Null and Void (Part 3)

A man sells his genitals for a large sum of cash.

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[WRITER'S NOTE:  The following is the final chapter of 
Null and Void, the story of a young man who, for a price, 
agrees to be surgically nullified for the amusement of a 
group of wealthy people.  This story contains accounts of 
medical anatomy and procedures.  I am not a physician and 
some of the medical aspects of the story may be ridiculous, 
although I did do some research.]


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By Watcher
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Part III -- Saturday and Beyond


	I awoke Saturday morning with a familiar feeling.  
Groggy from the shot I came around slowly, and it felt like 
someone was stroking my hard cock.  This seemed impossible 
since I'd had at least five dreams during the night of 
different ways of it being chopped off!  I slowly opened my 
eyes and saw Nurse Lisa working on my boner!

	She smiled at me and said, "We didn't want you to miss 
out on your last 'morning hard-on'!"  Bud and a matching 
gorilla stood in the background, grinning.

	"Does this bantering bullshit about my cock and balls 
coming off ever stop?" I asked.

	"Oh sure," she said.  "At about midnight tonight!"  
More chuckles from the Peanut Gallery.  

	I tried to clear my head and looked at the clock.  
10:30.  Damn shot knocked me for a loop!  "Why'd you let me 
sleep so long?"

	"We thought that this would be a day that you'd just as 
soon forget.  Thought we'd shorten it for you.  I mean, the 
day, not ... Well, I guess we're going to shorten *that* 
too!"

	More laughter.  With all the comedians around here I 
was surprised they needed to add me as more entertainment 
for the big party that night.  Obviously the people 
attending wanted something more severe than comedy!

	Lisa went on.  "Bud has brought you some breakfast.  
Eat well early because, remember, you won't get much before 
the big event.  And Bud and his assistant will be with you 
the entire day in case you get some wild ideas.  We don't 
want you to hurt yourself!"  

	Of course not.  You'll do it for me.

	Bud's fellow primate bellowed, "No way I'm gonna be 
anywheres near that fella when he gets an enema!" 

	Bud replied, "Don't you worry none, Ralphie.  We'll let 
the two broads handle that.  That shit's women's work!"  

	Ralphie??

	"We don't mind at all," said Lisa.  "We're happy to get 
in on the action in any way we can."  I had stood up, and 
she grabbed me with a hug and pulled me tight.  "I'm just so 
fucking excited, Jake!  I've gotten off four times already 
with my vibrator this morning just thinking about the 
wonderful things that are going to happen to you tonight and 
I don't know how many times I'm gonna come this afternoon.  
But it'll be a lot!  It's so fucking incredible!!  Oh, Jake!  
This is going to be so special!"

	Considering the fact that starting tomorrow I'd be a 
qualified candidate to get work guarding a harem it was 
gonna be just a little bit *special* for me, too!  But in a 
somewhat different way than the manic Nurse Lisa saw it.  
She could barely contain herself!  Her breathing was rushed 
and her eyes were wide.  Either she was looking forward to 
this event way too much, or she should have opted for the 
decaf this morning.

	She pulled back.  "Eat your breakfast, Jake.  I've, ah, 
gotta get back to my room to do some things.  I'll check in 
on you later!"  She almost ran out of the room, visions of 
buzzing plastic undoubtedly dancing in her head.

	Bud and Ralphie were by the TV watching cartoons and I 
picked at my breakfast, but I had little appetite.  Lisa 
would need part of that "fee" just to buy replacement 
batteries and vibrators.  Glad *she* was getting turned on.  
My morning hard-on had melted and I couldn't imagine getting 
another one.  I tried not to look at the clock.  Or my cock.

	Morning drifted into afternoon, and the clock continued 
its march toward evening.  Bud and Ralphie were sitting on 
opposite sides of the room, not talking since they'd gotten 
into an argument over whether an invisible lightbulb really 
did blink on over a person's head whenever they had a bright 
idea.  I mean, if it did for Daffy Duck then why not for 
people?  Obviously neither one of these idiots ever looked 
in a mirror and saw a lightbulb blinking!

	Lisa hadn't returned, and I guessed she was "otherwise 
occupied".  I hadn't noticed any brownouts in the electrical 
system, so it made sense that her vibrator was the battery-
operated type.  Probably had to run to the local hardware 
store for a case of new batteries.

	I walked over to the window and looked out.  "Don't get 
any funny ideas," said Bud.  I almost told him to look for 
the lightbulb blinking over my head, but partytime was 
approaching and I wanted to stay on his good side.  Besides, 
he was the one who argued that the lightbulb thing only 
happened in cartoons.

	From time to time I heard the whapping of helicopter 
blades fly from a distance to somewhere near the house.  
Vehicles apparently were arriving; I heard doors closing and 
an occasional voice or a laugh.  I'm sure they were ready 
for the big show!  

	My emotions were all over the place.  Sometimes I was 
in denial; something like this couldn't happen.  At other 
times I was pissed off.  It wasn't fair, me losing my 
goodies and not even thirty yet.  But mostly I felt the raw, 
naked edge of fear.  I'd been given far more details than I 
ever wanted to hear about their plans for me; cute work on 
their part!  It was obviously a way to make me a little bit 
crazy in the hours leading up to their show so I'd make a 
better victim.  It was working.  As the afternoon raced 
toward evening I became more and more distressed.

	I couldn't concentrate.  Earlier in the week, in 
addition to fucking and sucking a lot, I'd done some reading 
and watched some TV.  But this day all my mind could do was 
race through the details of what I'd been told was going to 
be done to me. 

	The door opened and in came Lisa and Beth.  Together!  
I looked at the clock: 4:50 P.M. and counting down.  Beth 
had puffed eyes like she'd been crying.  Lisa looked harsh 
and carried a container filled with what looked like 
toiletry items.

	"Apparently you enjoyed your afternoon," I said with a 
sour tone.

	"It was wonderful, Jake.  I came so many times thinking 
about your bloody cock and balls I think I lost count!"  
Then she looked me straight in the eyes.  "And I found one 
reason I'm going to enjoy it so much.  Beth and I had a long 
talk about her 'little friend'!

	Jesus, Joseph, and Mary!  Beth's goddam big mouth was 
going to get me in a tighter fix than I already was, if that 
was possible.  I tried to sputter out an excuse, but found 
myself, instead, defiant.  "What the hell did you expect?  A 
beautiful naked babe throws her pussy at me and I'm supposed 
to act like a eunuch?"  I thought about what I'd just said.  
"And what are you going to do to me about it?  Castrate me?"

	"Someone's going to, and very soon, you prick.  Oh, 
sorry, Jake.  Poor choice of words since you won't have one 
in a few hours!  Beth's been appropriately disciplined for 
her part in all of this."  Beth started weeping.  "And I'll 
deal with *you* later, at our 'little party' tonight."  She 
smiled a smile coated with ice.  "Right now you and I have 
some business to attend to, after which I'm joining the 
guests for cocktails."

	"You're gonna to be drinking booze before you help out 
on a very difficult surgery?"

	She walked over, put her arms around me, her head on my 
chest, and in mock sorrow said, "Oh Jake!  You know I just 
won't be able to stand to see you suffer like you're going 
to.  So I have to get some alcohol into my system just to 
get me through it all!"  She backed away and laughed a 
wicked laugh.

	"Did you and Smith have your little meeting about the 
painkillers?"

	"We certainly did, and you'll be very pleased to hear 
that he'd actually like for you to have some!"  She was 
smiling again.  "But what does he know?"  She looked at the 
clock, which was well past five.  "Time to get to work," she 
said.

	Bud and Ralphie had started speaking again, Bud finally 
having convinced him that it only happened in cartoons.  
They were sitting near the TV watching the Knowledge 
Channel.  Lisa walked over and said, "Why don't you two 
goons try to find your way to the kitchen and get Jake's 
dinner.  I left specific instructions on what he's allowed 
to have."  They got up and left quickly, apparently glad to 
get away from her.

	She turned back.  "Beth, take Jake into the bathroom, 
put him in the bathtub, and shave him.  Stomach to thighs, 
front and back.  Especially his cock and balls.  And don't 
cut them!  That happens later.  And Beth, if he as much as 
comes close to getting a hard-on while you are working on 
him you and I will have another 'session' back at my room."

	Beth's lower lip quivered and she picked up the 
container.  "Come on, Jake.  Let's get you ready." 

	She led me into the spacious bathroom, pulled off my 
robe, and started her preparation.  She turned to me, her 
eyes tearing, and said, "Jake why did you agree to this?  
I've seen what they do to them and it's horrible!  Even the 
ones I didn't like I felt sorry for.  Don't you realize what 
they're going to do to you?!  It can't be because you want 
to do it!"

