Though showered and well cleansed by Jamie, Nurse Stenson tenderly applies various solutions to Little Sam making the skin antiseptically clean. And of course the little turncoat obediently stands, readily accepting every smooth stroke of lotion-soaked gauze pads.
Dr. Wilson enters, and all gather around. I flush with the humiliation, some dozen pair of eyes calmly gazing at my nakedness and Little Sam’s obliging tumescence.
Then Nurse Stenson produces a rubber slapper and viciously swats my penis tip. Little Sam retreats like a kicked puppy, much to the amusement of the observing feminine eyes. And then with lighting speed, Nurse Stenson catheterizes me, smiling as I grunt when the tube passes through my prostate. She inflates the balloon end to hold the Foley in place then steps away.
Surprisingly, Little Sam attempts to rise again, but Dr. Wilson approaches with a hypodermic needle and begins the fun.
“Novocaine, Sam. I’m sure you’ll appreciate its use, despite the discomfort.”
She attacks my appendage with zeal, quickly jabbing in numerous places and pressing the plunger as I spasm with the sharp pain.
“This is termed a degloving, ladies,” Dr. Wilson lectures to the curious crowd. “Used quite effectively on priapic males, we’re just going to take the tip, where over 90% of a man’s pleasure is felt. Very effective treatment for bad boys.”
Skilled fingers circle the base of my penis with a small elastic tube. It acts as a tourniquet, obviously restricting the flow of blood.
“After removal, I’ll be covering the exposed surface by pulling the remaining epidermis down and suturing it around the urethral opening. The result will be a truncation, temporary difficulty in achieving erection until the remaining skin stretches, and tremendous loss of sensitivity, which of course is the desired result.”
Such casualness, such insouciance as Little Sam limply hangs facing his executioner…and with such abject docility. I fantasize watching him stand for one last time and gushing semen like a fire hose, soaking his antagonist with potent male essence.
But alas, he dangles so tamely.
Nurse Stenson steps to my right side holding a stainless steel tray. Dr. Wilson flicks away at Little Sam, gauging the effect of the novocaine. There is no reaction and indeed I can feel nothing. Her gloved hand reaches to the tray.
“A laser scalpel. Very accurate, but disappointingly quick.”
The observing women snicker.
Miss Elizabeth and Jamie, pretty bright-eyed Jamie, dressed beautifully as a little maid to serve the gathering of women, move to the front for better viewing. Dr. Wilson looks to my Mistress, my owner, and the raven-haired beauty, benefactress of all, simply nods.
I look down to see a gloved hand grasp a meek Little Sam. He has shrunken to the point that he appears to be shyly trying to hide. Dr. Wilson draws him out. I can feel nothing and it’s as if I am watching a film. Yes, someone else’s penis is being expertly handled. It cannot be mine.
But it is. And with the realization that Little Sam has probably felt the last stroke of pleasure as an intact phallus, tears form. A knowing Dr. Wilson had forewarned and yet the remorse overwhelms. Nurse Stenson dabs away the tears and there is mirthful murmuring from the observing crowd.
“He cannot feel anything, ladies. The pitiful reaction is due to the realization that the vaunted symbol of false male pride is about to incur a great slight. It is about to succumb to the hand of a woman. To be arbitrarily reshaped as I see fit.”
The light of the laser beams. Dr. Wilson begins opening the epidermis just behind the glans penis and cutting around. She knowingly holds the laser steady and slowly twists Little Sam to expose the skin to the cutting beam. Then she pauses and twists in the opposite direction to complete the circular incision. When finished, the fleshy penis tip is slid off and hangs from the catheter. Surprisingly, there is little bleeding.
Nurse Stenson swiftly disconnects the tube from the collection bag, removes the tip and reconnects the tube. “A memento for Elizabeth,” she announces as the most sensitive remnant of male skin is carefully moved to the stainless steel tray.
The laser is put aside and my eyes tear up to the point that I cannot see the reminder of the procedure. I do know that the remaining penile skin was brusquely pulled toward the end and Dr. Wilson began to sew.
“Dozens and dozens of sutures, ladies. I’m going to minimize the scarring and make Sam look as pretty as possible.”
There is much laughter. Nurse Stenson dabs away more tears and I lose interest in watching the finale. I feel tightness despite all the novocaine. Dr. Wilson removed nearly an inch and one half of the tip, more of the underside than the top. She knows where naughty boys most like to rub, and that’s what she took from me.
Finishing the delicate suturing, the gloved hands retrieve a very long hypodermic needle from the tray. I felt myself rising, apparently Nurse Stenson tugging on the pulley rope. When my knees are at the height of Dr. Wilson’s shoulder, the motion stops. I look down to see the good Doctor pushing aside my right knee with her free left hand. Nurse Stenson pulls away at my left knee, spreading apart my thighs.
“Hold still, now. One last procedure.”
Examining eyes find a point on my perineum and the needle is introduced. I yelp with the sudden jabbing pain where little is ever felt. She presses straight up as if to penetrate my bowels.
“Steady.”
The long needle slowly slides inward. The plunger is pressed. I feel burning deep within, very close to my prostate.
“Just a little injection of the Botox I promised, Sam. It is a very stable and localized cholinasterase inhibitor. It will interfere with the synapse in the injected muscles and organs and deaden the ejaculatory ducts and the little ampulla that causes the semen to collect and then erupt. It lasts between four and six months.
“You’ve had your last ejaculation, for a while. Miss Elizabeth insisted. And if she insists again, I’ll inject you again.”