My trip to the doctor

A man is having trouble preforming his husbandly duties and his 
wife gets tired of it.  After she finds out that he has been lieing 
about his problem to her, she takes matters into her own hands. 

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my trip to the doctor’s office
part 1

My wife, Angie, and i have been married for 8
years, i am 48 years old and she is 42.  It is the
second marriage for both of us.  We grew up in the
same town and went to the same high school but
never really knew each other back then because of
the age difference.  Then we met at a wedding that
we both attended for the son of a mutual friend. 
We hit it off immediately, she was sassy and very
outgoing, we had fantastic sex the first night we
had a date.  She seamed to have few if any
inhibitions.  Life was wonderful for seven years. 
Then i began to have some problems that i
attributed to age.  i started having trouble keeping
an erection, soon i was having trouble even getting
an erection.   Now we have not had intercourse for
over a year.  My plumbing does not seem to want
to work.  She tried to get me to go to a doctor and
see if the new miracle drug Viagra would help. 
She said that we were not so old that we could not
have a sex life.  But i thought we did have a sex
life, we could still bring each other to orgasm
through manual stimulation and oral sex.   i was
doing my best to keep her satisfied.   i was afraid
to go to the doctor about this problem for two
reasons.  First, i did not want my doctor, who is an
old college friend, to know that i was having this
problem.  He and i have been friends for a long
time, but we have also been rivals for a long time.  
The  second reason was, i think that i already
knew that Viagra would not help.  i have had a
little tinny, pea sized, mass in my scrotum for the
past year.  My doctor, Mike, says that he believes
it is a cyst and that as long as it is not causing a
problem we can leave it alone. However, if it starts
to cause a problem, then we should operate.  That
means cutting my scrotum open.  i am not anxious
to have that happen. Now it takes a lot of foreplay
for me to get an erection and a lot of concentration
for me to keep it.  i can only ejaculate if there is a
lot of pressure and stimulation to my penis.   i
don’t get as hard as i used to but i get hard enough
to ejaculate by masturbation or oral sex.  But when
we try intercourse, i can not get hard enough for
penetration or at least to keep penetration.  My
wife has been very frustrated and the only thing
that has kept our marriage going is my willingness
to play silly little games for her amusement, and to
perform cunnilingus.  She tells me that i am very
good at it, and she must enjoy it, because for the
past few months she has my face buried in her
crotch or ass almost every evening.  That isn’t
enough though, she says that she wants to be able
to engage in intercourse also.  We have had
several arguments about my unwillingness to see
another doctor.  At first she was very
understanding of my problem and i felt very
guilty.   To placate her i went to see Mike, my
doctor.  That was when i told him about the pea
sized mass in my scrotum.  i lied to Angie and told
her that he pronounced me healthy.  i didn’t
mention the cyst.  i told her that he said i was
probably putting too much pressure on myself.  
That if i just relaxed this would pass.  Of course in
reality i had not even mentioned the problem of
not being able to stay hard long enough to have
intercourse to him.  i had told him everything was
fine and the mass was not causing me any
problems.   After a  few weeks Angie was
frustrated and she began to berate me and tell me
that my penis was worthless, and that i was not
much of a man.  All i could do was hang my head
in shame.  For a time she began to avoid me.  She
began volunteering at the hospital just to get out of
the house and avoid situations of being with me in
the evenings.   She began going out with
girlfriends.   Then the games began.  One evening
when she was painting her nails she asked me to
paint her toe nails for her.  i didn’t believe that she
would even ask me to do such a thing, but she
seamed to be in a good and humorous mood and at
least she wasn’t belittling me, so i complied. 
When i finished she said, “Now I will do yours.”  i
tried to talk her out of it but to no avail.  She was
not criticizing me and she seamed to be happy and
even loving for the first time in months, so i went
along and she painted my toenails.  This became
our Friday night ritual.  After she did her
fingernails, i would paint her toenails and then she
would paint mine.  A few weeks later she had me
try on a pair of silk panties that she had bought for
me.  She said that she had read in a woman’s
magazine that this sometimes helped males get an
erection.  Soon she threw out all my jockey briefs
and replaced them with all silk panties.  Most of
them are white but she also bought some pink, red,
and black ones.  She said those were for when we
wanted to get “frisky”.  Two days after that she
shaved my pubic hair claiming that it would help
arouse me if the silk touched more of my skin
around my genitals rather than all that hair.  She
seamed to be in a good mood and i didn’t want her
accusing me of not trying so i let her do it.  She
told me i was to stay shaved down there from now
on, until we solved “my problem”.  i thought that
if this is what it was going to take to make her
happy then i could go along with it. 
	i arrived home from work a few weeks ago
to find her waiting on me.  She said that since i
would not make a doctors appointment for myself
that she had made one for me.  i began to protest
and reminded her that Mike had already
pronounced me healthy  “Our problem” in the
bedroom was getting better (the silk panties did
keep me constantly aroused, and i could get a little
hard even if it was not enough for intercourse.)
and i was sure that with enough time everything
would be all right.   She corrected me and said that
the problem was not “our problem” but instead
was “my problem”.  Then she informed me that the
appointment was not with Mike.  i then put up a
protest saying that i did not want to go to a doctor
that i didn’t even know and discuss such problems. 
It was nobody’s business but ours.  
	She got a very disgusted look on her face
and said, “You don’t want to take care of this do
you?  You didn’t want to go to a doctor you do
know, and now you don’t want to go to a doctor
you don’t know.  The problem is not going to go
away just because you ignore it.  But I will go
away if you don’t do something and do it quickly. 
I mean it John, I will leave you today if you do not
come with me to see this doctor.  Now come on,
you have an appointment, and if it makes you feel
any better it is with a doctor you know.”  
	Those last two statements really threw me,
would she really leave me?  i knew that she was
frustrated but i thought that the oral sex and the
games she was playing with me were
compensating for the absence of intercourse. She
was getting her orgasms and so was i, just not
through intercourse.  And  who could this other
doctor be?  Other than Mike, who was an internist,
i had a heart doctor for my high blood pressure,
but surely she wasn’t taking me to see him.  Who
could it be?   When i asked her she just replied,
“you will see soon enough.”  i followed her to the
car and got in on the passenger side.  She had also
made it clear that she was driving.  
	When we arrived at the medical building,
Angie stopped to look at the directory, but before i
could tell who she was looking for she grabbed my
arm and began pulling me toward the elevators. 
When the elevator doors opened we were standing
in front of a waiting room full of women.  The
sign on the glass door said:
                        P. Williamson MD
	              D. Phillips MD  
	              S. Martins MD
	              Gynecology Practices Inc.  
	              Women treating women

	“You said that i knew the Dr. i don’t
recognize any of these names.  Which one do you
say i know?  
	Angie didn’t answer she pulled me along to
the receptionists window and signed the waiting
list.  When the receptionist looked up Angie said,
“John Hunter, he has an appointment.”  
	The receptionist smiled and said, “Are you
sure?   All the doctors here are gynecologists.  
	Angie replied much too loudly, “Oh, I spoke
to Dr. Phillips last week.  She is an old friend of
my husbands and mine.  He is having a little
problem in the bedroom, actually it is a big
problem with his little tool.  He doesn’t feel
comfortable talking to a stranger about it.   Diane
said she would be glad to see him.  She made the
appointment  herself.”