	She was almost crying, and she clutched me to her.  I 
tried to explain, all the while trying to keep my soon-to-
be-gone cock under control.  "Beth, I did it for the money.  
I was down and out.  Smith sold it to me so good.  But at 
least I'm gonna be rich!"

	"Will your millions buy your dick back for you?" she 
cried.

	I didn't have the guts to tell her that million was no 
longer plural.  "But, Beth, I'll be able to do things I 
never was able to do before!"

	"Yeah, and not be able to do one *major* thing you once 
could!"  She continued, "What new and exciting things can 
you do with his money that would replace your cock?" she 
asked.

	Travel the world, perhaps?  I looked at her, and with 
my best dramatic voice said, "My dear, let's escape to the 
Riviera!"

	Beth squealed happily, "Jake!  You have a car waiting 
outside?!"

	I knew that my goodies were probably history, and I was 
very glad she only had a small role in the process.

	Lisa walked in and stood at the door, watching.  Beth 
ran some very warm water into the tub, and had me lie on my 
back while she splashed soapy water over my midsection and 
did her shaving.  It was an easy job for her because I 
didn't have much body hair, and what was there was fine.  
Lisa said, "Turn him over and get his ass, too.  No telling 
where we'll be cutting tonight.  On your knees and spread 
'em, Jake!"  Beth continued shaving the backs of my thighs 
and up my crack toward my asshole.  Lisa moved closer and 
caught the view.

	"Gee, Jake.  Looks like you're getting a 'roid back 
here!  Want us to cut it off tonight, too?  No extra 
charge!"  I didn't reply; I wasn't playing her game.  Beth 
rolled me over and c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y shaved my cock and 
balls.  No hard-on here!  Lisa had made a very persuasive 
case, to both Beth and me.  Bathtime was over.

	We went back into the room and they grabbed their gear 
and headed for the door.  About that time my private WWF tag 
team returned with what a person in a hospital ward might 
call a meal.  Lisa looked back at me, obviously enjoying 
herself.  "Really wish I could stay and socialize, 
sweetheart, but I have a very important cocktail party to 
attend and I've got to get fancied up!  Don't feel left out.  
We'll be back to get you about eight and get *you* all 
fancied up, too!  Bet you can't wait!"  She pulled Beth out 
the door.

	I could wait, and wouldn't mind being left out, either.  
The clock said six.  It was moving too fast.

	Six became eight very quickly.  The ladies returned, 
and *wow* did they did get fancied up!  Both were wearing 
white nurse's uniforms with the skirts barely below the ass.  
They wore hose with the garters showing below the skirts.  
Their boobs tried to spill over their low-cut tops.  Lisa 
looked stunning, and she had her long blond hair pinned up 
and wrapped around her head.  Undoubtedly to keep it out of 
the mess she was going to work on later.  She wore a little 
nurse's cap, probably to show her superior position.  Beth 
looked out of this world, like no earthly garments could 
keep her body parts restrained.  Under ordinary 
circumstances I'd have been glad to see them.  As it was, 
they scared me shitless.

	They pushed a little cart ahead of them this time, and 
it had all kinds of objects on it.  A cooler, bottles of 
liquids, syringes, and a very apparent enema bag and hose.  
Plus some clamps and restraints.  All the toys a girl could 
want, except for Lisa's vibrator!  Bud and Ralphie obviously 
knew the routine and hurriedly excused themselves to get 
some "fresh air".  I was alone with the two Nightingales who 
were presently taking my breath away, and very soon would be 
taking my privates away.

	"I met all of our guests and it's really quite an 
interesting group, Jake," said Lisa.  "You should be 
flattered so many wonderful people cared enough to witness 
this spectacle."

	I thought I'd keep talking and slow things down.  "So, 
you're telling me that every month or so about forty people 
have dinner and then watch some poor chump get his privates 
lopped off?"

	She looked impatient.  "There's no set schedule and 
it's not always the same people.  Plus, a male nullification 
is only one of various events that we feature.  Actually, 
it's one of the milder acts.  At least you agreed to be 
here!  Not all of them do.  And not all are men.  You should 
see what they do to the women!  Would make an interesting 
book!"

	"You're telling me that Smith does some kind of mass 
mailing advertising torture shows at his mysterious mansion 
in the woods?"

	She sighed and looked at the clock.  "He has a pool of 
several hundred *very* wealthy individuals to whom he sends 
information about these 'events'.  You wouldn't believe what 
they pay to attend!  Some are here regularly and there are 
those who have been to only one or two.  And he certainly 
does not send out a mass mailing.  He puts the information 
on the Internet.  You'd be amazed at how much weird and sick 
shit you can find on there!"

	"Really?"

	"And speaking of shit, it's time to get moving.  We've 
got to have you downstairs in less than an hour."  She 
grabbed the enema equipment and handed it to Beth.  "Go 
empty him out.  You'll find his asshole just south of your 
little friend."

	Beth almost blushed and led me to the bathroom.  
Decorum demands that I avoid the details of this procedure, 
but it was thorough and humiliating.  After the last 
remnants of Thursday night's Veal Marsala had been 
prematurely flushed from my system Lisa told me to shower, 
shave, and prim myself up like to stud that I was meant to 
be!  At least for the next couple of hours.  It was 8:15 and 
I was given twenty minutes.

	I took until 8:40, and I emerged looking my best for my 
"Saturday night date".  Doomsday was near, and I just wanted 
to survive this thing, collect my money, and get the hell as 
far away as I could.  

	Lisa was pissed.  "Nice timing, asshole.  Are you 
trying to fuck this thing up and not get paid?  Mr. Smith 
likes things to be on schedule and I've got to finish with 
you and get you on your way in twenty minutes."  I reached 
for my robe.  "Forget that," she hissed.  "You won't be 
needing any clothes for a while.  Get on the bed, ass side 
up.  Move!"  I did it.

	She then reached into the cooler and pulled out two 
syringes.  Two shots, one in each ass-cheek.  They hurt like 
fucking hell!  She explained what they were for: prevent 
puking, prevent bleeding, prevent shitting, prevent pissing.  
How was a guy to have a good time?

	"Roll over.  This is the fun part."  I rolled, but I 
didn't like this version of fun.  I remembered Monday's 
orientation session about the protocol for tonight.  Lisa 
brought out two more syringes and popped off the tops.  
Short, thin needles compared to the first two, but they 
still looked like stingers.

	"You've heard the routine, Jake.  Think you can hold 
still on your own, or shall I have the 'bruise brothers' 
come over and hold you down?"

	I told her I'd try it on my own, not wanting either of 
those clowns any closer than they had to be.  She went for 
my cock which, from appearances, was not too excited about 
being in on this.  She first placed a rubber band around the 
base, and then she stroked it and actually got some length 
to it.  She got Needle Number One and placed it against the 
right side of my shaft and pushed slightly.  I felt the 
pressure of the needle, and then she shoved it in.  Sting!  
She quickly injected the drug and then pulled the needle 
out.  It hurt alright, but amazingly not as bad as the shots 
in my ass.

	She reached for the second syringe.  "The second one is 
always worse," she said with a smile.  "This time you know 
what's coming!"

	She repeated the routine on the left side of my cock, 
and I got stung again.  Then she stroked me, up and down, as 
she looked at the clock.  "Fifteen minutes to make this 
work, Jake.  Then we all go party!"  She continued her 
stroking and, amazingly, my cock started growing, and 
growing fast!  She slid off the rubber band and continued.  
My cock grew from within, swelling and becoming as hard as 
it had ever been.  It was the most perfect hard-on I'd ever 
had, and it felt like the inside of it wanted to actually 
push through my skin!  It was pointing at the ceiling.  
Helping with its own destruction!

	The whole scene was not lost on Beth.  She giggled and 
reached over to grab it, but Lisa was not amused.  "Back 
off, Beth.  This is not your little friend.  It's your 
little friend on drugs!"

	She had me stand up, and my dick pointed perfectly 
horizontal, ready to cut diamonds or anything else that got 
in its way!  You could have hung a twenty pound weight from 
it, and it still would have pointed straight out!  "How long 
will it stay like this, " I asked in amazement.

	Lisa grinned. "For you, two or three hours.  For it, 
forever!"  Back to reality.  "Beth and I are going to head 
down.  It's almost nine, so you can come down in five 
minutes or so.  The Bobsey Twins here will escort you, but 
remember, Mr. Smith likes you to walk in without 
'assistance'.  See ya in a few!"  

	"Can I at least have something to take to help calm me 
down?"

