Chapter I
Dream come true
Larry floated to the surface of consciousness, disoriented and confused. Where was he? The room slowly came into focus and memory started to return. The room was bright with afternoon sun, clinically bright, white, and clean. He was in hospital and he began to remember why.
A door opened and a smiling nurse entered. "You're back with us I see. Don't move just yet. You have a catheter draining your urine and we don't want it dislodged do we?" She stood by the bed, alongside the small trolley she had brought in which held a thermometer, blood pressure monitor, and other medical odds and ends. "Just relax and 'go with the flow' until the anaesthetic is fully out of your system. I guess you have a mouth like the bottom of a parrot's cage, well once Dr Mendez has given the all clear you can have a drink. He should be here any minute." She busied herself checking him over. "Your 'vitals' are fine." She said, replacing the tools of her trade on the trolley.
The door opened a second time and a dapper moustached, white coated figure entered. "Ah this is Dr Mendez Mr Soames." The Dr gave a small bow and smiled. "He's recovering fine Dr so I'll leave you, but I'm only at the desk outside the door if you need me."
The Dr checked Larry's pulse, examined his pupils and pronounced him 'Recovering nicely'. "I know it's been over 24 hours since you've eaten but we won't push our luck. Fluids only until tomorrow I'm afraid. I'll leave instructions with nurse Perero on my way out and I'll see you tomorrow." With that he left, waving casually.
Nurse Perero returned with a jug of iced fruit juice and a tumbler. "OK Mr Soames, let's see if we can sit up shall we?" Why did nurses always use 'we'. She helped him to a semi-sitting position and gave him sips from the tumbler.
The effort left him surprisingly tired, and his head spinning. "Just lie back and relax. You'll probably drop off to sleep again now which is just fine. Is there anything I can do for you?" He was becoming so sleepy he couldn't think of a think. Had there been a sedative the drink? Who cared? "No thank you he," murmured".
"Well, I'm right outside if you need anything. Just push this button." She placed the small alarm unit in his hand but he was already on the way to the 'land of Nod'.
The following morning he awoke refreshed and feeling almost back to normal. After a few minutes a new nurse appeared, and after the usual 'vital signs' checks offered to bring him hot water and washing materials. He found sitting up unaided no problem, though a slight tugging between his legs reminded him of the catheter, and after a good wash and shave felt fine.
After breakfast Dr Mendez appeared. His examination this time included a careful inspection of the surgery he had performed the day before. "Fine, he declared everything settling nicely. Well leave the catheter in place until the site has healed in a few days. If you need to empty your bowels the nurse will help you with a commode. You must keep scrupulously clean down there so as not to infect your relocated Urethra. You may get up and move around as soon as you feel like it, but don't overdo it and I'll see you again tomorrow when we can have a long discussion about your surgery and what to expect in the near future. Keep a note of any queries you think of and I'll answer them then if I can. Bye for now," and he left smiling.
The nurse returned."Dr Mendez says you're doing fine. If you want to get up give me a buzz. I'll help you the first time so you don't get tangled up in the plumbing she joked. You'll probably feel a bit unsteady anyway."
She fussily straightened his bed sheets, fluffed his pillows and went out.
As he lay there, the realisation of what had happened began to dawn on him. He had to know but was almost afraid to find out. Slowly he felt downwards over his abdomen, lower until he encountered a thin strip of surgical tape. No bandages or heavy dressings. No drain tubes. There was nothing else. He suddenly checked, heart pounding. THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE. He carefully felt between his legs moving toward his butt and located the catheter, just in front of his Anus. From now on the opening that it was temporarily draining would be his 'Peehole'. Dr Mendez had done it then, exactly as Larry had asked.
He felt surprisingly numb in his loins, but that was nothing compared to the excitement he felt at being as he had wanted to be, for as long as he could remember. He cautiously lifted the bed clothes and saw exactly what his fingers had told him to expect, and what he thought he would never see.
