Dr. Bernice lovingly administers her therapy to her troubled ex-husband.
“Richard! What are you doing here?!”
“It’s a bit of a story. Got some time?”
Dr. Bernice looked at her schedule, and sure enough it read “New referral appt: R. Blair.” She had not expected it to be her ex-husband.
“Yes, yes. Come back to the office.”
A few minutes later they were facing each other across Dr. Bernice’s desk.
“So, Bernice… what have you been up to? I see that you have your own practice now; I thought you were working with the Center for Compassionate Adjustment.”
“I still do from time to time. I left on good terms to start my own practice, and we refer clients to each other occasionally.”
Richard nodded. “I suppose that you are surprised to see me.”
“Yes, that would certainly be true. Um… why exactly are you here?”
“The truth is… the truth is that I think I need some help. Bad. You remember my moods?”
“Yes, I certainly do,” Dr. Bernice said dryly. “Your ‘moodiness’ got us thrown out of several apartments and almost cost me my career after you started showing up drun—“
“I know, I know. And you remember I really tried to straighten up, both before and after you left. Group therapy, solo sessions, drugs, and of course enough self-medication to put me into several rehab programs. And I’ve still never managed to hang onto a job or a relationship for very long. Now I’m starting to have problems with the law. I finally ended up at the Center with another therapist. They were nice enough, but in the end he suggested coming here, so here I am.”
“Richard—you know that I can’t have therapy sessions with you. You’re my ex-husband, so it would be unethical. Not to mention my own feelings, which I assure you are still conflicted, even after all this time.”
“Bernice, I’ve tried everything else that I can think of. I know you are really good. Most of all, I trust you more than most people… you are the only one who I would do this with.”
“Yes, you. I’ve heard a bit about the special treatment you offer and I know it’s pretty harsh, but I’ve run out of options..”
“Do you know what it entails?
“I have a pretty good idea. I’ve had some samples frozen, just in case.”
Bernice was silent for a time, weighing the options. On the one hand, she felt that she shouldn’t, because of the multitude of ethical and personal issues. But she also knew that Richard truly needed help. From her past experience with him, and from the referral file that she was now leafing through, she could see that it was only a matter of time until something very bad happened, with Richard being either the perpetrator or the victim. The legal section of the file contained several suspended sentences and probation records, while the medical records noted both erectile issues and elevated PSA levels. And she sincerely doubted he would let anybody else carry out the type of treatment she was sure he needed so badly.
Bernice stood up. “Lets give it two weeks. If you still feel the same way then, we can start to discuss some treatment options.”
* * *
It was a Saturday morning a few weeks later at Doctor Bernice’s office. The place was deserted except for two people in the examination room, one of whom was nude and leaning on his elbows over an examination table, while the other was carefully placing needles.
“Okay, Richard—I’m nearly done. I’ve run serum tubes to both testicles. I’m now inserting the last one through your perenium into the prostate. That will probably hurt a little, but I’ve numbed it at best as I can. Are you sure that this is what you want?”
“Then I guess it’s time to start the preliminary serum flow. Be careful—some patients report dizziness when it first enters their system.”
Dr. Bernice paused with her hand over the button that would start the serum pump. She had mostly put her personal feelings aside so far, but this was it—pressing the button would begin the unmanning of her ex-husband. She knew intellectually that over the long haul he would probably be much happier, better adjusted, and healthier. But emotionally…
“What are you waiting for, Bernice?”
With a sigh, she pushed the button.
“So… exactly how does all this work?”
Dr. Bernice suspected that he asked the question more to distract her than because a lack of understanding, but she was grateful for the diversion nonetheless. “Well, as I mentioned earlier, there are two parts to the process. The first part of the treatment, which I just started, is the “pre-serum.” It is a cocktail consisting of a strong vasodilator, an anticoagulant, a muscle relaxant, and a light analgesic. The first two parts open the blood vessels up fully and make sure no blood clots form. The other components are to make sure the patient is relaxed and comfortable.”
“After a while, though, the main serum starts to flow. The serum does most of the real work of the treatment. It is derived from proteins found in certain reptiles and polymerizes the glandular tissues it touches, but nothing else. It also breaks down in the body so rapidly that it doesn’t spread or cause complications. When the process has fully run its course, the man’s urine and any remaining semen will be pink.”
“What’s with the three tubes?”
“Originally there were only two, one for each testicle. However, sometimes I add a third to include the prostate in the treatment, especially if there is any indication that it could be a problem area. Treating the prostate also provides a cushion in case, um…”
“In case a man’s balls manage to survive?” Richard asked gruffly.
“How can you tell when the pre-show is over and the main event starts?”
