Castrating Small Town Doctor
Ive been stuck in this small town for four years. I got through medical

school on a public health scholarship and now its payback time. Five years

of community service health care out in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but

flat land, farms for a hundred miles. But, todays my birthday, and to

celebrate I schedule my favorite patients for annual check-ups. They all have

a lot in common. Most are tall good-looking men from the area. First up was

Doug Bracket. Doug was a cute twenty-five year old blond. Intelligent even

if he didnt have much education. Pleasant manner, built body from running

his farm. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans with some clean boots on

his feet. I had him undress so I could examine his body. I always made it a

point to be in the room when they undressed. He carefully pulled off his

boots and lined them up next to the exam table. He pulled off his shirt to

reveal a broad chest and handsome abs. He shed his jeans and carefully folded

them and put them on a chair. He was just standing there in his boxers and

socks waiting for my next command. I pulled down his shorts and started my

exam. I had diagnosed him with testicular cancer three years ago. I had felt

a lump and wanted him to see a specialist. He was worried about losing his

familys farm especially after his daddy had died of cancer when Doug was only

twenty. He did most of the work alone now. His three children were too small

to help. I explained some options - radiation, chemo, surgical removal of the

tumor. He wanted to know a quick, 100% effective cure. I knew of none and

told him it wasnt that bad, there was a good chance of survival, and it

wasnt as if we had to cut everything off. His eyes lit up and he asked if I

could perform the surgery in my office. "What surgery? Well Doc youve given

me a solution. Just amputate the lot. Ive had my kids and Ive been worried

about my genitals ever since my Dad died of testicular cancer. It would be a

big relief if you would just cut everything off." I had an instant hard-on.

An exquisite specimen of manhood was asking me to disconnect his balls and

dick from his body. I quickly agreed. So three years later I was doing his

annual follow up exam to make sure the cancer had not reappeared and to give

myself another look at his beautiful flat groin. His shorts were at his

ankles as I stared and probed the naked flesh between his legs. His powerful

thighs framed an empty canvas. Doug was happy with the result. The cancer

had not appeared and he was convinced I was the greatest doctor in the world.

He said he didnt miss his cock or balls at all.

My next patient was one of the local bullies in town. He had raised hell as a

youth and kept on going right into manhood. Unfortunately he picked on the

wrong person. Butch was desperate to keep his secret. His cock had been

wounded with a knife thrust to the groin at Curly Moes, a local bar. He

showed up on my doorstep late at night needing to be stitched up. I took one

look at his bleeding member and pronounced irreparable damage. It really was

more than I could handle. Microsurgery was not possible with the equipment in

my clinic. I simply amputated half his cock and sewed up the remainder. It

really didnt look that bad but Butch is terribly upset at the sight of his

own body. He is no longer the man he used to be.

Mike was a friendly guy. He just had a really bad habit. He sunbathed in the

nude. No real problem with that if you use proper protection. But he didnt.

Skin cancer. Of the penis. Its gone now. Both the cancer and the penis.

It used to be eight inches long when erect. Now its less than eight

millimeters. I had to reroute his piss hole too. Not enough left even to

direct a stream. Mikes okay with it all. He has even asked me to remove his

balls too. Too much sex on the brain, nothing to relieve his blue balls.

Hes talked with Doug and seen the results of my work. So I scheduled him for

surgery next week. Cant wait.

The afternoon was spent with my castrated patients. Some of the locals needed

foolproof birth control. I explained it was the simplest of operations.

Several of the men went for it. Its kind of funny seeing a dick with no

balls beneath. Kind of makes a man look even more naked than just not having

clothes on.