He buzzed for the nurse who helped him out of bed and into a chair. "Walk around if you like Mr Soames, but if you do, don't forget to take the cradle holding your urine bag with you. If you want to leave the room it's OK but tell me if you plan on leaving the ward." He strolled around the ward, sat in the lounge and read the month old magazines for a while, ate and drank normally and even managed a shower. Toward evening Dr Mendez arrived and together they returned to his room. He stood whilst Dr Mendez examined his handiwork and pronounced himself pleased with the result and the speed with which it was healing. "O.K. Mr Soames lets sit and talk." He said at last.
They settled into the only two chairs in the room. "How does it feel down there?" He asked, nodding towards larry's groin.
"Strange, not what I expected, although I don't actually know what I expected. The end of my Penis seems detached from the rest, floating somehow."
Dr Mendez nodded. "Don't worry. How it feels now is temporary. We wanted to use the smallest possible incision through which to introduce your Penis into your scrotum. This meant a bit of squeezing and pushing, as well as some stretching of the skin of the Scrotum over the top of your Penis in order to get as much as possible inside before we sutured it closed. At the moment a lot of what you feel is a result of this trauma, and local anaesthetic which has not fully worn off. It will change in the coming days."
"How long will it take to 'stabilise'? I won't say 'get back to normal', that's the last thing I want," asked Larry grinning.
"Well" said Dr Mendez "From the medical standpoint your Penis is in the perfect healing environment. Protected from germs and infection, bathed in sterile body fluids at body temperature, give or take a degree or two and cushioned from shock and injury. I would say, what it feels like forty eight hours from now is what you can expect long-term. After all, we did little invasive surgery on your Penis, only an incision on top, near the base to receive the scrotal skin where it enters your Scrotum, and that is mostly external" He paused "If you've no more questions for the moment I'll see you again in a couple of days and if everything continues to progress as it is now we can remove the catheter and sutures and think about discharging you. In the meantime if you have any concerns you can always contact me by asking a nurse." With that he shook hands and left Larry to ponder his new situation.
The two days passed uneventfully and as Dr Mendez had predicted the sensation in his genitals subtly changed to what was to become the new 'Norm' for him.
Dr Mendez arrived after the evening meal, and after a thorough examination pronounced himself satisfied, and instructed the nurse to remove the catheter and all sutures. When she had finished and left the room Dr Mendez motioned Larry to a chair and himself, sat in the other.
"So Mr Soames, Is it what you hoped? How does it feel now?"
"I have much more feeling than I had but subtle, subdued somehow, and the head of my Penis still feels detached unless of course I squeeze and massage it from outside and then things get a bit more intense"
Dr Mendez nodded "Let me explain" he said. "What was the external part of your Penis is now fully enclosed within your Scrotum, surrounded by fluid which damps or cushions movement. Within there, the only contact it has is with your testicles, which are soft and whose motion is also damped by the fluid, and the inside of your Scrotum which is soft mucosal tissue. The fluid also acts as a lubricant. The only part of your Penis which is sensitive enough to feel these subtle contacts is the head. The shaft having far fewer receptors, as well as being covered in skin is not sensitive enough to feel anything. In addition there will be no sensation of temperature, such as the cool touch of a cold hand, or a hot bath. Everything in there is at the same temperature. That's why the head of your Penis feels detached. It's the only part of it which is sending signals to your brain from within your Scrotum,but as you say, if you stimulate from outside you have feeling along it's whole length."
Larry nodded, satisfied. "What about erections doctor. Is there enough room? So far on the couple of occasions I've felt it becoming aroused I've done mental arithmetic to stop it!"
"The Scrotum is very accommodating" He replied. "Think of the difference in size between a cold shower and a hot bath. I'm sure you will be able to manage. You may find you have to manipulate the skin around it, and you may have some discomfort particularly when you ejaculate but it shouldn't be painful. In addition, when your scrotum reaches the limit of it's elasticity, continued extension of your Penis within will tend to pull it bodily away from your body, hence the discomfort, but it allows for more erection. Finally your Penis can also extend backward a little into your abdomen. It all helps. Having said all this, some discomfort when aroused might be one thing you have to learn to live with. If your worst fears are realised there is always the possibility of reversing the procedure, or opening up the scrotum and performing a partial penectomy to shorten it but I can't see it. As for involuntary night time erections there is every chance that in time your brain may adjust through biofeedback. As the pressure increases to discomfort level this may signal the brain subconsciously to halt the erectile mechanism. It may be though that disturbed sleep is a price you'll have to pay to be the way you want. Having said all that, your penis is quite small, and maybe as a result of the hydrocele from which you suffered a couple of years ago stretching the tissue, your scrotum is quite large, so everything is in your favour." After a pause he continued "Well Mr Soames if that's all for now I'll leave you."
