Thursday arrived! 

Steve had taken the day off, in fact he’d taken a week off, since he figured he’d probably be a little sore, judging from the information pamphlets Becky had given me. He was nervous too, I could see it. He hadn’t slept well at all that night and he'd had way too much coffee that morning. He couldn’t sit down for more than 10 minutes…It was sort of driving me crazy, so I was glad when it was time to go. 

“Are you uh…are you sure about this, Rachael?” Steve was asking me in the car. He was driving about half the posted speed limit and I told him he’d better step on it. 

“I’m sure I love you.” I smiled. “I’m sure I want to save our marriage. Don’t you?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded quickly. “Oh yeah, but uh, I mean this doctor…I mean maybe a second opinion…” 

“A second opinion?” I laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’re being silly.” 

As soon as we walked in the office I could tell Steve was unhappy. He looked around like a caged animal, even when Becky walked over to greet us; he barely looked at her, which was definitely strange since she was wearing a nurse's uniform that must have come from a BDSM catalog.

“Hi!” She bubbled over with cheer. “You must be Steve! I’m Becky and today, I’m going to prepare you for surgery! Won’t that be fun! We’re going to wash your balls and your big ol’ penis, and shave and everything! I’m even going to have to drain some of that sperm out of there, if that’s okay with you, Rachael…I know some wives like to do that themselves.” 

I shook my head. “No, please…be my guest.” 

“Oh goody! Steve, you just sign this for me…” Steve signed without really reading anything. “And this…And this…and right here…and initial this this this and this…Great! Now come right this way…and be a good boy and you’ll get a sucker, okay?” She giggled. 

A sucker yeah…I thought with a groan.

“Rachael, uh…” Steve was looking at me and I just kissed him and gave him a little push. 

“You just go along now, Steve and remember…This is for us, honey.” 

He nodded and I knew he was overwhelmed by it all. His fight or flight instinct was kicking in and I really hoped he would do neither because Dr. Allison had seemed pretty happy with the idea of doing Steve without any pain killer.

Dr. Allison came along and found me a minute later. “Hi Rachael! Mmmm…you look beautiful today! Becky has your husband?” 

I nodded. “Yeah she said she was going to wash him an drain his sperm off, or something.” 

“Yeah, that’s right. Would you like to watch?” She looked at her watch. “We have time.” 

“Oh, um…I don’t know.” The idea of watching bubbly Becky drain my husband’s balls didn’t sound appealing, but Dr. Allison took me by the hand and pulled me along to an observation room. It was sort of funny, because there was a window and some chairs and a speaker played all the sounds from the other room.

“Don’t worry, he can’t see us.” Dr. Allison assured me. 

“Okay, Steve, now just take off your clothes for me…that’s right…” 

I watched as Steve slowly undressed with help from Becky. She sighed, and pouted, and coaxed, and prodded, and I was sort of surprised at how she was able to get him undressed and on the little operating table. He didn’t even protest when she strapped his wrists and ankles down! 

“Becky’s very good with men.” Dr. Allison smile at me. “I found her working in Las Vegas. So much potential to do good, wasted on 20 dollar lap dances.” 

“Oh.” I shrugged. “Right.” 

“Now, let’s wash and shave those pretty balls of yours, Steve!” Becky was smiling and she gasped as my husband’s cock started to rise. “Oh! Look at you, Steve! Oh my! Whatever will we do about that?” 

Dr. Allison sat close to me and her mouth was next to my ear. “How do you like seeing your husband strapped down, Rachael?” Her hand found my right breast, squeezing me gently through my blouse. “We could do anything we wanted to him in there. He signed the releases already.” 

“But I…” I started to protest, but then Dr. Allison was kissing me and her other hand was going up, underneath my skirt to rub my pussy. All I could do was kiss her back. 

“I know what we can do, Steve!” Becky was giggling and she unzipped her dress, wriggling out of it so she stood in white fishnets and a lacy see through g-string, perched on 3” heels. Her breasts defied gravity and had the longest nipples I'd ever seen on a woman. “We can drain those balls now!” 