	The receptionist was trying to stifle a
snicker as she looked back down at the book and
said, “Haa...yes...haa...here it is...Haa...it just says
J. Hunter.   Please have a seat and we will call
you...and oh, here are some medical history papers
to fill out.”  She handed the papers to Angie, and
looked up at me and smiled.   i did not feel like
returning the smile.  As i turned to find a seat i
could feel all these women looking at me.  i asked
Angie who Dr. Diane Phillips was but she ignored
me. 
	Angie took the papers and began reading the
questions out loud to me and then answering them
out loud before she would write it down.  At first
the questions were routine stuff, name, age, stuff
like that.  Then she started reading the medical
questions; “high blood pressure, yes.   List
medications. Diabetes, no. Respiratory problems,
no,” and on it went.  Then she came to, “when did
you have your last Pap test?  When did you have
your last Mammogram?   Do you have or have you
ever had vaginal bleeding other than when you are
on your period?  Are your menstrual cycles
regular?”  She was having a big time reading me
these questions, i tried to ignore her but she would
ask the question even louder.  When i suggested,
“does not apply”  she started making up answers,
like for Pap test she put, “i have never had one,
should i have one today?” for Mammogram she
answered “i am so looking forward to having one” 
and for regularity of  menstrual cycle she put down 
“it has been over a year.”  She was laughing and
the other women sitting close enough by were
smiling and chuckling too.  She turned to a woman
sitting across from me and said, “he gets so cranky
when he has a heavy flow and clots.”  Several of
the women sitting close by began to snicker. 
There were a couple who got really disgusted
looks on their faces and put their magazines up to
hide their faces.  i wanted to run but i knew if i did
Angie would probably leave me.  
	We sat there for a long time, there was
nothing to read but women’s magazines.  Angie
handed me a copy of Glamour and said much too
loudly, “Look John, here is an article on the
“perfect pedicure”, why don’t you read this so the
next time you do my toenails they will be perfect.” 
There were muffled snickers from the two women
sitting across from us.  Then  laughter.  i tried to
ignore her but that must have made her angry
because  she thrust the magazine in my face and
said sternly, “Read this article, we might as well
find something you can do well.”  That got a lot
more snickers and laughs from the women sitting
near by.  
	i looked at her and whispered, “Are you
enjoying yourself?  Do you like humiliating me
like this?”
	She smiled at me and calmly said, “Yes...yes
I am enjoying myself and yes I do enjoy
humiliating you.  After all I’m not the one who is
having difficulty performing in the bedroom.  Now
read the article.  The next time you paint my toe
nails i want a perfect pedicure.”
	i was stunned, but i took the magazine from
her and began reading.  i could feel everyone
looking at me and i could not bring myself to look
back.  i could hear snickers and muffled whispers. 
i  could also feel my face getting warmer and
warmer as it was turning red.  
	It must have been about 20 minutes or more
before a nurse stuck her head out of the doorway
and called my name.  As i stood to walk toward
the door Angie jumped up and began pushing me
in the direction of the exam rooms.  i don’t know
if she thought i might make a run for it or what,
but it was clear she was going to heard me to the
door leading into the examination area.  When we
got through the door i followed the nurse and
Angie followed me.  The nurse was a young
woman with blond hair, she had a name tag on that
read Mindy.  She told me to take a seat on the
exam table and then she stuck a thermometer in
my mouth.  She then turned to Angie and began
going over my medical history that Angie had
filled out.  They were both giggling over Angie’s
creativity in answering some of the questions.  She
asked Angie what medication i was taking for my
blood pressure and they continued to talk about
me as though i was not even in the room.  When i
tried to answer some of the questions through the
thermometer she shot me a quick glance and then
turned back to Angie and asked her to repeat what
i had just answered.  i guess my opinion didn’t
count for much. She finally said to Angie,  “The
doctor will be in soon.”  As she turned to leave the
room Angie followed her out into the hall and
closed the door behind her.  i could hear muffled
conversation an some giggling.  After about ten
minutes Angie came back into the exam room.  i
asked her what that was all about and she just
smiled at me and said that she had gone to the
bathroom.  
	We sat in the exam room for about five
minutes and the door opened, it was Mindy, she
had a hospital gown in her arms and she handed it
to me and told me to put it on.  i sat there staring at
her, when Angie said, “You heard her John, put
the gown on.”
	i began to slip it on over my clothing when
Angie glared at me and said, “You know better
than that, now take your clothing off and put the
gown on right.”
	i looked at Mindy, waiting for her to excuse
herself, but she was standing firm and looking
right at me with a big grin on her face.  Angie said,
“Come on John what are you waiting on?”  
	i began to remove my clothing but i
hesitated at taking my trousers down.  After all, i
was wearing a pair of pink silk panties.  Angie had
picked them out for me that morning and now it
was obvious why.  That morning Angie had told
me to wear the pink panties and  perhaps we
would work on “my problem” when i got home
from work.  i had taken that to mean that we
would have sex, at least our version of sex.  But
now i understood, it meant that she would bring
me here and embarrass me.  When i finally pulled
my trousers down showing  my pink panties, 
Mindy began to snicker.  She opened the door and
called for someone named Phyllis to come look at
my pretty panties.  Phyllis brought along the
receptionist and another nurse.  The women all
laughed and complimented my choice in
underwear.  Mindy told me to remove my panties
too, i looked to Angie for help but she just
motioned for me to take my panties down.   All
four women stood there and watched as i removed
my pink panties and exposed my hairless crotch
and my little shrunken penis.  My arousal from the
silk panties was gone now.   There was howling
from the nurses and Mindy asked Angie if i wore a
bra too.  To my shock and horror, Angie said, “Not
yet but he soon will, after all he isn’t much of a
man.”  The four other women began laughing.  i
pulled the gown closed to hide my hairless crotch
and little penis.  Angie then told me to remove my
socks.  i hesitated and Mindy thrust a pair of terry
cloth slippers at me and said, “Come on, off with
those socks and put these on.”  i didn’t take the
slippers but when i pulled my socks off everyone
could see my bright pink toenails.  The women all
began laughing.  Mindy pulled the terry cloth
slippers back and went to a cabinet in the room
and pulled out a pair of scissors.  She then
proceeded to cut the toes out of them so that my
toenails would show.  The other women were all
laughing and telling her what a great idea that was. 
No sense in hiding those pretty pink toenails. 
Angie stood there smiling at me.  i was totally
humiliated.  Phyllis and the other two women she
brought into the exam room with her turned to go
back to their jobs.  They were laughing as they
left.  Angie and Mindy stayed in the room.  Mindy
had me stand on the scales to get my weight, then
she took my blood pressure.  All the time she was
doing this, she was asking Angie about me.
	“How long has your husband been wearing
panties?” she asked.
	“Oh, I believe it has been ever since he
started having his problem.” Angie answered.  “He
told me that he read somewhere that silk panties
might help him get and erection.” she added.  “I
think he said he read it in Cosmopolitan
Magazine.”
	Mindy looked at me and laughingly asked,
“Oh my, are you a Cosmo girl?”  Then her and
Angie both laughed.  She told me, “I really like
your taste in nail polish, what shade of pink is
that?”  
	i stared at her dumbly.  Angie sternly said,
“John, Mindy has asked you a question, now tell
her what the shade of pink is you are wearing.”
	Numbly i answered, “It is called pink shock
i think, Angie...” before i could finish Angie
interrupted.
	“He picked it out from all my shades of nail
polish, he just seems to like the color pink.”  Both
women began laughing.  
