STB CLINIC - BILL SMITH PT. 2

This is the follow up to BILL SMITH PT. 1

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STB CLINIC - BILL SMITH PT. 2

Bill Smith had been thoroughly prepped 
for his castration when he heard Dave 
Williams enter the clinic. His body had 
been completely shaved by James, a series 
of high, cleansing enemas had been 
administered and he had then taken a long, 
hot, relaxing shower. After that, James 
lead Dr. Smith to the large castration 
room, gave him a second shot of muscle 
relaxant and then had him lie down on the 
operating table. It was a little after one 
o’clock when Dave arrived with the twins, 
a second surgical assistant and two of his 
own sons. 

Compared to the very small castration 
room Bill Smith had at the Kelseyville STB 
clinic, which barely had enough room for 
three or four men to witness a castration, 
Dave Williams’ castration room was huge. 
There were two operating tables in it, 
placed at right angles to one another so 
that two men could be castrated at once and 
witness for eachother at the same time. 
There was also a reading chair just a few 
feet away. A ‘reading chair’ was basically 
a chair on top of a platform about four or 
five feet high, allowing the reader - and 
the scripture being read - to both 
literally and symbolically dominate the 
room. The reading chair was something 
seen only in clinics in ultra-conservative 
Christian areas. Even if there were room 
for such a thing in Kelseyville, it is 
unlikely there would have been much 
demand for it. 

Bill Smith looked down at his shaved body. 
There wasn’t a hair on it below the neck. 
He had a good, strong, natural build. 
Ordinarily he would have been a very 
self-conscious, even slightly 
embarrassed, in this situation with seven 
people about to witness his castration and 
circumcision, but the hypo had made him 
feel very calm and at ease. 

Dave Williams looked down at his friend 
Bill Smith who was lying shaved and 
prepped on the table. He smiled warmly 
and shook Bill’s hand. “I hope you don’t 
mind my bringing Kevin and Roger along.” 
he said, “It was the twins’ idea since 
they’re good friends, and I figured it would 
be good for them to Kingdom Witness an 
adult C&C. You’ll be going first today Bill, 
that way the boys can see how simple it is, 
and that there’s nothing to be nervous 
about. Bill, I’d like you to meet Mark, my 
second assistant. Mark, this is Dr. Smith. 
Mark and James have assisted here 
together before and make a good team.”

Bill Smith gave a nod of acknowledgement 
to Mark. He was no more than 19 or 20 
years old, with jet black hair and a lean, 
serious look. Dr. Williams continued 
without missing a beat. “Mark can you 
please get the stirrups and fit them to the 
table - and bring the straps along too.”

“What do you need straps for, Dave?” 
asked Bill. “Do you think I’m going to run 
away?”

Dave chuckled. “I won’t need them for the 
boys, but I have to do a lot more cutting 
with you and I want to make sure there are 
no sudden, involuntary movements. It’s 
just a precaution.” Dr. Williams turned to 
Michael, the reader, who had changed into 
a long white cotton robe. He looked exactly 
like an overgrown choirboy, thought Bill 
Smith.

“Michael,” said Dr. Williams, “could you 
take your place, please. I want to begin Dr. 
Smith’s pre-op exam as soon as we get 
him positioned. We have a lot to do this 
afternoon and I want to get started.”

Michael stepped up onto the reader’s 
platform and dropped his white robe. Bill 
Smith had no idea that Dave and his family 
had become this conservative. Having a 
reader was one thing, but this reader was 
a White Dove and was going to read 
wearing the “Robe of Purity” - that is, 
NOTHING AT ALL. While Bill Smith was 
aware of this practice, he had never 
actually seen it. He knew, however, that 
the intention of it was that the reader 
should be a living symbol of personal 
sacrifice and of total surrender to Christ. 
He looked up at Michael who stood on the 
platform facing the room. What struck 
him was how much Michael looked like one 
of those boy-men that Michelangelo had 
painted on the Sistine Chapel ceiling. He 
had the pure and innocent face of a child, 
and the massive, muscular physique of an 
athlete in his prime. 

Bill Smith looked at the twins. They were 
awe-struck. They stood next to one another 
staring up at Michael as if he were some 
sort of superman. Michael, on the other 
hand, did not look down at the room, but 
rather straight ahead. His body was white 
and his skin so flawless that it looked as if 
it could be marble. His neck and arms 
were powerful and the muscles of his legs 
were so well defined that you could see how 
his body was put together. There was no 
hair on him at all other than what was on 
his head, and the most amazing thing was 
the total absence of any sign of a penis, 
testicles or even of a scar to show where 
they might once have been. ‘Dave Williams 
has outdone himself on this one’ Bill 
thought to himself. 