"Oh just one thing Dr. Could I have a mirror. I haven't actually seen myself properly?"
"Sure" he replied I'll send the nurse in with one.
A few moments later she entered wheeling a full length mirror. As she turned to leave some impulse made him suddenly call "Stop!" Lowering his voice he said quietly "Would you mind staying a moment?"
"Not at all Mr Soames" she replied.
He dropped his robe and pyjamas and stood naked before the mirror seeing for the first time in total the new reality of his body. He turned to the nurse. "Could you come to terms with a man who liked like me?" He asked.
She looked and noticed the small mound just above his testicles which she concluded must be the head of his Penis. "If I loved him enough Mr Soames, I hope I could come to terms with anything. If I couldn't, would you want to know me anyway?"
"Thank you nurse. You don't know how that has helped.".
"I'm glad I could reassure you" she said smiling as she walked out.
As he continued to analyse his new manhood, he felt a stirring within his scrotum. As he watched in the mirror, the 'mound' began to move slowly downward. He was having an erection. Instead of mental arithmetic he began to fantasise and it became more intense. He felt the pressure against the end and pulled skin forward and upward to create some room, this was soon filled and his scrotum began to take on a pear- like shape. The narrow end pointing away from his body being pushed by his penis, the bulbous part near his abdomen formed by his testicles as they were being squeezed against the shaft by the tension in the skin. He gently began squeezing and massaging, but the barrier of his scrotal skin subdued sensation and reduced the effectiveness of his efforts. He squeezed and massaged harder, pulling, pushing, anything he could think to bring it quickly to a conclusion. On the verge of pain it came suddenly. His Penis pulsed as violently as it could within it's prison of tissue, three times. He cried out involuntarily and even as he watched, the mound began to move back and his scrotum began to take on it's usual shape. He felt his testicles slowly drift downwards to base of his sac, while his Penis came to rest, finally, its head just above, and just touching the upper surface of his balls, completely relaxed.
He became of aware of the nurse at his side. "Are you OK Mr Soames? I heard you call out, are you in pain? Can I do anything?"
He was consumed with shame, embarrassment, humiliation, and guilt. He replied, thickly, unable to meet her concerned gaze "I'm sorry nurse, I couldn't help myself. I guess I could use some Kleenex, and something to clean the floor."
She left briefly and returned with medical wipes, Q-tips and paper towels. As he reached out to take them she stopped him gently. "It's O.K. Mr Soames. It happens all the time. Let me do it, it's what I'm paid for, it's why I'm here. If I couldn't do this kind of thing I'd find another job. Everything's alright, honestly." He sighed and dropped his arm.
She knelt in front of him and began to raise his scrotum to reach his perineum, something made her stop, something odd."Is this O.K. Mr Soames? I don't want to hurt you. I've never nursed a man who's had your procedure."
"You're not hurting me" he replied quietly, still embarrassed.
At that moment she realised what was odd. The presence of his Penis occupying the space inside his Scrotum made it a little less soft and offered a little more resistance than normal. She cleaned his perineum and gently swabbed inside the end of his Urethra with a Q-tip and as she lowered his Scrotum noticed once again the almost imperceptible, smooth mound caused by the head of his Penis within, which appeared just above his testicles beneath the skin. She wiped the Semen from the floor where it had dripped from his Urethral opening.
"I guess I'll have to find a way of preventing that" he said with a self conscious chuckle.
"I'll work on it" she replied
"Has anyone ever told you what an angel you are?"
"Oh yes. Believe it or not Mr Soames, most men in here who have penile surgery do what just happened to you. We usually put it down to having their most intimate parts handled by us in the course of changing dressings etc. But your surgery was so minimally invasive in that area we've hardly touched it. Probably just relief of tension and excitement now the job's done and you're going home. Forget it."