	The door opened and in walked a tall, well
built woman wearing a white lab coat and a name
tag that read Dr. Diane Phillips.  She looked at me
and said, “Hello John, it has been a long time.”   
	i looked at her closely, she did look familiar,
but i couldn’t put a name with the face, then it hit
me.  Diane Dennis, from high school, the brains of
the class.  i had dated her in high school just to get
through Calculus and Physics.  We were supposed
to go to the senior prom together but i stood her up
to go with a more popular cheerleader, Misty
Harner.  It all came back, i had been angry because
she wouldn’t have sex with me, i stood her up and
then told everyone that we had intercourse and
that she had performed oral sex on me.  i had
totally humiliated her right at the end of our senior
year.  But that had been 30 years ago.  This was
not good.  
	“Diane, how have you been?” i asked
dumbly.  
	“Do you mean how have I been since you
told all those lies about me at the end of our senior
year?  Or do you mean how have i been more
recently?”  She asked sarcastically. 
	This definitely was not good.  “That was a
long time ago...i admit i was a jerk...i am truly
sorry.  i have regretted those things many times
over the years.  You forgive me don’t you?  After
all that was thirty years ago.” 	
	“Don’t be silly, i forgave you a long time
ago.  Now what seams to be the problem...Angie
said something about a cyst.”  
	i looked at Angie, how did she know, i
hadn’t said anything to her about the mass in my
scrotum.  What was going on here?  “Um...i don’t
know...there is nothing wrong really...Dr.
Lombardi, Mike Lombardi, my internist said that
everything was all right.”  
	“No!  He said that if it was causing you a
problem in the bedroom you should have it
removed.” Angie spat through clenched teeth. 
“But you lied to him...telling him everything was
all right...and that it was not causing a
problem...and you lied to me because you didn’t
even tell me you had the cyst in the first place. 
Diane should cut your balls off!”  
	i was getting worried now, i had not seen
Angie this angry in a long time, and with Diane
giving her medical advice about my family
jewels...i didn’t feel like i had any friends in the
room at that moment.  Just then i felt a sharp pain
in my shoulder and i turned just in time to see
Mindy pulling a hypodermic needle out of my
upper arm.  “What was that!” i almost screamed.  
	“Just something to calm you down.” Diane
responded with a smirk on her face.  
	i looked to Angie and she just stood there
with a big smile on her face.  The last thing i
remember was her saying, “We are going to fix
you good John.”  

my trip to the doctor’s office
part 2

	When i came to, Mindy and the other nurse
were in the room chatting and messing with a tray
of medical instruments.  They had their backs to
me and seamed to be quite amused about
something.  My mouth felt very dry and i couldn’t
move.  “What are you doing?” i asked.  
	Mindy turned to look at me and with a grin,
said to the other nurse, “Oh Janie, look who is
back among the living.”
	 The other nurse looked at me and with a
smile asked, “How are you feeling  sweetheart?”  
	“My mouth is dry and i have a headache.”  i
responded. 
	“Now don’t you worry, Mindy and I are
going to take good care of you until Dr. Phillips
gets here.”  She said, as she took an ice cube and
began running it around my dry lips.  
	“How long have i been out?  Why am i
strapped down like this?  What did you give me?”
i looked at Mindy as i asked these questions.   My
arms were strapped down to my sides, and my legs
were pulled up and strapped into a pair of metal
stirrups at the foot of the exam table.  My legs
besides being pulled up and strapped into the
stirrups, were also spread very wide.  My crotch
was totally open and exposed.  The gown and
slippers were off of me and i was totally naked as
well. 
	“I gave you a drug to make you pass out for
a time and then when  you were out we put the I.V.
in your arm with a medication to keep you under. 
Don’t worry, someone has been here with you the
whole time you were out to make sure you were all
right.  As far as how long you have been here, well
your wife brought you in late Friday afternoon and
it is now Saturday morning.  So you haven’t been
out too long.  You are strapped down to keep you
from hurting yourself.  Now I think that I have
answered all of your questions.”  She smiled at me
and turned her back and went back to her tasks
with the medical cart.  Janie continued to rub the
piece of ice over my lips.  i began to feel a burning
sensation from my anus.  It began to feel really
uncomfortable.  i asked Janie if there was
something inside of my anus.  Her and Mindy
looked at each other and began to giggle.  
	“What have you done to me?  What is so
funny?  Why are you laughing and what have you
done?”   i pleaded with them to tell me what they
were giggling about and why my rectum hurt so
bad.  Neither one of them would say anything.  
	The door opened and in walked Angie and
Diane.  “I see you have him ready for the
procedure.”  Diane commented to no one in
particular. Then she said,  “Mike and Joe will be
here in another 20 minutes or so.”
	“Who are Mike and Joe and what....”  before
i could finish Diane interrupted me.
	“Just lay back and be quiet.  If you can’t be
quiet you will be gagged.  I am going to explain
this just once so shut up and pay attention.  When I
am  finished if you wish to ask any questions you
may.  That does not mean that you will get a
satisfactory answer...or any answer at all for that
matter,  but you will be given the opportunity to at
least ask.  I believe that most of your questions
will be answered though.  Now, during the night
you were prepped for some minor surgery, i am
going to do some preliminary tests and an
examination before we get started on that.  As you
know my name is Phillips now instead of Dennis. 
My husband Dr. Joseph Phillips is a urologist.  His
office is in Dr. Lombardi’s building, you know,
your friend Mike.  Any way, Mike was talking to
Joe about your cyst and Joe recognized your name. 
He asked me if you were Angie’s husband and that
is when I called Angie to inquire about you.  I
used to baby-sit Angie when she was younger and
we have known each other for years.  We got
reacquainted when she started volunteering at the
hospital a few months ago.  You can imagine how
shocked she was to have me tell her about your
cyst.  I already knew about your problems in the
bedroom, Angie told all of us girls here at the
hospital about how she was trying to shame you
into being more manly but that you seemed to
enjoy her sissyfying you with the nail polish, the
panties, and the shaving.  We have all laughed for
weeks about those things.”  She looked over at
Angie and said, “Is there anything you want to add
at this time?”
	Angie just smiled and shook her head no.  
	“What kind of surgery?” i asked, “What are
you going to do to me?” 
	“Don’t worry about that now, I will explain
all that later.  Right now I need to examine you
and do some preliminary tests.”  Diane responded. 
She turned to Mindy and told her to draw some
blood.  Mindy came over and put a tourniquet
around my arm and began taking blood.  
	“What are you going to do to me.  i demand
to know.  Angie, tell me what is going on.  i know
i should have told you about the cyst, but i was
scared.  i don’t want to be cut open, especially
down there.  Come on Angie, we were doing great. 
We had great sex and we were satisfying each
other...Ahhhhhh!  Ohhh my god....Ahhhhhh! What
did you do?  Ohh! Ohh!”  i had tears in my eyes,
my anus hurt so bad.  
