Dad came down a few minutes later carrying David by the neck. I mean, his feet weren't touching the floor, even though he was kicking a little. Dave was also pretty naked, except for some laundry pins on his nipples and some strawberry jelly dripping from his anus. My mom was right behind them, looking worried, and when she saw me she demanded an explanation!

"I demand an explanation, young lady!"

Daddy made a face and asked me where I wanted him.

"Right on the table, Daddy. There's some straps there. Just, uh, secure his ankles and wrists, and belt his stomach...But not too tight. He needs to breathe," I said and Daddy nodded. It was real easy for him.

"W-What are you doing? No...please! I-I'm sorry...I thought you said it was okay to fuck your wife! I'm sorry!"

"Shhhhh..." I told Dave and picked up the gas mask, fitting it over his face and grabbing my stethoscope. "I want you to count slowly backwards for me...100...99...98..."

"...98...please...97...96...Bambi...95..." Dave at least was counting and that seemed to calm him down. Along with the anesthesia of course.

"I said I want an explanation!" My mom was still there, naturally. Pretty naked too, glistening with perspiration and she had semen in her hair, but I didn't say anything.

"It's for my Science Fair project, Mom..." I busied myself with scrubbing up.

"What project? What are you doing? You'd better tell me, Bambi..."

"Chrissie, shut up will ya? Can't you see the girl's busy doing her homework?" Daddy stared at her. "What were you doing fucking a kid like that for anyway? I mean, Jesus! You're the president of the PTA for crying out loud."

"Oh! And you're one to talk! She gets it from you!" Mom turned around and left so Daddy and I just looked at each other and giggled. Well, I giggled, he laughed. Mom always thought Daddy was doing me. We'd long ago given up on denying it, all I ever did was jerk him off sometimes after work. He deserved it and I didn't mind. I love my daddy!

"You need me to stick around?" Daddy didn't like seeing blood, I knew, and I shook my head. He probably didn't want to see his own fourteen-year-old daughter performing a penectomy either.

"Nah. It's a real simple procedure. An hour, I think, open and closed."

"Okay, uh...well...I guess I'll have to go upstairs and grease your mama's can. I don't care what she says, that kid didn't have a clue what he was doin'...That boy coulda hurt himself the way he was hanging upside down with his tongue stuck up her ass like that!" He walked off chuckling. "He oughta be thankin us!"

I nodded, retrieving some glucose and a bag of plasma from the fridge. I was gonna start an IV and I knew Daddy didn't want to see that! He was going to go fuck my mom within an inch of her life. My Daddy is big, like I said, and Mom just liked to make trouble so he'd sort of punish her with it, you know? I never really understood their relationship very much. But one thing I was sure of, David and I would have a very, very different one than theirs!

I filmed it all of course, and had my microphone turned on, dictating my procedures and observations. I hate forgetting stuff and I was going to need to write several articles, probably. Removal of the penis is actually very easy. Most people think it's difficult, some huge operation requiring ten hands and six hours, but really, one person with a decent medical background and good facilities can do it in less time than it took me to write this down for you.

My biggest concern wasn't the removal of that useless ugly appendage; it was the proper insertion of the hardware into his muscle tissue and then the grafting of the bioware with his nervous system. I'd had to modify some very delicate microchips and I wished I had a better surgiscope, but I made do. The chips were so small they'd barely show up on a general x-ray, someone would have to be looking for them and I was pleased with the results. I'd struggled a bit with wiring, since I did need approximately 3cm of antenna, but I was able to solve that with the surgical tubing I was using for his urethras. I attached a filament of surgical steel, about the diameter of a human hair to the tube, using a milligram of Thorium to cauterize the materials. This would be in close enough proximity to the microchips that the desired signal would be inferred by the electromagnetic field produced.

All in all, the whole thing took a little more than 90 minutes and that included making Dave's now very smooth crotch as beautiful as I could. I even designed a little check valve for his bladder recess and sculpted it under the microscope, so when he used it, his pee would come out in nicely uniform stream, not some random all over messy spray! I thought he looked quite attractive already and after a few weeks, perhaps a month, when his scars healed, it would look like he'd never even had a penis! It made me excited just looking at him...sexually excited! And I couldn't wait to experiment with him!