“Um, well, most patients report a feeling of cold, and then warmth, in their scrotu… um, sac.”
“I just felt that, so I guess it’s really started.”
Dr. Bernice watched the slow but steady drip of fluid, with each drop removing a tiny amount of Richard’s troubled manhood. The pre-serum had opened the testicular blood vessels up, allowing his testicles to fully accept the drug which now bathing them. She looked at his smooth pink scrotum, so large and soft and vulnerable. Reaching out, she cupped it in her hands and felt the warmth as her serum silently began to ravage the oversized but defenseless balls inside…what Richard used to call his “babymakers.”
“What are you doing…?”
“Shhh… just relax. I have to make sure that the serum has completely spread throughout the tissues.” Dr. Bernice began to gently roll and caress his testicles.
“Are you sure you need to… uh!” Richard let out an exclamation as his ex-wife surprised him by sliding his penis into her mouth. Dr. Bernice continued to fondle his testicles with one hand, while she unbuttoned her blouse with the other. Now she was naked from the waist up, exposing a pair of heavy, mature breasts that she normally hid from the public beneath conservative clothing. Indeed, they jiggled and swayed softly as she gently but insistently sucked on Richard’s penis and slowly massaged his sweet, dying balls.
Richard and Dr. Bernice both knew that her ministrations, especially of his testicles, were accelerating the quiet destruction going on in his sac, but he would not—could not–have stopped her actions for anything. Instead, he merely gripped the table so hard that it creaked as the sensations washed over him: he was looking down as a an attractive topless 40-year-woman with long dark hair and huge pale breasts sucked him and fondled him while her concoction slowly cooked his balls and prostate. Indeed, the thought of his strong, busty, and articulate ex-wife gently and permanently unmanning him, even as she slowly and lovingly pleasured him with fingers, lips, and tongue, was proving to be too much; he could feel the pressure slowly building, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of… of… surrender? passion? orgasm? Whatever it was it was starting to bubble up and…
“Oh!” Dr. Bernice pulled back slightly and continued her soft handwork on his smooth cock and balls as he began to ejaculate. Now it was Richard who spoke: “Oh, Bernice!…that feels sooo good…. please don’t stop. Oh honey… Ohhhh… Ohhhhhhhh….” Dr. Bernice smiled tenderly as Richard gasped and spurted, covering her soft, full breasts with pink cum in her ex-husband’s final act of love as a full man.
Both of them remembered the morning vividly for quite some time afterward. In later weeks, as Richard’s dangerous passions faded in the wake of his calming, their shared morning of unconventional love helped them rekindle a friendship that both had thought lost during the course of their short and unhappy marriage.
* * *
Sometime later Dr. Bernice was discussing her feelings about Richard’s castration with her lover and confidante, George. Like most of her lovers, George was a bit nervous and high-strung. Tonight, however, he listened intently as she told the story, though as she came to the end his initial comment was rather difficult to interpret:
Actually, it was more of a moan combined with sigh, rather than a clear statement. The doctor suspected that George’s situation may have had something to do with this; during most of the tale he had been kneeling on the bed naked, rear-end in the air, with Dr. Bernice reaching deep inside of him and gently massaging his prostate. She herself wore only a pair of black-high stockings and heels as her finger simultaneously soothed and stimulated George. Now, as she reached the end at the end of the story, George began to orgasm violently, spurting long, gooey ropes of cum again and again as she rhythmically stroked his testicles and penis with her free hand.
“Oh Georgie… I see you liked the story…It seems to have made you so excited…That’s it, sweetie… let it all out… that’s it…. that’s a good boy… just let all of that sweet boy-milk out…don’t hold it in… let it go… that’s it, sweetie… empty those big sweet balls for me, honey… good… good….Shhh… just rest now, sweetie…let me hold you in my mouth as you get soft… mmm….”
After a short clean-up, Dr. Bernice’s boyfriend lay beside her while she gently stroked his hair. George always produced a lot of cum, but tonight it seemed to go on even longer than usual. As she watched him doze, Dr. Bernice wondered if, or rather when, George would request the calming serum for himself. He was openly fascinated by the process, and for some reason it seemed that sooner or later most of her lovers desired it. Her serum therapy allowed their nervousness to be almost literally drained away, much as Richard’s dangerous chronic anger had been. She sighed and snuggled up next to George and began to drift off herself as she imagining what it would be like to feel George quivering against her…hearing him moaning softly… her whispering soft encouragements…seeing his huge final load of warm pink semen pumping into her loving, waiting, hands… tenderly relieving him of his anxiety and his manhood at the same time…
Steve undergoes treatment for his anxiety problem, under the caring hands of Dr. Bernice
“That’s it, Steven. Just relax. Your scrotum should be mostly numb now. Just nod for me if it is.”