She’d shaved my husband’s crotch, everything from his balls, up to and around his cock was clean and a healthy freshly scrubbed pinkish color. It was nice and I wondered why more guys didn’t shave. 

I was leaning against the big plate of one-way glass by then. Dr. Allison had brought a surprise just for me, a 12” black dildo that she reamed my hungry pussy with, making me quiver and moan and pant like a dog. I stared through the glass as my breath fogged it up a little, watching as Nurse Becky turned to a cabinet and pulled out a large syringe. 

“Now, you stay very still Steve and this will feel really good! But if you move…” She shook her head. “It can be a little painful.” 

“Wha-What are you doing?” Steve stared at her. 

“I’m going to drain some of that sperm, silly!” Becky giggled and I groaned behind the glass. "You never know, Rachael might want a baby someday!"

“I-I thought we weren’t g-g-gonna hurt him…Ohhhh!” I was breathless as Dr. Allison had decided I needed a little fisting too. 

“Oh…He’ll be fine Rachael. Just watch!” Dr. Allison whispered from behind me and then I felt her hand inside me and I started cumming hard, forgetting all about my husband! 

“N-No…No…Please!” Steve was shaking his head. “Rachael! Rachael!” He was yelling, but I couldn’t do anything by then! I was busy grinding my pussy back on Dr. Allison’s arm. 

“Tsk-tsk-tsk…Here we go!” Becky said and I stared in shock as the woman grabbed my husband’s balls in her left hand, pulling them and squeezing them too I thought, judging from the way his whole body went rigid. “You’re going to feel a little...pinch!” Becky giggled as she pushed the needle into one of them, slowly and my husband screamed with pain!

“Ohhhh God!” I was cumming again and I pounded the glass uselessly with my fists as my whole body just convulsed around Dr. Allison’s hand. 

Becky smiled at my husband. “Shhhh…quiet now, don’t be such a big baby! This doesn’t hurt that much!” But she had that needle jammed into his testes and she pulled back the plunger, drawing pinkish white sperm into the syringe. She did it slowly until the whole thing was full. “Mmmm…Good boy, Steve! That’s 10cc’s of pure semen mostly!” 

She held it up and unscrewed the needle carefully, replacing it with some sort of cover and set the syringe in a little box marked 'cryo'. My husband was much quieter now, but his body was flushed and covered with perspiration. His cock however, hadn’t flagged at all! 

“See?” Dr. Allison had moved her mouth to my ass, licking and sucking at my anus while she fisted me to 3 or 4 good orgasms. “He liked it! They always do!” 

“Ohhhhh…” I moaned and that was the only reply I could make because then she was back down there, tongue fucking my ass with her pretty face. 

“Now...” Becky was smiling too. “You were such a good boy for me, staying all hard and everything, I’m going to give you that sucker you wanted! Okay?” She licked her lips and I could see my husband nodding, his body relaxing a little. 

“Here we go!” Becky was bending over, finding a hose with a strange looking long rubber mouth on the end of it. “Now, we just put this right on here like that…Get a good seal there...” 

“What? What are you doing…I thought…” 

“You thought I was going to…put it in my mouth?” Becky giggled. “Ewwww! Come on, Steve! This is a clinic! We don’t do that!” She leaned close and whispered. 

“No…please, uh…Becky…just…” 

“Shhh…now you be quiet now and let the sucker uh…suck…and it’ll get all that nasty man sperm out of there, okay?” She reached under the table and flipped a switch and there was a soft whirring sound. My husband immediately stiffened a little, maybe expecting pain, but I guess it felt good, because he relaxed and even smiled a little.

“See?” Becky was standing next to him with her hands on her hips. “Not so bad, is it?” 

It wasn’t bad for me either as Dr. Allison brought the dildo to my now very wet and relaxed asshole, shoving it slowly inside me so that I was trying to stand on my tip-toes from the pleasure of the painful penetration. 