“Brothers in Christ,” Michael began with 
his resonant baritone voice, “we are here 
today to welcome Dr. William Smith and 
his sons Patrick and Daniel into the ranks 
of the Army of Soldiers for God. They will 
offer here, this day, the keys to hell and 
embrace the Covenant of Abraham, as did 
our Lord Jesus.” He sat down in the chair, 
opened a Bible and began to read from the 
Psalms. His legs were sufficiently wide 
apart so that his anus and the small hole 
just above it where Dave Williams had re-
routed the urethra, were clearly visible. 
Bill Smith smiled - the boys were 
transfixed and had not taken their eyes off 
Michael since he had dropped his robe.

Mark had finished placing the metal 
fittings into the steel brackets on the sides 
of the table, and with one man on each side 
he and James lifted Bill Smith’s feet into 
the stirrups. “I want his knees back and 
his legs spread as far as possible.” said 
Dr. Williams. “Then strap him in tight, I 
don’t want any movement while I’m 
working. When you’ve done that, Mark, 
you take the twins and get them into 
surgical gowns. And give Kevin and Roger 
witnessing robes. I don’t want them in 
here in street clothes. This is a temple, 
gentlemen, let’s not forget that.”

James and Mark positioned Bill Smith so 
that he was wide open and his knees right 
back, then they fastened the restraints. 
Mark led the four boys out of the room. Dr. 
Williams adjusted one of the bright lights 
and sat down on a stool just in front of his 
patient. He picked up the heavy scrotum, 
extended the sack and felt its contents 
carefully. “I gues you’re pretty anxious to 
get rid of this, eh Bill? Have you been 
thinking about this day a lot?”

“Ever since the last baby was born, Dave. 
I would have had you do this sooner but 
I’ve been too busy lately.” said Bill. He 
looked up at Michael who continued to read 
in a low, well-modulated tone. He noticed 
that Michael looked away from the Bible 
every few seconds, watching Dave 
Williams as he proceeded with his exam. It 
was almost as if he could feel Michael’s 
eyes on his genitals.

Dave Williams, still holding the scrotum 
and testicles in his left hand, took the 
penis with his right and skinned it back. 
“You have quite a redundant foreskin here, 
Bill, there’s a good deal to take off. Your 
scrotum is very ample and your testicles 
are just about as big as they come. I guess 
you know that.” he laughed. “When was 
your last prostate exam, Bill?”

“You’re my doctor, Dave. You tell ME - it 
was the last time you examined 
me.....what...about two years ago?” Bill 
Smith replied.

Dave Williams quickly slipped on a 
surgical glove. “James, could you please 
hold the penis and testicles out of the 
way.” James quickly scooped up both with 
one hand around the root of the penis and 
scrotum together and pulled them up 
firmly. Dr. Williams deftly slid a finger 
into Bill Smith’s rectum and pressed it 
into the prostate. Bill Smith immediately 
felt strangely warm all over, and he could 
feel his penis getting hard in James’ hand. 
He closed his eyes and tried to think of 
something else - anything else - while 
Dave Williams ran his finger thoroughly 
over the prostate, scanning it from top to 
bottom. 

At that moment Mark came back into the 
room with the boys. Dr. Williams 
continued to massage Bill Smith’s prostate 
while the four of them looked on.

“It feels like it’s in pretty good shape,” 
Dr. Williams continued, “and it’s likely to 
stay that way since you’ve decided on 
castration.” With his finger still 
massaging the sensitive prostate gland 
with a slow circular motion, he turned to 
the four boys looking on and asked 
casually, “Do you boys know what the 
‘prostate’ is - and where it is? Do you 
know anything about it at all?”

The four boys shook their heads indicating 
that they did not. “Well, you SHOULD know 
about it. At your age you should understand 
these things.” Dr. Williams went on. 
“Mark can you please give each of the boys 
a surgical glove. This is an excellent 
opportunity for them to learn something.”

By this time, Bill Smith’s penis was fully 
erect in James’ hand, and because James 
was gripping it hard, the dark blue veins 
were standing out in striking relief 
against the white skin of the shaft. Even 
though he was completely erect, his ample 
foreskin still covered the glans. Bill 
looked nervously at his friend Dave 
Williams. “It’s O.K., Bill. Just relax. Lie 
back and let me handle this, will you?” he 
said quietly.

