Castration Fantasy Story

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Castration Fantasy Story
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‘You told me on the phone that you have had severe testicle pain, in your left testes’ the GP, Doctor Julia Burns, subconsciously ran her finger over her pearl stud in her left ear as she directed her imperious gaze toward him.
Usually Peter Morgan, her patient, would flinch and avert his gaze when a woman surveyed him this way but Peter was still in such pain that he managed to return her gaze. ‘Yes’ he responded enjoying the direct gaze of this superior woman, his GP.
‘And it is still hurting now?’ Julia looked away from her patient to her computer screen.
‘Yes. I’ve taken Ibuprofen and the pain killers are still not working.’
‘I see’ Julia responded ‘And how long?’
‘Near ten hours now’ the patient responded with a light groan Julia’s eyes registered that she had heard his groan but she did not say anything. ‘Since ten last night’ her patient added.
‘I see’ Julia chimed thinking ‘How delightful, ten hours of testicle pain’ and she shot him a quick glance but suppressed her desire to smirk instead maintaining her professional appearance. ‘It’s been on and off for quite a while now but the intervals are becoming more frequent’ she said reading from her screen notes ‘That is worrying’. It was not really worrying but Julia knew that she had to lower or redirect the patient’s expectations ready for her suggested treatment.
‘I suspect something is amiss with your left testicle. We might need to consider its removal.’
She shot her patient a glance and her eyes remained settled on him as she watched his body language and how he would respond. The patient, was a bit alarmed about this but he had also felt in moments of pure agony that he would like to remove the testicle in question. And how this thought did not phase him, that he would quite like to have both of them removed and become less like a man, more like a woman. It was only mental speculation but he did think if a medical professional ever suggested it he would accede to it. And now his GP was doing exactly that. He could not believe his ears.
‘Okay’ Peter merely stated. ‘If it’s the cause of the pain’.
‘Oh I have no doubt about it’ Julia said. She greatly doubted it. ‘I cannot imagine the pain you must suffer’ another lie as she could well imagine his pain and it gave her great pleasure.
‘The operation can be done under an anaesthetic, local or general, it itself is painful, but recovery will follow in about a few weeks and you will be right as rain again. And your testicle pain will be gone’ thinking ‘because your testicle will be gone, needlessly gone’ and she grinned to herself at this thought before smiling widely at him. ‘My only concern Peter is that the pain is testicular in nature then you may start to feel similar pain in the other testicle’ she fixed him a gaze relishing his response to her words. ‘My medical advise is we remove both. How would you feel about that?’ and she flashed him another brilliant smile, her eyes revealing the type of predatory gaze a cat has for a mouse.
‘Okay’ Peter said and he looked down at his lap trying to pretend a concern he did not have. This was a dream come true for him. Both the GP and Patient would be getting what they want.
‘Okay’ Julia said still smiling in his direction and feeling genuine pleasure at her patient’s agreement to a medical castration. She loved signing off on castrations. The best part of her job she wondered, almost certainly, answering her though and disguising a grin.
‘Castration’ and Julia savoured these words and fixing her patient in her gaze, he felt brave enough to look back, at the woman who was arranging for him to be castrated, he felt a little overwhelmed, pleasurably so under her predatory stare. ‘Castration is a medical procedure with little or no complications. The medical name is Orchiectomy. In your case, the case of two testicles being removed, Bilateral Orchiectomy. It is the way to go I am sure.’ And Julia happily typed in her diagnosis and treatment recommendations for her patient.
The recommendations would be emailed to a surgeon friend of hers. The surgeon was in on her scheme and between them the paper-work would be well and truly doctored. ‘Elizabeth darling’ it read ‘I have another one for you. Julia x’ and the relevant attachment included. They had done this before, many times, and all being well, they would do it again, many times.