“Just a little more, Rachael…” She was teasing me and her other hand was still in my pussy, twisting around so her knuckles dragged across the soft walls of my sex. “Just watch hubby in there, and think about how nice it’ll be without balls to ruin everything!” 

“Ohhhh Yessss….” I hissed. 

My husband was moaning. His back arching and his butt bouncing off the cushions on the table. “Ohhh Christ! I’m cummin…I’m cumming…Ohhhhh…” 

“Oh, yes you are Steve!” Becky clapped her hands. “Look at that!” She pointed at a glass container mounted on the wall with a hose running into it. Sperm was spraying out in short rapid jets, splashing into the bottom and it seemed like there was quite a lot of it, at least to me. 

“Ohh shit!” My husband gritted his teeth. “Turn it off…Arggh! Turn it off! It hurts…Oh shit!” 

“Oh no, Steve! We can’t turn it off…” Becky shook her head. “Not until we get all that stuff out of there!” 

“W-Why?” Steve gasped. 

“Why?” Becky shrugged. “Because when Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison, cuts off your balls we’re going to inject them with silicon, you know, so they keep their shape better. Well, actually we’ll do that just before she cuts them off, but you know what I mean.” 

“S-Silicon?” 

“Yes, silly…and then we’ll put them on a nice lacy ribbon, like a garter, you know, and give them to your wife. They look so nice like that and she’ll always have them! All the women love it…Some of them dangle them from the rear view mirrors in their cars, some use them for book markers, one women even used hers for Christmas Tree decorations! She had them plated in silver!" 

“UGGGHH!!” Steve was screaming now, but not entirely because of what that pump was doing I thought. 

“Oh!” Becky looked at the jar and it was over half full! “I think you’re done, oh my! That was a lot Steve!” She turned off the machine and my husband collapsed. 

“Ohhh my God!” I was cumming again. Dr. Allison was fucking my ass hard with that dildo and had pulled her hand from my pussy, using her mouth on me instead. It was all I could do to keep from collapsing into a puddle of girl goo on the floor. 

“Are you ready to cut your husband’s balls off, Rachael?” Dr. Allison was breathing heavily and I nodded. She pushed the dildo in a fraction deeper. “Keep that in there, we don’t want to lose it.” 

She stood up and pulled my panties up, over the bare inch of black phallus that jutted from my stuffed anus. Then she pulled my skirt down, smoothing it and smiling at me. I could barely walk!

“Good afternoon, Steve how are you feeling?” Dr. Allison walked briskly into the operating room and smiled at my husband. Becky was washing his balls, thighs, and penis, and entire pubic area with some foaming orange stuff, scrubbing him gently as he groaned. “You have his sperm?” 

Dr. Allison looked at Becky and the blonde giggled and nodded. “Yes Mistress!” She made a face. “Oops! I mean, Doctor! I put it in the freezer already and um, there’s a lot in the semen sucker, I mean the uh, jar thing over there…” She pointed. 

“Okay, well, Rachael and I will go scrub up and then we’ll cut off those balls, hmmm?” She smiled at my husband and he looked into my eyes. 

“R-Rachael…?” 

“Shhh…I’ll be right back, honey.” I told him. “You’re doing good!” I bent over and kissed him tenderly, even though Dr. Allison’s big dildo in my ass was seriously uncomfortable! 

“I bet those balls hurt, huh?” I heard Becky talking to husband. “Don’t worry, Steve, pretty soon they won’t hurt at all!” And she was smiling as she reached for another big syringe. 

We washed up and I put on a big green smock over my clothes and some thin rubber gloves over my hands. 

“Ready Rachael?” Dr. Allison smiled and kissed me, pushing her tongue between my lips. “This is the first day of the rest of your life!” She smiled and we went back into the surgery. 

“Okay um…Are you sure you want some anesthesia for your husband?” Dr. Allison looked at me, but I was distracted, watching Becky leave the room. “She’s just going to clean up.” 

“Oh, um…yeah. I mean he’s already hurting I think.” I nodded. 

“Rachael?” Steve looked up at me. “What did they do to me?” 

“What is it honey?” I asked him. 