	Lisa ran her hands across my chest.  "Baby, you look 
fine to me!  If you were any calmer you'd be no fun for our 
show!"  She tweaked my dick and turned with Beth to leave.  
Yeah, I was fine!  Standing there naked, half of my body 
shaved, and a dick like a howitzer.  Getting ready to walk 
downstairs, parade that way in front of those perverts, and 
then let them watch me get mutilated.  I might like to be 
able to calm down JUST A LITTLE BIT!!  I paced back and 
forth, my arms wrapped around me, superboner pointing 
straight out.  Bud and Ralphie stayed back from it like it 
was Darth Vader's light saber.  I started hyperventilating, 
thinking about what would be happening to me in just an 
hour.

	Ralphie spoke!  "Jeeze, Jake!  Don't be so upset.  
Think of all the hookers you can buy with the big bucks Mr. 
Smith is payin' ya tonight!"  They both laughed.

	I shot him a sideways glance.  "What happened when you 
went to the kitchen, Ralphie.  Did they give you a cram 
course in English so you can be a comedian too?"

	"No, Jake.  I already.... Hey....!  You're some kinda 
wise guy, right?  I heard about that."

	Bud spoke.  "Never mind him, Ralphie.  Let's see what 
kind of wise guy he is this time tomorrow when he's crawling 
around on his hands and knees lookin' for what happened to 
his dick!"  More laughter.

	I figured that the crowd waiting downstairs couldn't be 
any more rough than these two buffoons, so I suggested we 
head out.  Bud opened the door and motioned to the right, 
opposite the way I'd come in the week before.  I walked in 
that direction and they fell in behind me, one on either 
side.  I passed a number of doors, obviously to other rooms 
like mine, and eventually came to a staircase.  Bud 
indicated down, and down I went.  At the bottom was a foyer 
that had hallways leading off in several directions.  Bud 
motioned toward one and the parade continued.  This was more 
like a tunnel than a hallway in a residence.  It sloped 
slightly downward and had very subdued lighting.  We passed 
no doors or windows, and the walls were bare.

	It seemed a long walk, but not long enough because 
eventually I could hear noises coming from beyond a large 
doorway that seemed to mark the end of this labyrinth.  I 
heard voices, laughter, talking, the clinking of glasses, 
and the light sound of a piano.  The party was obviously in 
full progress just beyond.

	We stopped short of the door and Bud spoke.  "Keep him 
right here while I go check in with Mr. Smith.  Tries 
anything funny break his arm."  I tried nothing funny.

	Bud opened the door and entered.  The sounds I'd been 
hearing were suddenly amplified, and a rush of air from 
within hit me.  The fragrance of the party drifted towards 
me: food, smoke of various types, alcohol, and the heady 
scent of the people within.  

	The sounds of the gathering dropped almost instantly as 
Mr. Smith spoke:  "My dear friends.  I've been informed that 
our very special guest of honor has arrived and is ready to 
join us!  Please let me introduce Jake!"

	With that Bud opened the double doors while Ralphie 
pushed me forward.  There were people standing all around, 
and there was  light applause from the group.  The piano 
played some majestic-sounding music.

	I'd been nude in front of people before but I'd never 
felt more naked than I did then.  Their eyes were glued to 
me, and most likely to that part of me that pointed the way. 
When I'd been a dancer, in what seemed like a past life, the 
stares at me were erotic in nature.  These stares weren't as 
pleasant; they were looking at the objects of the upcoming 
dismemberment which, by the looks I caught on their faces, 
they were going to thoroughly enjoy.

	I darted my head around like a trapped animal, which I 
was!  The room was large -- larger than a basketball court, 
but the lighting was very subdued so it was difficult to 
tell its exact size.  Tables with small lights on them were 
placed all around the outside and I saw a bar at one end.  
Ralphie kept nudging me along and the guests followed us as 
I walked forward.  The section of floor where I was walking 
started to descend, kinda like a four-foot wide ramp 
dropping toward a lower area.  It was obviously the 
operating arena, and much easier to see because about 
fifteen feet directly over the center of it was a large bank 
of lights suspended from above.  Some of the lights were on, 
but it looked like a lot more were being saved for later.  
Nobody would miss seeing this show!

	The pit looked to be about twelve feet wide and perhaps 
eighteen feet in length.  It was recessed about four feet 
below the main floor level, and around the three remaining 
sides were an assortment of chairs and couches, obviously 
for the comfort of the guests while taking in the view.  The 
floor above overhung the pit, and I noticed several carts, 
disposal units, and other items being stored in the recess 
underneath the overhang.  In the middle, directly below the 
bank of lights, was my destination.  I stopped, and my 
"escorts" let me take it all in.  This is where it would all 
happen, and there was some talking and laughter from the 
guests above as I contemplated my fate.  The alarm on my 
face must have been obvious.

	The "operating table" was a cross between a recliner, a 
doctor's examination table, and a medieval torture device!  
It was about three feet wide and was apparently padded, 
although it was covered with sheets.  It was flat, had no 
arms, and was about waist high, putting its surface about a 
foot below the main floor level.  It rose to where my head 
would rest so that my upper body would be elevated to where 
I could have a direct view of the activity around my crotch.  
It flattened out at a point where my butt would apparently 
rest, and then abruptly stopped, except for two continuing 
sections at both lower edges to obviously hold my legs.  
Catching my attention the most were the leather straps that 
appeared to be flopped all over the place.

	Since my attention was riveted to the table I hadn't 
noticed the three figures standing at the far end of the 
pit.  The doctor, Nurse Lisa, and Beth walked toward me.

	Lisa smiled.  "Welcome to our operating arena, Jake.  
And don't forget the 'voluntary' part.  Let's keep it 
moving!"

	I took this as a signal to get on the table on my own.  
I looked around.  Many of the guests had gathered on the 
main level to watch and were occupying that space.  Bud and 
Ralphie stood behind me, blocking my access to the ramp.  
There was no place to run!  I got onto the table.  More 
polite applause from the crowd.

	Bud and Ralphie were on me immediately.  They placed my 
arms at my sides and started to tightly buckle the four-inch 
leather straps around me.  One across my chest, another 
across my lower abdomen just above my pubic bone, one on 
each upper thigh, and another around each calf.  My arms 
were completely secured by the two upper straps, which held 
them tight against my body, but for good measure they tied 
down each wrist with smaller straps through an opening in 
the table.  They arranged the sheets back into place and 
backed away.  I tried to move, but couldn't.  I was 
completely immobile!  My hard cock bobbed with my pulse, 
like it was waving to the crowd watching above.

	Mr. Smith walked up, beaming, obviously quite pleased 
at the way things were going.  He was still wearing black 
and white, but this time a tuxedo.  "Welcome to my operating 
arena, Jake!  Like I mentioned, it was designed to give my 
guests, shall we say, an intimate and close view of the 
proceedings, while allowing our medical staff an ample 
workspace.  In a couple of minutes we'll allow the guests to 
venture down and get to know you on a more 'personal' basis.  
Be nice to them, Jake!"  It was a warning.  He then wandered 
back to talk to the three executioners.

	From behind me people came down the ramp to view their 
victim.  Since the pit had size limitations they couldn't 
all come down at once, so they came in small groups.  The 
variety of the guests was again evident as I saw a parade 
ranging from the eloquent to the bizarre.  A couple in 
formal dress was followed by a lady wearing only high heels, 
thigh-high hose, and a very small leather vest.  Many guests 
had various piercings and tattoos.  Leather seemed to be a 
popular dress item.  

	Two beautiful ladies, obviously very much in love and 
dressed in skin-tight leather, stopped by to check me out.  
The older one, clearly in charge, said, as she felt my 
goods, "I'm Kira and this is Sash!"  No Smith or Jones types 
here!  "We have some very interesting parties at our place, 
too.  Now that you're going to get rid of this baggage" -- 
she squeezed hard -- "you can come by and play with us and 
our friends.  I think our lady friends would find you very 
amusing!  We can strip you naked and have you serve us 
drinks.  Trouble is, we wouldn't know whether to call you 
our waiter or our waitress!"  They laughed, and the younger 
one reached for my cock.  The older one smacked her hand 
away.  "That's nothing you'd be interested in!  And when you 
see how easily it comes off you'll be very glad you don't 
have anything like it!"  

	They went on and were replaced by a lady who, despite 
being probably in her forties, was very well preserved.  And 
she looked great dressed in her slinky party dress!  She 
reached for my cock and stroked it gently.  "I'd like one," 
she said following up on the previous comment.  "I always 
wanted to have a cock.  A serious case of penis envy, I 
guess you'd say.  But since I wasn't born with one I guess 
I'll have to do the next best thing -- buy one!  This is for 
sale, isn't it?"

	I looked at her seriously.  "Sure it is.  They wrote 
the price on it with a marker, but it must've worn off, what 
with everybody stroking it."