	Diane had interrupted me by pushing,
pulling, and twisting whatever was in my anus
viciously.  i had never felt so much pain before.  It
felt like i was being ripped open.  There was a
loud pop, and Diane held up a very large butt plug
that had some brown and some red smeared across
the tapered end.  She held it in front of my face
and said, “Quit your whining or I’m going to use
this as a gag.  Now shut up and lay still.”  She
turned to Mindy and saw that she had finished
drawing the blood.  Then she turned back to me
and said, “I’m going to give you a rectal exam
now.”  She had a big smile on her face as she
made a big production of putting a rubber glove on
her hand.  She snapped the latex glove on her
wrist, and began to probe what felt like two
fingers inside my anus.  i must have been stretched
pretty far open because though my anus still felt
like it was on fire from the butt plug, it felt like
there was plenty of room for her fingers.  Soon she
was putting another finger inside of me and then
another.  By this time it was pretty tight.  Then i
could feel her make a fist and i felt my anus stretch
even wider.  It was really hurting and i let out a
shriek as she jammed her whole hand inside of me. 
i was perspiring heavily and in too much pain to
even look at Angie or the two nurses.  i could see a
big smile on Diane’s face though as she worked
her fist inside of me.  Pushing, pulling and
twisting.  She then pulled her hand from me,  it
came out with a sucking sound and a loud pop. 
My ass felt like it was on fire still.  She then
looked at me and said, “Now just relax, I am going
to give you some pleasure, since you endured the
pain so well.”  
	i was wet with perspiration and breathing
very deeply.  i had only gasped and moaned a
couple of  times while she had her hand up inside
of me.  i was trying to concentrate on relaxing my
sphincter to ease the pain as much as i could.  
	i gasped and tried to jerk my body back as i
felt her hand back at my sphincter.  She smiled at
me and told me to take it easy, she was going to
give me some pleasure now.  She had a finger or
two inside of me, i couldn’t really tell.  Though my
ass still hurt like fire, my sphincter was not being
stretched like it just had been and i was grateful
for that.  She began massaging my prostate and
soon i had an erection without anyone touching
my penis. 
	Angie cruelly joked, “That’s harder than he
has been for over a year.”
	Mindy and Janie giggled, and Diane smiled
and said, “This works almost every time.”  
	As sore as my ass was what she was doing
felt good, i forgot all about the surgery and what
was happening and began trying to thrust my hips
off the table, like i was humping the air.  The
women were all laughing.  
	“You can always count on a man to get all
excited over anything that gets him off.”  Diane
said.  Angie had a frown on her face as she
watched me hump the air above the table. 
	She kept the pressure up and began
massaging my penis with her free hand.  The next
thing i knew, i was spewing my semen into the air
and all over my hairless crotch and stomach.  It
was the largest orgasm i had had since my problem
began. 
	“That son of a bitch hasn’t screwed me in
over a year, and now here he is blowing his
cookies over a little prostate massage.” Angie
growled.  
	i heard the snap of another latex glove and
Mindy began scooping the gobs of cum from my
stomach and then smeared it across my face. Diane
and Janie were laughing and urging her on.  Angie
was still standing there with a scow on her face. 
Diane removed her latex gloves and tossed them
into a trash can.  She then began putting on
another pair.   i saw Janie turn and take something
from one of the cabinets.  She had a plastic bag in
her hands and she began tearing it open.  The
contents looked like a long white plastic cord of
some kind.  She handed it to Diane who unwound
it.  What ever it was it must have been about 3 or 4
feet long and about as big around as an extension
cord.  Then standing over me with a big grin on
her face, Diane asked me if i knew what it was.  i
shook my head no, and she proceeded to tell me. 
It was a catheter, she was going to run it up
through my urethra and into my bladder.  Then she
would connect the other end to a colostomy bag
that was attached to the table i was strapped to. 
She grabbed my penis with one hand and began
pushing the catheter into my pee hole none to
gently.  i now had a sharp burning sensation in my
penis to match the fire i could still feel around my
anus and in my colon.  As she worked that terrible
thing into me she twisted and pushed like she was
threading wire through a hole in the wall.  At the
same time Mindy was adding something into the
tube of my I.V.  using a hypodermic needle.  
	She looked down at me with a smile and
said, “Something to relax you.  We aren’t going to
knock you out again.  They want you to be awake
for this operation.”    
	The whole time Angie was standing there
watching everything that was happening to me. 
Her mood had changed from being pissed off at
me to one of joy.  She was smiling and seemed to
be enjoying anything that caused me pain.  
	Diane had just finished putting the catheter
in me when the door opened and in walked Dr.
Lombardi and another man.  i supposed it was
Diane’s husband, Joe, and it was.  Mike walked
right over to Angie and put his arm around her
waist.  She looked up at him and smiled.   Diane
turned to me and introduced her husband.  He
barley glanced at me.  i didn’t much care, i was too
busy trying to figure out why Angie had her arm
around Mike now. 
	 Diane looked at me and said, “I am going to
now explain what we are going to do.  We are
going to start by cutting your penis at the base,
then we will cut it at the back of the head, next we
will split the shaft and remove it.  We will then
reattach the head to where the base of the shaft
was once attached to your body.  When we get
done all you will have left is the head of what is
now your penis.  That is all that will be protruding
from your body.  We are also going to remove the
cyst from your testicles, that should restore your
ability to achieve an erection and to ejaculate. 
That is it would restore those functions if you had
enough of a penis left to actually get erect and to
ejaculate.”  Then she laughed a cruel laugh.  “I am
going to let Angie tell you what else we are going
to do, she has been looking forward to this every
since she and I came up with the idea about three
weeks ago.”
	Angie let her arm drop from around Mike’s
waist and stepped up to the table i was strapped to. 
i began to ask her why when she cut me off. 
“John, i am not going to divorce you.  Though i
believe that I do have grounds to.  You seem to be
perfectly happy with your limited sex life, so I
have decided to have you fixed so that you will
never be able to have sexual intercourse again.”  i
must have had a perplexed look on my face,
because i was confused.  “You will never be able
to fuck again.”  She almost screamed in my face. 
“Diane and Joe are going to cut that little dick of
yours down so that when they get done you won’t
have enough length to penetrate a thimble.  They
are also going to remove the cyst so that you could
get a hard on again.  You could if you had enough
of a dick to get one. Ha Ha Ha.”  She was laughing
pretty hard.  “All that you will have when they are
through is a tiny little dick head where your cock
used to be.  You can still pee out of it after you
heal and you can still cum out of it, the only thing
is it will be more of a dribble than a stream or a
shot.”  She was laughing hard now.  Then she
stopped laughing and continued.  “Janie there is an
operating room nurse who works for a plastic
surgeon.  She is Mindy’s girlfriend, and the two of
them are going to assist in all of your surgeries
today.  Besides cutting your little dick down to
size, they are going to put some breast implants in
you.  You are going to have the boobs you always
wanted me to have.”  She was laughing again. 
“Janie knows the procedure and she is going to
guide Diane and Joe through it.  The implants are
some of those old silicone ones that were recalled,
so they cost us nothing.  The plastic surgeon Janie
works for had a lot of them left over.  For the past
year you have been perfectly happy serving me
orally and not having intercourse, well from now
on oral service or anal service is the only kind of
sex you will be able to have.  We are going to
leave your balls intact, though i will admit, my
first reaction was to cut them off.  Diane talked me
out of that and into this plan instead.  With your
balls still working you are going to get terribly
horny, but the only way you will be able to get off
is through anal stimulation of your prostate. 
That’s why we stretched your sphincter out so
large, so that anyone who wants to butt fuck you
will have an easy time of sticking it in you.”  She
laughed some more.  “And even then all you will
achieve is a little dribble from your little cock
head.  That ejaculation Diane gave you a while
ago was your last time to shoot your wad.   You
are going to be my sex slave from now on.  And
here is the absolute best thing about all of this. 