‘Right you can be on your way now’ briskly dismissing her patient. ‘I will ring you when I have the details. Any questions?’ she framed this as if she did not want any questions from Peter and so Peter ever ready to defer to a woman treating him this way responded ‘No. Thank you’.
Julia smiled at his submission but also of his thanking her for his castration. She beamed but did not look up from her computer screen, her victim, her patient, was hers now and she did not want to look at his face again, at least not until after the operation.
Peter made his way out with a song in his heart. He had never felt so happy in all his life. He corrected himself though as he did not want other staff such as those in reception to see his joy and took on a serious posture as he left the building.
Back in her GP’s office Julia tossed back her head and her bosom convulsed in laughter. It was a silent laughter, she would have liked to have cackled aloud but knew better than to draw attention to herself that way. She would have a good cackle over a glass or two of red wine later that evening. She absent-mindedly adjusted her bra and made to prepare herself for her next patient. This was a middle-aged man who had broken his ankle playing football, no chance for an Orchiectomy there Julia ruefully thought.
Peter meanwhile had arrived back at his car. Inside he threw back his head and laughed, tears eventually streaming down his cheeks. He had never been so happy in his life. This was his dream, to become a woman. He did not know or think that he would get a vagina but he would surely find his libido lowering and his skin becoming softer. He had read about this, many many times. And best of all he would grow breasts. He felt light-headed at the prospect. ‘Oh Doctor Burns’ he muttered to himself ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.’ He would be replaying their encounter many times between now and the operation. He would be masturbating nightly through any testicle pains he might have, made all the more intense, all the more sweet that this would be the last time he would be able to masturbate in his life. As a man he added. And what would he be masturbating to with his testicles but of women removing his testicles, such was the dark spell women had him under.
Meanwhile there was another call from Doctor Burns to look forward too confirming the details of the operation. Peter drove out of the GP Practice car-park tears of happiness continuing to stream down his cheeks.
Peter did not know that he did not need such a procedure but it was clear that even if he did know he would not feel any less about his GP, indeed he would love her all the more. She was his hero. His saviour.
‘Elizabeth darling. How are you?’ and both women’s conversation was peppered with hysterics.
‘We strike again’ Elizabeth laughed.
‘We do’ smirked Julia ‘And let me tell you that was one of the easier ones. I think he was only too happy to be castrated’ she exclaimed.
‘Julia’ Elizabeth exclaimed in turn. ‘Really. No resistance?’
‘No. No resistance. Not even any questions! Thanks for getting back to me so quickly’ she laughed.
Elizabeth laughed too as for both women this was their top priority. ‘Don’t mention it’ she snorted.
‘Meet up later, yeah, for drinks. Your place or mine?’
‘Yours I think darling. The husband has one of his mates around.’
Julia always felt a little disappointed that her friend was married, was married to a man. She could not understand why any woman would want that.
‘Okay then darling. See you around eight’ but at least she would have Elizabeth to herself this evening and her eyes twinkled as she put the phone down.
‘Right. What’s his number’ she murmured to herself as she looked out her patient’s, her prospective castrati’s contact number.
Peter’s phone rang and his heart raced as he could see it was from his GP, again though he composed himself.
‘Hello. Peter speaking’ he answered’
‘Oh hi. Doctor Burns here. I have the operation details for you’, she never dispensed any small talk to her male patients.
‘You are to attend St Johns Hospital on the 3 rd . You will need to be prepped, so be therefor 1pm.’ She then went into details of how he should prepare for the operation. Peter though was astounded, he had expected the operation to be weeks even months away and it was to be in two days time. Doctor Burns and Surgeon Doctor Elizabeth Lawley liked to proceed with Orchiectomy’s as quickly as possible.
‘You will likely need to remain in the hospital for a couple of days after. Okay?’
‘Okay’ Peter said, again suppressing his pleasure.
‘Okay’ Julia responded ‘Good luck’ and she brusquely put her phone down.