	From a few feet away Mr. Smith looked at me, arched his 
eyebrows, and shook his head.  The guest continued, "That's 
cute, Jake.  I like a person with a sense of humor, and that 
means your cock has a sense of humor, too.  I'm *going* to 
buy it and take it home with me!  My name is Melissa, and 
it's going to be a pleasure to own this cock!  It's probably 
been a pleasure for you to have had it, too."

	After a few more visitors a couple came up consisting 
of an obviously wealthy man ready for Social Security 
accompanied by a bimbo still working on her high school 
diploma.  From listening to her talk it was evident that she 
made Beth look like a rocket scientist!  Smith walked over 
to us.  I looked at him and said, "My God!  Don't you at 
least make them show a driver's license before letting them 
into these things?"

	"Walter is an old and dependable friend, and I trust 
him completely regarding the legality of his companions." 

	The girl held my cock, ever at full hardness, and 
asked, "Gee Mister!  Why're ya gonna let them cut your 
'thing' off?" 

	I replied with dead seriousness: "For medical reasons.  
You see, I have a very serious illness."  She let go of my 
dick like it was contaminated and backed away with a 
stricken look on her face.  She held her hand away from her.

	"What illness," she squeaked.

	"I was sick of being poor,"  I replied.

	Mr. Smith cleared his throat and escorted Walter and 
his junior miss back toward the ramp.  A second later he was 
back, in my face.  "One more and I just may throw all the 
painkillers out."  He was pissed.

	"Sorry," I said.  "I guess it was my attempt at gallows 
humor."

	He relaxed.  "I think that guillotine humor would be a 
more precise phrase under the circumstances!"  He smiled at 
his humor and said, "I think it's time for me to introduce 
you to one of our guests who might just tone you down a few 
notches.  I'll return shortly."

	He walked back toward the ramp.  The crowd continued 
its tour, but started to thin somewhat.  Most of those who 
wanted one had gotten a free feel.  I'd received many 
diverse comments.  Some were taunting, some consoling, and 
some inquisitive.  A fact that I did learn was that during 
my surgery many of the women planned to have orgasms, either 
on their own or with a combination of partners and/or 
devices.  Apparently it was a sport at these affairs to come 
at precisely the moment a particular body part was removed.  
I guess timing *is* everything!

	From behind me I heard Smith's voice.  "Oh Jake!  
There's someone I'd like to reunite you with."  He walked up 
to the side of the table with his arm around a beautiful 
woman.  My eyes grew wide.  She was five foot eight, light 
brown hair down around her shoulders and back, streaked with 
the California sun.  Measurements of 35-25-36.  Weight 124.  
Slender and beautiful legs.  And a face of pure joy and 
delight.  He didn't have to tell me these things; I knew 
them from memory.

	They stood beside me, Mr. Smith with this golden beauty 
at his side, taking it all in.  Smith had a sly grin on his 
face.  Her eyes met mine, burning, while he said, "Jake let 
me reintroduce you to---"

	---Grace.  Oh My God It Was Grace!  She had been my one 
temptation toward a normal life, an eternity ago.  We met, 
what, six or seven years ago?  She was from the center of 
the country as was I, and followed the sun to California for 
the same reasons that I did.  We met at a casting call, two 
pretty people lost in a crowd of pretty people, learning the 
hard lessons of show business.  After the bad news 
inevitably came we had dinner and helped each other deal 
with our disappointment.  She was absolutely the most 
beautiful and marvelous person I had ever been with.  She 
was on one hand sexy and seductive, while on the other 
projecting an air of total innocence and purity.

	Considering my character, my first and most immediate 
goal was to get her into the sack.  Also, considering my 
character, it was amazing that I hung around for the two 
months that it took me to get her there!  When it finally 
did happen it was phenomenal!  She was the first female I 
had ever been with who made love rather than fucked.  And so 
we intertwined our lives, living and loving, making love, 
and helping each other deal with the disappointments that we 
constantly encountered trying to find our break.

	Grace finally gave up.  She had offers from the porn 
movies and skin magazines, but she wouldn't even consider 
them.  Eventually she understood that she was not going to 
be the screen's hottest new actress, and she changed course 
with her life.  She got a job as a receptionist in a 
doctor's office during the day and went to school at night 
to learn medical technology.  Upon graduating she got a job 
in a clinic which paid her a very nice income.  Lucky for 
me.  I was still striking out at casting calls, and waiting 
tables, like I said, didn't agree with me.  We lived on her 
paycheck, but not together.  

	At this point we'd been an item for about a year.  Oh, 
I banged other chicks on occasion, but that didn't count 
because it was all just physical.  Grace was working her new 
job and I was busy striking out at anything I tried.  It 
really seemed silly to me that we had separate places to 
live.  Her check would go much further if we only had one 
rent payment to make, so I suggested that we move in 
together.  That's when the "M" word first came up.  Grace 
said she'd move in alright, but only as Mrs. Jake!  I tried 
to reason with her, but she kept getting back to the wedding 
thing.  So finally I agreed, just to humor her and keep the 
good times coming.  As with other choices I've made, setting 
a date down the road seemed a long way off and of no 
immediate concern.

	However, as the wedding approached I realized that she 
was really serious about this thing!  What tipped me off was 
when she sent invitations to about a hundred people, 
including her friends and co-workers, rented a chapel, and 
paid for her mother and sister to fly in from Omaha to be 
there for the event.  

	It finally got to be The Big Day and I realized I was 
headed for trouble.  Being with Grace was good.  The sex was 
good.  But having my independence and being able to bop 
strange chicks whenever I wanted was good, too.  Besides, 
Grace had been on my ass about getting a real job and giving 
up on the show biz thing.  Sometimes she could be a real 
pain in the ass!  I awoke at nine that day and was supposed 
to be at the chapel at one.  I pondered the whole marriage 
scene and made my decision.  I did what any self-respecting, 
independent male would do under the circumstances.  I got 
the hell out of Dodge!

	It didn't take long for me to pack my meager belongings 
into the back of my old Ford, and to turn my key into my 
landlord.  I had a little money in the bank and pulled it 
out.  Grace had put back some cash in an envelope that she 
left with me so we could take a little honeymoon, and I 
grabbed that too.  By noon I was on I-5 headed south.  I was 
well into Baja by late afternoon.  I never saw Grace again.  
Until now.

	I stayed in Mexico for several months.  The money ran 
out, so I supported myself by tending bar and hustling 
tourists.  The local senoritas thought I was fine, too.  But 
I finally got tired of that scene and wanted to recapture my 
place in the film industry.  So I crept back to L.A.  Surely 
Grace had forgotten about me by then!  I found a dingy room 
and worked my way into gay porn and nude dancing---

	Grace leaned forward and rested her forearms by my 
shoulders.  Her face was inches from mine.  Her eyes misted 
and she said, "I remember you, Jake.  Do you remember me?"

	"I remember you, Grace."  I could barely speak.  It was 
then that I noticed the difference.  Grace looked the same 
as she had those years before.  Except for her eyes.  The 
innocence was gone, replaced by a worldliness that hadn't 
been there before.

	The mist in her eyes turned to tears, and they soon 
streaked down her face.  "Why, Jake?  God, please tell me 
why!  I waited for you that day.  My friends and family were 
all there.  We all waited!  We thought something horrible 
had happened to you!  Then someone called your place and 
talked to the landlord.  That's when we knew.  You didn't 
even have the decency to call me and tell me that you were 
ditching me.  Not even a good-by note, after all we'd been 
through!  Jake, I loved you!"  Her tears fell copiously now.

	Mist started forming in my own eyes.  I looked at Mr. 
Smith and managed to mutter, "Where...?"

	He smiled an evil smile. "The background check, Jake!  
You said you thought it was like a credit card application, 
and it was.  We stumbled across Grace through some of the 
references you provided, and we thought her presence would 
add an interesting bit of drama to tonight's proceedings!  
And it appears it has!  She's here as my personal guest, at 
no cost to herself."

	Grace had gotten off of me and wiped away her tears.  
She regained her composure quickly.  "Look at you, Jake!  
Lying here strapped naked in front of all these people, 
waiting to have your 'manhood' sliced off.  Not that you 
apparently ever had any!  Do you know how many times I've 
dreamed of cutting your balls off?  God, Jake, I've wanted 
to hurt you so bad.  Like you hurt me!  You ripped my heart 
out, and now I get to watch part of you get ripped out.  And 
I've been saving something for you!  For all these years.  
And I understand that if I don't give it to you soon I'll 
never be able to!"

	"What could you possibly have for me..."