Steven nodded slightly. He was naked with a newly-smooth scrotum, with small tubes leading into the underside of his sac. His limbs felt heavy, partly because of the muscle relaxants and partly from all of the anti-anxiety drugs in his system. But soon he hoped he would be able to get rid of the latter, because today he was in the process of undergoing calming therapy with Dr. Bernice.
“That’s good … Just hold your legs in that position as while I finish positioning the tubes.” Steven did as he was told. He enjoyed feeling Dr. Bernice’s almost motherly touch, and her kneeling position allowed him a rare view of the valley between her sizable breasts. He hoped that she attributed his partial arousal to the touching, rather than to anything else.
Dr. Bernice stood up, ending his pleasant view. “Okay … we are almost ready to start. Are you sure you are ready?”
“I’m sure, Dr. Bernice.”
“Okay, then we’ll start the procedure now. The needles into the blood vessels that carry the blood to your testicles are in place. I’ll start the serum flow now.” Dr. Bernice reached around Steven and opened a valve. He could smell her perfume as she was near him. He liked it—it made him thing of magnolias and spice–and had come to find it soothing. He also liked the sound of her voice, which he found warm and reassuring in its own right. Indeed, he had liked everything about the doctor ever since he had had his first session at the Center for Compassionate Adjustment some months prior, when he had come looking for a treatment for his chronic nervousness and anxiety. He had come to the Center because he had heard that it offered non-traditional treatments and procedures for people who either had not responded to, or simply did not like, talk therapies and drugs. Many patients liked the touch and bodywork therapies the Center offered, which Steven liked, but mostly he had stayed because of his liking (perhaps almost a secret crush?) on his therapist.
“Now, Steven, here comes the first part of the treatment. Your testicles may tingle a little at first, but don’t worry—I’m right here to make sure that everything is all right.
Indeed, his balls were starting to tingle a bit; his breath drew in. The room also swam a little. .
“Are you doing okay?”
“Yes…just a little dizzy, I guess.”
“Don’t worry—it’ll all be over before too much longer.” Dr. Bernice stepped closer, and put an arm around him to steady him. “The preliminary serum is starting now, and the main part of the treatment will begin soon.”
Dr. Bernice felt Steven begin to relax against her. This gave her a warm feeling; she truly enjoyed helping her male patients become … how to put it?… calmer, more gentle, and more focused. The world had too many cocky loose cannons wandering around causing trouble at home and abroad; this was her small way of helping the problem, while also helping patients gain control of their feelings of stress and anxiety. And, truth be told, she received a certain thrill out of the process, though she rarely admitted it to herself; she helped patients choose between virile unhappiness and… A chime interrupted her thoughts.
“Okay, Steven. The second portion of the serum is starting to flow. What do you feel?”
“I feel like something cool is entering my balls.”
“Good. Just relax…I think you may find it soothing. And they will warm up soon, as the serum begins to work.”
Indeed, he did… though being so close to his favorite doctor was helping too. “Dr. Bernice…”
“Do you like doing this? I mean, you really seem to … well…”
“Enjoy my work? Yes, I do. I like helping men such as yourself become less anxious and worried.”
“Thank you, Dr. Bernice. I’ve really enjoyed our sessions together.”
“Why thank you, Steven. I’ve enjoyed them, too. Hmm, let me check your tubes. No, don’t pull back… I can feel them. Yes… here, let me make sure that the serum is getting everywhere it should be…”
The doctor gently kneaded Steven’s smooth scrotum, noting that his already sizable testicles were warm and slightly swollen. “Does that hurt, Steven?”
“Please…It feels good.”
“Would you like me to keep doing it?”
His only reply was to nod and to lean into Dr. Bernice more.
The serum was dripping steadily now. The doctor imagined how each successive drop was permanently quieting a bit of the tissue making Steve unhappy and motivating men in general to do foolish things. Her serum was now working on a the man who she now literally held within her arms, his chest pressing against her breasts and his head resting lightly on her shoulder…the same sweet young man whose large, soft testicles she now held in her hand, even as her fluid silently deballed him.
The doctor’s kneading became more caressing, and she was using both hands now. With one hand she fondled his large, doomed balls, which both comforted Steve while also making sure the drug worked its way all through them. With her other she gently stroked his penis, which was gradually becoming more and more erect from her attention. “Shhh…. yes, that’s it. Just relax. Let the serum do its work. Shhh…Do your balls feel nice and warm now? Good…That means its working…Goodness, you’re getting big… Shhh.”