One by one, he had each of the four boys 
explore Bill Smith’s prostate, as he 
described the function and anatomy of the 
gland. The boys were fascinated. Dr. 
Williams also took care to explain to them 
that once they were castrated, there was 
little chance that they would ever have any 
prostate problems later in their lives, as 
so many genitally intact men did. He 
turned to Michael who was continuing to 
read in a low, smooth voice. “Mike, if you 
want to examine a prostate, now’s your 
chance.”  Michael ceased reading and 
stepped down from the reader’s chair. 
“Michael is thinking of having his 
prostate removed this year in order to 
enter the final degree of purity.” said Dr. 
Williams. “Have you ever felt a prostate 
Mike? Do you know where it is?”

“Not exactly, Sir,” he replied, “I’ve only 
seen it in textbooks.” He slipped on a 
surgical glove and Dr. Williams guided one 
of Michael’s fingers into Bill Smith’s 
rectum. Unlike the boys, Michael’s hands 
were huge, and his fingers long. The head 
of the examination table was tilted in such 
a way that Bill Smith could see his own 
genitals very clearly. His testicles and 
scrotum, which had been relaxed when 
this examination started, were now pulled 
up tight against his body and his penis was 
rigidly erect. Being a doctor himself, he 
knew this would make removal of the 
testicles and a neat excision of the scrotum 
more difficult for Dr. Williams.

“We’re going to have to get rid of that 
erection.” Dr. Williams said. “I can’t 
work if we don’t. James, can you take care 
of that please.”

As Michael continued to press one of his 
long, powerful fingers into Bill Smith’s 
prostate, James began slowly pumping the 
erect penis. This was a standard procedure 
for handling pre-castration erections in 
adult males, but Bill never imagined that 
they would have to resort to that with him. 
Especially with the twins and Dave 
Williams’ two sons huddled around 
watching. 

“You boys should understand that under 
any other circumstances what you are 
about to see here is a sin.” Dr. Williams 
said sternly. “It is permitted here for two 
reasons. It is necessary for the surgery, 
and immediate castration washes away the 
sin of the spilling of sperm.” 

Dave Williams continued, “Michael, as Dr. 
Smith nears ejaculation, you’ll feel the 
prostate harden. Let me know when that 
happens.” Bill Smith looked at Michael as 
he continued his aggressive massaging of 
the prostate. Bill could feel himself sliding 
inevitably toward an ejaculation and there 
was nothing he could do to stop it. 

“I can feel the gland getting harder, Sir.” 
said Michael.

Bill Smith closed his eyes, knowing that 
this was the last time he would ever feel 
exactly this sensation. The sperm shot 
across his abdomen splashing audibly onto 
his chest as James continued to pump in a 
slow, regular, rhythmical stroke. Again 
and again it spurted. Bill Smith groaned 
loudly and strained against the restraints 
on his legs - he didn’t want to, but this 
final ejaculation was so intense, so 
violent, that he couldn’t help it.

“Oh, wow!” said one of the twins 
spontaneously as he looked on, fascinated 
by this extraordinary happening. It was 
something he would probably never see 
again. Dr. Williams took a large tissue and 
carefully wiped the sperm from Dr. 
Smith’s chest.

“As you boys know, from Religious Ed 
class,” he explained, “this sperm is a 
sacred thing. Once I’ve mopped it up it has 
to be properly disposed of. Incinerated 
later this afternoon according to legal 
Christian medical protocol, along with 
your testicles and foreskins after all the 
procedures are completed. O.K., Mark, can 
you freeze Dr. Smith, please. I want to get 
started right away.”

Bill Smith’s head was swimming from the 
intesity of the sensation and the 
apprehension of what he knew was about to 
happen. He could hear Michael snap off the 
surgical glove and step back up into the 
reader’s chair. He felt the needle pierce 
the skin on one side of his scrotum, then 
on the other side, and then again in several 
spots at the base of his penis - standard 
injections of local anaesthetic.

“The genitals are relaxing nicely, Dr. 
Williams.” said Mark. James began 
massaging the scrotum to distend the sack 
and bring down the testicles as far as 
possible. A few minutes passed, and Bill 
Smith could feel nothing. 

“Now you boys watch carefully,” said 
Dave Williams, “and you’ll see that 
there’s no pain and nothing to be afraid of 
with your castrations.” He siezed both of 
Bill Smith’s testicles, one in each hand, 
and squeezed as hard as he could. “Feel 
anything, Bill?” he asked. Bill, with his 
eyes closed, shook his head indicating that 
he did not. James sprayed Bill Smith’s 
entire genital area with a clear antiseptic 
solution, and Dave Williams proceeded 
with the first incisions, each about an inch 
and a half long, on either side of the 
scrotal sack.