“My balls…Oh Christ they hurt!” He was sweating. “That…girl gave me…some shots…” 

I looked at Dr. Allison. “Oh.” She smiled. “Becky just injected his testicles with a silicon compound and a hardening agent. Basically there’s some chemicals in his balls right now, sort of like epoxy cement, that are eating through the softer inner tissues. But don’t worry, the outer shell of the testes won’t be harmed at all and in an hour or so you’ll be able to bounce your husband’s balls off the floor. Very resilient stuff.” She smiled. 

Steve and I both stared at her. Steve because he’d just caught on that he was truly nullified now, even if he kept his balls attached, they were…useless. Totally! And me because…well, because they’re didn’t really seem to be a reason to castrate him anymore, did there? I mean having rubber super balls hanging there was the same thing, really, and it would even save him some little pain from the surgery and maybe even more, the humiliation of being totally ball-less. 

“Then uh, maybe we don’t really have to cut him? Right?” I looked at Dr. Allison. “I mean, no more sperm or anything…no…desire? Right?” 

“Weeeellll…” Dr. Allison shrugged. “The thing is, I mean there are possible complications from leaving his balls attached to his body. So far as his immune system is concerned your husband now has two very large tumor-like masses where his balls used to be. His body is going to try and attack it…Ummm…they really do need to come off, I'm afraid." 

“Oh.” I nodded. 

“Rachael…I…I want to go home…” He really didn’t look so good. 

“I know dear.” I stroked his cheek. “Okay, well, let’s do it.” I smiled at Dr. Allison. It would be sort of neat to see it, I thought. 

Becky returned shortly, cleaned and dressed and pushing a cart with scalpels and clamps and surgery needles and thread and scissors and stuff. Dr. Allison gave my husband a series of shots, around his groin, telling us that would deaden the nerves down there, so he wouldn’t feel a thing. I have to admit it was exciting and I was getting a little hot watching as Dr. Allison went to work. It was pretty simple really; she told me how taking a guy’s nuts was her true passion. Ever since she’d been a little girl she always wanted to castrate things. She’d started with animals, dogs mostly, Dr. Allison said. She’d grown up on a farm though, so she’d seen horses get it done too, and bulls, and even pigs, when they were newborn. Anything with balls was fair game, in her opinion, and that had include her cousin Jimmy. 

“I put the Elasticator on his balls and tightened down…” She giggled. “He was only 13 at the time and honestly, I didn’t really know I had one trapped under the band. You know they’re made for horses, the one I used, and those bands are wide and thick, compared to a boy. It popped his ball like marshmallow.” 

My husband was shaking as we listened to her.

“That’s what it felt like anyway. I mean as soon as he screamed and passed out I loosened it back up. But it was too late. I knew I was going to be in trouble” She smiled at me. “So you know what I did?” 

“No.” I was breathing hard, watching her hands as she’d made a series of incisions and just seemed to pop one of my husband’s nuts out, onto a small round plastic dish. 

“Well, I popped the other one too!” Becky laughed and nodded at Dr. Allison. “I mean, trouble is trouble, so why not have fun? I was only 14 though, so it wasn’t that bad.” She picked up a funny looking scissors. “Okay, here we go, Ummm…just cut those little cords right there…oh.” 

She glanced at Steve who was awake and alert and staring at the big mirror Becky had set up so he wouldn’t miss anything. “Did you want to say anything to your husband?” Dr. Allison shrugged. “Some wives do.” 

“Um.” I looked at Steve and snipped the scissors a couple practice times in the air. “I’m so proud of you dear. Now we’ll never have to worry again!” 

“R-Rachael…” He started saying something, but he closed his mouth abruptly when I just severed his testicle from his body, easy as cutting a bit of string, really. 

“One down Steve!” Becky smiled at him. “What a big brave boy you are! And so nice of you to do this for your wife!" 