Dave took some time to get used to his new condition. My parents spoke to his parents...well, back up. My daddy and I spoke to my mom. She was really quite surprised at first, and didn't want to believe it until she saw Dave sleeping peacefully in my bed. Where a few hours before a long hard straight cock had been, there was now only a smooth bit of skin, swollen and discolored of course, a little bruised and red, but it would heal very well in my expert opinion. Mom looked at his bladder recess; I suppose pee-hole is easier, which also served as his ejaculate-hole, since I'd left Dave's balls attached. I like balls. A penis never did a whole lot for me, but testicles...mmmm... There's something about those I've always liked! And Dave had nice ones too. Low hanging, heavy, plum sized balls in a soft wrinkled sack that smelled wonderful! Manly and musky...sexy! So he had his balls hanging there, below a blank empty smooth bit of body, and I was in love!

Mom too, once she was used to it! Especially when I told her the secret that was going to win me the Science Fair!

"Why did you leave his balls?" she finally asked. "He would look so nice if he was completely smooth!" Mom was rubbing herself a little.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I thought about pushing them up, into his pelvis, and doing some reconstruction on his scrotum, you know, making him totally smooth. But I kind of like the effect. No penis, just a pair of balls hanging there."

"They are very pretty," she agreed.

My Daddy just grunted. "Seen one pair, you seen em all."

"Oh, you have pretty balls too, dear!" Mom smiled and hugged him, kissing his chest and rubbing his bulging...never mind.

"Anyway, I need to leave the testes because I'm going to observe Dave and measure the psychological and physical effects of not being able to ejaculate. I mean, he'll still be producing testosterone, among other things, and sperm obviously, but it won't have any recourse to expression."

"Huh?" Daddy looked at me.

"He won't cum, dear." Mom giggled.

"Nope! He won't. Not unless I tell his body to ejaculate. I've used some technology, fairly simple technology really, to control the muscles that permit Dave's testes to expel sperm. I couldn't completely isolate them from his nervous system of course, but I think I've inhibited them enough to prevent any nocturnal emissions."

"Wet dreams," Mom whispered to Daddy before he could ask.

"And, just in case, I have an off switch that sends a constant relaxation signal to those particular muscles, so even if his subconscious did try to have a wet dream..." I smiled at Daddy. "Well, nothing would happen."

"Hmmm..." Daddy rubbed his crotch thoughtfully. "And you're tellin' me you love this guy, huh?"

"Of course!" I laughed. "Anyway, that same technology allows me to give him orgasm anytime I want. As often as I want too!" I giggled. "He won't even know when it's coming, no pun intended."

"How do you do that, Bambi?" Mom asked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully and glancing at Daddy.

"Oh! I have a little remote control." I held it up. "Runs off AAA batteries."

"Ohhhh..." she giggled.

"That boy's gonna be in living hell!" Daddy shook his head.

"No dear, believe me! I've seen that boy in bed...He'll love it!" Mom told him. "And besides, he's going to be our son-in-law, so you might as well get used to the boy. No teasing him because he doesn't have a dick!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Daddy sighed. "Well, if my baby's gotta get married, I guess this is for the best...at least I don't have to imagine him dipping his wick in my baby's pie!"

Like I said, my parents talked to Dave's parents. My fiancé was still asleep, of course, as I thought it would be better to keep him out for a full day and then wake him slowly to the realization of what I'd done. My future in-laws took it well, the mother did anyway. She didn't think there was really anything to get in a fuss over, but Dave's dad was a little harder to win over. He was thinking about calling a lawyer, of all things, maybe even the police, but his wife talked him out of that!

"Henry!" she whispered loudly enough that we could hear her in the other room. "Now you shut right up! That little girl in there did us a favor! Dave's going to marry a young woman who is beautiful, smart, and tough enough to get what she wants! Now, there just aren't a whole lot of us around, do you understand me? If Dave had his way he'd be sticking his babymaker into every girl he happened to meet at the bus stop! And probably marry some exotic dancer named Buffy! Or worse! Now don't you ruin his chances for happiness, do you understand me?"

"But..."

"Don't you but me, Henry! I run this family, not you! Now get in there and smile and tell those nice people how happy you are to share in our children's happiness! Or so help me, Henry, I'll have you strapped down and de-balled so fast you'll wonder if your watch broke!"

"Yes, darling."

"That's better!"

