Learning To Love My Penectomy

After years of resistance, a young man learns to accept that he 
must lose his penis if he is going to marry his girlfriend. He lets 
her cut it off on their wedding night, and he learns to love sex 
without it.

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Learning to Love My Penectomy

       When I was a boy I didn't understand why men had to have 
their cocks cut off. When they were married off at 19, their wives 
took them into a ceremony where they held their penises very 
securely and lovingly and chopped them off.
       I remember seeing the husband's penis displayed on its own 
pedestal in the bedroom. The wife took great care to keep it clean 
and to display it proudly. All penises were preserved in an erect 
state, so that when a woman and her husband desired sex, he would 
strap it on and they would make love. 
       When a woman's friends, both male and female, visited, they 
would put the penis in the middle of their group while they talked. 
Often the women talked about men and their shortcomings, and any 
males in the group would participate, too. Since they had lost their 
penises, too, they did not feel the kind of male pride that often 
made men defensive in these chats.
	"But he can't feel anything," I would complain to my 
girlfriend's mother. Suzi, my girlfriend, and I were only 12 when I 
began to worry about losing my penis.
	"That's right, Mike," her mother would tell us. "You'll 
understand when you're older that men's penises cause men to be 
centered on them. They can't make love to their wives properly 
because of it. When women finally started to cut off their husbands' 
penises decades ago, lovemaking finally became better for both 
partners. Besides, having an orgasm isn't the best part about sex. 
There's the touching, the sensuality, and the non-genital pleasure, 
too."
	"You men had too much pleasure for too long," Suzi would 
tell me. "And it was always the wrong kind. Now you'll learn."
	She was very wise for her age, and she was right. But back 
then, I didn't know that. Other boys were already dreaming of their 
penectomies. They fantasized about the day when their loving wives 
would cut off their organs and allow them to make real love. Girls 
still dreamt of meeting Prince Charming, but this time he always 
allowed them to control his most masculine body part. And boys 
dreamt of meeting the proud women who would take them from being 
cock-centered teenagers to real men.
	Suzi always teased me about it when we were alone. She bit 
hot dogs seductively, and she broke bananas in half and waved them 
at me. Sometimes I cried. "But I don't WANT to lose my penis. I like 
it! It's not fair. Why should men have to face this?"
	Suzi hugged me affectionately during these times. "Mike, 
dear," she said, "penises just get in the way of love. We women 
don't need them anyway, except for occasional penetration."
	Sometimes when I protested, she would take my penis into her 
mouth and let me cum into it. "But remember, someday you won't be 
able to do that any longer."
	"Can I fuck you?" I asked. "I really want to know what your 
vagina feels like."
	"No, not until you lose your penis and strap it on as a 
dildo. What kind of girl do you think I am? What kind of boy are 
you, trying to ruin love with that thing?"
	"Do you hate penises?" I asked her one day when we were 
sixteen.
	"No, not at all. I think they're cute. It's just that they 
need to be cut off first."
	"Do you hate cum?" I asked.
	"No, cum tastes okay. But the real intimacy comes outside of 
men's genitals. With women, though, it happens with them. We need to 
have our genitals. Men don't."
	A few of my male friends and I shared the same dread. We 
knew what was coming to us, yet we resisted accepting it. Every 
chance we got, we sucked each others' cocks, reveling in the feeling 
of live, fleshy penises. We fucked each others' asses, too, enjoying 
the feeling that the seemingly cruel women of the world would forbid 
us in the future.
	But eventually the other boys accepted that their cocks 
would be cut off. When we got together, they would discuss the kinds 
of penis cutters on the market. When a man married, he gave his wife 
a penis cutter, and she used it on him. So, my friends were always 
talking about their wedding days.
	I remember the ads for penis cutters. "So effective, you'll 
want to cut every man you meet!" said one as it showed a woman 
chasing men around the office.
	"Sausage and hot dogs today, my husband tomorrow!" went 
another in which a young woman was cutting franks in her mother's 
kitchen.
	Then there was the one where a young wife entered a strip 
club and looked at all the women admiring a naked dancer who still 
had his cock. "Obviously, these women have not met the Sensual 
Possibilities Cutter," the woman told on the screen told us. Then 
she went up on stage, flirted with the naked man, and cut off his 
cock. The women in the audience were won over. "Now go home and get 
a man," she said to them. "And use this!"
	Even the men in the movies lost their cocks. They made love 
cockless. Girls took their boyfriends to the theater to see a new 
leading man be seduced and get his cock cut off by the leading lady. 
The boys swooned over the actresses who cut men the best. The ads 
for these movies would always show the new leading man with an 
obvious bulge; the leading lady would eye it seductively, and 
audiences would wonder endlessly what she had in store for him.