“That’s right Becky, Steve’s a good boy now…” Dr. Allison laughed and pulled my husband’s other testicle free, holding it up in her hand. “I can feel it hard already, I love that silicon. You know, they use that stuff on space shuttle too.” She nodded. “Okay, well…Here’s one small snip for a man, and one…” Dr. Allison looked at me and raised her eyebrows. “…small snip for me too.” 

She cut off his last remaining nut and dropped it with a soft slightly mushy thud into the bowel with the other. “No big deal.” She said under her breath. “Okay, let’s make him pretty now. Uh, Rachael, you know he did sign a consent form for a penectomy too…” 

“What?” Steve jerked at the words. “I d-did what?” 

“Don't you think he’d look nice if he was really smooth down there?” Dr. Allison looked at me. 

“Wait…N-No! R-Rachael…Rache!” 

“You know those guys when they get their balls cut off…” Becky whispered loudly. “Their cocks get all soft and little and stuff, like a 6 year old boy’s or something.” She made a face and honestly the thought of seeing my husband for the rest of our lives with a soft little penis between his legs didn’t really appeal. But that might have been because of the dildo in my ass and the fire still burning in my pussy. 

“Really?” I looked at Dr. Allison. 

“N-No…Wait a minute…I-I didn’t…Noooo!” Steve was really jerking now, but his lower body was asleep anyway, so he really wasn’t going too far. Especially being restrained and all! 

“Steve, honey…” I leaned down and smoothed his hair. “Shhhh…Listen to me…” 

“B-But Rachael….You can’t…I mean…please, my dick…I…we didn’t talk about that!” He was wide-eyed and afraid and I nodded sympathetically. 

“Don’t let her do it, okay? D-Don’t let her take away m-my manhood too!” 

“I know, Steve…I know sweetheart…” I kissed him. “But really, you aren’t a man any more, dear!” I gave him a hopeful smile, wishing I knew how to make him understand that I didn’t really want to look at his useless penis all shriveled up and soft for the rest of my life. 

“It really is for the best.” Becky smiled at me. “And he’ll be so much less…intimidating!” She scrunched up her shoulders a little. “Dicks make me nervous.” 

“Rachael…” Steve was calling me desperately. 

“Okay.” I nodded at Dr. Allison, “Just take everything, I don’t want to see his penis get all small and ugly." 

Dr. Allison nodded sympathetically. “You’re doing the right thing. He’ll be a little…worried for awhile, but believe me, once you show him off to your friends…he’ll calm down.” She laughed and I smiled at the thought of parading my smooth penis-free husband out for my friends. Some of them would like it, I decided. 
“Nooo!” Steve was yelling and Dr. Allison gave Becky a little nod. 

I watched as they started an IV, just to be safe, Dr. Allison said, because anesthesia was a big thing. They hooked up a machine to monitor his heart and breathing and blood pressure and the whole time Steve was begging me not to let Dr. Allison cut off his dick.

“All ready?” Dr. Allison smiled at me and I nodded. 

“No, please Rachael…I love you…don’t do this to me…” 

Becky picked up a gas mask and smiled at me. “He needs to go to sleep now; do you want to do it?” 

I nodded and took the gas mask from her, following Becky’s directions and putting it over Steve’s face. He was crying a little and staring up at me with big wounded eyes. 

“Okay Steve…now just breathe deep and when you wake up, everything will be just…fine.” I nodded reassuringly. He struggled a bit, but it didn’t take long at all before my sweet husband was unconscious, dreaming of his new life as a…I wasn’t sure what to call a man with no dick and no balls. Well, not a man, that was for sure. Smoothie, I decided, sounded pretty cute. 

“Alrighty then!” Dr. Allison gave me a smile. “Let’s get rid of that dirty old penis.” She’d already started sewing up the place where his balls had been and it looked pretty good to me. A little tender and reddish maybe and the surgical stitches were black, but they were tight and she told my they’d look pretty good, with barely noticeable scars when he was healed. 

We'll finish with his scrotum after we do his penis, it'll be so nice running his urethra down lower I think. Dr. Allison smiled at me and I nodded, having no opinion really.