I had no idea Dave's mom was so tough! She sounded a lot like my dad, actually, and I knew I was going to like her a lot! I told her...

"If, uh, you ever do want to castrate your husband...I can do it," I offered with a smile. "No charge or anything."

"Oh, you're a sweet girl, Bambi!" She hugged me and smiled. "Is next week good for you?"

Telling Dave was going to be tough, I knew. But luckily my mom and Dave's mom were there with me, to give both of us some much needed support and help soothe Dave's concerns about being a man without a penis! It was actually about a week later. I'd kept him doped up and really wanted to make sure he was healing okay, since seeing scar tissue can be difficult for a patient. Of course, he hadn't been unconscious the whole time and he'd wondered why he had a catheter coming through all the bandages, but he figured that at least still meant he had a penis. I didn't tell him otherwise until I had to.

Dave didn't say anything for a long time. He just looked at himself while I held up the mirror and smiled hopefully at him. I really wanted him to appreciate the effort I put into it! This wasn't some emergency room hack job. I'd studied the latest reconstructive surgery techniques and even spent $42,000 of my own money on the laser I'd used. Of course, it was an older model, but I'd picked it up from a hospital in the Ukraine and had to be worth ten times what I'd paid for it, at least! The hospital over there needed penicillin more than they needed a laser though and 42 grand paid for a lot of medicine.

After Dave stared for awhile he looked at his mother. "Mommy?" He was crying a little. "Am I still a boy?"

"Of course you're still a boy, dear!" His mom rushed over and they hugged. "Your father isn't..." she giggled, "...but you are."

My mom and I shared a little grin, since she'd assisted me with the operation. So had Dave's mom, even though castrations are really super easy! They'd wanted to help though, and...you know, we were all gonna be family soon anyway.

"What?" Dave stared at his mom, not understanding what she'd just said.

"I said yes, you're a man! You still have your balls, and you're going to give me some grandchildren! Lots of them! Understand me?" His mom looked at Dave sternly. Giving him a little tough love.

Dave looked at me and I could see he was nervous. He didn't know what to say or how to feel. That was okay though, I figured that my psychiatry degree would pay for itself with our happiness. Well...it hadn't cost me anything anyway, but you know what I mean. Dave would soon learn to love me as much as I loved him, I was sure. And with all that testosterone and no relief, I thought he'd make one heck of a football player too! But first…There was the small matter of the Science Fair to win!

I let Dave recuperate while I went to work on our displays. I needed to be able to explain quickly and graphically exactly what our project was about. This wasn't really all that hard. Daddy was a big help and it was his idea to use the three 72" Hi-Definition plasma panels I'd gotten from a yard sale at Boston College to illustrate the medical procedure. I have to admit, it looked pretty flashy when it was all set up. One panel ran the film of the procedure with my original narration, cleaned up a little and displayed as subtext rather than a voiceover.

Another panel showed the workings of the male reproductive system. It looked sort of cartoonish in my opinion, but Daddy liked it a lot. He said it was easy to understand and now he knew what the hell I was talking about, kind of. The third panel, I used to illustrate our long term goal of studying the effects of prolonged orgasm denial on a human male. It was basically my application for the research grant I was going to ask for, but in less detail. I really didn't think it was interesting enough compared to the other two panels, but it met the criteria, I think.

And of course, the best part would be Dave himself. Daddy built a revolving stage for him to stand on. People would naturally want to see our project live and in person. During the actual judging, I would bring Dave to orgasm several times to prove the functionality of our project and demonstrate the application of all our hard work. I was sure they'd be impressed. The booth on our right was a model of the solar system made with Styrofoam balls and turned by a geared bicycle chain. On our left, some kids were building a model of Mt. St. Helens and using vinegar, baking soda, and red food coloring to simulate lava flow. I rolled my eyes when I heard about that one. Anyway, I didn't envision a whole lot of competition, you know?

Convincing Dave to model on the platform in front of hundreds of fellow students, parents, teachers, reporters, and judges was going to take some doing though! I really couldn't understand his reluctance! Every time I brought the subject up he pulled the blanket over his head and cried miserably! Even his mother couldn't cheer him up! I'd really started getting worried. He was healing just fine, of course, I was even planning on doing a little more surgery, just some lasing of his epidermis really, to eliminate the small scars that I hadn't been able to avoid during the operation. He'd look perfect after that and his picture would be in text books for years to come! But he just cried.