Dr. Bernice continued to gently work her patient’s cock and balls. His penis was quite firm now, and his breathing was becoming ragged.
“That’s it, Stevie… just relax. I see your pre-cum is starting… it looks a little pink… that’s good… it means the serum is doing its job. Shhhh… Yes… yes… you can give it me. Just relax…I promise it won’t hurt… you can spurt in my hands if you need to… I don’t mind. That’s it…just come into my hands. That’s a good boy… yes, it’s okay… Just let it go… So hard and firm…yes…Shhh…here it comes… oh! yes, it’s starting now…out with it …out with it… yes, let it all go…yes… yes… that’s good…let it all come out… yes… is that all? You’ve given it all to me? Okay… good… all done…
Steven and the doctor were both sweating as his spasms ceased. “Shhh…it’s okay…just catch your breath. Is everything okay now, Stevie?”
“Yes Doctor… and I think a little better already!”
“Yes, Steven, I’m sure you do.” The doctor looked at her hand, which held a good amount of pink-tinged semen. “The pink flow shows that the treatment is done; the serum has spread through your testicles and permanently denatured them. And”—she smiled—“I think we have also just helped to rebalance your hormone levels a little.”
Dr. Bernice moved to the sink and began to wash her hands. Fondly she watched Steve’s final offering slide off her hands and down the drain, taking his anxiety problems and fears of responsibility with it. Nearby stood her patient, grateful for having been calmed by, and in, her hands. Further readjustment sessions began to take shape in her imagination…
He got a referral for a lady surgeon to correct a minor problem.
When he showed up for the appointment he was ushered into a small exam room by the surgeon’s assistant, a brisk and willowy young brunette with olive skin and curly hair pulled back in a ponytail.
She says, “OK, drop you drawers,” and tells him to get on the exam chair.
He stammers, “But, my problem isn’t…,” but he meekly does what he’s told.
When he gets on the exam chair he automatically closes his legs out of modesty.
She grabs his knees and pulls them apart saying, “Spread ’em! You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before.”
He spreads his legs all the way until they’re pressed back flat onto the chair. He blushes in embarrassment at having his private parts so shamefully exposed to a strange woman.
He stammers, “But, but why do, do I…?”
She calmly replies, “The doctor’s going to want to talk to you about castration.”
“Castration?”, he says with a frightened bleat, “Why does she…”
Suddenly, the lady surgeon comes in. She’s a solid, attractive brunette of forty wearing jeans and a blouse.
She goes over to him and instantly starts manhandling his genitals, inspecting them closely, pulling, squeezing, stretching.
He notices she’s not wearing gloves. She tells him she needs the close, tactile skin-on-skin contact.
She shifts her focus to his scrotum and its contents, gently squeezing and rolling his testicles.
She announces, “Yes, perfect. I want to take these.”
Then she bluntly asks him, “Have you ever considered castration?”
He replies, “No, no, of course not.”
She asks coyly, “Not even as a fantasy?”
He replies, “Well, yes, as a matter of fact I have, but I don’t see…”
She announces, “Good. Then let’s begin.”
He squeaks, “But, wait!”
“Castration’s not that bad,” she says soothingly. “Just relax and enjoy it.”
He squirms and moans, “Nooooooooo”.
She scoffs, “What a little slut he is! Look how he squirms.” Then she grabs his cock and says, “And just look how hard his cock is. He obviously wants it.”
He jumps when she grabs his cock. He hadn’t even been aware of his own arousal because everything was moving so fast.
Feeling her grip on his erection pushes him over the edge and with an anguished moan he starts spraying semen all over his chest and belly. She helps finish him off with a few slow, smooth strokes. “That should help him relax.”
The assistant hands her some paper towels to wipe the semen off her hands.
The assistant asks, “Should we clean him up?”
The surgeon replies, “No, it’s not in our way. Leave it for later.” Then she says, “Give me the local numbing pump.”
He feels powerless to resist. It’s as if she has taken complete ownership of his genitals. He has unwittingly entered into her domain where her will is law. It’s her exam room, her assistant, her skills, her years of experience, her tools. It has reduced him to a helpless lump of quivering flesh completely at the mercy of her skillful hands.
The assistant stands to one side as the surgeon begins and says, “I always love watching you do this.” The surgeon just grins.
He realizes she was right. He floats on a warm, dreamy cloud of pleasure as she performs the task.
Then he hears the sound of two liquid plops followed by the snap of a plastic lid that reverberates with finality.
The surgeon gets up, washes her hands and says, “Clean him up and send him on his way,” and then quickly leaves.