"If there was a bar around here I'd buy you a drink," he grinned.
"Well there isn't, so how about a warm drink and a light sedative to give you a good night's sleep?"
"Sounds fine to me."
As she disposed of the soiled material she mused on Mr Soames. He puzzled her. She had nursed men who had undergone genital modification for years. It was one reason she had left the States for her current post here in Sri Lanka. The subject intrigued her.
She could appreciate that some men thought of their penises as 'growths' or 'tumours' to be excised, misguided and mentally deranged though they might be, and if penectomy left them happy that was fine. Similarly, she could appreciate men who were unhappy with their masculinity, the body hair, the aggression, the sex drive and wished for a calmer gentler existence. Well, castration was quick and usually effective. Mr Soames fell into neither of these categories. He was quite happy to keep his Penis, fully intact, well as fully intact as any man who undergoes a vasectomy. His testicles too posed him no problem. He seemed quite happy to retain all aspects of his manhood. He just wanted them 'put beyond use'. It reminded her of UK news broadcasts about the IRA who would not relinquish their weapons, but would put them 'verifiably beyond use'.
She would never understand. Maybe he didn't understand himself. It was though an obviously compelling need.
She returned to his room a while later with the drink, a pill, and 4 or 5 small yellow cylinders about 2cm long and half a centimetre diameter.
"Try these" she said as she offered him all but one of the cylinders. Memory foam ear defenders, smallest size. As she spoke she rolled and squeezed the cylinder into along thin cone. See if you can get it about half way in, but don't lose it!"
He easily and painlessly pushed the cone halfway in and felt expand until it filled the end of his Urethra. "Takes about 30 seconds" she said. "O.K. Pull it out gently."
He was surprised at how firmly it was implanted but removed it without difficulty. "I guess that would hold until I was ready to get rid of it. Can I keep these?" Sure she replied "I'll give you some more before you leave but you can get them in any Pharmacy." With that she watched take the sedative and left.
The next he knew it was morning; he was fresh, relaxed and ready to go.
Dr Mendez arrived early, gave him a thorough exam and pronounced him fit.
"The nurse tells me you had a good night." He said enigmatically. "There no clinical contra-indications so if you're happy, when the paperwork's done you may go."
"That's fine by me Doc. The sooner the better."
"I'll see you in two weeks in my outpatient clinic. The nurse will arrange an appointment. If everything goes as it should, and I'm sure it will you may fly home a new man."
Thirty minutes later he was in a cab heading for the holiday chalet he had rented for the six weeks he thought the whole job might take. The way things were looking though, the next month could just be one long holiday. He felt once again the stirring within his scrotum as he moved his legs to adjust his position. He just smiled noticing the gentle pressure inside the end of his urethra. He still had three ear plugs left.
Chapter II
Living the dream
Three years had passed. Three happy and fulfilling years. He was back in SriLanka, permanently. He had applied for, and got a government IT post in Colombo which was now his home. He had met Zoe, also an 'ex pat' and local school teacher who from the outset had no qualms regarding his altered sexuality. For over six months now they had been what most people would consider 'An item'. She seemed happy to please him in every way possible without demanding anything herself. Even heavy petting which was the most he could offer seemed to be something she enjoyed for his sake rather than her own. He often wondered about her background. Perhaps there was something religious, a vow of chastity maybe and his condition made her feel safe from her own human frailty. Even if her resolve failed in a moment of weakness there was no way he could penetrate her. Perhaps she had been abused as a child, or raped and felt secure in the knowledge that his 'manhood' presented no threat. Who knew? Who cared? He didn't pry. Nor did she pry into the reason for his genital modification. They just accepted each other, thanked their lucky stars and were happy.
Larry had begun to sense that subtle changes were taking place within his scrotum. The head of his penis didn't always feel so detached, as it had in the past. When he became aroused and the glans moved forward beyond his testicles he sometimes thought he could feel them brushing against the shaft.
By the end of the year he was sure. His penis was definitely becoming more sensitive. The discomfort on ejaculating which he had learned to accept as a normal part of his orgasm was increasing, almost becoming painful. He also found that he could stimulate the head of his penis through his slacks and shorts. He'd been able to do that before the surgery of course, but his penis wasn't inside his scrotum then. On Zoe's insistence he phoned Dr Mendez.
