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From: MeredithP3@aol.com
Subject: PO 4/8

"Does the Centers have an official policy on erections?  After all,
many women find a stiff willie somewhat  threatening."

The English cunt's swashing about her seat was politely ignored by
everyone, save me.

"Nothing formal.  If it were up to me I'd novocain and tape down every
penis as soon as it walked through the door.  They are constantly in
my way but our clients seem to consider them as essential to the
experience.  Don't get me wrong, erections can be useful in adding to
the ceremonial aspect of the event.  I feel our clients like the irony
of it, you know the last hurrah and all that, but mostly it's because
an erect penis makes a male look quite ridiculous.  It's a lot easier
to be angry and humiliate a guy if he has a stiffy.  In code red cases
they help bring out the rage.  Then again, some clients allow the
cases to masturbate themselves and wait till the ejaculation before
starting the cutting.  This is common if the client desires a
ceremonial flavor to the event."

"What if the client changes her mind and decides she doesn't want to
see her male, .......how shall I say it? ............    De-balled!"

"The situation does present itself now and then.  However, if its a
code red nothing can stop it.  With the less urgent procedures we are
usually able to convince her that she is doing the right thing.  Then
again, we always think it's always the best thing.  Their usual
problem is that don't want to do the actual cutting themselves.  When
I tell them that I will do it, they almost always relent.  If we feel
they are allowing themselves to be affected by the pleading and
wailing of the case, I automatically take over.  When the balls drop,
they almost always thank me."

"Well, I feel that does it.  Thank you Karen, you've been very sweet.
I'm catching a flight back to London this evening and must be on my
way.  You and all the women at the Center are doing a terrific job!
The article should be out next month, I'll send you an advance copy.
I know you'll be pleased.  Good luck!"

"Oh!  I've been blabbing too long, I always do that!   I wanted so
much to let you watch while I prep the case waiting in the next room.
He's a code red and we always prep them in advance.  I did the
briefing with client this morning.  This male really has it coming,
he's a total scumbag.  I'm afraid its going to be a late night with
this one.  Are you sure you can't stay?  You can be an observer
tonight if you want.  Oh please!."

"Wish I could love, I really do.  Send me the package if your client
doesn't want it."

"Sure thing!  I was so nice to meet you Penelope." 

"It was all my pleasure dear."

They gave each other a very ladylike fingers only handshake and the
fancy one departed.  Ms. Kramer kept me waiting for another ten
minutes until I heard her call.

"Come here, I will see you now."  She barked in her practiced, cunty
voice.

I sat down in the chair that was still warm and I swear a little wet
from the pervious occupant.  Ms. Kramer folded her arms on the desk
and took pains to convey an annoyed attitude.

"You will listen carefully and speak only when I want you to.  You
heard everything I said to that woman because I wanted you to.  It
saves us both a whole lot of time.  Informationaly you are already
prepped.  Before we can begin your physical preparation there are some
legal formalities we must observe.  Tell me,"  she looked down at a
paper on her desk,  "Mr. Hayes, why are you here?  What have you come
for?"

I didn't expect the directness of the question, so I just stared at
her.

"I can't say it for you, you have to say it yourself.  We both know
the answer so don't pretend.   Don't worry Mr. Hayes, I won't blush."

"I expect to have an operation performed.  I'm here because of Ms.
Summers, she sent me."

"Ms Summers is our client.  You are just a case.  What kind of
operation do you want performed?"

"Whatever kind she wants."

"And what kind of operation does she want you to have?"

"castrated" I told her.

"Good!  Now we're making progress.  Is the castration just her idea or
do you desire it too?"

She waited for her answer.  She could wait, she knew I wasn't going
anywhere except prison.  She just stared at me and waited me out.

"OK!" I said "I came here myself, I need it to happen.  Do we have to
play this game?"

"It's not a game!  Again, what do you want to happen to you?"

"castrated" I told her again.

"Are you sure you want to be castrated?"

"yes"

"One last time Mr. Hayes.  What do you want from me?" 

I tried to pretend we was not talking about me.  I would tell her what
she wanted to hear, not what I wanted to say.

"i have to be castrated."