“James, make sure Patrick and Daniel 
have fresh surgical gloves. I’m going to 
need the boys in a moment if they’re going 
to hold the keys.” Dave said as he slipped 
the testicles out of their protective sack. 
He took one in each hand and stretched 
them out so that the chords which attached 
them were pulled out about four inches 
from Bill Smith’s body. “These are about 
as big as they get.” he said looking at the 
testicles in the palms of his hands, 
“They’re certainly among the biggest ones 
I’ve ever seen. I’ll be interested to see 
what their exact dimensions are after 
they’ve been measured and weighed.” The 
twins were standing one on either side of 
Dr. Williams. “Boys, I want each of you to 
take one of your dad’s testicles, and 
stretch them out as far as you can. Don’t 
worry about hurting him, he isn’t feeling 
any pain.”

The boys took the testicles, gingerly at 
first, each one examining what he held in 
his hands as if it were some rare and 
delicate butterfly that he could crush with 
a touch. “Don’t be timid, boys. I need you 
to stretch them out and pull on them hard 
- AND KEEP PULLING - so that I can get as 
much of the chord as possible when I cut 
them off. 

Bill Smith watched as his sons pulled hard 
on his testicles. He could feel the tugging 
on both sides, but he did not feel any pain. 
In fact, if anything, he just felt a great 
sense of relief; they were finally about to 
come off. He could hear Michael’s low 
voice filling the room with the words of an 
ancient psalm of praise.

After a few moments, the testicles and the 
chords that attached them were stretched 
out noticeably further. “That’s good, boys. 
Now I just want you to hold them out as far 
as you can without pulling on them.” 
instructed Dr. Williams. As the twins held 
the testicles still, Dr. Williams tied off 
several of the tubules on each side as high 
up as he could and was ready to cut the 
testicles free. He turned and looked up at 
Michael sitting in the reader’s chair 
behind him. Michael rose. He towered over 
the group like a massive statue. Then the 
White Dove spoke, not in a soft voice but 
in a sound filled with the deep resonance of 
power and authority:

“William Smith, do you, this day, 
surrender the ‘keys of hell’ which you 
have in your possession, to your two sons 
Patrick and Daniel? And do you do this 
willingly, as a ‘Soldier for God’ in the 
Army of the Lord, for the Kingdom of 
Heaven’s sake ?”

This was the Rite of Surrender. Bill Smith 
had heard it a few times when it had been 
requested by ultra-conservative 
candidates for castration, but he never 
imagined that his own castration would 
include it. He looked at his sons, Patrick 
and Daniel, holding his testicles in their 
hands. The twins looked back at him, their 
eyes glowing with admiration for their 
father. Bill was glad the Rite of Surrender 
was being respected here, it somehow 
made the experience of castration more 
intense and he could see the boys expected 
it. He looked at Dave Williams - the 
scalpel was poised and ready to cut. He 
looked up at Michael, who was waiting for 
Bill Smith’s reply. “Yes.” he said.

Michael spoke again. “And do you, Patrick 
and Daniel Smith, as witnesses, accept 
these keys to hell, with the solemn oath 
that you shall see to their destruction by 
fire after they have been surrendered to 
you?”

“We do.” they said immediately. It was 
obvious the boys were acquainted with the 
Ritual of Surrender and had had it 
described to them.

“Remove the keys.” boomed Michael’s 
voice. 

One of the testicles was cut loose so fast 
that Bill Smith didn’t even see it. Daniel 
was standing next to Dave Williams with 
his father’s right ball in his hand, its 
chords dangling from his fingers. Dave 
moved to the other side, snipped quickly, 
and the left testicle was free as well.

Michael spoke again. “William Smith, 
welcome to the ranks of the Army of the 
Lord as a Soldier for God.” he sat down and 
resumed reading in a quiet voice.

Dr. Williams went back to work. “James, 
could you please stretch out the scrotum.” 
Gripping the scrotum with both hands, 
James pulled the now empty sack away 
from Bill Smith’s body as hard as he could. 
Dr. Williams took a surgical marker and 
traced a line on the skin. He then took a 
pair of surgical scissors and began to cut 
carefully along the marks he had made. 
Mark held an electro-cautery tool so that 
whenever there was any bleeding he 
quickly stopped it. The operation was 
virtually bloodless. 

With the skill of an experienced castration 
doctor, Dave Williams cut away the entire 
scrotum, leaving just enough residual skin 
so the incision could be neatly closed. 
There would be only a small vertical scar 
where the sack and its contents had once 
hung. He dropped the severed scrotum into 
a stainless steel dish and deftly stitched up 
the wound as the twins, still holding the 
testicles, and Dave’s two sons looked on in 
fascination and admiration. In only a few 
minutes the castration was complete, and 
Dr. Williams wiped away the little bit of 
blood that had been spilt. 

