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He had never been in this section of town before, but he found the club fairly easily. He parked his car and entered the club. It was dark inside, but he could clearly see that most of the clientele were women. He spoke to the bartender. "Hello. I'm looking for Jennifer Styles. I am Doctor Lemonds. I will be meeting her here." The bartender looked him over, then motioned him to a table in the corner, where a middle aged woman sat. "Is that her?", he asked. The bartender shook his head. He slowly strode over to the corner table and introduced himself. "I know who you are, and I'm pleased to meet you." the woman said. "I am Jennifer, please have a seat. Would you like something to drink?" "No. I'm fine. I'm told that you are in need of a surgeon?" he asked. "Why don't you have a drink. Jason, please bring him a Gin and Tonic." She motioned to the bartender. "How did you know I am a Gin and Tonic man?" he asked. She smiled at him and said, "I know much about you". He began to feel a bit uncomfortable. "My former colleague, Dr. Winston, tells me I may be able to provide you with a service?" "Yes, she was a dear friend and a fine surgeon. It's a shame that she is being transferred or we would not be in need of a doctor." "What exactly are you looking for?" "Leslie, er Dr. Winslow tells me you are a fine surgeon with experience in plastic surgery. She also tells me that you are open to many things that some doctors may be put off by." "What do you mean?" "Dr. Winslow performs a service for our membership, she is paid a very handsome retainer, and she was not disturbed by the work we needed her for". "What is this work?", his curiosity was peaking. "Should you decide to come to join us, you must be sworn to secrecy, and only involve outside authorities, medics, or hospitals in the most extreme situations." "But,..", he tried to interject, but she cut him off. "Please, let me finish. You will be paid a sum of $10,000 a month, cash. You may declare it or not. That's up to you. We will only need you once a month, the night of our meeting. We will provide you a place to work and the materials you may need, including blood." "Blood, what is this we are talking about?", he was getting nervous. She looked him straight in the eye as she ran her finger around the lip of her drink glass. "Genital mutilation", she said. He looked at her and paused. He thought to himself that he may have gotten himself in a jam he couldn't get out of. "Can you give me some details?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know. "OK. Once a month, we gather our members and we, lets say, abuse a volunteers genitals. By the end of the night, they are either removed or no longer useful to him anymore, so he must be patched up, so to speak. This is where you come in." A wry smile crept across her face. He took a large gulp of his drink, still not speaking. "During the evening, the subject is stripped and chained to facilitate our pleasure. He is then usually beaten, whipped, poked, pinched, or otherwise abused by some of our membership. They are not allowed to cause permanent damage to anything but the penis, scrotum, or testicles." He started to speak. She continued. "Our members get a very strong feeling of accomplishment by beating the subjects sexual organs without fear of prosecution. Many of them experience strong sexual feelings during the ceremony." "This man is a volunteer?", he asked. "Yes, they are paid a sum, and they are guaranteed that they will not be permanently harmed, except for their cock and balls, obviously. Most of them actually enjoy the ceremony immensely." "And I am supposed to stitch them up then?" "Yes. That's it. Once the penis is removed or destroyed, or the testicles are detached and there is significant blood loss, the subject is released and brought to the safe room where you will be waiting. We will have a blood supply of his type, and the medical equipment you will need to close the wounds and fashion a way for him to urinate in the future. You will be surprised at our safe room. It is kept very sterile." "Tell me more about these volunteers. I am concerned that they will not be able to stand the punishment. What about heart attacks, what about accidental death?" "All of our subjects are between the ages of 17 and 23. They all must be physically fit, weighing within the established weights for their height. They also must pass a physical the you will give them. If they fail, they will not be used." "I am still perplexed by their volunteering" "Let me ask you Doctor, did your little weeny get hard when I told you of our ceremonies?", she smiled. He squirmed in the chair. "I thought so. Some men find this very exciting. So, will you do it?" "I am not against doing it, but I think I would like to observe the whole process before I commit." "Fine. Next weeks meeting will be Leslies last time with us. You may assist her with next weeks subject". "Alright, I think I can handle that." The thought of his friend, Leslie Wilson, stitching up young men’s crotches all these years passed through his mind. Many wild thoughts began filling his head. "Doctor, I must warn you, these women can get violent. You must be ready to deal with burns, acid damage, glass particles, and other foreign objects imbedded in the pubic area. We do allow our members to burn the penis with flammable liquids, and sometimes we have minor accidents. You may be asked to help one of our members from time to time." "I understand", he said. "You mean you burn the mans penis while he is conscious?". She smiled. "Some of us enjoy the sight of a large erection, in the middle of a violent orgasm, shooting streams of cum high into the air as it's head is ignited with lighter fluid. It is an indescribable sight. Makes me wet just thinking about it" "The pain must be unbearable". "Care to find out?" she quipped. "No thanks" he replied. "When and where shall I go for this meeting?" "Leslie will give you the info in a few days. Until then, you must not tell anyone of this conversation. Let me just say that most of our subjects are volunteers, but on occasion, we may be required to use someone who has violated our trust. I'm sure you understand." "Fully", he stood up. "I think I'm ready to go now" he said. "See you next week, and thanks for coming Doctor", she said. He left the table and the club. That night, for the first time in over a year, he masturbated at home, thinking of the strange woman he met, and the fate of the "volunteers". Next up - The Club Part 2: Leslies Last Night Lee Ann