While you are getting your body altered, Mike and
I are going back to our...I mean my...house and
fuck each other’s brains out.   I will have some
legal papers for you to sign later.  By by sweetie.” my trip to the 
doctor’s office
part 1

My wife, Angie, and i have been married for 8
years, i am 48 years old and she is 42.  It is the
second marriage for both of us.  We grew up in the
same town and went to the same high school but
never really knew each other back then because of
the age difference.  Then we met at a wedding that
we both attended for the son of a mutual friend. 
We hit it off immediately, she was sassy and very
outgoing, we had fantastic sex the first night we
had a date.  She seamed to have few if any
inhibitions.  Life was wonderful for seven years. 
Then i began to have some problems that i
attributed to age.  i started having trouble keeping
an erection, soon i was having trouble even getting
an erection.   Now we have not had intercourse for
over a year.  My plumbing does not seem to want
to work.  She tried to get me to go to a doctor and
see if the new miracle drug Viagra would help. 
She said that we were not so old that we could not
have a sex life.  But i thought we did have a sex
life, we could still bring each other to orgasm
through manual stimulation and oral sex.   i was
doing my best to keep her satisfied.   i was afraid
to go to the doctor about this problem for two
reasons.  First, i did not want my doctor, who is an
old college friend, to know that i was having this
problem.  He and i have been friends for a long
time, but we have also been rivals for a long time.  
The  second reason was, i think that i already
knew that Viagra would not help.  i have had a
little tinny, pea sized, mass in my scrotum for the
past year.  My doctor, Mike, says that he believes
it is a cyst and that as long as it is not causing a
problem we can leave it alone. However, if it starts
to cause a problem, then we should operate.  That
means cutting my scrotum open.  i am not anxious
to have that happen. Now it takes a lot of foreplay
for me to get an erection and a lot of concentration
for me to keep it.  i can only ejaculate if there is a
lot of pressure and stimulation to my penis.   i
don’t get as hard as i used to but i get hard enough
to ejaculate by masturbation or oral sex.  But when
we try intercourse, i can not get hard enough for
penetration or at least to keep penetration.  My
wife has been very frustrated and the only thing
that has kept our marriage going is my willingness
to play silly little games for her amusement, and to
perform cunnilingus.  She tells me that i am very
good at it, and she must enjoy it, because for the
past few months she has my face buried in her
crotch or ass almost every evening.  That isn’t
enough though, she says that she wants to be able
to engage in intercourse also.  We have had
several arguments about my unwillingness to see
another doctor.  At first she was very
understanding of my problem and i felt very
guilty.   To placate her i went to see Mike, my
doctor.  That was when i told him about the pea
sized mass in my scrotum.  i lied to Angie and told
her that he pronounced me healthy.  i didn’t
mention the cyst.  i told her that he said i was
probably putting too much pressure on myself.  
That if i just relaxed this would pass.  Of course in
reality i had not even mentioned the problem of
not being able to stay hard long enough to have
intercourse to him.  i had told him everything was
fine and the mass was not causing me any
problems.   After a  few weeks Angie was
frustrated and she began to berate me and tell me
that my penis was worthless, and that i was not
much of a man.  All i could do was hang my head
in shame.  For a time she began to avoid me.  She
began volunteering at the hospital just to get out of
the house and avoid situations of being with me in
the evenings.   She began going out with
girlfriends.   Then the games began.  One evening
when she was painting her nails she asked me to
paint her toe nails for her.  i didn’t believe that she
would even ask me to do such a thing, but she
seamed to be in a good and humorous mood and at
least she wasn’t belittling me, so i complied. 
When i finished she said, “Now I will do yours.”  i
tried to talk her out of it but to no avail.  She was
not criticizing me and she seamed to be happy and
even loving for the first time in months, so i went
along and she painted my toenails.  This became
our Friday night ritual.  After she did her
fingernails, i would paint her toenails and then she
would paint mine.  A few weeks later she had me
try on a pair of silk panties that she had bought for
me.  She said that she had read in a woman’s
magazine that this sometimes helped males get an
erection.  Soon she threw out all my jockey briefs
and replaced them with all silk panties.  Most of
them are white but she also bought some pink, red,
and black ones.  She said those were for when we
wanted to get “frisky”.  Two days after that she
shaved my pubic hair claiming that it would help
arouse me if the silk touched more of my skin
around my genitals rather than all that hair.  She
seamed to be in a good mood and i didn’t want her
accusing me of not trying so i let her do it.  She
told me i was to stay shaved down there from now
on, until we solved “my problem”.  i thought that
if this is what it was going to take to make her
happy then i could go along with it. 
	i arrived home from work a few weeks ago
to find her waiting on me.  She said that since i
would not make a doctors appointment for myself
that she had made one for me.  i began to protest
and reminded her that Mike had already
pronounced me healthy  “Our problem” in the
bedroom was getting better (the silk panties did
keep me constantly aroused, and i could get a little
hard even if it was not enough for intercourse.)
and i was sure that with enough time everything
would be all right.   She corrected me and said that
the problem was not “our problem” but instead
was “my problem”.  Then she informed me that the
appointment was not with Mike.  i then put up a
protest saying that i did not want to go to a doctor
that i didn’t even know and discuss such problems. 
It was nobody’s business but ours.  
	She got a very disgusted look on her face
and said, “You don’t want to take care of this do
you?  You didn’t want to go to a doctor you do
know, and now you don’t want to go to a doctor
you don’t know.  The problem is not going to go
away just because you ignore it.  But I will go
away if you don’t do something and do it quickly. 
I mean it John, I will leave you today if you do not
come with me to see this doctor.  Now come on,
you have an appointment, and if it makes you feel
any better it is with a doctor you know.”  
	Those last two statements really threw me,
would she really leave me?  i knew that she was
frustrated but i thought that the oral sex and the
games she was playing with me were
compensating for the absence of intercourse. She
was getting her orgasms and so was i, just not
through intercourse.  And  who could this other
doctor be?  Other than Mike, who was an internist,
i had a heart doctor for my high blood pressure,
but surely she wasn’t taking me to see him.  Who
could it be?   When i asked her she just replied,
“you will see soon enough.”  i followed her to the
car and got in on the passenger side.  She had also
made it clear that she was driving.  
	When we arrived at the medical building,
Angie stopped to look at the directory, but before i
could tell who she was looking for she grabbed my
arm and began pulling me toward the elevators. 
When the elevator doors opened we were standing
in front of a waiting room full of women.  The
sign on the glass door said:
                        P. Williamson MD
	              D. Phillips MD  
	              S. Martins MD
	              Gynecology Practices Inc.  
	              Women treating women

	“You said that i knew the Dr. i don’t
recognize any of these names.  Which one do you
say i know?  
	Angie didn’t answer she pulled me along to
the receptionists window and signed the waiting
list.  When the receptionist looked up Angie said,
“John Hunter, he has an appointment.”  
	The receptionist smiled and said, “Are you
sure?   All the doctors here are gynecologists.  
	Angie replied much too loudly, “Oh, I spoke
to Dr. Phillips last week.  She is an old friend of
my husbands and mine.  He is having a little
problem in the bedroom, actually it is a big
problem with his little tool.  He doesn’t feel
comfortable talking to a stranger about it.   Diane
said she would be glad to see him.  She made the
appointment  herself.”