"Dave?"

This was our last chance. Dave's mom had convinced her husband to talk to their son. I sure hope it worked!

"Dave, uh…" He coughed a little. "Now you listen to me, son. You, uh…need to listen to your mother. And…" He glanced at me and swallowed nervously.

I had his balls in a little glass jar. Dave's mom wanted them in a snow globe paperweight thing for her desk at work and I hadn't had a chance to do that yet. Not that it would have taken long, but she was very understanding anyway. Lawyers know how the more important things have to take precedence over our selfish desires.

"Well, son...You need to get out of this bed and stop moping around. You, uh…put your dick on the chopping block for this project and you sure don't want to see all that hard work go to waste!" He was looking down and I didn't think he sounded very convincing.

"That's easy for you to say, Dad!" Dave whined and I rolled my eyes. "She didn't…didn't…didn't cut of your dick!"

"No, she didn't cut that off, but…uh…You're right about that, son. Just remember, having a dick doesn't make a man!" His wife was prodding him, whispering in his ear. "Uh…Balls make a man, trust me. And you got some big ones there."

Dave didn't say anything for a minute and I didn't think it was going to work.

"You don't know what it's like! S-She cut off my dick! You…You don't know, Dad!"

"Now ahhhh...son…" He bowed his head a little, "...I do know a little something about it and uh, well…she loves you. That's why Bambi did it. You might not understand that right now, but you have to believe me on this…Everybody in this room loves you and…"

"Everyone else will laugh at me!" Dave almost yelled. "And how would you know anyway?"

"Look here, son…Come on, get your head of there and stop hiding." Dave's dad started undoing his trousers. "Take a look at this..."

I'd done a pretty nice job, I thought, for my first castration. He was totally smooth underneath that rather useless penis. No scars at all either, I'd cleaned him up very nicely and I never got tired of inspecting the man. Oh, sure…I saw one or two small blemishes, but nobody else would notice them, not in a hundred years. I was just being overly critical of my work, as usual.

"D-Dad?" Dave stared at the empty place between his father's legs were his plump little balls had once been. "What happened?" He sat up a little straighter, which I took as a good sign.

"Well, your mother and I…" His wife gave him a little kick in the shin. "Your mother...decided that I didn't really need those pesky testicles anymore so she, uh…she asked Bambi to remove them and…" his wife was whispering a little more, "..and I'm glad she did, son, because now…now I don't have to compete with her like I used to. I can, um, relax and be the faithful, loyal, loving husband I should have been all these years."

"But…" Dave stared at him.

"No buts! I'm...s-sorry I let my balls get in the way of so much happiness and, well…I'm not really a man anymore, son. Not like your mother needs so…" she kicked him again. "There will be some…er, changes…but don't you worry about that right now. The important thing is that you still have your balls and you have a woman who loves you. Who needs you, son, and that's all any man could ask for in this world! Now you, uh…you get on out of there and hold your head up high. Don't worry about those other people. Believe me, when they see how happy you and Bambi are, why they'll wish they'd thought of it first!"

Wow! I almost started clapping after that little speech! I figured if that didn't do the trick, nothing would! Dave's mom gave her husband a smile and a little rub between his legs, telling him he was a good little eunuch and he could give her a foot massage later. That seemed to please him quite a lot and I was really glad I'd been able to make them so happy with just a couple swipes of my scalpel.

Dave almost smiled as he looked at me, but kind of a questioning smile, I thought. "I love you, David," I assured him. "Please trust me, okay? I only want what's best for us, for both of us."

"I, um…I love you too, Bambi," he replied softly and I felt my heart do a little flutter. "I just…I mean, all those people and…"

"Oh never mind them!" I giggled. "All those people will be looking at you in amazement! Especially the girls! But don't let that go to your head now!" I warned him sternly, but with a genuine smile too. "You're my man, nobody else's! They can look but they can't touch!"

Dave swallowed hard, but he nodded, being so brave! "Alright, Bambi. I'll…I'll do it as long as you're with me. I'll do it."