	My friends soon married. I never went to their weddings. How 
could I? How could they allow this to be done to themselves? As I 
grew older, I drew attention in the streets and in locker rooms. To 
others, I looked ridiculous, with my penis hanging down.
	"It's like an appendix," said the female shower attendant 
who supervised the men's locker room. She held my penis one day and 
shook it. "It's a thing of the past. How are you ever going to have 
a relationship with that thing in the way? Some men, I tell you!"

	By the time I was nineteen, I was still not married. Neither 
was Suzi. We loved each other dearly, but I would not marry her 
unless I could stay intact. I left home and joined the underground 
anti-cutting movement. There I found women who preferred men with 
penises. For the first time, I had sex with a woman. I felt the 
beautiful, warm, wet feeling of a woman's vagina. 
	"Isn't it beautiful?" my partner, Mary, asked me. "So alive, 
so hot."
	We fucked for months. I began to notice that every time we 
had sex, all I really cared about was cumming inside her vagina. Her 
pleasure didn't matter to me. I felt no pleasure in the rest of my 
body-my ass, my chest, my face. I was all penis. I began to 
understand what Suzi and her mother meant. Why were women so wise 
and men so stupid, I wondered? In the back of my mind I heard Suzi 
answering, "Because we aren't at the mercy of our genitals."
	I fucked over a dozen women, in their cunts, their asses, 
and their mouths. All I  wanted was to shoot my cum into a woman. 
And they obliged.
	"Mary, do you get anything out of all this?" I asked her one 
day.
	"Yes," she said. Then she fell silent.
	"What is it, Mary?"
	"Well � most of the time, I don't. I cum, but I don't feel 
much intimacy. We have the same problem, Mike. But it'll get better. 
I know it will. We will eventually restore common sense to the 
world."
	It didn't get better. It was nothing but cumming. One night 
I screamed at Mary, "This is so unfulfilling! I hate our sex life! I 
wish we could both just lose our cocks and cunts and really FEEL 
each other!"
	"Darling, dear, I already do feel you. I have that 
capability, even though you interfere with it sometimes. Why can't 
you have it, too?"
	It was then that I knew she didn't understand. The whole 
penis-preservation movement didn't understand. Yes, I realized, 
there were even women in the world who weren't as wise as I'd 
thought. There would never be real relationships this way. I grabbed 
Mary's hand and put it on my crotch and told her, "Say good-bye to 
this. Our mothers were right-we shouldn't have them." That night I 
packed up and went home.

	The next morning I found myself at Suzi's house. She was not 
yet home. I met her mother outside, and we hugged and kissed 
tenderly.
	"I see someone is still resisting," she said upon feeling 
the bulge in my pants. 
	"Oh, Ms. Johnson, I don't want to resist anymore. I've 
learned my lesson. I want to marry your daughter and let her cut it 
off. Please let me marry her!"
	Mrs. Johnson hugged me tightly. "I always knew you would 
come around, Mike. The stubborn ones make the best converts. Come 
with me, and we'll shop for a penis cutter today!"
	Together, my future mother-in-law and I shopped for cutters. 
For the first time I noticed how happy the men at the mall looked. 
They genuinely loved being with their wives. They didn't look at 
other women. When I went to the bathroom, I asked a young man if I 
could watch him pee sitting down.
	"I finally gave in," I told him as we entered the stall. "I 
want to see how a real man pees."
	I watched him as he sat on the toilet. At first, his pee 
dribbled over his balls, but soon it came out in a nice golden arc. 
When he finished, I insisted on wiping him.
	"I'll need the practice," I winked.
	Ms. Johnson and I entered an upscale department store that 
catered to couples.
	"Going at it again?" the clerk asked her. Ms. Johnson 
laughed with him. "No, Mr. Lewis, meet my new son-in-law."
	"Mike, it's about time," he said. "I thought I'd grow 
another one before I would see you come to your senses!"
	Finally, Ms. Johnson and I found the perfect cutter for me. 
The ad said, "From WifeLovers, Inc. Built by men to be used by 
women. It's the second best gift you can give your wife."
It was elegant. Studded with diamonds, crafted with iron and plated 
with gold, it had a built-in cauterizer. I knew that I wanted this 
one. My heart raced as I knew that soon I would have the woman I'd 
always wanted.