"HAVE TO! or WANT TO! which is it?

"i want to be castrated."

"Good! You seem to have accepted the situation, at least for now.  It
makes my job that much easier.  I have to tell you that I feel you are
doing the right thing for all the women you've raped as well as
yourself.  For your information this is not a costume,  I'm a surgical
RN.  I can promise your that your operation will be safe but I can't
promise it'll be painless."   

She studied me for a reaction.  

"There are other formalities before we can begin preparing you.  You
need to read and sign these papers.  It's a statement that you're are
doing this entirely of your own volition and that you will hold the
Center and myself harmless for any unforeseen occurrences.  Sign at
the bottom."

My hand was shaking so much I almost couldn't hold the pen.   

"How long will it take to do it?"

"That's up to our client.  I get paid the same if it takes five
minutes or five hours.  For your information however it almost always
happens in the first half hour.  Usually, everyone, including  the
male, wants to get it over with as soon as possible.  I hope your
procedure is not an exception, I have plans this evening."  

She picked up the paper I had just signed and her hard expression
allowed a small grin.  

"Your culpable organs now belong to the woman you raped, get used to
it.  How she collects them and how long she takes collecting them is
entirely her business. It is none of our concern.  I strongly advise
you to be cooperative in all aspects of both the preparation and the
actual procedure.  It will be easier for you that way, not that anyone
cares."

She stood up to reach a folder that was lying on top of her computer
screen. I can still remember noticing her tits.  They were a little
too big for her body but firm as hell.  I think she caught me looking.

"I am a professional Mr. Hayes.  I provide a valuable service to
people who request it.  Not all of my cases are in the same
predicament that you are.  We both know what I am speaking about so
don't plead with me.  The males I really care about are those who come
here seeking treatment.  Castration should not be look at as a
punishment, it's really therapy.  You're lucky the women you raped is
so enlightened.  My respectable  clients seek my services for health
considerations.  You are asking me to help keep your sorry ass out of
prison.  I have standards you know, I can refuse to do it!"

Somehow I knew Karen Kramer had never turned down the opportunity to
butcher a man.

"Can I refuse?"

"Yes, you can refuse Mr. Hayes, all you have to do not come back this
evening.  But if you come back tonight, it will have to happen, there
will be no stopping it. Once castrated you can't get them back you
know, you'll always be a eunuch.  If you do come back tonight I'll
know you really want it.  During the actual cutting cases always say
they've changed their minds but I have learned not hear them.  I've
been doing this a long time, I wont stop Ms. Summers.  That's why
you're here, you have asked her, not us, to neuter you.  My job is to
make sure that she castrates in an environment and setting that is
friendly to her and medically safe for you, nothing else.  Your job is
even easier.  All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and your legs
opened!  Understand?"

She shuffled some papers around.

"I have taken the balls taken from lots of males who should have been
allowed to keep 'em.  I also do transsexuals, prostrate patients,
health nuts and just plain perverts.  You're a rapist and that's a
special category.  I really enjoy assisting women like Ms. Summers.
The other males, it's a business, abusers and their victims need my
services.  You're getting of easy you know."

"So I've been told."

"Believe me Mr. Hayes!  I'm not the person you want to piss off.  Do
you have the fee?  It's three thousand dollars. Cash!"

I handed her the envelope and she quickly counted out the money.

"What's the extra three hundred for?"

"It's for you, you know, to do anything you can for me."

"If they paid me enough I wouldn't have to take this."  After she
folded her money, she stood up and squeezed it into her pants pocket.
"That was smart of you.  Follow me."

We went upstairs to a long hallway.  

"There's is a shower at the end of the hall, use it.  Make sure you
clean your groin area thoroughly.  Put on the hospital gown you find
there.  You've got five minutes."

The water felt good.  Anything that relaxes me is good. I took my mind
somewhere else.  I didn't know why but I had a painful erection.  The
shower always been my favorite place to jack-off, so I figured why
not!  She said clean everything, didn't she. I was working away
pumping my cock letting the soap provide the lubrication.  Take your
time Bob, make it a good one.  The Kramer bitch could wait."

