Tom had gone out for a drink, and sat down next to Erik up at the bar. He was a large guy, having been into weightlifting since he was young. He'd gone in for processing soon after the center first opened, and so was completely hairless.

Erik had just moved to the city, having recently finished college and coming here to start his new job. The first processing center in the college town he'd been in had only opened up a month before he'd left, so he didn't really know much about it. None of his buddies had done it by the time he'd moved, but he'd heard since then that two or three had. He didn't really get the appeal.

He'd been up at the bar for an hour before Tom came in, and when he noticed that Tom's eyebrows were gone he figured he'd already been in for it. He was curious, and Tom was pretty hot, so he'd struck up a conversation.

"So like, you do the cut or what?" Erik asked, curious.
"No, no, it's all done by this machine thing. We do it sort of assembly line style; there's a lot of stuff that goes into the process," Tom told him, taking another swig of beer.
"What all do they do?" Erik had already explained how he didn't know much about it, and Tom was only too happy to talk about it. He tried to talk everybody into it.
The bartender noticed the two of them and smiled to himself. There he goes with another one, he thought, rubbing his own hairless head. Tom had been coming in here for awhile, and between him and some of the other regulars, they convinced him to go in for it. He'd never regretted it.

"Well, there's the hair thing," Tom smiled, rubbing his head.

"Do they take it all off?" Erik asked.

Tom lifted his shirt up, exposing his chiseled torso. "I used to be really furry, but now, nope...smooth as a baby's ass." Erik almost involuntarily reached out to touch Tom's abs, smooth and firm, each muscle standing out on its own. He popped a boner just feeling him up. "Anyway, it's mostly that, and then the chop." He pulled out the waistband on his pants, giving Erik a view of his smooth groin. "And then they move your pisshole down a little lower. Helps when you're trying to aim for the toilet."

Having his genitals off was something Erik had thought about. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to do it, but that he really liked his dick. He had used to masturbate a lot, but lately had lost interest in it. Sex hadn't been that great, either - he got around and all, but when it came down to it, he'd almost just as soon watch a really good movie. Even so, he was just...used to it being there.

Tom could see Erik's eyes locked on his groin. "It's really great, honestly," he said. "Ever since I had all that shit out, it just feels awesome. All nice and smooth. I was a little unsure about it at first, you know? I really liked having my cock - it was nice and thick, a good dick, but..." he drank another swig, "it was just kinda time for it to go."

"Yeah, I can see that," Erik replied.

"You think maybe it's time for you?" Tom asked, motioning to the bartender for another round.

"I dunno," Erik said. "I mean, I've thought about it, but I'm just not sure..."

"Well, here, look, I'm working tomorrow. Why don't you come down and see how it all goes then?" Tom suggested. "You can see the whole deal, get a little tour."

The next day, Erik drove over to the center around 2, like Tom had told him. It was a pretty unassuming looking office building, with a sign out front identifying it just as, "Male Processing Center #37."

Erik parked in the lot and walked up to the front door, passing a group of college guys on their way out. They were giggling and rubbing their groins through their jeans, sharing the pleasure of their newly empty crotches. Their freshly denuded heads were still paler than the skin on their faces. "This is so awesome, dude," one said to another as Erik passed them. "When I get home I'm just gonna stare at myself naked for awhile." They all laughed in agreement and headed past Erik to the parking lot.

He walked in the front door. The receptionist was on the phone, but just pointed him through a door with the sign "Entrance" on it. Erik walked through that, and found himself in a big locker room. There was a guy sitting at the desk, with a bunch of keyrings on numbered posts and a clipboard. "Hi," he greeted Erik. "Name?"

"Uh...Erik Anderson," Erik told the man. "I'm here to see, uh..." he struggled for a moment to remember Tom's last name, but his train of thought was interrupted by a loud group of about fifteen youngish guys coming through the door behind him.

"Yeah, man, I can't believe we're really doing this," one shouted, and they all shouted and high-fived each other, jumping around excitedly.

The guy behind the desk shouted, "Hey, fellas, quiet down!" He handed Erik a set of keys and said, "Here ya go, locker fourteen."

"Oh, I, uh," Erik protested for a moment.

"Yeah?" the guy asked, eyeing the group behind him.

Ah, fuck it, Erik thought to himself. "Nothing, thanks," he told the guy, and went to find locker fourteen. Might as well just do this, he thought himself. No point in putting it off, right, and it's supposed to be so great. Fuck it, yeah, I'll do it. There were already two or three others in various states of undress, three taking their clothes off, and one guy, just done, putting his clothes back on. He already had his pants on, but Erik noticed his pinkish skin, newly bare...