	The receptionist was trying to stifle a
snicker as she looked back down at the book and
said, “Haa...yes...haa...here it is...Haa...it just says
J. Hunter.   Please have a seat and we will call
you...and oh, here are some medical history papers
to fill out.”  She handed the papers to Angie, and
looked up at me and smiled.   i did not feel like
returning the smile.  As i turned to find a seat i
could feel all these women looking at me.  i asked
Angie who Dr. Diane Phillips was but she ignored
me. 
	Angie took the papers and began reading the
questions out loud to me and then answering them
out loud before she would write it down.  At first
the questions were routine stuff, name, age, stuff
like that.  Then she started reading the medical
questions; “high blood pressure, yes.   List
medications. Diabetes, no. Respiratory problems,
no,” and on it went.  Then she came to, “when did
you have your last Pap test?  When did you have
your last Mammogram?   Do you have or have you
ever had vaginal bleeding other than when you are
on your period?  Are your menstrual cycles
regular?”  She was having a big time reading me
these questions, i tried to ignore her but she would
ask the question even louder.  When i suggested,
“does not apply”  she started making up answers,
like for Pap test she put, “i have never had one,
should i have one today?” for Mammogram she
answered “i am so looking forward to having one” 
and for regularity of  menstrual cycle she put down 
“it has been over a year.”  She was laughing and
the other women sitting close enough by were
smiling and chuckling too.  She turned to a woman
sitting across from me and said, “he gets so cranky
when he has a heavy flow and clots.”  Several of
the women sitting close by began to snicker. 
There were a couple who got really disgusted
looks on their faces and put their magazines up to
hide their faces.  i wanted to run but i knew if i did
Angie would probably leave me.  
	We sat there for a long time, there was
nothing to read but women’s magazines.  Angie
handed me a copy of Glamour and said much too
loudly, “Look John, here is an article on the
“perfect pedicure”, why don’t you read this so the
next time you do my toenails they will be perfect.” 
There were muffled snickers from the two women
sitting across from us.  Then  laughter.  i tried to
ignore her but that must have made her angry
because  she thrust the magazine in my face and
said sternly, “Read this article, we might as well
find something you can do well.”  That got a lot
more snickers and laughs from the women sitting
near by.  
	i looked at her and whispered, “Are you
enjoying yourself?  Do you like humiliating me
like this?”
	She smiled at me and calmly said, “Yes...yes
I am enjoying myself and yes I do enjoy
humiliating you.  After all I’m not the one who is
having difficulty performing in the bedroom.  Now
read the article.  The next time you paint my toe
nails i want a perfect pedicure.”
	i was stunned, but i took the magazine from
her and began reading.  i could feel everyone
looking at me and i could not bring myself to look
back.  i could hear snickers and muffled whispers. 
i  could also feel my face getting warmer and
warmer as it was turning red.  
	It must have been about 20 minutes or more
before a nurse stuck her head out of the doorway
and called my name.  As i stood to walk toward
the door Angie jumped up and began pushing me
in the direction of the exam rooms.  i don’t know
if she thought i might make a run for it or what,
but it was clear she was going to heard me to the
door leading into the examination area.  When we
got through the door i followed the nurse and
Angie followed me.  The nurse was a young
woman with blond hair, she had a name tag on that
read Mindy.  She told me to take a seat on the
exam table and then she stuck a thermometer in
my mouth.  She then turned to Angie and began
going over my medical history that Angie had
filled out.  They were both giggling over Angie’s
creativity in answering some of the questions.  She
asked Angie what medication i was taking for my
blood pressure and they continued to talk about
me as though i was not even in the room.  When i
tried to answer some of the questions through the
thermometer she shot me a quick glance and then
turned back to Angie and asked her to repeat what
i had just answered.  i guess my opinion didn’t
count for much. She finally said to Angie,  “The
doctor will be in soon.”  As she turned to leave the
room Angie followed her out into the hall and
closed the door behind her.  i could hear muffled
conversation an some giggling.  After about ten
minutes Angie came back into the exam room.  i
asked her what that was all about and she just
smiled at me and said that she had gone to the
bathroom.  
	We sat in the exam room for about five
minutes and the door opened, it was Mindy, she
had a hospital gown in her arms and she handed it
to me and told me to put it on.  i sat there staring at
her, when Angie said, “You heard her John, put
the gown on.”
	i began to slip it on over my clothing when
Angie glared at me and said, “You know better
than that, now take your clothing off and put the
gown on right.”
	i looked at Mindy, waiting for her to excuse
herself, but she was standing firm and looking
right at me with a big grin on her face.  Angie said,
“Come on John what are you waiting on?”  
	i began to remove my clothing but i
hesitated at taking my trousers down.  After all, i
was wearing a pair of pink silk panties.  Angie had
picked them out for me that morning and now it
was obvious why.  That morning Angie had told
me to wear the pink panties and  perhaps we
would work on “my problem” when i got home
from work.  i had taken that to mean that we
would have sex, at least our version of sex.  But
now i understood, it meant that she would bring
me here and embarrass me.  When i finally pulled
my trousers down showing  my pink panties, 
Mindy began to snicker.  She opened the door and
called for someone named Phyllis to come look at
my pretty panties.  Phyllis brought along the
receptionist and another nurse.  The women all
laughed and complimented my choice in
underwear.  Mindy told me to remove my panties
too, i looked to Angie for help but she just
motioned for me to take my panties down.   All
four women stood there and watched as i removed
my pink panties and exposed my hairless crotch
and my little shrunken penis.  My arousal from the
silk panties was gone now.   There was howling
from the nurses and Mindy asked Angie if i wore a
bra too.  To my shock and horror, Angie said, “Not
yet but he soon will, after all he isn’t much of a
man.”  The four other women began laughing.  i
pulled the gown closed to hide my hairless crotch
and little penis.  Angie then told me to remove my
socks.  i hesitated and Mindy thrust a pair of terry
cloth slippers at me and said, “Come on, off with
those socks and put these on.”  i didn’t take the
slippers but when i pulled my socks off everyone
could see my bright pink toenails.  The women all
began laughing.  Mindy pulled the terry cloth
slippers back and went to a cabinet in the room
and pulled out a pair of scissors.  She then
proceeded to cut the toes out of them so that my
toenails would show.  The other women were all
laughing and telling her what a great idea that was. 
No sense in hiding those pretty pink toenails. 
Angie stood there smiling at me.  i was totally
humiliated.  Phyllis and the other two women she
brought into the exam room with her turned to go
back to their jobs.  They were laughing as they
left.  Angie and Mindy stayed in the room.  Mindy
had me stand on the scales to get my weight, then
she took my blood pressure.  All the time she was
doing this, she was asking Angie about me.
	“How long has your husband been wearing
panties?” she asked.
	“Oh, I believe it has been ever since he
started having his problem.” Angie answered.  “He
told me that he read somewhere that silk panties
might help him get and erection.” she added.  “I
think he said he read it in Cosmopolitan
Magazine.”
	Mindy looked at me and laughingly asked,
“Oh my, are you a Cosmo girl?”  Then her and
Angie both laughed.  She told me, “I really like
your taste in nail polish, what shade of pink is
that?”  
	i stared at her dumbly.  Angie sternly said,
“John, Mindy has asked you a question, now tell
her what the shade of pink is you are wearing.”
	Numbly i answered, “It is called pink shock
i think, Angie...” before i could finish Angie
interrupted.
	“He picked it out from all my shades of nail
polish, he just seems to like the color pink.”  Both
women began laughing.  