And he did too! He looked so strong up there, going slowly around in a circle while all of our friends and classmates stared at him. Oh, there were a few giggles, and some of the boys seemed to turn a little pale…In fact, there weren't a whole lot of boys who looked for more than a few seconds. The girls though, I really needed to keep an eye on them and I was glad Daddy was there! He'd appointed himself my official booth security guard and he kept all those oohing and ahhing teenage high school girls on their toes, let me tell you! He even took a few of them into the backroom for a good spanking or two! A real good spanking, I figured with some satisfaction, as those bad girls always came back out a little red-faced, breathless, and bowlegged!

When the judges came by, taking notes on their clipboards, I gave them my presentation while they looked up at David's smooth unspoiled crotch with his two big balls hanging there all by themselves. There were three judges and I doubted if any of them were truly qualified to judge my project. I mean, one was an electrical engineer, so he could appreciate some of the technical aspects, but the other two…a florist or something with a degree in paleontology? And a local television personality with huge hair and a degree in meteorology? Come on, please! I tried to use small words and pointed at the graphics a lot.

The best part though, the part that had drawn the crowd, came when I demonstrated my remote ability to exercise Dave's ejaculation response! He had a good month's worth of sperm and I hoped it would be enough, even with the high protein diet and supplements I'd put him on…I really wanted to put on a show! I'd done some very rough calculations on the probable force of his ejaculation, but I wouldn't really know the extent of his abilities until I measured the PSI of his ejaculate…I'd measured Daddy's, a couple times, just for something to compare Dave's results with. It wasn't ideal, considering the differences in their relative physiques, but I thought it would be enough for the judges to get a clue.

"Okay! Stand back, please!" I smiled as I held up the remote control. "Are you ready, David?" I had cameras and a variety of measuring devices aimed at him, and of course I had an old fashioned measuring tape handy and a couple volunteers to use it...my best friends, Julie and Jennifer. They'd worn matching thong bikinis and rabbit ears because Julie had been to an auto show once and all she wanted to be when she grew up was a booth babe or something.

"Betting's closed!" My Daddy was saying. He'd painted a bull's eye on the floor and I'd tried to ignored his little betting pool on how far David would shoot.

"I'm ready, Bambi," Dave nodded and closed his eyes.

"Now...Please remember, this is after only 32 days without ejaculation and with absolutely zero physical or emotional stimulation!" I would have preferred to isolate him completely, since I was quite sure having a large crowd of adoring young females posing for him had to have some influence, but the judges didn't seem to notice this discrepency. Amatuers.

My remote had only three buttons, the original two: 'ON' and 'OFF' of course. But also I'd added a 'PULSE' mode, which I thought should simulate more accurately the spasmodic release of semen in a normal male. But I wasn't going to use that button, not for my first demonstration.

I thumbed the ON button and several people, mostly girls, suddenly gasped as David arched his back and the little opening in the smooth soft flesh where his penis had once been released a long jet of his creamy sperm arcing through the air! It landed nearly twelve feet away, puddling on the floor only inches from the center of Daddy's bull's eye and I glanced at him, but Daddy just shrugged. Dave groaned loudly and his eyes were tightly shut and he looked amazingly happy. I let him cum for a good 30 seconds before I turned it off and he immediately relaxed, catching his breath and smiling as a little rivulet of semen ran down to his balls.

One girl from school, a cute blonde named Sandy Jordan, jumped onto the stage and licked the cream off, tonguing my boyfriend's sperm drooling hole before Daddy could grab her! I shook my head, there was always one! I just smiled as Daddy took her to the backroom for a spanking...I knew he'd show her what happened to thirteen-year-old sperm lickers who couldn't control themselves around other people's boyfriends!

I waited until the cheering died down and the crowd returned its full attention on David before I hit the PULSE button. I really wanted to test that one too, and I was gratified to see his sperm shooting out in a series of rapid spurts, each of them approximately a second long with a 500 millisecond delay between them. It was quite nice, I thought, and after a dozen spurts I turned it off. I should have warned Dave about that one though, he hadn't been expecting it at all and the experience left him a little dazed, I thought. But he told me later it had felt pretty wonderful!

I held David's hand as we accepted our awards. He'd never won anything before, at least nothing that required mental effort, just sports junk. A nice professor from Cal-Tech offered us a research grant and Dave was almost accepting that too, but I snatched it out of his hand.

"Funds…facilities…staff…" I shook my head and giggled, their numbers were totally inadequate! "I'm sorry, Professor, but I'm not sure you've considered all of our requirements…"

"What?" he blinked at me, a little puffy the way academics are sometimes. "I assure you, Dr. Pavageau, we are very dedicated to your project…"

"My boyfriend wants to play football," I told him with a shake of my head. I looked at David. "Does Cal-Tech have a football team?"