	BAM!!  Grace gave me a full roundhouse sucker-punch in 
the balls that even Mike Tyson would be proud of.  I gasped 
for air as some guests who had been watching this whole 
exchange cheered.  The medication that I'd taken to prevent 
puking, shitting, and pissing obviously worked because I 
would have been doing them all at that point.  It was more 
pain than I'd ever felt.

	Grace pulled her arm back to give me round two, and Mr. 
Smith stepped in and gently grabbed her.  "Grace, Grace, 
Grace.  We all understand and agree with how you feel, but 
those aren't really Jake's testicles now.  They belong to 
me, and soon they'll belong to someone else.  So we can't 
let them get damaged.  Don't worry, Jake will suffer 
greatly, and soon!  I'll tell you what.  Let's bring down a 
bar stool for you, and you can sit right behind the doctor 
and have an up-close view of his suffering!"

	She thanked him and gave me venomous look as she walked 
away.  Mr. Smith then told the others still standing in the 
arena that it was time to join everyone on the main level so 
the auction could begin.  After the area was clear the 
medical team started getting ready for the main event.  I 
could hear bits and pieces of the auction going on from up 
above, but I was more concerned with what was happening 
around me.  My balls still throbbed with pain from Grace's 
"gift".

	Lisa opened a panel and flipped several switches.  The 
remaining lights in the bank above came on, and the arena 
was flooded with bright light.  At this point I had a clear 
view of the front end, which I was facing, and saw several 
carts, a small refrigerator, and a stainless steel sink 
tucked under the overhang.  Beth wheeled one of the carts to 
the side of me.  It was piled high with towels of various 
sizes, rolls of tape, and lots and lots of gauze pads.  
Obviously some blood was going to be spilled.  Mine!

	Lisa followed with a second cart and wheeled it in next 
to the first.  On one end were metal trays covered with 
towels.  On the other end were laboratory jars of various 
sizes filled with a clear liquid.  Also there were plastic 
bottles that I assumed were filled with substances that were 
alcohol, antiseptics, and other wonders of modern chemistry.  
There also were items stashed on a lower shelves of the 
cart, but I couldn't make out what they were.

	Lisa then came around and stood at the end of the table 
I was on, just by my feet.  When I had been first strapped 
down my legs opened slightly, but comfortably.  What I 
didn't realize was that these leg extensions were 
adjustable.  "Time to be a good date and spread your legs!" 
she said.

	With that she started to push my legs apart, and I 
heard a "clank-clank-clank" as some mechanism locked to keep 
me from pulling them back together.  When she was done I was 
spread wider than a hooker at a sales convention.  She 
pulled up a stool on rollers -- the kind doctors use to roll 
around on during exams -- and wheeled herself up to my open 
crotch.  "Perfect height and view", she commented.  She 
stroked my still raging cock and said, "It won't be much 
longer, Jake.  We're all ready to get started.  We're way 
behind schedule, but at this point even Mr. Smith doesn't 
mind.  Everyone is having a great time tonight."  Oh, I 
could name one holdout!  She left and joined Beth and the 
doctor at the front of the pit.

	The crowd had started to drift back in, taking seats 
around the arena.  Lisa came back, pushing a mirror on a 
stand and positioned it to the right rear of where the 
doctor would be sitting.  After making a few adjustments I 
had a perfect view.  More than I wanted to see!  There were 
two video cameras off to the side.  One was aimed at my face 
and the other at my crotch.  Bud came in carrying a stool 
for Grace to sit on, and placed it to the left rear of the 
doctor's spot.  Only a few feet away from me!  

	Just at that time Grace walked in and came up to me.  
She tried to keep her voice measured, but I could sense the 
loathing.  "You know that they auctioned parts of you off up 
there, Jake?"  She rubbed my widely spread crotch and felt 
my badly bruised balls.  I tried to recoil, but it's tough 
to recoil when you're strapped down and can't move a muscle.  
"You wouldn't believe what kind of money they were throwing 
around, for worthless shit like this."  She was holding my 
cock now, and without my permission!  "I don't have much 
money, and could never compete with those prices.  But guess 
what!  Mr. Smith said that when they put the remains of your 
miserable crotch back together they have to chop and slice 
away some skin and muscle to do it right.  So there'll be 
some 'chopped meat' left over.  They usually dispose of it, 
but he said he'd package it up and give it to me to take 
home."

	I looked at her with disbelief in my eyes.  She 
wouldn't!  Not Grace!  She never even liked hamburger!!

	"Remember my little cat, Fluffy?  You always hated her, 
Jake.  You were mean to her, kicked her, and threw her off 
when she tried to snuggle on your lap.  Well, tomorrow 
Fluffy is going to have a gourmet banquet of freshly chopped 
meat.  A Jakeburger!  And by Tuesday what is left of your 
worthless cock will be buried in Fluffy's litter box."  She 
patted me on the leg and took her seat, her eyes burning 
into mine.

	Beth came up to me with a bottle of liquid and a cloth.  
"Time to wash you off with an antiseptic so you'll be nice 
and clean and not get infected!" she said. She squirted a 
clear, chemical-smelling liquid onto me, and then washed me.  
She next grabbed a white towel and said, "Let's get this 
towel up around your butt to catch as much of the blood as 
we can."  She shoved it around me as far as she could, 
considering that my butt and legs were strapped down 
tightly.  "We're about ready to start, so get ready, Jake," 
she chirped brightly, and headed to the sink , where Lisa 
and the doctor already were.  I heard water running, and 
they appeared to be washing up.

	Up above I heard Mr. Smith tell any stragglers that the 
first part of the program was about to begin.  The chairs 
filled rapidly, and Mr. Smith sat in a lounger just to my 
left.  It became very quiet, and the only sounds to be heard 
were the footsteps of the medical crew walking back to me.  
And my heavy breathing.  Lisa and Beth still had their white 
outfits on, and had put on surgical masks.  The doctor wore 
green surgery scrubs, including a head wrap, and he also 
wore a mask.  They all wore latex gloves.  They looked 
deadly!

	Beth stood at my left and immediately grabbed my cock 
and held it back.  Lisa was at my right and positioned near 
the carts.  The doctor wheeled up to my crotch on his stool; 
he had perfect access to my goodies.  He nodded at Lisa and 
she uncovered two of the metal trays.  The first held a 
variety of pre-filled syringes with caps of different 
colors.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  Painkillers!  The 
second tray really got my attention.  When she took the 
towel off it revealed a myriad of surgery devices.  There 
were scissors of different sizes and shapes, clamps, and 
some items I didn't recognize.  What I did recognize were 
the scalpels.  They were the most menacing and evil-looking 
objects I'd ever seen.  Sharper than the sharpest of razors!  
Lisa arranged them on the tray and gave me a wink.

	Beth got a green surgical sheet and covered my chest 
and stomach.  I was bare below that, and my legs remained 
widely spread.  I started to hyperventilate again and also 
shaking.  Jesus God, this thing was really going down!  The 
doctor said, "Jake, you've got to calm yourself!  Lisa give 
him the painkiller so we can get things moving."  

	She put on a mock pout. "Do I have to?" she asked.  She 
reached toward the syringes, grabbed three, popped the tops, 
and headed towards my sac.

	"Four," I gasped.  "You said there would be four!"

	"I managed to get all the medication you need into 
three," she said with a smile.  She proceeded to make the 
first injection at the side of my bag.

	"Lisa, please don't hurt me," I pleaded.

	She completed the remaining injections.  They hurt like 
hell!  "Do I hear you begging, Jake?"

	"Call it anything you want.  Please don't do this.  
Don't hurt me!"

	"It's a little late, Jake.  You made the decision to be 
here *and* the decision regarding painkiller.  I told you, 
there's nothing we can do at this point about your choices."  
She turned to the doctor.  "Give him a few minutes and it'll 
be OK to start cutting."

	The doctor said, "I can go ahead and draw the incision 
lines."  He reached under the cart and grabbed a thin-tipped 
marker.  "With the new plan I'll need to leave much more of 
the scrotum for later."

	"What new plan?" I asked with alarm.

	"Don't worry about it," said Lisa.  It's just some 
medical mumbo-jumbo."  I did worry about it, but the 
activity around my bag diverted my attention.  Beth held my 
cock all the way back while the doctor drew some lines from 
the bottom base down toward my asshole.  Looked like he was 
leaving *much* more scrotum, but that was OK.  Leave as much 
of me as you want!

	As he made his lines it appeared that my bag and balls 
were getting somewhat numb.  At least she used some 
medication!  But I could still somewhat feel the tip of the 
pen and the feel of the doctor manipulating things.  He 
completed his drawing, put away the pen, and said, "Now we 
can get down to business."  He reached for the ugliest, most 
dangerous looking knife I had ever seen or imagined.  He 
took the blunt end and pressed it against my bag.  "Can you 
feel this?"

