spot

I take spot to the vet.

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   We got Spot for the kids at Christmas.  When he was almost 9 
months old our vetrinarian Jim told me to bring him  in for 
nuetering.  I asked if I could watch?  Jim said, "sure, just bring 
him in at closing,  I could help him and there wouldn't be any 
interuptions.
    I got there at 5:00 just as the help and last customer were 
leaving.  I asked Jim, "What that last dog was in for?"  Jim said, 
"The ususal, neutering!"
    "No," I told him,  "I remember that dog still had big balls."
    "Oh," replied Jim, "That yuppie wanted nueticles - fake balls, 
it's the fad now, and it's an easy $80.00 more."
    "So, instead of $20.00 it would cost me $100.00 to have Spot 
fixed that way?"
    Jim said, "For you, I'll throw them in for free."
    I put Spot on the table, Jim came over patted his head and 
quickly gave Spot an injecton in the shoulder rubbing and peting him 
as Spot reather quickly leaned against him and rolled on over.  He 
was out cold.
    "That's fast." I said.
    Jim handed me a rasor and said. "Shave his balls, just the 
scrotum."
    As I was shaving Spots balls I asked Jim if he'd ever considered 
doing this to a man?
    He smirked, "You know Marty at the Gym?
    I said. "I'd like to castrate that ball of testosterone myself."
    "Too late, he came in wanting horse balls,  His were pretty 
shriveled from all the steroids he's used."  Jim started cutting 
Spot, one cut straight between the balls.
    "Ouch", I said.
    "Spot didn't feel a thing." Jim continued, "Marty wanted both 
balls but we ended up cutting one in half and jsut sewing them on 
the ends of his cords."
    Jim cut one testicle open peeled the skin from it an sniped the 
testicle out. Placed a white peice of plastic in, wrapped the skin 
around it and sewed it shut, with five stitches.
    "What did you do with Marty's other one?"
    "It's in the cupboard." as he finished Spots other side and 
glued the scrotum back together. "We had to really stretch Martys 
scrotum to get everything back in."
    "I was jsut curious." I replied.
    "If you want to bansaw it in half, and sand it smooth, I'll 
autoclave it and do you tonight free."  as he handed me the piece of 
plastic and pointed to the shop door.  
    "You sure?" as I took it from him.
    "You'd better be damn sure because there's no replacing them 
once they're cut out."  
    "Hell, I can just get a vasectomy, that can be undone." I 
replied.
    "How long has it been since you and the wife have had sex?" Jim 
asked.
    "Thats none of your business!, well months."  I confessed.
    "How often do you think about sex?"
    "All the time."
    "Tired of begging?"
    "I just masturbate a couple times a day."
    "Want to stop hiding to jerk off all the time?" Jim asked
    This was getting too close so I changed the subject asking, 
"What do I owe you for Spot?"
    "This was after hours, It's on the house."  Jim interjected,  
"Just bring him back in a week so I can check him."
    I gave Jim twenty bucks. "I think that's what your receptionist 
said."
    Spot opened his eyes, turned his nose in his crotch, but didn't 
lick it.  He was prety dazed as I carried him to the car.
    I watched Spot pretty close for the next week.  My son John also 
noticed that Spot had been shaved.  3 year olds notice everything.  
We just told him he'd been cut and Jim fixed him up.
    I pulled into the clinic at 5:00 the cars were all gone but the 
lights were on, and the open sign was still in the window.
    Jim greeted us at the door.  "Let's see Spot."  He went through 
the door leading Spot up on the table.  "Looks good!!" Turning back 
to me "Have you talked with Marty?
    "That Scumbag" I replied. "I know better than to talk to him!"
    "Have you considered what we talked about?" Jim asked pointing 
to a tray with a white towel, two white plastic balls, some surgical 
instruments and gloves.
    "You want to castrate me, Don't you"  I said, faking suprise.
    "Yes I do!" he said, "When you came back, I figured thats what 
you wanted too."
    "What's it going to cost me? other than the left AND right 
testicle?"
    "Is that a yes!" he turned around out through the reception 
area, locked the door, turned the sign to closed, turned of the 
front lights.  "If you've got the time right now it's still free."
    "Do you know any other eunuchs?" I asked.
    "Put Spot in a cage, drop your pants, get on the table, Lets see 
what we have to work with." as he grabbed his belt, getting ready to 
shuck his clothes.
    I put Spot in a cage, came back in and asked, "What am I doing? 
am I insane?"
    Jim was standing naked in front of me.  Holding up his penis by 
the glans, "See, I'm a eunuch, there are some of us around.  You 
won't be the first."
    "Why." I asked.
    "A million reasons and None, you know better than to ask, Why 
were you so interested?"
    "Uh" I stalled, "Let's see it work."
    "Come on touch it, feel it."  I put my hand around what he had 
left.  His cock grew and his sac was indeed empty.  "I thought you 
said that kills the urge for sex."
    "It does!" he said "I'm in control now, not always begging or 
hiding to get my rocks off."  He was jerking faster as I played 
whith his empty sack, he dripped a little precum, tensed up, 
convulsed his penis twitching only to dribble clear sticky pre cum.
Until then I didn't know Jim was a maoner.
    When he caught his breath he said, "Drop your pants and get up 
on the table."
    I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, then my undershirt, 
kicked off my shoes.  Unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, with my 
hands holding up my pants  I walked over to him, gave him a big full 
body hug. Bare chest to chest.
    "Do you know any more eunuchs?" I whispered in his ear.
    "Well, you know Grant."
    "He's said he was sterile, but he didn't say anything about 
castration."
    "He said he couldn't get it reversed, didn't he?"
    "Well,  Yes."
    "Trust me, he's been a eunuch for years." Jim continued, "In 
fact he's the first one I knew. Talking wiht him, seeing how calm he 
is helped me make my decision."
    I got up on the table and jerked like it would be the last time. 
 After I came, I grabbed my clothes and got dressed thanking Jim for 
a great fantasy.
    "For Marty, Grant, and me it isn't fantasy, It's reality,  calm 
and in control every day.  The offer still stands anytime you're 
ready."
    "How many men have you done?'
    "Oh, about one in five that come in and want to watch me fix 
their animals.   When  they bring their pet back after hours, I get 
half of them.  When they feel me up and see me come, lets see? 
You'll be the first, if you decide to go.  I've done probably a 
hundred guys, fortunately  I've never had a complication.  I've done 
thirty last year, half have been sent over by Marty. Some after 
accidents at his Gym."
     "Can you give me some other names?"
     "Marty and Grant are the only ones that have said they'd be 
glad to talk with anyone about it.  Go talk with Grant!"
     I got Spot, thanked Jim again and left.
     I talked with Grant. he said he had been done by a DR. in 
Colorado in the 1960's.  He said castration loweres you sex drive, 
but he never had a problem getting it up until some QUACK gave him 
high blood pressure medication.  That's when he became impotent.  
Being castrated, he didn't mind impotence much.  He said he'd hate 
to be on those pills if he was as horny as he was before his 
castration.  "Hell, I'd kill the DR. then."