	The door opened and in walked a tall, well
built woman wearing a white lab coat and a name
tag that read Dr. Diane Phillips.  She looked at me
and said, “Hello John, it has been a long time.”   
	i looked at her closely, she did look familiar,
but i couldn’t put a name with the face, then it hit
me.  Diane Dennis, from high school, the brains of
the class.  i had dated her in high school just to get
through Calculus and Physics.  We were supposed
to go to the senior prom together but i stood her up
to go with a more popular cheerleader, Misty
Harner.  It all came back, i had been angry because
she wouldn’t have sex with me, i stood her up and
then told everyone that we had intercourse and
that she had performed oral sex on me.  i had
totally humiliated her right at the end of our senior
year.  But that had been 30 years ago.  This was
not good.  
	“Diane, how have you been?” i asked
dumbly.  
	“Do you mean how have I been since you
told all those lies about me at the end of our senior
year?  Or do you mean how have i been more
recently?”  She asked sarcastically. 
	This definitely was not good.  “That was a
long time ago...i admit i was a jerk...i am truly
sorry.  i have regretted those things many times
over the years.  You forgive me don’t you?  After
all that was thirty years ago.” 	
	“Don’t be silly, i forgave you a long time
ago.  Now what seams to be the problem...Angie
said something about a cyst.”  
	i looked at Angie, how did she know, i
hadn’t said anything to her about the mass in my
scrotum.  What was going on here?  “Um...i don’t
know...there is nothing wrong really...Dr.
Lombardi, Mike Lombardi, my internist said that
everything was all right.”  
	“No!  He said that if it was causing you a
problem in the bedroom you should have it
removed.” Angie spat through clenched teeth. 
“But you lied to him...telling him everything was
all right...and that it was not causing a
problem...and you lied to me because you didn’t
even tell me you had the cyst in the first place. 
Diane should cut your balls off!”  
	i was getting worried now, i had not seen
Angie this angry in a long time, and with Diane
giving her medical advice about my family
jewels...i didn’t feel like i had any friends in the
room at that moment.  Just then i felt a sharp pain
in my shoulder and i turned just in time to see
Mindy pulling a hypodermic needle out of my
upper arm.  “What was that!” i almost screamed.  
	“Just something to calm you down.” Diane
responded with a smirk on her face.  
	i looked to Angie and she just stood there
with a big smile on her face.  The last thing i
remember was her saying, “We are going to fix
you good John.”  

my trip to the doctor’s office
part 2

	When i came to, Mindy and the other nurse
were in the room chatting and messing with a tray
of medical instruments.  They had their backs to
me and seamed to be quite amused about
something.  My mouth felt very dry and i couldn’t
move.  “What are you doing?” i asked.  
	Mindy turned to look at me and with a grin,
said to the other nurse, “Oh Janie, look who is
back among the living.”
	 The other nurse looked at me and with a
smile asked, “How are you feeling  sweetheart?”  
	“My mouth is dry and i have a headache.”  i
responded. 
	“Now don’t you worry, Mindy and I are
going to take good care of you until Dr. Phillips
gets here.”  She said, as she took an ice cube and
began running it around my dry lips.  
	“How long have i been out?  Why am i
strapped down like this?  What did you give me?”
i looked at Mindy as i asked these questions.   My
arms were strapped down to my sides, and my legs
were pulled up and strapped into a pair of metal
stirrups at the foot of the exam table.  My legs
besides being pulled up and strapped into the
stirrups, were also spread very wide.  My crotch
was totally open and exposed.  The gown and
slippers were off of me and i was totally naked as
well. 
	“I gave you a drug to make you pass out for
a time and then when  you were out we put the I.V.
in your arm with a medication to keep you under. 
Don’t worry, someone has been here with you the
whole time you were out to make sure you were all
right.  As far as how long you have been here, well
your wife brought you in late Friday afternoon and
it is now Saturday morning.  So you haven’t been
out too long.  You are strapped down to keep you
from hurting yourself.  Now I think that I have
answered all of your questions.”  She smiled at me
and turned her back and went back to her tasks
with the medical cart.  Janie continued to rub the
piece of ice over my lips.  i began to feel a burning
sensation from my anus.  It began to feel really
uncomfortable.  i asked Janie if there was
something inside of my anus.  Her and Mindy
looked at each other and began to giggle.  
	“What have you done to me?  What is so
funny?  Why are you laughing and what have you
done?”   i pleaded with them to tell me what they
were giggling about and why my rectum hurt so
bad.  Neither one of them would say anything.  
	The door opened and in walked Angie and
Diane.  “I see you have him ready for the
procedure.”  Diane commented to no one in
particular. Then she said,  “Mike and Joe will be
here in another 20 minutes or so.”
	“Who are Mike and Joe and what....”  before
i could finish Diane interrupted me.
	“Just lay back and be quiet.  If you can’t be
quiet you will be gagged.  I am going to explain
this just once so shut up and pay attention.  When I
am  finished if you wish to ask any questions you
may.  That does not mean that you will get a
satisfactory answer...or any answer at all for that
matter,  but you will be given the opportunity to at
least ask.  I believe that most of your questions
will be answered though.  Now, during the night
you were prepped for some minor surgery, i am
going to do some preliminary tests and an
examination before we get started on that.  As you
know my name is Phillips now instead of Dennis. 
My husband Dr. Joseph Phillips is a urologist.  His
office is in Dr. Lombardi’s building, you know,
your friend Mike.  Any way, Mike was talking to
Joe about your cyst and Joe recognized your name. 
He asked me if you were Angie’s husband and that
is when I called Angie to inquire about you.  I
used to baby-sit Angie when she was younger and
we have known each other for years.  We got
reacquainted when she started volunteering at the
hospital a few months ago.  You can imagine how
shocked she was to have me tell her about your
cyst.  I already knew about your problems in the
bedroom, Angie told all of us girls here at the
hospital about how she was trying to shame you
into being more manly but that you seemed to
enjoy her sissyfying you with the nail polish, the
panties, and the shaving.  We have all laughed for
weeks about those things.”  She looked over at
Angie and said, “Is there anything you want to add
at this time?”
	Angie just smiled and shook her head no.  
	“What kind of surgery?” i asked, “What are
you going to do to me?” 
	“Don’t worry about that now, I will explain
all that later.  Right now I need to examine you
and do some preliminary tests.”  Diane responded. 
She turned to Mindy and told her to draw some
blood.  Mindy came over and put a tourniquet
around my arm and began taking blood.  
	“What are you going to do to me.  i demand
to know.  Angie, tell me what is going on.  i know
i should have told you about the cyst, but i was
scared.  i don’t want to be cut open, especially
down there.  Come on Angie, we were doing great. 
We had great sex and we were satisfying each
other...Ahhhhhh!  Ohhh my god....Ahhhhhh! What
did you do?  Ohh! Ohh!”  i had tears in my eyes,
my anus hurt so bad.  