	I jumped.  At least as much as one can jump when 
strapped down.  "Goddam right I can feel that!"

	"Well Jake, I'll give it another minute or so, but we 
explained to you that you'd retain some sensation down here 
even with the painkiller."  Lisa's face lit up behind her 
mask.

	We waited, but it didn't seem like a minute had passed 
when he spoke again.  "OK Jake, I'm going to get started.  
Please try to control your shaking, and calm down.  Even 
though you're restrained you can move a little, and that 
only makes my job harder.  And when that happens it could 
cause me to make deeper or unintended cuts.  No sense 
cutting more than I have to."

	He took his wicked scalpel and aimed the tip at the 
place where his line ended at the top of my bag, just below 
my cock.  He held out my bag, so it was taut, and then he 
struck, easily carving a half-inch slice into the right side 
of it.  Instantly I was seized by searing white-hot pain.  
Blood oozed from the opening, and Lisa mopped it up with 
some gauze padding, and then sprayed on some solution which 
burned like hell but seemed to slow the bleeding.  No one in 
the pit spoke, but there was talking, laughter, and even 
some applause from above.  It had started.   

	The doctor casually placed the scalpel on the tray and 
picked up some surgical scissors with an angled head.  He 
opened them, placed the lower part of the jaw into the 
incision, and started cutting down along the line he'd 
drawn.  More burning, excruciating pain.  I thrust my head 
back against the pad, and thrashed it back and forth with my 
eyes closed.  "Keep your eyes open, Jake!" said Mr. Smith 
from not far above me.  "Doctor, don't go any further until 
he watches what's happening."

	I could feel the scissors slowly being pulled out of 
me, and that alone was painful.  All eyes watched me.  I got 
my heaving chest under control and tried to calm down.  I 
looked down, past my still-hard cock that Beth held back, 
and saw a raw gash of several inches running down the right 
side of my bag.  There was more bleeding, and Lisa mopped 
again with her stinging solution to get it stopped.  Her 
simply touching me caused fierce pain.  "Jeeze, Jake.  This 
is the mild part!  What are you going to act like when 
things get tough?" she said.  I looked to the left of the 
doctor and recalled that Grace was just behind him, taking 
it all in.  The look on her face told how much she was 
enjoying herself.

	"Keep watching, Jake, and we can get this part over 
with," said the doctor.  He reinserted the scissors into me 
and cut another inch or two.  I tried to ignore the agony, 
and he stated that was enough for the first cut.  On to the 
other side.  The scalpel came back out and a slice was made 
at the top of the left line.  More searing pain.  He had to 
let my balls dangle so that the unsevered bottom of my bag 
could support them.  This is when Murphey's Law took over.

	When the doctor put pressure on the upper left side to 
make his cut my right ball popped our of the right incision, 
like it was trying to escape.  Now it *really* dangled, 
falling along my thigh supported only by the red cord of 
veins, nerves, vas, and muscle attached to it.  I felt like 
a truck had driven into my balls!  I let out a scream that 
drew laughter from the crowd and a broad smile from Grace.  
"Oops!" said the doctor.

	I hate it when a doctor says "oops" during my surgery.

	Lisa immediately grabbed it, which just about doubled 
my misery.  There was more bleeding, and the white towel 
below me was slashed with red streaks.  The doctor had to 
continue his cutting, Lisa had to assist him and work on the 
bleeding, and so it was left for Beth to hold my right nut 
until my bag was removed.  Had I not been in such misery I 
would have been really nervous about her having this much 
responsibility!

	The doctor sliced along the left line he'd drawn and 
quickly had me severed except for the very top and bottom.  
He clamped the top with a surgical clamp, just below the 
underside of my cock, and Lisa held it.  He quickly snip-
snip-snipped my skin and had the top severed.  The little 
platform to support my balls once the bag was gone was put 
between my legs.  He moved to the bottom of my mostly-
severed bag and supported my left ball with his left hand 
while he cut my skin with his scissors.  He took my right 
ball from Beth and placed it on the platform, and then 
rested my left ball, still inside the severed bag, next to 
it.  Slowly he slid my bag away and handed it to Lisa.  My 
balls, connected to me only by the red strands, were on full 
display.  The pain was unbearable and I strained against the 
leather restraints.  I wanted to puke.

	Lisa uncovered a tray filled with needles, various 
sizes of thread, clamps, pins, and other devices I didn't 
recognize.  The doctor was working on the cords with Lisa's 
assistance, shooting jolts of pain into me.  I watched but 
didn't see; my mind was reeling, consumed with the reality 
that I was experiencing my last few moments as a complete 
male.  After a few minutes I heard Lisa say, "Ready over 
here."

	"Go ahead and do the honors," said the doctor.  "It's 
pretty basic now."

	Lisa beamed at me while she grabbed my right nut with 
her left hand and the scissors with her right.  I watched in 
terror as she lifted my ball and placed the jaws of the 
scissors around the cord, just below where the doctor had 
tied things off.

	Snip!

	The guests let out a cheer as she brought the severed 
organ close to her and inspected it.  She then dropped it 
into the same clear jar where my severed bag lazily floated.  
I turned my head to avoid this repulsive view and saw the 
only thing that could have been worse:  Grace was standing 
by her stool and was putting on a pair of latex gloves.

	"One down and one to go," said the doctor.  "Lisa, I 
understand you've been talking to Grace."

	"Since she works in the medical field I thought it 
would be nice to give her some surgery experience!"

	Grace walked up to my left and stood beside Beth.  Her 
gloves were on and she reached for my last ball.  She 
grabbed it roughly, squeezed it, and pulled it away from me, 
stretching the cord to the max.  The physical pain was 
brutal, but nothing compared to my mental anguish.  I heard 
moans from several women above me and realized that they 
were really getting off on this.

	Lisa handed her the scissors, and Grace continued to 
torture my one remaining ball.  "Maybe dreams do come true," 
she said with a smirk.  She pulled on my ball until the cord 
was fully stretched.  I thought I'd pass out from the 
unmerciful pain.  "My God, you're killing me," I groaned 
without thinking who I was talking to.

	She gave me a deadly look while squeezing, pulling, and 
twisting it that much more.  "Good," she said quietly.  She 
the made a production of lining up the scissors to the cord 
at the right spot, and then she very slowly cut through it.  
A second snip and I was officially a eunuch.

	Grace examined the orphaned gland and then held it 
toward me.  "You should give it a kiss good-by, Jake!  I 
know from personal experience that the two of you've been 
through some fun times together."  I tried to turn my head 
away but she grabbed my hair with her left hand while 
shoving the severed gonad against my mouth with the other.  
I finally kissed it, just to get her to back off, which she 
finally did.  More laughter and cheers from the guests.  
Grace handed the severed gland to Lisa, who plopped it in 
the same glass jar.

	"That's saline, not alcohol, Jake," said Lisa.  "The 
Randolphs are having you for dinner for their anniversary on 
Monday.  Alcohol would make the balls taste bitter.  And, it 
might lift your spirits to know that they plan to serve 
white wine!"

	Whoopee, I thought.  

	Grace discarded her gloves and returned to her stool, 
examining my bloody crotch with a look of amusement.  During 
the time she had been torturing and humiliating me the 
doctor was closing up the remains of my mangled bag.  He 
basically used clamps to hold the skin together for the time 
being.  He said he'd be more thorough at the very end, 
whatever that meant.

	Mr. Smith announced to the crowd that, since we were so 
far behind schedule, the "intermission" would be brief and 
that the finale would begin in fifteen minutes.  A quarter-
hour left for my still-hard cock, still bobbing with my 
pulse, oblivious to its pending extinction.  At that point 
all I wanted to do was get it over with and get the hell 
away from there.

	Suddenly Mr. Smith walked up with his arm around 
Melissa.  Her gaze was fixed on my cock, and the glow in her 
eyes told me where its home was going to be in an hour or 
so.  She said, "God, it's beautiful!  My very own cock!  
It's like a dream come true!"

	"Melissa is the proud new owner of your cock, Jake.  I 
told her that we'd have it fully in her possession soon, 
however she's so excited she wanted to see it again before 
removal."

	She went on: "It's so lovely.  I'll never let it out of 
my possession!"

	"That's the way it's been for me.  Worked quite well, 
until now," I replied.

	She continued her grasp on it.  "And it's worth every 
penny of the three million dollars I gave for it!"

	I shot Smith a look that sent an obvious message of how 
pissed I was that I only got two million, less expenses, and 
here he was getting three.

	He smiled.  "Capitalism, Jake.  Buy low, sell high!"