	Suzi was overjoyed when she came home. That night we had 
supper. Because it was a special occasion, her mother brought out 
Mr. Johnson's penis on its pedestal and placed it in the center of 
the table. We looked at it lovingly. Suzi's parents told us tale 
after tale of their happy lives together, and Suzi and I looked 
across the table at each other. We played footsie underneath the 
table. Discreetly, I caressed her vaginal area with my foot, and she 
caressed my cock with hers. At the end of the dinner, they allowed 
me to hold Mr. Johnson's penis. I kissed it and licked it.
	"It's beautiful," I told him. "Someday Suzi and I will 
present my penis to our children-in-law, and they will become 
adults."
	
	The wedding day was joyous. Friends and family came from 
miles around to see "the stubborn one" get married. I saw how happy 
the men were. They didn't flirt with other women, and they didn't 
brag about exploits. They were domesticated, loving men. I was 
anxious to be like them.
	At the ceremony I presented a wedding ring and the cutter to 
Suzi. She gasped with delight when she saw it. Then she presented me 
with my ring.
	"Mike, do you promise to faithfully give your wife your 
penis, to cherish her, and to love her wholly?"
	"I do."
	"Suzi, do you promise to guard your husband's sexuality, and 
to preserve, protect and respect the penis that he will give you 
tonight?"
	"I do," said my lovely bride.
Then the priestess pronounced us "woman and husband." The crowd 
cheered.
        Very soon, I would finally lose my penis.

	When it came time for the cutting, everyone gathered around. 
Well-wishers told us how happy we looked. Then Suzi and I took off 
all our clothes. With us, the men in the group also did. When we 
kissed, people cheered. Then it was Suzi's job to give me my final 
erection. She seductively rubbed her body on mine, caressed me with 
her breasts, massaged my buttocks, and sucked my penis. I was hard 
in no time. She tongued my asshole and let me inhale her pussy odor. 
She rubbed her wetness on my face to keep me aroused. The crowd sat 
spell-bound. Never had I been so aroused.
	Then came the traditional teasing of the husband. She bound 
my cock and tucked it between my legs so that it was out of the way. 
Standing up, she motioned me forward. After I drew near, she held my 
face in her hands and said, "Fuck me, my lovely. Shove your cock all 
the way into my cunt." She proceeded to spread her legs wide. I 
moved between them and tried to fuck her, but I couldn't. "Come on, 
big man, show me what you can do with that thing!" But I couldn't do 
anything, because my cock was tucked. The crowd roared.
	"Soon you're not going to have that thing. I WILL! Do you 
accept that?"
	"Yes, honey, I willingly give you my penis. Please cut it 
off!"
	"Thank you, Mike." Then Suzi untied my penis. It hurt very 
much, but that no longer mattered to me. She lay me down carefully 
and lowered herself onto my cock. I came instantly. All men did at 
these ceremonies.
	"Mike, that is the last time you will ever cum in my vagina. 
You will never ejaculate your semen into my mouth or my anus. Do you 
accept that?"
	"Yes, Suzi, I accept."
	"Then stand up, please." She got off of me and stood up, and 
so did I. My cock was still hard. Then Suzi took the cutter and 
placed it around the base of my penis, as far as it would go. "Are 
you ready, Mike?"
	"Yes. Please cut off my penis."
	With those words, she took hold of my penis very firmly and 
rubbed it. Then she squeezed the handles of the cutter, and the 
blades came together. My beautiful penis, so long treasured by me, 
so long abused, finally fell to the floor. Suzi picked it up and 
kissed it. She gave it to me to kiss. Then she passed it around the 
crowd to kiss. 
	Looking down, I saw a freshly cauterized but fairly smooth 
area where my penis had been. It would smooth out fully in the days 
ahead. Because of 21st century technology, the cutter had injected 
anesthetic and other drugs into my body. The pee-opening would be 
prevented from closing, and I would not bleed. Neither would I feel 
any more pain.
	The men and I hugged. Where our penises had been, there were 
only smooth areas that touched each other. They congratulated me, 
and I thanked them.
	My severed penis was taken away to be quickly preserved and 
mounted on a small oak pedestal. It would be ready in a few hours.
	The wedding night was about to begin.