“I can’t believe you’re going to remove his penis.” I looked down at it, lying flaccid against his belly. Becky had taped it down so it would be out of the way when we cut off his balls. 

“Oh yeah, Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison loves cutting off cocks!” Becky giggled and reached down, feeling the dildo stuck 11 inches deep in my butt. “No wonder you were walking funny!” 

She gave it a little push through my clothes and I wiggled my but with a grin. “Ouch!” I said, but it didn’t really hurt, it just felt good. “But how’s he going to pee?” 

“Oh, we’ll give him a little pee hole, right down there at the bottom. It’ll be a little different for him, having to sit down every time he wants to urinate, but maybe that’ll just make him appreciate you more.” Dr. Allison gave me a smile. “And he might experience some muscle control problems, so you might want to buy him some adult diapers until he figures it out. But really, that isn’t a big problem and in a few days he’ll have adjusted physically just fine.”

"You won't have to worry about the toilet seat anymore either!" Becky giggled.

“Okay.” I nodded. “He’s gonna be mad when he wakes up.” I thought aloud. 

“Oh don’t worry about him!” Becky laughed. “He’s a sweetie, giving up his balls for you like that. By the time he’s all healed he won’t even miss his ugly old penis anyway.” 

“Yeah.” Dr. Allison agreed. “Believe it or not most of my patients adjust emotionally fairly quickly. Of course not having all that testosterone helps too. He’ll be much more docile, very even-tempered. You’ll like it I think…especially if you give him some positive reinforcement.” 

“Positive reinforcement?” I rubbed my chin. 

“Yeah, like…oh…using a dildo on him from time to time, maybe buy yourself a strap-on, even. He won’t get very much physical pleasure from it, of course, but you will…and it’ll let him know that his role has changed. He’s not your lord and master anymore, Rachael. Perhaps if you have a lover…another woman, for example…” She smiled at me. “…forcing him to watch might be good, or even getting him to service her.” 

“Oh yeah.” Becky nodded enthusiastically. “Remember Lucy’s husband? She always made him watch when we fucked her!” 

“If you have a male lover, well…that’s up to you.” Dr. Allison shrugged. “But again, making Steve watch, even doing little things, like cleaning your sex afterwards…” 

"With his mouth!” Becky interrupted. 

“…cleaning your lover maybe, you know…the little things that will teach him his proper place in the world.” 

“Now that he’s a total neuter!” Becky grinned. “His proper place is wherever you tell him it is!” 

I laughed and nodded and thought about every word the two women were saying to me while my husband lay there, falling into his artificial sleep, and the tools Dr. Allison would need were prepared in whatever that machine was that sterilized them.

Finally though, it was time! I watched intently as Dr. Allison began with a deep incision at the base of Steve’s penis. She explained to me that there weren’t any major veins or anything, just one that was rather important and a lot of smaller ones. I’m not sure; I didn’t understand everything she was saying. But evidently she was going to find the blood vessels and tie those off before she actually emasculated my husband. She worked slowly and carefully, like she had all the time in the world, and I was glad of it too. I watched as she pulled some tubes out of the incision, rubbery smallish things and she said those were Steve’s urethra. She’d clamped those off too and then she told me we could chop it all off. 

“Would you like to cut off your husband’s cock?” Dr. Allison grinned at me behind her surgical mask and I swallowed nervously. 

“I, uh…yeah, I would, but…What if I…” 

“Oh, don’t worry!” She laughed. “It’s real easy. We’ll use this…” 

Becky produced a curving pair of what looked like pruning shears, almost, except the blades came together first at the tips and formed an ever tightening razor sharp enclosure. I took them and stared at the cold gleaming surgical steel, honed to cutting edges that were beyond sharp. 

“Just get it around the base, Becky, hold Steve’s penis up…pull it, there you go…Now, Rachael down…closer to the bottom, close as you can get it…uh-huh, that looks good. Now just take a breath and, don’t hold it…just let it out and squeeze…gently…gently….there you go…see how it’s going into the flesh there? It’s going to get a little harder, not too much though…squeeze, don’t jerk it, yeah perfect…uhhhh….good…more…” 

*SNICK* 

The big curving scissors shut suddenly tight and I’d severed my husband’s penis completely! Becky held it up, giggling as it dripped a little blood, but not too awfully much. 