"Just to be sure nothing sinister is going on."
His appointment was for the following afternoon and he was early. Dr Mendez secretary, it seemed to him always gave him a 'knowing' smile. As though she was fully aware of his secret down below and wanted him to know. He usually founded it slightly arousing and returned as good as he got, but not today. She became serious and ushered him into the office.
"Hi Larry. You're looking well take a seat" After long association with Dr Mendez through his regular checkups he didn't mind him using his Christian name, but could never bring himself to call the man opposite anything other than Dr Mendez or Doc.
"What can I do for you?"
Larry explained his concerns.
"O.K. let's have look. Drop your pants and lie on the couch."
Dr Mendez did an exhaustive visual exam of Larry's scrotum and declared nothing visually amiss.
"I'd like to palpate you if I may Larry."
"Sure doctor, anything you need to do."
The Doctor carefully probed his scrotum and gently rolled his testicles between finger and thumb. When he began to feel along the length of Larry's penis almost immediately it began to respond.
"See what I mean Dr Mendez?"
"I certainly do Larry. It wasn't reacting like that at your last exam. Your diagnosis of increased sensitivity seems correct. O.K. Get dressed."
"Well I can rule out two things would really worry me. I thought maybe the increased discomfort when you climax might be because your scrotum was shrinking for some reason. I haven't any historical data to compare it's current size with unfortunately, but I'm fairly certain it hasn't shrunk. Would you agree?"
"I've certainly no reason to think that, and Zoe hasn't commented and she examines it every bit as thoroughly as you do" he grinned.
"Good. The other worry was that your penis was getting bigger, maybe total immersion in fluid for so long was causing it to absorb and swell, like your skin does when you stay in the tub too long, but there's no evidence of that either. What do you..and Zoe think?" he said laughing.
Dr Mendez returned to his desk and pulled out some forms.
"I think we need to run some tests Larry. Some scans. I'd also like to take some fluid from inside your scrotum, we'll numb it, it won't hurt and have it checked. Is that O.K?"
"Sure" said Larry go ahead.
"I'll fill out the scan requests now and take the fluid sample myself. My secretary will give you a ring when the scans are set up."
"That's fine doc I'll wait to hear from you." And with that he returned home.
A couple of weeks later the results were in and he was back in Dr Mendez' office.
"The news is all good, at least I hope you think it is. This is absolutely fascinating. You would make a great research topic Larry. We ought to discuss it sometime."
"If you don't mind doc, I'd rather discuss what's happening to my penis right now".
"Oh! Sure. Sorry. Well the scans show a change in density and texture of the penile tissue and the fluid sample I took was really exciting. There was an extremely low level of squamous cells, far lower than we would expect. Let me explain. Squamous cells are skin. Your penis is covered in skin and like any other organ sheds and replaces cells regularly. In your case the old cells are shed into your scrotal fluid and ultimately broken down and reabsorbed into your body. But there aren't enough of them. What we found were more mucosal type cells, the cells lining your mouth and nose, or a female vagina. The results can indicate only one thing. Your penis is changing and adapting to it's new environment. It no longer needs 'outside skin' to protect it so it is gradually replacing it with the type found in 'internal organs'. It doesn't need protection from the external environment so it's shedding it's armour so to speak. That's why it's more sensitive. The glans, the head, is becoming more sensitive for a similar reason. You were circumcised, and as I'm sure you know, circumcised men lose sensitivity in the exposed head as a result of friction with clothing etc. Well your glans has been protected from all that for over four years and so it's sensitivity is returning."
Larry nodded.
"The only cloud on the horizon is that I don't think that your penis in it's present state would survive outside your scrotum. We have passed 'a point of no return'. I don't think the modification could now be reversed without sacrificing your penis."
"That's a lot to take in doc. I'm not worried about the point of no return thing. I've never for a moment wanted to be back the way I was. The only cloud on my horizon is will the changes stop. At the moment I'm mostly enjoying the increased sensitivity, but much more and it could become a painful problem".