Dr. Williams looked up at his friend Bill 
Smith with a smile on his face. “It’s done, 
Bill. Would you like to take a look at it 
before we circumcise?” Bill Smith 
nodded, and Mark held a mirror so that he 
could see the doctor’s handiwork. It was 
perfect. 

“James, would you please stretch out Dr. 
Smith’s foreskin as far as possible, and 
make sure he doesn’t need any more 
freezing.” James seized Bill Smith’s 
foreskin, inserted his thumbs into it, and 
gripping with his fingers on the outside, 
he pulled up hard, stretching it out as far 
as it would go. “Do you feel anything, 
Sir?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Bill Smith replied. 

“How tight do you want it, Bill?” asked 
Dr. Williams.

Bill Smith looked at his sons, who were 
still holding his testicles. “What do you 
think, boys? How much skin should Dr. 
Williams take off.”

The twins hesitated, then Daniel said, “As 
much as he can.”

“Yes, he should cut it right back.” added 
Patrick.

“Well, Dave, you heard them. Do it.” said 
Dr. Smith.

While Bill Smith watched, Mark and 
James inserted two small stainless steel 
pins that looked like tiny fish hooks into 
each side of his foreskin, and pulled the 
skin apart and forward as far as it would 
go while Dave Williams, using a pair of 
surgical scissors, made the initial dorsal 
incision from the tip of the skin right back 
to the base of the glans. He carefully 
avoided the main dorsal vein and only a 
small amount of blood dropped onto the 
white gauze below.

“Retract.” said Dr. Williams.

The two hooks were slipped out of the 
foreskin, as it was pulled back as far as it 
would go toward the base of the penis. The 
doctor then made a cut that ran around the 
entire circumference of the penis just 
below the glans. “Now you’ll see just how 
much skin is really involved here.” he 
said. Pulling the skin forward again, it 
unfolded into a single sheet which extended 
about four inches from the end of Bill 
Smith’s penis. 

While Dave Williams continued his work, 
Bill Smith closed his eyes, took a deep 
breath and settled back into a delicious, 
warm feeling that was coming over him. 
He felt as if her were being set free, as 
though a great burden were being lifted 
from him. He felt pure and consecrated. 
There was no pain, only the occasional 
sensation of pulling. It was as if he had 
been carrying a great weight all his life, a 
weight that had become so much a part of 
him that he was no longer even aware that 
it was there - until now, when he was 
finally being freed from it. He liked the 
idea of being able to re-dedicate himself to 
his life, his faith, his family, and being 
able to share this moment with his twin 
sons and with the others present. 

He opened his eyes slightly and looked up 
at Michael in the reading chair. Michael’s 
low, steady voice was reciting something 
from Genesis about Abraham and the 
Covenant of Circumcision. This was really 
the first time that Bill Smith had been 
able to enter totally into the religious 
spirit of this moment and into the 
extraodinary symbolism of Michael’s 
physical presence. Michael was completely 
without guile, without even a trace of 
self-consciousness. His nakedness was an 
act of love of Christ, and had no vestige 
whatever of vanity, exhibitionism or 
pride. There was no aspect of “display” 
about it, and it seemed utterly natural. 
Bill suddenly felt a powerful desire to be 
like Michael - to be without penis or 
testicles or anything at all. If it had been 
possible, he would have told Dave 
Williams right then and there to proceed 
with a total removal of everything, 
including the prostate, but the room was 
not set up for these elaborate procedures 
which had to be planned well in advance. It 
would leave Bill Smith something to look 
forward to.

“There it is.” said Dr. Williams, holding 
up the now totally severed foreskin under 
the light. “When you see it unfolded and 
stretched out in this way, you realize just 
how large the foreskin really is.” 

Bill Smith looked down at his penis. The 
two ends of skin were bleeding a bit, and 
just needed to be stitched together. 

“We’ll just sew this up, and then we can 
start with the boys.” said Dr. Williams. 
He dropped the foreskin into the dish with 
the scrotum, and instructed the twins to 
put their father’s testicles, which they 
were still holding, into the dish as well. In 
just a few minutes there was a ring of tiny 
sutures around Bill Smith’s penis about an 
inch or so below the glans. James wiped off 
any traces of blood, and the surgery was 
finished. “O.K., we’re done here.” said Dr. 
Williams, “James, you help Dr. Smith 
down off the table and Mark, you get things 
ready for the twins.”