Willem, Trista and the Birthday Gift - Pt. II
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
Trista receives the ultimate gift.
` They entered the room. It was brightly lit with torch lamps and overheads. A
mirror hung from the ceiling. Willem squeezed her hand, knowing she did this
so he could watch. The room was antiseptically washed and scrubbed. A rolling
tray would hold the doctor's instruments. Dr. Feltor viewed the room. "Well
done," he said. "This will work perfectly." "Now, you two, I am going to take
some time to prepare my tray, wash up and put on scrubs. If you would like
some time alone, please do so now." `

Trista led Willem to her bedroom down the hall and closed the door. "I want
you one more time, please before we do this," she said softly. "I feel the
same," and he raised the dress over her head. They moved to the bed and he
removed his pants and shirt. He stopped momentarily and looked at her. "This
is it, I guess, will you still love me?" She was touched and threw herself
onto him. "My love for you is never ending."

Her skin burned as it always did under his touch. She was wet and he was hard
and ready for her. She licked his balls and rolled them in her mouth, making
loving sounds, while she stroked him hard with her hand. He loved this
pleasurable feeling and how much attention she lavished on his balls. Yes, he
would give them to her, they belonged to her because she truly loved him and
them.

He brought her on top of him and bore into her eyes and smiled. She rode him
hard, his hands glued to her hip bones. She liked it best this way, so she
could watch him and his beautiful face. He moved to finger her clit which was
already fully engorged. She began to howl lowly in the passion. He was
watching her eyes rolling back, her mouth agape as he sensed her first orgasm
coming on. His own excitement was growing and he wanted to explode inside her.
It had been a long time since he came inside her. It wasn't a trust issue, but
nontheless, he didn't want to make a baby. But tonight, he would erupt inside
her. It might be the last time and he wanted to honor her with his cum
dripping from her.

There was thunder in his ears, he was so close. "Oh, baby, please let's cum
right now, together. Right now, pleeeeease," she pleaded. Four more thrusts
and they groaned together, connected and he felt himself spray his cum into
her farthest reaches. She was elated that he allowed her this. They held one
another till the spasms quieted. "I love you, Willem," she whispered. "Mmmm, I
know you do," was his reply. A knock on the door came. "I'm ready for you now,
Willem." They looked at each other -- "Okay, we'll be right there." she spoke
for both of them.

Lying on the bed, the doctor wiped the testicle, groin and anal area with
antiseptic and put a warmed blanket on Willem's chest. His penis taped up to
keep it out of the arena of workmanship. Cleaned and robed in hospital scrubs,
Trista watched through the lens of the video camera. She adjusted the tripod
so that she could have the academy award winning home video that they would
watch when they were 70 and make wild passionate love. She was a dreamer for
certain.

The doctor talked to Willem about the anesthesia he would be injecting and
eased the needles into the scrotum and groin area. His voice was soft and
conversational. A good 30 minutes went by until the actual surery began.
During that time, Trista left the room to retrieve a certain item.

"Willem, are you comfortable?" asked the doctor. "Yes," he replied. "We are
going to begin now, Willem, last chance to say "No." Willem shook his head -
"Please continue."

Dr. Feltor made his first incision around the perimeter of the left testicle.
He gently talked to Willem, explaining everything he was doing. It was a slow,
precise, professional handling of this alteration of Trista's lover and of
course she preferred this to the "butchering" of another famous cutter. The
"after" pictures, she was sure would show his testicle area to be as smooth as
a baby's bottom. She would nurse him through his recovery and be there if he
began to become depressed.

More cutting. She watched mesmerized as Willem in his own dreamy state, viewed
it all in the mirror above him. She was getting wet and hot again looking at
the incision and the gentleness with which Dr. Feltor touched and cut him.

"Willem, I am going to start removing the left testicle." The sac was cut away
and there was blood. His hand was in to remove the first ball, precisely
sawing at the heavy flesh. He held it up like a newborn baby. "Here is #1 of
2," announced the doctor. He placed it on a tray and brought it to Willem to
give him a close-up view. "Quite a specimen, isn't it doc?" "Yes, yes, very
healthy, Willem," the doctor agreed. "Shall we go for #2?" "Yes," they both
spoke at once.

"I'm now cutting into the other sac," as Feltor expertly worked the scalpel
and blotted the blood and ooze coming from the incision. Trista stepped away
from the camera to move closer to Willem. He was actually getting an erection
and she longed to take him in her mouth as the doctor cut. With her gloved
hand, she touched the hardness of his cock. She would have to fantasize that
she was sucking him. Again, behind the camera, she was lusting for him,
watching the splendor of the surgery. She panned for a close-up as Dr. Feltor
removed his #2, placing it gently on the tray. Once again, he presented it to
Willem. He reached out to touch his manhood, his sexuality laid bare before
him.

"Nice work, doctor," he mused. The doctor returned to the surgical arena.
"Willem, I am now going to remove the sace and then stitch you up." "This will
take at least another 45 minutes. Are you still comfortable?" Willem replied,
"Yes, I'm okay."

Willem watched from the mirror above, and she through the lens, trying to
capture each cut and Willem's expressions. The flesh was cut away and disposed
of into a kidney-shaped pan. Willem's balls were on a tray, waiting for
someone to claim them. More quiet talk and explanations and now finally to the
stitching. "I'm going to close you up tightly, Willem." "We are going to
create a smooth look under here." "Fine, thank you," Willem replied. More
stitching, cleaning the area and removing the useless flesh.

The doctor turned to Trista. "We are almost done here. "I'm going to dispose
of the waste at the hospital." "I have written instructions for Willem's
after-care." "Please call me immediately if he presents any symptoms of
infection." And to Willem - "I'll want to examine you in one week and we can
again discuss hormone therapy."

"Ill leave you two alone now and show myself out." "Thank you Doctor," said
Willem sincerely. Trista relayed her thanks and opened the guest room door for
him. She went to Willem and kissed him deeply. "I got it all on tape, how do
you feel,hon?" "Actually, pretty good," he said. "What do you think?" he
questioned. "It think you are going to look gorgeous down there once the
swelling has gone down and the stitches melt."

She walked to redirect the camera so it was set on them. "It's time, Willem."
From her smock she removed the heart-shaped crystal jar. He knew what she
wanted. She reached for the tray holding his balls and brought it to him. He
touched them as you would fine diamonds, inspecting them. "They're beautiful,
aren't they?" he asked. "Yes, my love, they are exquisite," she whispered to
him. "May I please kiss them?" He held the tray toward her. Trista picked up
each one of them and tenderly kissed it and lickedit. He was so turned on to
see her caress them with her lips. She handed the tray back to him and
produced the jar. He placed each one gently into the crytal jar and closed the
lid. Trista was tearing up. With one hand on the jar and one on her face, he
presented them to her. "Happy Birthday, Trista!" The tears were blurring her
vision. "Thank you, Willem, it is the most treasured gift I've ever received."
She held the jar close to her heart and he wiped away the tears streaming down
from her face. "I love you, Willem,"she sobbed. "I know you do and I love you
too, Trista." She sought a warm blanket and covered him over. She climbed
besie him, her treasure in hand, and together they slept forever bonded by the
gift.  

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