	He escorted Melissa back to the ramp behind me.  I was 
surprised she didn't want to tie a line to it so she could 
reel it in after the final cut!  The crowd started to filter 
back to their seats, the medical crew washed up again, and 
Grace wandered back to her perch.  Beth stood beside me and 
carefully washed my cock with more antiseptic, mindful of 
the wound that once was my bag and balls.  The sensation was 
pleasant.  For one last time.  She also put a clean towel 
under my butt, since the old one looked more red than white.

	Lisa wheeled up another cart and uncovered several 
trays.  More scalpels, surgical devices, and a mean-looking 
apparatus with a band of plastic cord sticking out of it.  
She set out six syringes and started injecting me, 
thankfully at the same locations that had been mentioned at 
our earlier meeting.  Gradually I started going numb, and it 
was like my cock was fading away.  Eventually I felt 
nothing.  My cock was gone, and all that remained was its 
physical removal.

	The medical crew was back in place.  The doctor opened 
the clamp holding the shreds of my bag together just below 
the underside of my cock, exposing my shaft's descent into 
my body.  Blood oozed, and Lisa wiped it up and applied more 
of the solution, hurting me like hell.  Beth was holding my 
hopefully-numb cock.  The doctor nodded, scalpel in hand, 
and she pulled it forward toward my thighs.  Effortlessly he 
sliced around the top base, like cutting through butter.  
All skin attaching my cock to my body was now severed.  
There was pain, but it seemed distant.  I bled more than I 
expected, and Lisa moved in.  More chemical wash and gauze 
packs.  We waited for the flow to stop.

	After a couple of minutes the doctor spoke.  "Jake, our 
next step is to cut the ligaments that hold the penis erect, 
and I'm not going to kid you.  There's not a great blood 
flow in ligaments but there are a lot of nerves.  We can't 
get the painkiller completely into them and this next part 
will hurt.  Let's do it fast and get it over with."

	He reached for another pair of angled scissors and Beth 
pulled my cock forward again.  The severed skin parted and, 
with horror, I could see the three red ligaments that held 
the base to my body.  He inserted the scissors into the 
opening and quickly snipped the top ligament.  It was a 
lightening bolt of pain, and it felt like a giant rubberband 
snapped inside me.  I threw my head back and closed my eyes 
again.  Before Mr. Smith could say anything he quickly 
snipped each of the side ligaments, giving me the same 
torment each time.

	Mr. Smith told me to get watching, and I did.  Since I 
was obviously maimed beyond repair I just wanted it over 
with quickly.  The doctor pulled forward on my cock, which 
to my amazement was still hard.  I felt a dull ache and 
thought I heard a slight slurping sound as I watched it slip 
forward and down.  He stopped when he had pulled out about 
an inch, and it lay on the table between my legs, a 
grotesque section of red muscle extending into me beyond 
where my skin was severed.  Had I been standing my cock 
would have hung straight down.

	The doctor reached for the device with the plastic band 
extending from it.  He placed the band around my red meat at 
about an inch from where it entered my body.  The band 
exited the device threaded through a bead about the size of 
a marble.  After circling my cock he threaded the band back 
through the bead and into the machine.  Then he cranked a 
lever on the side of it and drew the band tight until it was 
so constricted it cut off all circulation.  There was 
distant pain and a definite feeling of pressure.  He snapped 
something on the device and the band was cut free, circling 
my cock and held tight by the bead.

	He looked at Lisa and said, "The change of plans means 
I need to have a little more stump to work with later.  
Hopefully Melissa won't miss a half-inch."

	I started to again ask about the "change of plans" but 
was distracted by a second band being put around my cock, 
one inch higher of the first.  The tightening was repeated 
and now there were two bands constricting my cock, which was 
rapidly turning a reddish purple.

	"Beth, hold it straight up," said the doctor.  "We'll 
do the right side first."  She pulled it back straight up, 
and it did seem longer.

	The doctor took a scalpel, and with the blunt side 
pressed around on the side of my cock until he seemed to be 
satisfied with the location.  He turned it to the sharp side 
and quickly made a slice, bringing more burning pain, but 
still distant.  Blood spurted out and sprayed Lisa's white 
dress.  I had a look of shock on my face.  Lisa looked a 
little shocked herself, but quickly grabbed gauze and her 
chemical to get the bleeding under control.

	The doctor chuckled.  "Wow, Jake!  That's a real boner!  
Lots of blood under lots of pressure.  We'll get it stopped 
once this small section of the corpora drains.  The bands 
keep the blood from flowing in or out.  You won't bleed to 
death."  Yeah, but at that point I wanted to.

	The first side seemed like it had drained, and I looked 
down at the gaping slash up the side of my cock.  They moved 
over to the left side and this time Lisa held up a towel.  
Another slash, with the same results.  Blood splattered the 
towel and then pumped out of me.  This, too, eventually 
stopped and Lisa mopped up.  My cock was severed about 
three-fourths of the way around and really needed Beth's 
help now.  The main part of it remained rigid and purple 
because the blood in it was forever trapped by the forward 
tourniquet.  The lower band kept blood and piss trapped in 
my body.  The area between the bands no longer functioned, 
and it was obvious that the main part would topple like a 
felled tree if she let go.

	The doctor then grabbed the ugliest scalpel I'd seen 
yet.  It looked like a bayonet, oblong and about two inches 
in length, rounded tip, and  razor sharp all the way around.  
He inserted it into one of the cuts and pushed it through 
the center of my cock, sawing back and forth until the end 
poked from the slash on the other side.  Without a word he 
sawed downward until he sliced through the bottom, severing 
my urethra and the tissue surrounding it.  My cock was 
attached only by a thin sheath of muscles running along its 
top.

	The blood flowed again and the pain was closer now.  I 
let out a groan, but at this point my mind was retreating 
inside itself.  Maybe the horror of what I was seeing and 
feeling prevented me from really realizing it was actually 
me that I was watching.  But as Lisa blotted up the blood 
and applied the burning chemical to make bleeding stop I 
really knew that my cock would be completely gone within 
minutes.  The shock of that reality totally preoccupied me, 
and even Grace's constant smirk and the sexual groans of 
some of the guests above had little effect on me.  Lisa had 
Beth bend my cock open, like it was on a hinge, while she 
packed some gauze pads into the cut to soak up the blood.  
The bleeding had mostly stopped, and there was only one more 
step to go.

	Behind me I heard Mr. Smith's smooth voice approaching, 
intermixed with Melissa's gushings!  He said, "Just step up 
and hold the end, and the doctor will slice it completely 
off for you."

	She walked up, grabbed it from Beth, and bent it so 
that the wound was open.  Lisa used tongs to pull away the 
blood-soaked pads.  The doctor took his scissors, and with 
one loud snip completed the act.  Melissa held my severed 
cock in the air like a trophy.  I looked at my crotch and 
saw nothing.

	Lisa said, "Let me take it and clean it off for you."  
She took it and used a solution and cleaned as much blood 
off as possible, and then pulled out a tape measure.  "Let's 
see what kind of a deal you got!  Six and a half inches.  
Not bad!  Let me put it a jar of alcohol for you so it'll 
stay fresh."

	Melissa looked at Mr. Smith and said, "Do I have to 
right away?  I just want to hold it for a while.  And to 
show my friends!"

	"With what you paid you can do anything you like.  For 
all we care you can light a grill, roast it like a hot dog, 
and make a sandwich!"

	Lisa chimed in: "It's Kosher meat, too.  It's 
circumcised!"  They all laughed.  

	She took it from Lisa and held it in front of me.  The 
band still was tight around the base, holding in the blood 
and anything else, freezing my last erection forever.  The 
purple was turning to gray, but otherwise it looked like my 
hard cock had always looked.  Except it was now just inches 
from my face.

	"Don't worry, Jake.  I'll take very good care of it," 
she said as she melted away to show off her trophy.  She'd 
probably take better care of it than I had these last few 
hours.

	I noticed that the container with my bag and balls had 
been taken away, and the medical team continued to work on 
what was left of me.  Efforts were being made to tie off 
veins and things in the stump of my absent cock.  The doctor 
spoke:  "I think you've made a fairly practical decision 
about how you end up down here, but I'll have to admit that 
when Lisa gave me the news all I could think of was how much 
extra work it means for me.  But don't worry.  We'll have 
you looking great!"

	Before I could ask the obvious question Lisa grabbed a 
syringe, popped the top, and jammed the needle into my arm, 
giving me a big dose of something.  "Jake," she said 
hurriedly, "this next part could get a little rough so I've 
given you something relax you and help you through it.  It 
won't put you under; you'll just float along, oblivious to 
everything."

	Why this sudden interest in my comfort level?  "What 
was it?"