	Diane had interrupted me by pushing,
pulling, and twisting whatever was in my anus
viciously.  i had never felt so much pain before.  It
felt like i was being ripped open.  There was a
loud pop, and Diane held up a very large butt plug
that had some brown and some red smeared across
the tapered end.  She held it in front of my face
and said, “Quit your whining or I’m going to use
this as a gag.  Now shut up and lay still.”  She
turned to Mindy and saw that she had finished
drawing the blood.  Then she turned back to me
and said, “I’m going to give you a rectal exam
now.”  She had a big smile on her face as she
made a big production of putting a rubber glove on
her hand.  She snapped the latex glove on her
wrist, and began to probe what felt like two
fingers inside my anus.  i must have been stretched
pretty far open because though my anus still felt
like it was on fire from the butt plug, it felt like
there was plenty of room for her fingers.  Soon she
was putting another finger inside of me and then
another.  By this time it was pretty tight.  Then i
could feel her make a fist and i felt my anus stretch
even wider.  It was really hurting and i let out a
shriek as she jammed her whole hand inside of me. 
i was perspiring heavily and in too much pain to
even look at Angie or the two nurses.  i could see a
big smile on Diane’s face though as she worked
her fist inside of me.  Pushing, pulling and
twisting.  She then pulled her hand from me,  it
came out with a sucking sound and a loud pop. 
My ass felt like it was on fire still.  She then
looked at me and said, “Now just relax, I am going
to give you some pleasure, since you endured the
pain so well.”  
	i was wet with perspiration and breathing
very deeply.  i had only gasped and moaned a
couple of  times while she had her hand up inside
of me.  i was trying to concentrate on relaxing my
sphincter to ease the pain as much as i could.  
	i gasped and tried to jerk my body back as i
felt her hand back at my sphincter.  She smiled at
me and told me to take it easy, she was going to
give me some pleasure now.  She had a finger or
two inside of me, i couldn’t really tell.  Though my
ass still hurt like fire, my sphincter was not being
stretched like it just had been and i was grateful
for that.  She began massaging my prostate and
soon i had an erection without anyone touching
my penis. 
	Angie cruelly joked, “That’s harder than he
has been for over a year.”
	Mindy and Janie giggled, and Diane smiled
and said, “This works almost every time.”  
	As sore as my ass was what she was doing
felt good, i forgot all about the surgery and what
was happening and began trying to thrust my hips
off the table, like i was humping the air.  The
women were all laughing.  
	“You can always count on a man to get all
excited over anything that gets him off.”  Diane
said.  Angie had a frown on her face as she
watched me hump the air above the table. 
	She kept the pressure up and began
massaging my penis with her free hand.  The next
thing i knew, i was spewing my semen into the air
and all over my hairless crotch and stomach.  It
was the largest orgasm i had had since my problem
began. 
	“That son of a bitch hasn’t screwed me in
over a year, and now here he is blowing his
cookies over a little prostate massage.” Angie
growled.  
	i heard the snap of another latex glove and
Mindy began scooping the gobs of cum from my
stomach and then smeared it across my face. Diane
and Janie were laughing and urging her on.  Angie
was still standing there with a scow on her face. 
Diane removed her latex gloves and tossed them
into a trash can.  She then began putting on
another pair.   i saw Janie turn and take something
from one of the cabinets.  She had a plastic bag in
her hands and she began tearing it open.  The
contents looked like a long white plastic cord of
some kind.  She handed it to Diane who unwound
it.  What ever it was it must have been about 3 or 4
feet long and about as big around as an extension
cord.  Then standing over me with a big grin on
her face, Diane asked me if i knew what it was.  i
shook my head no, and she proceeded to tell me. 
It was a catheter, she was going to run it up
through my urethra and into my bladder.  Then she
would connect the other end to a colostomy bag
that was attached to the table i was strapped to. 
She grabbed my penis with one hand and began
pushing the catheter into my pee hole none to
gently.  i now had a sharp burning sensation in my
penis to match the fire i could still feel around my
anus and in my colon.  As she worked that terrible
thing into me she twisted and pushed like she was
threading wire through a hole in the wall.  At the
same time Mindy was adding something into the
tube of my I.V.  using a hypodermic needle.  
	She looked down at me with a smile and
said, “Something to relax you.  We aren’t going to
knock you out again.  They want you to be awake
for this operation.”    
	The whole time Angie was standing there
watching everything that was happening to me. 
Her mood had changed from being pissed off at
me to one of joy.  She was smiling and seemed to
be enjoying anything that caused me pain.  
	Diane had just finished putting the catheter
in me when the door opened and in walked Dr.
Lombardi and another man.  i supposed it was
Diane’s husband, Joe, and it was.  Mike walked
right over to Angie and put his arm around her
waist.  She looked up at him and smiled.   Diane
turned to me and introduced her husband.  He
barley glanced at me.  i didn’t much care, i was too
busy trying to figure out why Angie had her arm
around Mike now. 
	 Diane looked at me and said, “I am going to
now explain what we are going to do.  We are
going to start by cutting your penis at the base,
then we will cut it at the back of the head, next we
will split the shaft and remove it.  We will then
reattach the head to where the base of the shaft
was once attached to your body.  When we get
done all you will have left is the head of what is
now your penis.  That is all that will be protruding
from your body.  We are also going to remove the
cyst from your testicles, that should restore your
ability to achieve an erection and to ejaculate. 
That is it would restore those functions if you had
enough of a penis left to actually get erect and to
ejaculate.”  Then she laughed a cruel laugh.  “I am
going to let Angie tell you what else we are going
to do, she has been looking forward to this every
since she and I came up with the idea about three
weeks ago.”
	Angie let her arm drop from around Mike’s
waist and stepped up to the table i was strapped to. 
i began to ask her why when she cut me off. 
“John, i am not going to divorce you.  Though i
believe that I do have grounds to.  You seem to be
perfectly happy with your limited sex life, so I
have decided to have you fixed so that you will
never be able to have sexual intercourse again.”  i
must have had a perplexed look on my face,
because i was confused.  “You will never be able
to fuck again.”  She almost screamed in my face. 
“Diane and Joe are going to cut that little dick of
yours down so that when they get done you won’t
have enough length to penetrate a thimble.  They
are also going to remove the cyst so that you could
get a hard on again.  You could if you had enough
of a dick to get one. Ha Ha Ha.”  She was laughing
pretty hard.  “All that you will have when they are
through is a tiny little dick head where your cock
used to be.  You can still pee out of it after you
heal and you can still cum out of it, the only thing
is it will be more of a dribble than a stream or a
shot.”  She was laughing hard now.  Then she
stopped laughing and continued.  “Janie there is an
operating room nurse who works for a plastic
surgeon.  She is Mindy’s girlfriend, and the two of
them are going to assist in all of your surgeries
today.  Besides cutting your little dick down to
size, they are going to put some breast implants in
you.  You are going to have the boobs you always
wanted me to have.”  She was laughing again. 
“Janie knows the procedure and she is going to
guide Diane and Joe through it.  The implants are
some of those old silicone ones that were recalled,
so they cost us nothing.  The plastic surgeon Janie
works for had a lot of them left over.  For the past
year you have been perfectly happy serving me
orally and not having intercourse, well from now
on oral service or anal service is the only kind of
sex you will be able to have.  We are going to
leave your balls intact, though i will admit, my
first reaction was to cut them off.  Diane talked me
out of that and into this plan instead.  With your
balls still working you are going to get terribly
horny, but the only way you will be able to get off
is through anal stimulation of your prostate. 
That’s why we stretched your sphincter out so
large, so that anyone who wants to butt fuck you
will have an easy time of sticking it in you.”  She
laughed some more.  “And even then all you will
achieve is a little dribble from your little cock
head.  That ejaculation Diane gave you a while
ago was your last time to shoot your wad.   You
are going to be my sex slave from now on.  And
here is the absolute best thing about all of this. 
While you are getting your body altered, Mike and
I are going back to our...I mean my...house and
fuck each other’s brains out.   I will have some
legal papers for you to sign later.  By by sweetie.”