for the 
pain.”

Rev. Johnson looked relieved that it was over and he no longer had 
to worry about his son’s perversions. “Thank you doctor for the 
soul of my son.”

Dr. Smith replied, “Of course, my pleasure. I have done this for 
many young boys who have 
this problem, In fact I even had a grown man who's wife had him 
under go the same procedure because he couldn’t control himself 
either.”

And thus began Billy’s life of sexual desire with no possibility of 
release... 


Part 2 – The confessions of sinners…