"I dunno," he shrugged. "USC does."

I smiled brightly and gave the papers back to the professor. "They have a medical school too. I guess we'll wait for USC to call. Thank you!"

Actually we ended up at the University of Minnesota, which was a much better deal! They gave David a full scholarship and he even started for the Gophers in the Rose Bowl his senior year! He was the very first player without a dick to ever to win the Heisman Trophy and the National Championship in the same year! Of course, he had four years of sperm built up too! His testosterone levels were off the chart by that time! Dave really was unstoppable! His nickname was 'Dickless' naturally enough, and he had his own cheering section, full of sexy college women holding up signs that said stuff like "GO DICKLESS!" and "YOU DON'T NEED A DICK TO SCORE (with me!)"

It all seemed kind of cute and I liked to sit in the cheering section because all the other women treated me so nice. A couple of the girls even asked me to help them with some 'little problems' they had with their boyfriends, and of course who was I to say no? I'd really forgotten how much fun college could be, or maybe not...It had been a lot different as a nine-year-old, obviously. I was 15 when David and I had arrived and they treated me almost like a real person, even though I was a professor and had to give lectures once in awhile, even teach a couple courses. But really, that's what grad students are for anyway.

"Dave! Dickless Dave! You've just won the National Championship! What are you going to do now?" some reporter was asking.

"I'm gonna get married!" Dave grinned and gave the camera a big thumbs up mouthing the words 'I LOVE YOU, BAMBI' I was so proud of him!

We were married that same night! It really was the best day of our lives, up to that point. I mean...The football championship thingy, marriage…and finally I was going to get pregnant! Right there in our honeymoon bed! Oh! The miracles of science! It had been a long, long wait for both of us.

I wore a very sexy red bit of silky lingerie that Mom had given me. Like a tiny camisole and matching thong. I'd just gotten married and I wanted to consummate it so badly! We'd had sex before, of course, but only oral sex…just Dave worshipping my body really. That had started when I was still just 14 and I wasn't sure my Daddy would have approved if he hadn't known David's dick was safely encased in Lucite. I'd turned his cock into a nice paperweight for my desk at the university, nine inches high, six inches in diameter…The base was weighted and rounded slightly, so it would wobble if I gave it a little push. But that cock wouldn't fall down! It was cute and quite the conversation piece, let me tell you! It also reminded freshmen that I had no time for questions. None. If I'd wanted freshmen to ask me questions, I'd have given them some. Sophomores could ask one. But it had better be a pretty damn good question too! And they had to get it out of their shocked stuttering little mouths before my penis paperweight stopped wobbling!

Anyway, those times when we did it…David liked to start on my boobs and work his way around and down first. Making me shiver all over as my nipples hardened, and then he'd kiss down my back, down to my perfect ass, worshipping it, licking and sucking every little centimeter of me and then, after I'd already cum a couple times usually, Dave went to work on my pussy. He was so good at it! Believe me, four years of nothing but oral from a guy who is going literally insane with the need to orgasm is the very best! His tongue was so strong and talented now, I swear! If the other girls ever found out...

Afterwards, I usually had a special treat for him too! A strap-on dildo that I'd modeled on his own big dick before I'd mounted it! Pretty neat huh? I'd made a mold of Dave's penis and gotten some guys at the university to build it for me. It was made of some very advance synthetic materials I'd developed for Du Pont, similar to rubber in composition, but much cleaner, much more pliable and realistic. They were using it for the latest in prosthetic devices…so I just had them make a prosthetic penis! I loved fucking Dave with his own cock! It tickled his prostate and really made him squirm, begging me to give him an orgasm…but of course I never did! That would have spoiled my research completely!

And, of course, I had never let Dave use it on me! I mean, we hadn't been married before, and I hadn't been 18 of course, so I was still a total virgin for him on our wedding night! I thought that was the most romantic thing in the world, even though my mom just thought I was crazy. I hoped Dave appreciated my sacrifice! I had a couple grad students, Paul and Peter, they were twins and oh my God! I knew they were dying to get in my panties and a couple times I thought I was really going to lose it and give in…But I didn't and I managed to talk them into getting castrated. It was the only way I could keep them on my staff, you know? Avoid the tension of temptation. I told them…

"It's me or your balls, gentlemen!" Of course, what are balls compared to making medical history? So I started a policy of never taking on assistants with testicles. If someone wants to work in my lab…He had to give them up and after four years, well...I had the biggest collection of balls in North America! Some woman in Japan had more, but they're kinda weird over there anyway.