I heard the door open and a second later the curtain was pulled open.
It was Ms. Kramer and she was very pissed-off.  

"Cut that out!  You should've done that at home!  We're fucken late!!"

She backed up a bit and put one of hands on her hip.

"A case whacking off in the shower, what a surprise!  If you stayed
home that night and whacked-off instead going out to rape that girl
you wouldn't be here.  Asshole!"

Fuck her.  I wasn't stopping.

She folded her arms under her pointy tits and leaned her ass back on
the sink.  She had an aggravated smirk on her face because she knew I
wasn't going to stop.  

"How pathetic!  Go ahead and finish, ...........  you'll want to
remember the feeling."

I pumped away.

She honestly looked board as she studied me.  "You don't know how
fucken silly you look.  Make sure it all stays in the shower!"

I hoped she didn't like watching me.  It's the only thing I could do
to her.  Watch me bitch!  Look at this you funking cunt!

I turned so I was facing her.  We were staring at each other when I
felt my cock getting ready to shoot.  I let go a powerful load that
was aimed right at her. Her eyes followed its arching trajectory till
it hit the floor in front of her.  My first stream landed a only a few
inches from her spotless white shoes and she didn't even flinch.  My
next three spurts weren't as powerful and ended up on the floor just
outside of the shower stall.  I was standing there slowly stroking my
softening cock and staring at the last drops uosing from the pee hole.
Kramer was doing the same thing and I got some satisfaction from that.

"Are we done?  Let me give some advice Robert, jerk-off as much as you
can until it's time.  Your former girlfriend is a very angry woman.  I
don't feel she will put up with any "Please let me cum one more time"
bullshit from the guy that raped her.  Now dry off, make sure your
dick isn't dripping and come down the hall.  Don't bother with the
gown.  And clean up your mess!" 

I found her in a room at the end of the hallway.  I was struck by the
familiarity of the atmosphere but could not place it.  In one end of
the room was a chair and a doctors examining table.  The chair  looked
sort'a like an electric chair with a lot of restraining straps.  On
one side a couple of medial cabinets, a small sofa and a couple of
folding chairs where the only other furniture.  Same cunts good -
dicks bad shit on the walls.  Was this just the prep room or was this
the place?  Then it comes to me, its sort'a like the dentists office,
antiseptic and pain.  I was naked and I was scared.

I stood there as she looked me over paying particular attention to my
groin.  She lifted my dick with one hand and cupped my nutsack with
the other.  I was being assessed.

"Just average.  What you did in the shower was very disrespectful.  If
you pull another stunt like that you'll regret it.  Remember, it can
be done all kinds of ways."

She let me go and gave me a slight push towards the examining table.

"Lay down on the table and put your feet in the stirrups.  I going to
shave your groin."

She was looking for something in one of the cabinets.  When she found
what she wanted she placed the items on a rolling table and wheeled it
beside me.  The first thing she did was to apply some shaving cream to
my groin.  

"Rub it in Robert, your scrotum especially, I won't do that."  I did
as I was told, I tried to get everything.

She stood at the foot of the table between my spread legs.  Her
bellybutton was facing my balls while she surveyed her work with her
eyes.

"Hold still."  She let me see what she had in her hand.  It was a
straight razor.  

"We wouldn't want to cheat Ms. Summers on her big day."

Instead of asking if she knew what she was doing I inched my ass away
from her hands. 

"Don't worry ......... yet.  This is easy for me, I've had a lot of
practice."  

She roughly moved my penis to get a better look at her targets. 

"Your scared Robert.  .....   That's good. .....  Your testicles are
trying to burrow into your body. .....  They're scared too.  .....  I
like that, it makes your sack small and hard, that makes my job
easier."

The sensation was something I had never experienced before.  A razor
scraping against your balls is something that no man wants to feel.
She wasn't being gentle or slow.  She did it like she was doing piece
work, fast.  I knew her cheerful humming was only intended to mock me.
I can't describe the sensation I had.  The feeling of the blade
pressed against my testicles made me kind'a emotional.  It also made
me excited and my dick slowly began to stiffen.  She noticed it right
away but ignored it till she was finished shaving my ballsack.