I'm enjoying figuring out ASSTR's formatting issues. If you read this story and there is no line wrap, or my commas (,), apostrophes (') or ellipsis (...) are missing, this may or may not be my fault, but I truly intended them to be there. Pretend they are. Humor me... Anyway I’m reformatting to html, maybe that will help.

These are fictional stories with no resemblance to any person living or dead. These stories include sexual acts, and if you may not, should not, or don't want to read this, then do not read it.

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Castration Anxiety

by [email protected]

You may remember my story, related on Usenet's a.s.s. a few years ago. In short, a girlfriend that lived on a farm playfully inserted me into a castration device and blew me, and just as I came into her mouth, she looked in my eyes and (she later told me) thought I wanted her to pull the lever. Anyway, she did and my balls dropped into her hand, a metal clip squeezed tight an clamped my sack shut. Although the pain was excruciating, somehow what had happened excited both of us and while my hormone level lasted, I had the best sex of my life...

Eventually we parted ways and I began to understand the finality of castration. My body softened and became somewhat feminine looking. My penis had long since shrunk to almost nothing and the clip and shred of flesh eventually fell off just like a baby's umbilical cord. Years passed and I remained single because, how do you explain such a thing to a new girlfriend? I tried the gay bars a couple times and even gave a BJ in a bathroom once, but could never bring myself to open up to anyone. So years passed and lived my sex life vicariously (mostly lurking in groups like this).

For what may be obvious reasons I stayed away from doctors, unable to face the embarrassment of explaining, until I developed this infection I couldn't shake with OTC antibiotics. I gave in and made an appointment. I selected a male doctor because I just could not deal with a woman seeing my shriveled manhood.

The day arrived and with great trepidation I registered at the desk. I took a seat and read the usual Reader's Digest from two years ago while I waited.

My name was finally called and I went with the nurse to an examining room. She gave me a paper gown and asked me to change and the doctor would be right in. I sighed and changed and sat waiting. I wished I had brought the Reader's Digest in with me.

The door opened and a woman entered. My heart stopped. She introduced herself as Dr. Hartwell and told me my doctor had been called away on an emergency, and did I mind if she filled in for him?

I stammered out an okay - this woman was beautiful, long raven red hair, green eyes and flashing white teeth. Her breasts were large and well shaped, under her scrubs. A few freckles speckled her cheeks. I was totally confused, totally smitten and totally humiliated.

She interviewed me on medical history, tsk’ed when I said it had been eight years since I saw a doctor and finally asked me to sit on the table and lift my gown. I told her there was one more thing I had not mentioned yet - a childhood accident - and I lifted the gown and she looked at it and she looked at me and she asked, "An accident?" She asked what had happened and I fucked up my "cover" story and she said if she was to help I should tell the truth. So I did.

When I was done she completed her examination, which included more prodding and pulling that I expected, and wrote out a prescription. I picked up my clothes with the vague idea of dressing and the doctor stopped me - she said I wasn't quite done yet.

She then pushed me back on the table and pressed my back to the paper covered surface and she did remove her pants and pull up her scrubs and climbed up onto me and placed her red box on my mouth.

You can imagine my surprise. It had been years since I had been intimate with anyone and suddenly this beautiful woman was grinding herself on my face. I didn't know what to do. I ate her of course, I mean, what else was I going to do, but I was completely blown away - I was on automatic. She moved her lovely ass and made me rim her and she absolutely covered my face with her juices. She finally came and climbed down. She told me if I tried to make a complaint she would make my condition painfully public. She told me I would be changing to her as my primary care and I'd be seeing her weekly for a while.

I don't even remember leaving, but I found myself at home with an appointment slip for a week away. I couldn't believe my second encounter with a woman was as controlling as my first. I couldn't even decide if I had been a willing partner?

Well, all this transpired five days ago. In two more, either I submit to her again or the people I see every day at work learn my secret.

What to do I have no idea.