	Later, Suzi and I were alone in our suite. Together, we sat 
on the toilet and peed the wine away. In fact, we sat on the toilet 
together for an hour, drinking champagne, kissing, hugging, and 
letting the pee dribble out of our holes. Lovingly, we wiped each 
other clean.
	In bed, we kissed and hugged again. I paid careful attention 
to her body. I had thought that it would take me months to get over 
my de-cocking, but I found very fast that I really wanted to get 
over it. I wanted to focus on Suzi's lovely body. And with no need 
to penetrate her, I could enjoy the sensations of her touching my 
body.
	I caressed her beautiful breasts, and she caressed my chest. 
I massaged her wet, bulging clit, moving it in circles. I loved how 
my fingers were soaked with her juices. It was the first time I'd 
noticed my own hands during sex. Then I slipped two fingers into her 
warm pussy and finger-fucked her. Suzi moved vigorously against 
them. I watched the sensations of ecstasy on my wife's face as she 
came several times.
	Suzi rubbed my balls and the area where my penis had been. I 
liked the warm, tingly, pleasant feelings there. With my urge to cum 
diminished,  I could relax and enjoy the sensuality between us.
	Then Suzi climbed atop me. Placing her mushy cunt on my 
balls, she rubbed against me while kissing me deeply and holding my 
head in her hands. I began to ache all over, bucking against her and 
grabbing her sweating ass. Her cunt smell and my own smell only 
added to my arousal. But there was nothing I could do about it. I 
calmed down and instead let myself feels my wife's body on top of 
mine, her breasts against mine, her pussy on my balls, and her heavy 
breathing in my face.
	By now, my whole body was alive! Better that than just my 
cock!
	After several orgasms for my wife and a lot of good feeling 
throughout my own body, she reached for my cock. It was sitting on 
its pedestal on the nightstand. Taking it in her hands, she brought 
it to both of our mouths, and we kissed it gently on the head. We 
licked it up and down. We took turns deep-throating it. My cock 
tasted wonderful! We watched each other's eyes as we shared this 
part of us.
	Then Suzi rubbed my cock between her breasts, under her 
arms, over her face, in her hair, on her belly, on her cunt, and up 
and down the crack of her ass. This enthralled me. I could now 
concentrate on what was happening to my cock. 
	Then she handed it to me. I ran it over my chest, under my 
arms, on my face, between my ass cheeks, and over my hairy balls. 
The sweat of my ass and balls slicked my cock nicely. I even tried 
to "put back" my penis by putting it where it used to be. I looked 
at Suzi as I did this. Together, we laughed.
	Knowing what I was to do next, I secured a strap-on to my 
hips. Then I placed my penis into it. My wife lay back. I gently 
spread her legs, climbed between them, and placed my penis to her 
lips. My penis pushed them apart, and slowly slid in. Holding Suzi, 
I fucked her lovingly. The sensation was very strange. While I could 
penetrate her just fine, I felt very little arousal. Instead, I felt 
an emotional melting tinged with a little bit of arousal. It was 
enough to make me want to have sex, but not enough to want to cum in 
two minutes.
	As I bathed myself in the feeling, my wife came again and 
again, screaming into my ear as I held her.
	We later fell asleep in each other's arms.

	My life with Suzi has been a contented one. We had children 
and a loving home. We displayed my penis proudly when company came. 
Although my sexual arousal was still there, it was lessened, and it 
was no longer centered on a penis. I had enough so that I could 
enjoy being sexually aroused but not needing to orgasm. I lived in a 
constantly warm sexual feeling, and I was happy that I did not have 
a penis.

The end

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