Peter was now at home and would have done a dance for joy had he not lived on the first floor of a set of flats and not wanting to upset his two female tenants that lived below him. He merely punched the air several times in earnest celebration.
Peter lay groggy on his hospital bed sedated in preparation for the removal of his testicles. His surgeon Doctor Lawley, who would be known to him by her professional title of Mrs Lawley, eyed him predatorily, suppressing her self from licking her lips at the prospect of removing this man’s testicles, at removing them for no medical reason, because she and Doctor Burns had deemed that it should be so. And she smiled at the power of her and her close friend.
‘Hello Peter’ she addressed him. ‘I’m to be the attending surgeon today’. There would only be one other in attendance, the anaesthetist, who was quite unaware that this procedure was not called for. She had jumped at it though, an opportunity to practice her anaesthetic skills and a gory interest to see a surgeon remove a man’s testicles. The student looked at Peter with a mixture of pity and amusement ‘Game over for you’ she thought referring to his sex life but corrected herself thinking that was not a very professional remark even to think.
‘My assistant here, Laura, she will be keeping you sufficiently sedated.’ Though Doctor Burns had made reference to general and local anaesthetic they would not be giving him the option of a general. She advised her medical student that there were medical reasons why he could not be given a general anaesthetic and would have to endure the extra pain of a local. Elizabeth smiled at the prospect. It was not enough for her that a man should lose his testicles at her hand but it should be as painful as possible too.
Doctor Burns looked at her watch. It was nearly 1.30. ‘Soon will be time’ she thought with pleasure ‘Snip Snip’ and again her bosom shook with pleasure at the prospect at the unneeded Orchiectomy and the physical pain that would be in store for him. She positively beamed with pleasure at that thought.
Elizabeth inspected Peter’s genitalia. ‘A very small penis’ she thought. The student thought the same too and her nose crinkled in mirth trying hard not to laugh out loud. The surgeon noticed that and her eyes gleamed in approval at the student’s response but she did not say a word.
‘A very small penis’ Elizabeth said, unlike the medical student she was not so circumspect about voicing her opinion. The med student still said nothing but politely nodded her head, though she did wonder how this patient could ever have satisfied a woman sexually, not knowing that he had never sexually satisfied a woman or had any desire to do so. He was still a virgin despite his fifty two years on earth and now would die a virgin. ‘I guess it is big enough when erect’ she mused.
‘It will need to be taped up against his stomach. Like this’ and Elizabeth demonstrated to Laura how to do this.
Elizabeth picked out the required knife and moved over to Peter’s left testicle, Peter watching all of this though mildly sedated. The student went to administer more of it but Elizabeth raised her hand ‘No need’ she whispered. There was every need and Elizabeth cackled inside at the severe pain she was about to inflict on her male patient.
And Peter duly screamed out in excruciating pain as the knife sliced through the spermatic cord attaching his left testicle to his scrotum. The surgeon’s bosom rose in pleasure behind her scrubs at the intense pain she had just inflicted on him and though her smiling mouth was hidden behind her face mask her eyes danced in pleasure at his howls of pain, welcoming and relishing every subsequent cry of pain. Her student assistant did not show any compassion for the patient’s pain either but only because she had forgot herself and had become quite fascinated at the sight of the man’s detaching then detached testicle.
‘Put that in that pan’ Elizabeth matter-of-factly ordered. She could have made a start on removing his other testicle but liked to spread out the pain she caused on her male patients. Instead she waited silently enjoying the man’s discomfort.
‘We’ll leave him for a few minutes. To collect himself before we remove the final testicle’ she smirked at her patient writhing in agony as she did so.
Peter groggily watched the two women exit the theatre and found that despite the agonies he was in he was thrilled to hear the surgeon refer to ‘removing his final testicle’ .‘Soon it will all be over’ he consolingly thought. He cried out again but a dark smile twisted on his face too at the predicament he was in. He was being castrated by a woman, one of his life-long fantasies coming true. And it was far more painful than he had ever imagined. But far more liberating too, ‘I will become a woman’ he joyfully thought and with that latter thought he almost forgot his physical pain completely. ‘Yes, of course if I am to be gifted the joy of being a woman I should suffer the most excruciating pain, a sort of Karmic balance’ he further mused.