I changed that policy the day after our wedding though! I mean, I wasn't a virgin anymore then, right? And I explained to Dave that a woman has needs, you know. Even a woman madly in love with her husband, like me!

On our wedding night though, I had a real present for my husband! A strap-on dildo made just for him and once again modeled on his original penis. This one was different though! It had a plug that would fit seamlessly into his pee-hole and a bit of surgical tubing ran up to the tip, so when he ejaculated, Dave's cum would shoot right out of his penis! And right into my waiting womb! I'd created a couple very small reduction systems inside it though, just to reduce the pressure to manageable levels! I didn't want to hurt myself when he came after four long years! I was so excited to try it out and so was my brand new husband, believe me!

But first!

"David, honey…" I smiled, standing there in my see-through nightie and my lacy thong. "Before we can do it…" I held up the new and improved strap-on with an impish grin. "We need to do some other things."

"Like what?" Dave was taking off his socks, sitting on the bed, and he'd already removed his tuxedo and boxers. "It's been four years, Bambi…It's our wedding night! I love you…everything else can wait!"

"Ahhh-ah-ah-ah!" I backed up waving my finger. "Not everything, honey buns. We need to do something first, or those four years will be ruined!"

"What?" He shook his head, pleading with me for an explanation.

"Well, I need to remove one of your testicles." I saw the look of absolute unhappiness on his handsome face and hurried on. "I need to measure the amount of sperm inside it...prior to ejaculation," I stressed. "And I need to dissect it and see how it's matured in the last four years, comparing it to a normal, unaltered male of similar age and background. I found those seminary students for my control group, remember? Father Habiger is going to let me take his left nut tomorrow, but I need yours tonight, see?"

He stared at me.

"And uh, well, frankly I'm going to need to drain some sperm from the other testicle. I won't remove all of it, I need a baby! But um, just oh…maybe 2cc's of so, not much at all, believe me. And your balls are so large now, so swollen…Honestly dear, you have a lot of sperm in there."

They were big too! Like lemons and I was really going to take a lot more than a measly 2cc's out of that bad boy! But I didn't want Dave to worry…losing 6 or even 8cc's of sperm from his last remaining testicle would have sounded like an awful lot to him! I figured he'd still have about 2-4 more where that came from though!

"Drain?" David stared at me.

"With a needle, yeah. I'll draw the sperm off and preserve it. I need to put it directly into a cryo-chamber, like a freezer, that will store your sperm indefinitely, preserving very nearly 100% viability! That way I can get pregnant again someday!"

"But why?…We could just do it…again, you know…all the time, can't we?" Poor Dave looked so confused!

"Oh! No, dear. Tomorrow we start phase two!"

"Phase two?" he cringed.

"Uh-huh! I was meaning to tell you, um…We got another grant for a six year study on long term orgasm denial. We'll compare those results with our previous study and…" I smiled and shrugged.

I didn't want to tell him that at the end of those six years I'd have to dissect his other ball, and of course I wouldn't be able to allow him to ejaculate before I did it either. This would be the last night of his whole life that my husband would be able to cum like a man. Sorta. I was glad he hadn't figured that out right away, it would be easier to tell him afterwards. At least he'd get to make love to me once, breaking the hymen I'd so carefully saved for only him, and impregnating me…even if he couldn't really feel it. But how much feeling did a penis really have anyway?

I made a mental note to find out.

"Six years?" Dave's gasp brought me back. He really needed some good news!

"Hey! I bought you a Ferrari! A red one!" I hoped that would make him feel better but he only gave me a tiny tear stained smile.

"Thanks Bambi," he whispered.

"Oh! You're welcome, dear! So..." I smiled brightly and clapped my hands. My eunuch assistants, Peter and Paul, emerged from the adjoining hotel suite, pushing a cart laid out with my surgical instruments towards our bridal bed. I figured I'd just do it there. "Are you ready, honey buns? The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we get to make a baby!"

Okay...I'm officially done with this story!

The End