A nice little earner

Deliberate infection of genital pierces to allow castration

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A Cautionary tale …or…. A   Nice  Little  Earner…….

Today was moving day. I was packing up my clinic in the outer 
suburbs of Chicago for the last time. My new Mercedes stood out 
side  , I was on the way up.

It all started when a young man came into my surgery looking a 
little sheepish but obviously in some pain. His scrotum was swollen 
to about 3 or 4 times its normal size and the testes were near to 
bursting. The skin was ulcerated and suppurating. I took swabs 
,applied antibiotics and made him as comfortable as possible. The 
Lab results came through in a couple of days showing he had a nasty 
fungal infection , probably picked up whilst on holiday in 
Columbia. A couple of calls and I knew exactly what to use to cure 
it. 

I was just reading up the details as he called in to say that he 
had to see me at once. When he arrived at the clinic he begged me 
to castrate him to stop the pain. I examined him carefully, I could 
probably save at least one ball  but he was in a nasty mess. What 
the heck I enjoyed  removing balls so I agreed that the only course 
was a complete castration. An hour later I had my cheque , and a 
long-term patient buying hormone patches from me.

Out of curiosity I carried out some research on the fungus, it was 
a real nasty one that thrived in warm damp flesh. It spread slowly 
by sending tendrils through the flesh . These manufactured a toxin 
that killed the cells around them but didn’t send the toxin into 
the rest of the body. I could stop the fungus with the right mix of 
drugs and treatment with no problem at all. Suddenly I had a vision 
of a succession of men with the need to be castrated and what a 
nice little earner that would be. If only I could get  a few more 
crutches infected. It was later that night I worked out how to do 
it. Next morning I ordered a consignment of gold rings with captive 
beads, the sort most commonly used by body  piercers for genital 
piercing. When they arrived I  burned a little pit in each one with 
my medical laser, just a pins point of a dip. I  put a dab of the 
fungus into it and covered it over with wax, you couldn’t even see 
the mark. The gun was loaded.

I called the piercing studio in town and said I needed to see the 
piercer on a public health matter. Needless to say he was slightly 
worried when I turned up to talk to him. I told him I had seen a 
rash of clients of his , all of whom had nasty infections. I was 
not going to report it yet but would help him by taking his stock 
of rings , instruments etc for analysis. He agreed to let me have 
things for a day, to run tests etc. The following day I returned 
everything ( having substituted my infected rings for his) and told 
him I had found his clamps had been the source of infection. We 
worked out a new sterilisation routine and parted the best of 
friends.

It was only a week later when he called me, to say he had a client 
with an infection, and had referred her to me. This was a turn up, 
I hadn’t expected it to be a girl. It wasn’t, it was a middle aged 
housewife with a nasty swollen inner labia, the swelling had spread 
from a new piercing. I could have cured it with one injection but I 
was curious to see what the fungus would do to a fanny. I carefully 
inspected her fanny and said I needed to take a little swab , and 
so by pricking the surface transferred the fungus to each lip and 
to her clitoris. I told her to shave and keep shaved her pubic area 
and gave her a totally ineffective blue dyed  lotion to paint on 
her private parts. It was just for amusement, it made me smile to 
think the little town was soon going to have 50 people with bright 
blue private parts.

By the time she came back next week I had seen 2 others, one a male 
, with the same infections. My income was rising. I saw this lady 
every week for six weeks , during which the labia got progressively 
more swollen and ulcerated. At first the condition was painful but 
then as more and more nerves were destroyed it was less painful  
but the swelling was extreme. I was particularly fascinated by her 
clitoris. It became 2 or 3 times its original size  before bursting 
open. Week 7 was the turning point, she asked me to remove the 
diseased flesh if it would help cure her. An hour later I had my 
cheque and she had no more genital lips or clitoris, just a nice 
neatly sewn fanny. She was the first of about 20 women that I was 
able to circumcise and in some cases sew up their fannies.

The first male who presented himself had a new ring in his penis 
and a nice case of the fungus. I carefully treated his penis for 
about six weeks, until it split open in just the way the girls 
clitori also burst. By the time he begged me to cut it off for him 
it had become a stinking ulcerated mess. Half of it had gone in 
suppurating sores so it was no great deal to trim off the rest. But 
he had paid for about 15 weeks of treatment before the final 
surgical bill.

The teenager who presented himself with a problem to his scrotum 
from a new piercing I already knew as a patient so he trusted me to 
cure his little problem.
He was a nice kid so I controlled the pain for him but also 
controlled the rate of degeneration so that I would have lots of 
time to study the progress of the fungus in male genitalia. For the 
first few weeks the fungus stayed in the skin of the scrotum, 
ulcerating and making it swell up. Eventually it passed into the 
testes and the fun really started. Once into the balls it only took 
2 days until the swelling started to hurt. With out pain control 
most men would be in so much pain after a week that they would do 
anything to get rid of their balls. By controlling the pain I could 
let the fungus spread to the mass of tubes etc which in turn 
swelled and then ulcerated. Before the fungus went up into the body 
cavity I always operated.

The outbreak took place over about 6 months in all. It was only 
when it was nearly over that I solved the challenge I had set 
myself at the start, namely how to infect both my female and male 
staff. Jean I finally got by persistently putting fungus on the 
sanitary towels in the staff toilet. I noticed one morning she was 
looking worried, and sure enough a few days later she came to me to 
say she had the fungus. I assured her if we worked at it hard we 
could avoid the worst of the problems. She was to be treated by me 
every morning until the infection was over. Next and every morning 
from then on she presented herself on the table with a freshly 
shaved and blue painted fanny for me to inspect. I let the lips 
swell up before treating them as I enjoyed watching her mince 
around the clinic in obvious discomfort. Each day I gave her little 
injections in the labia to control the fungus whilst I left it to 
develop in her clitoris. I also used to flush out her vagina with a 
stinging douche. I debated whether to infect her breasts but felt 
that what I had in mind was enough.

Eventually the state of her clitoris was such that there was 
nothing left to cut off , only a messy area to clean up. I was able 
to “cure” her by cauterising the area right down to the bone so 
that all trace of her clitoris was destroyed. Time for the last  
bit. I knew by now her menstrual cycle pretty well so I knew 
exactly when the vaginal wash out  had to be my semen. As I flushed 
it into her I knew I had extracted my revenge on a prissy little 
nurse.

I wanted Peters balls as my final trophy. He was a very careful 
technician and I just could not find a way to get the fungus into 
his genitals. I never did find a way whilst in Chicago.



One particularly obnoxious boy I managed to keep in pain for nearly 
3 months before removing both balls and penis. Usually I took about 
2 months to get them to the point of begging me to operate. In most 
cases I removed cock and balls at the same time and got well paid 
for my fun. I had infected 50 rings and had seen 45 patients all of 
whom had ended in surgery. It was time to move on to a better class 
of neighbourhood in some other town . I was going to move to 
California as the fashion for piercing seems to be well established 
there.

Peter offered to come with me as he liked the work so all was not 
yet lost, I will get his balls eventually. As I drove to the 
sunshine I mused on my state of wealth. I had just bought a very 
large house and a share in a vineyard so my ready cash was pretty 
low. I knew I had to get a move on to earn some more bucks so I 
spent part of the journey reviewing my knowledge of nipples and 
breasts. There was definitely scope for expansion in California!