He heard the voices of the two women approaching the theatre again, they were laughing. This pleased Peter greatly.
‘Right. Where were we’ Elizabeth said talking really to herself as she adjusted her scrubs. ‘It will soon be over’ she advised, she did not really like to make small talk with her castration patients or console them in anyway, but she had another medical professional in the room so she had to pretend that she cared about his physical predicament.
Peter wearily smiled at her but Elizabeth did not notice paying him no heed rather her eyes lighting up at the knives in front of her and which one she would use to remove his final testicle.
This removal would be even more painful, she always worked this way. The removal of the first testicle was excruciating, the removal of the second was beyond description. Firstly she would take longer and she would make more of a hack of it than her otherwise pristine skills would allow, secondly the dosage of morphia was dropping constantly. Her eyes dilated in pleasure as she grasped the knife in her hands. She wondered how the med student would react this time, she hoped as before she would be more engrossed of the man before her now with soon to be no testicles at all. Her medical student did not ask her many questions about the patient, this pleased Elizabeth thinking she would consider using her again.
She began slowly to cut Peter’s final testicle and he passed out. This did not please Elizabeth, if she was castrating a man they had to feel the pain she was causing them. She waited impatiently for him to return to consciousness ‘There you are Peter. We lost you there for a moment’ and before Peter could even recall what had just happened another overwhelming pain coursed through his body. Peter decided this time to stay with her and watch the woman with the knife causing him this pain, castrating him. He tried to make eye contact with her but the surgeon’s eyes were only for Peter’s remaining now semi-detached right testicle. ‘Not much longer’ she mock sympathetically spoke and tugged on the cord causing all Peter’s nerve endings to seer at once. He again passed out.
Laura was concerned about this. Should he have more morphine she thought but remained silent as the surgeon had counselled her against it.
‘It is dreadful isn’t it’ Elizabeth lied ‘But he is allergic too to higher doses of pain medication. It will be over soon though’ she adding ‘unfortunately’ to herself.
Laura nodded her head and continued to stare down at Peter’s genitalia with a morbid interest.
Finally Elizabeth snipped away his second testicle, she could prolong the moment no longer, though no relief in pain for Peter as he came in and out of consciousness.
‘Right. Place his other testicle in the same pan’ Elizabeth said matter-of-factly. ‘And I will take care of everything else. You can leave the two of us alone. But what did you think? Your first Orchiectomy?’
‘Oh yes. I’m not sure. It was a little overwhelming’ Laura nervously laughed. ‘Do we get many of those operations?’
‘Orchiectomies? More than you might think dear’ and Elizabeth chuckled to herself thinking ‘With me as the attending surgeon at least’. ‘But you won’t probably have to do one again’ Elizabeth preferred to rotate her assistants so that they did not become suspicious of the frequency. She even booked into different theatres for the same reason.
Laura much to her surprise felt a little crest-fallen at that remark. She would like she thought to herself to witness more of these operations. Elizabeth noticed this and smiled also proud that the student felt that way.
‘Okay Laura. Laura isn’t it’ Elizabeth had only just used the medical student’s first name. ‘We may meet again’ and she lightly laughed.
Laura politely laughed back taking one last longing look, first at Peter’s detached testicles in the metal pan then at Peter himself sans testicles. Feelings were stirring in Laura’s bosom of pleasure and she quickly left eager to explore those feelings alone with herself.
Elizabeth now busied herself with sewing Peter’s remaining scrotum back up to the accompanying sounds of Celine Dion, one of her favoured CD choices when undertaking these operations. There was no pain to be made here alas and she
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