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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.

Note: The story referenced here was never written (by me anyway).

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Do not try this at home.

Castration Anxiety
by as2000_69@yahoo.com

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 sexlife 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 chnage 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, tsked when I said it had been 
eight years since I saw a doctor and 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 exmaination, 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, I either submit 
to her again or the people I see every day at work learn my secret.

What to do I have no idea.