"Oh yes Larry your penis will stabilise at it's optimum for the environment it's in, in terms of tissue structure. I can't say when that will be but now we know we can monitor it's progress via fluid samples and measure the rate of change. I'd like another sample now if that's O.K.?"
As Larry walked down the hospital steps he felt his testicles gently rubbing the shaft of his penis, and the head gently pushing at the inside of his scrotum. His penis was now so sensitive he was almost constantly aware of it.
"How much more sensitive could it get?" He wondered..and worried slightly
The sensitivity very gradually continued to increase. In fact it was now so sensitive that the slightest movement caused a reaction, thus when he walked for instance, his penis was permanently erect to a degree.
He also found it increasingly necessary to orgasm to obtain relief from the almost constant sensation in his scrotum. He was also finding that reaching a climax was taking longer and he was making increasingly frequent demands on Zoe. He could do it himself of course, but with her help relief came quicker, and consequently the pain, the discomfort he had always felt in the latter stages just before ejaculation was now quite definitely pain didn't last as long.
The distraction due to the activity inside his scrotum was lowering his performance at work and both colleagues and management were noticing. At the moment they were attributing it to overwork, or maybe a little stress, but it was showing.
He began to drink, just a little, because the effect of the alcohol lowered his libido and he was less conscious of the sensation in his genitals. Nocturnal erections though were a different matter. He now awoke moaning with the pain until the erection subsided. He began taking sedatives. Was the dream becoming a nightmare? It was time to call Dr Mendez.
He was in Dr Mendez office on the couch. Dr Mendez immediately saw Larry's condition. Instead of the gentle mound toward the top of his scrotum which in earlier times had indicated the resting place of his flaccid penis within, he could now clearly see the distension of the lower part of his scrotum caused by the pressure from inside.
"Ok Larry. Get dressed" he said thoughtfully."I have some good news. The rate of tissue change is quite obviously slowing. Your penis must be nearing the optimum in terms of tissue structure. Once that happens, and the sensitivity stops increasing things may settle. In a manner analogous to the lack of sensitivity in the uncircumcised penis caused by constant contact with clothing etc., this process is presumably going on within your scrotum, albeit more slowly due to the lubrication in there and the nature of the tissue with which it is in contact. At the moment it is being 'thwarted' so to speak, or counteracted by the increasing sensitivity which is currently occurring."
He looked at Larry sympathetically. "Is it intolerable Larry?" he asked gently.
"Not quite doc. The pain towards the end of an orgasm when it's pushing at it's hardest, and the subsequent 'ejaculation' is the worst, but pain and pleasure often go together and I can tolerate it at the moment, but not if got much worse".
"OK Larry" Dr Mendez replied."We'll keep up our regular sessions but if it becomes intolerable in the meantime you have my number."
The process went on until one night he awoke screaming in pain and Zoe called Dr Mendez. He came and gave a Larry a knockout shot.
"We have to do something Mrs Soames. Pain is nature's way of telling us to stop. There could be permanent damage occurring in his scrotum which could have implications for the rest of his system."
"What can you Dr.? You said yourself his penis couldn't now survive outside his scrotum even if you removed it. If you did he would lose it altogether."
"Maybe that's a price he'll have to consider paying for the six years he's had living his dream." I'll call by tomorrow when the sedative has worn off and talk to him. Goodnight for now Mr Soames" and with that he left.
Zoe looked down at her partner, and went to replace the covers which were still where Dr Mendez had left them after his exam. The tension in Larry's scrotum was gone, but the bulk of the still partially erect penis inside was clearly visible. Even heavy sedation couldn't completely reverse the tumescence. A tear rolled down her cheek as she gently covered him and turned out the light.
Larry was awake but still in bed when Dr Mendez arrived. He gave him a quick 'once over' then sat on the edge of the bed.
"You can't carry on like this Larry. Zoe tells me you're in almost constant pain to some degree, and that you have to masturbate daily, if not more to get any sort of relief. You're drinking and taking sedatives too. You're doing yourself real harm Larry. Its not just your penis. This almost permanent erection is putting pressure on your testicles too."
Larry realised that Dr. Mendez was right. "What now then doc?"