He found his locker and stripped down, shoving his gear and and walking, nude, back up to the desk to hand the guy the key for safekeeping. "Just head through that door there," he told him, still taking the names of some of the guys in the big group. Some of them had already stripped down, and were jumping around, their cocks and balls flopping about.

Erik left them behind and headed through the door the guy had pointed to. An attendant in this room was helping the men position themselves on a conveyor belt that ran through the room. One helped Erik up onto it. There were big slipper-like restraints welded to the belt, and Erik spread his legs and stood in them while an attendant locked his feet in. His balls dangled down freely between his legs, and his cock was growing erect.

Another attendant had Erik reach up above himself to an upper converyor belt with matching handhold-restraints. Erik gripped a stirrup coming down from above, and the attendant locked his hands into place as well, then left him to sail down the conveyor belt behind the guys who had been ahead of him in the locker room. The belt moved slowly, maybe a foot a second. As he passed through a dark partition, the first of the group of boys behind him was being strapped in back down the line.

He heard a prerecorded voice speak to him in the darkness. "Breathe deeply and hold," it said. Erik did, and then closed his eyes as well as he was sprayed down with some sticky substance. Mechanical sprayers moved around his body, thickly coating him in the honey-like substance. It tasted bitter, like shampoo, and he spat it out when it got into his mouth. The spraying stopped, and he continued moving ahead on the converyor belt.

Erik's skin began to feel warm, then burn a little bit under the caustic goo, but before it got really painful, warm sprays of water began washing it off his skin. The goo ran off slowly, taking all of his hair and top layer of skin with it. Next, blasts of hot hair dried him off, leaving Erik feeling strange and sexual, never having been so smooth since he first hit puberty. His heart was racing and his cock stood out stiff and firm.

He moved through another dark partition and into an area where technicians watched him behind windows, operating controls and checking various readouts. Erik's eyes met Tom's on the other side of the window, and Tom's eyebrows arched, then came down as he smiled warmly. Erik winked at him and smiled as well, then winced as the clamp got ahold of him.

A metal clamp swung up from the middle of the conveyor and attached itself to Erik's groin. His genitals were pulled away from his body, and the clamp ran between his asscheeks all the way to his anus. He felt pinpricks through the area, and quickly felt his groin go numb.

As that happened, another set came down from the sides of his head and held it steadily in place. He heard a buzzing sound, and started to feel oddly euphoric. This was great... Unbeknownst to him, microwave emitters were altering his brain structure a bit, knocking out certain areas of his brain and stimulating others.

He let out an 'urp!' as a smooth plastic thing slid up into his rectum, then winced a little as it started to expand. While he couldn't see it, the machine was widening his rectum a little bit and simultaneously injecting his prostate gland with an enzyme to make it more sensitive.

His brain felt tingly, but in his heightened state everything that was happening to him felt absolutely wonderful. Erik could feel a catheter slide down his cock to his bladder, and relaxed a little as it drained. What happened next was so sudden he didn't even realize it until it was over. A needle jabbed him inbetween the legs, right behind his scrotum - it wasn't painful, due to the anesthetic, but he could feel his skin being peirced and the object go in. It grabbed his urethra and held it as monofilament blades shot into his groin and in but a moment swished around, cleanly severing Erik's genitals completely.

The removed organs were pushed into a holding chamber, and tiny robotic arms cauterized and sutured Erik's blood vessels, muscles, nerves, and skin back together, using tiny microsutures so as to cause almost no extra tissue damage. The spike in his taint pulled his urethra down and attached it to his new pisshole, suturing it in the same way.

The clamp swung back down from between his legs, and Erik could see that it had been done. There was a Y-shaped stitch pattern in his crotch with just a tiny drop of blood. Another claw rose up from the floor and tiny brushes washed his groin clean, then sprayed the sutures with liquid skin. Other than the slight shininess of the skin covering, it looked for all the world like Erik had never had anything there.

The belt led him through a final 'wash cycle' - sprayed warm water and blow drying again. It finally let off, and Erik was pleased to see Tom waiting for him.

Tom strode over and immediately started unbuckling Erik from the conveyor. "Hey, man, I thought you were just coming for the tour!"

Erik was smiling widely, feeling very happy with himself. "Hehe," he laughed. "No better way than from the inside."