	"Oh, some morphine and other drugs to make you feel 
good.  You'll be in outer space soon!"

	My head started to swim and I forced out a question to 
the doctor.  "What are we doing?"

	"Just as you requested, according to Nurse Lisa.  We 
take the extra sections of scrotum that we left and fashion 
them into a nice set of outer labia.  We'll probably have 
enough skin left to create a small set of inner lips.  We 
retained enough of the stump of your penis to whittle into 
what will look like a clitoris, which we'll angle down from 
the top juncture of the outer lips.  This won't be perfect; 
there won't be a vaginal opening, although that can be done 
at a later date.  Your 'clitoris' will look fine but 
unfortunately won't have too much sensation.  We needed your 
full penis to accomplish that.  And we may not have enough 
skin and muscle left to make you look completely mature.  
You'll probably look more like a teenager.  But all-in-all I 
think we'll be able to craft you a very passable set of 
external female genitalia!  Whether you go over as a 
complete woman is up to you.  You could remain a male on top 
and look female on the bottom.  Sort of like 'chicks with 
dicks', only you'd be a 'guy with a pie'!"

	The room was spinning on me and I could barely speak.  
"Don wan cunt," I slurred.

	"What did he say?" asked the doctor.

	Lisa answered, "He said something about not wanting to 
be cut any more."

	"Well, Jake, I'm afraid we have to do some more cutting 
to get the right look down here.  We'll give you some more 
painkillers, not that you can feel much with what Lisa just 
gave you."

	I heard his voice but it sounded far away, and I 
completed my trip to dreamland.  The room faded, and I was 
only remotely aware of the sounds and sensations around me.  
Activity continued between my legs, but I couldn't make any 
sense of it.  After a while I had the sensation of being 
lifted and placed on something, and being taken away.  
Voices spoke but I didn't understand them.  I vaguely felt a 
needle being placed in the vein in my arm and a tube being 
taped to it.  After that I slipped into blackness.....

	Sunshine flooded the room and I awoke with a start.  I 
was shaky but was alert and could think.  I was semi-upright 
in a hospital bed, and not back at my suite.  A blanket 
covered me and my hands were loosely tied with strips of 
cloth to the framework of the bed. An IV ran from my arm.  I 
looked over and saw Lisa standing beside me.

	"Where am I?  What day is it?" I asked weakly.

	"It's Wednesday, and you're still at the estate.  We 
brought you to the medical facility for your initial 
recovery because the reconstructive surgery you received is 
very complex and requires more care than just stitching you 
up would.  We've kept you sedated and your arms restrained 
to give your new crotch some time to heal."

	Bad memories flooded back into my head.  "I want to 
see."

	"We can't let you see everything because the dressings 
have to stay in place for a few more days."  She pulled back 
the sheet and I saw enough.  Or, rather, not enough.  My 
crotch was obviously barren, covered by a thin white 
dressing with a yellow plastic catheter hose running between 
my legs.  I groaned.

	"I wanted to keep you under for a few more days, but 
Mr. Smith said he had something very important to discuss 
with you.  We started backing off on the sedatives 
yesterday, and I telephoned him when I saw you were waking 
up.  He's on his way."

	"I don't want to look like a girl," I moaned.

	She walked over to me, dropped her shorts, and kicked 
them away.  She undid the restraint on my right arm and 
placed my hand on her crotch.  Amazingly I was still 
interested!

	"Now, that doesn't feel too bad, does it?"

	"No, Lisa, but that's you."  I was rubbing her now.  
"I'm gonna end up as some kinda freak!"

	"Don't worry, Jake.  The doctor is very good.  He can 
complete your surgery and fix you up any way you want.  
Don't you think he did a good job with me?"

	My eyes shot open and looked directly into hers.  She 
smiled softly.  "I was one of their first.  I wanted the 
surgery but couldn't afford it.  You can't imaging how much 
grief you get as a male nurse!  Mr. Smith and his friends 
had started their little parties and wanted to watch a live 
sex-change operation.  It was a perfect match.  They got 
their show and Lester became Lisa.  There was no suffering 
involved though; I introduced that later, after I started 
working for Mr. Smith.  A complete general anesthesia was 
used.  I didn't feel anything."

	I couldn't believe it.  "And Beth?  Was she...?" 

	Lisa laughed.  "No, not Beth.  No doctor's that good!"

	At that point Mr. Smith burst into the room, looking 
totally distraught.  He wasn't even wearing a black suit!  
"Jake, I'm glad you're awake.  A terrible thing has 
happened.

	I looked down at my barren crotch.  "No shit!"

	"Not that," he said.  "I'm talking about our contract.  
My idiot assistant, now late assistant, totally screwed up 
when you went to sign it."

	"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously.

	"I got it out to review Monday so I could make your 
payment.  I hadn't looked at it because they all read the 
same and the assistant told me it was done correctly.  He 
wasn't watching you, and you, with your usual level of 
competence, signed on the witness line rather than the 
signature line.  I discussed it with my attorneys and they 
said that since it hadn't been executed properly the whole 
contract is null and void."

	"So I didn't have to..."

	"Not at all.  There was no contract in force on 
Saturday night," he sighed.

	"THEN GET MY GOODIES BACK AND REATTACH THEM!" I yelled.

	"I'm afraid it's not that simple, Jake.  You see, the 
Randolphs dined on your testicles Monday evening and by now 
they're half-way through, well, you can imagine.  Melissa 
took your penis to a taxidermist to have it mummified so she 
can wear it around her neck on a chain.  And I'm told that 
Grace took home a rather large bag of scrapings, so the 
plastic surgery you received afterwards was apparently 
rather complex.  No, I'm afraid we just can't put Humpty 
Dumpty back together again."

	I was getting testy.  "I guess next you'll try to tell 
me that you don't have to pay me since there's no contract."

	He looked worried.  "To the contrary, Jake.  The 
attorneys used words like promissory estoppel, quasi-
contract, and detrimental reliance to the point where both 
my head and my bank account were spinning.  The bottom line 
is they advised me to pay you what I said I would, plus a 
little more for the inconvenience to avoid litigation 
and other unpleasantries!" 

	"Inconvenience!?"  I gestured at my empty nest.  "And 
how much is 'a little inconvenience' going for this week?

	He offered me another million.  I said four.  He said 
fine.  He left hurriedly, presumably to make some financial 
transfers.  

	About that time Beth bounced into the room and said, 
with a bubbly voice, "Is Jake going to be our new playmate?"

	"I don't know -- that's up to him," Lisa replied.  She 
plugged a new bottle of drugs into my IV and continued, 
"What I do know is that he needs to float for a couple more 
days.  He's been through quite a bit this morning."

	They stood on either side of me and gave me bright 
smiles.  The room started to sway.  What the hell; keep an 
open mind, I thought.  Six million dollars would help mend 
any bad situation.  Who knows how I'll end up, but at least 
there are some options for me to consider.  I returned their 
smiles and drifted into sweet dreams.






EPILOG

	My name is Jane, and life's not too bad!  More has 
changed than one letter of my name.  First of all I'm rich, 
and I'm finding out that's not a bad way to be.  It's been 
five months since my surgery, and I've had time to think 
things through and put all that's happened to me in 
perspective.   Most of my time has been spent here at Mr. 
Smith's estate.  

	Since I decided to give the female version of things a 
try Lisa's set me up on a hormone program that is working 
quite well!  I've developed some curves, lost my body hair 
and have even have grown some boobs!  No surgery, though.  
I'm keeping all of my options open.  I even have a sex 
drive, although it's different than it was before.  All of 
my sex since the operation has been with women; maybe I was 
a lesbian trapped inside a man's body!  One weekend I went 
to a wild party that Kira and Sash threw at their crazy 
place.  I should tell you *that* story some day!

	Right now I'm getting ready to go to a party here at 
the estate.  The reunion!  I'm looking at a good-looking 
lady putting on makeup and getting all dolled up for this 
event.  In a mirror!  No clothes, though.  This crazy crowd 
still wants me naked, especially since I'm sporting a 
different set of goodies than I had the last time they saw 
me.  They want to see how my new equipment works now.  Oh 
well, I've pee'd in front of people before, although not 
when I had to squat!  I am a little nervous.  Grace is going 
to be back, apparently with some stud she linked up with at 
the last event.  At least she won't be able to pound me in 
the balls this time!  Maybe we could...  Naw, forget it.  
Grace was always the straight type.  Or so I thought.

	Time to head for the party!  Lisa and Beth are 
escorting me this time.  Maybe when I have time I'll write 
some stories of things *we've* managed to do together the 
past few months!  There are so many stories to tell.....!





							Watcher
							December 4, 1998