“Wow!” She said. “That’s a nice one! It’s going to go right into the trophy case!” 

I was grinning and my heart was pumping madly and my pussy was soaked! I stared at my husband’s cock as Becky handed it to me. Dr. Allison took only a brief moment to admire it before she was going to work on the bare little stump my husband had left. It was hardly even worth mentioning, really, less than a quarter inch remained, like a raw circular wound. 

“Oh my God!” I was shaking like a leaf now and Becky grinned at me. 

“Pretty cool huh?” She looked at Steve’s cock as I examined it. “We’ll clean it up and preserve it. There’s a display case in Lisa’s office, I mean Dr. Allison’s, and we have 22 cocks in there right now…This one will be number 23!” 

“Really?” I looked at the girl. “You’ve cut off 23 of them?” 

“More than that.” Dr. Allison said as she worked on my husband’s stump. “A number of women prefer to keep their husband’s cocks, you know…sentimental reasons. Others don’t seem to care one way or the other.” 

“Well…” I shrugged. “I don’t need it. Put it in your trophy case, that’ll be neat.” I laughed. “Maybe I’ll bring Steve by sometimes just so he can look at it.” 

“Anytime!” Dr. Allison laughed too. Becky took Steve’s penis away, off to store it in the freezer, or something, while I turned to see what the doctor was doing. 

“Well, I’m just going to clean all this up a little. Run his urethra down, under the flesh here…you can see the channel I made and the tubes will go right through there.” Dr. Allison whistled while she worked and it wasn't really gross like I thought it would be. “Do you want him completely smooth? Or do you like these little bumps?” 

There was just a couple slight protrusions, an unevenness where my husband’s cock used to be, small bumps of flesh that weren’t very big at all, but… 

“Completely smooth.” I nodded. “I think he’ll look so nice if there’s nothing there, you know?” 

“Oh yes, I do know!” Dr. Allison nodded too. “Then I’ll just remove these…” She used her scalpel, carefully trimming the flesh away. “Nice and smooth!” 

Steve’s little pee hole was lower now, just underneath the place where the base of his cock used to be, about the place where his balls used to be. It wasn’t really a hole though, more like a little slit, like a pussy on a baby looks. It was cute and Dr. Allison told me it worked really well, having a soft little furrow of flesh maybe half an inch long and less than a quarter inch deep. 

“He’s got a little pussy!” Becky pointed and giggled. She’d returned and leaned closer to look. “That’s so cute!” 

“It’ll protect his urethra.” Dr. Allison was saying. “Just make sure he washes in there regularly, and wipes after he goes potty.” She chuckled softly. 

She used some sort of surgical skin stuff, not real skin, but a material that covered the bare flesh where Steve’s dick used to be and it would stay there until his body grew its own skin and then it would just slough away. 

“That could take awhile, a few weeks at least and it’ll be longer than that before he’s properly healed.” 

She told me about swelling and bruises and keeping him clean and fighting infection, all that stuff. He really was going to be like a big baby for awhile, I thought. She used some surgical tubing to make a little semi-catheter for him, running from his pee slit through the bandages so I wouldn’t have to change them every time he urinated. It really wasn’t long before Dr. Allison was all finished and she and Becky bandaged him up nicely, removed his IV and all the monitoring stuff, and put some nice warm sheets over him. 

“Just take him into the recovery room, Becky and uh…” Dr. Allison grinned at me. “I’ll check on my other patient!” 

She reached down; putting her gloved hand, still stained with my husband’s blood under my skirt and grabbed the dildo in my ass. “Up on the table, Rachael…Let’s see how much you liked cutting your husband’s dick off!” 

I guess I’d liked it a lot because I was soaked and it didn’t take long at all before Dr. Allison had me cumming like crazy, writhing all over that operating table where my husband had so recently been totally emasculated!

 

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