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.
Note:
The story referenced here was never written (by me anyway).
You may
imagine any of the numerous stories with this subject matter if you wish.
Do not
try this at home.
Castration
Anxiety
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.