"I've been thinking about this for a while, it was obvious that some form of intervention would probably be needed. Even though your penis seems to have stabilised, it will be a while before it becomes desensitised. Hear what I have to say and don't interrupt. I want you to let remove one of your testicles. Yours are a bit larger than average, maybe a hangover from your hydrocele, some tissue thickening, perhaps. Also some tissue from the thickened membrane which once covered them will be there too and I can remove that, along with the spermatic duct and any other redundant plumbing I can find in there. I can also get a firsthand look at what's happened to your penis. With unnecessary organs and tissue gone there just might be enough extra room in there to make things more comfortable."
Larry thought and replied, "I hadn't planned on castration as a solution doc. If I can't enjoy my situation you may as well take the whole lot."
"I'm not talking castration Larry. You won't miss one testicle, apart from the relief you'll get from being able to move around in there. You'll be able to enjoy your situation again, instead of painfully tolerating it. The remaining testicle will be more than enough to maintain normal libido."
"I don't have any choice do I doc?" He smiled
"Not unless you want me remove your penis, or give you female hormone to remove your sex drive entirely."
"Take the testicle doc. When do you want it?"
"Tomorrow Larry." I'll book the room and time in the operating as soon as I get back there.
With the decision made, and the prospect of relief Larry felt more relaxed than he could remember, relaxed at least apart from his penis, which he felt stirring once more. He called for Zoe. When they were through he asked for the phone. "I'd better book some sick leave." he said.
Three weeks later and he was speaking to Dr Mendez. "Well how are things Larry? "
"Just great doc. My penis is still sensitive and tumescent a lot of the time but there's room for it now. I think also getting stimulation from contact with only one testicle is arousing it less. I'm back at work tomorrow and looking forward to it."
Over the coming months things just kept on getting better. The sensitivity of his penis returned to earlier levels. His sexual responses were back under his, and Zoe's control and his penis spent most of his waking hours nestling snugly above his ball in the top of his scrotum. His health, his relationships, his life were restored and everyone said how glad they were he'd come through the stress, which they believed he'd been suffering.
The pain during the final moments before orgasm were still there of course, but if anything it only added to the pleasure, maybe BDSM had something going for it he once joked.
His meetings with Dr Mendez had become little more than old friends chewing the fat, until one afternoon he almost blurted out "I want an implant Doc."
Caught by surprise Dr Mendez hesitated and asked "Why?"
"I, we, Zoe and I miss the symmetry. I miss it when I look in the mirror, I miss the contact with that side of my shaft, I even miss it's weight. I never wanted to lose anything as part of the modification and It doesn't feel, well, complete. It may sound trivial but to me it's important."
The doctor considered. "Have you ever thought that increasing the stimulation of your penis this way may cause a reversion to the permanently aroused state we have treated? We removed your testicle because of insufficient space, why would you want take up the room we made with a prosthesis?"
"That was when it was permanently erect doc. Space was always tight during orgasm and I handled, no enjoyed that. It was the permanent state I couldn't tolerate. I feel back to square one now, or minus one." He joked feebly.
"Wait until our next meeting. I'll think about it. I promise"
A month later and they met again. "I've thought over what you said. Hear me out. An implant will need another incision. Every incision leaves scar tissue which compromises you scrotum's elasticity and flexibility, and hence it's ability to accommodate your erection when you have one. You already have three scars. The one from your hydrocele reduction, your penis insertion scar, and the one where I removed your testicle. I cannot open you up at any of these sites again as the resulting thickening of scar tissue would be unacceptable. I can make one more incision without compromising your scrotums natural properties too much but it would be the last. Any future problems requiring surgical intervention would be restricted to removing your penis, which as you know, because of it's current constitution would mean losing it altogether. Your playing your last card Larry"
"Let's play it doc" he replied.
"On one condition. You let me implant a prosthesis slightly smaller than the testicle I removed. Because I removed some ancillary organs along with your testicle, that plus a smaller implant will still leave a little more room than you had before."
"Half a testicle is better than none at all I suppose." Larry replied.
"Oh I wasn't thinking quite that small, maybe 75 or eighty percent of the original."
Larry brightened. "Let's do it doc."
The surgery was only an overnight affair two days later and he and Zoe had decided to take a holiday to celebrate being as near 'normal' as he could ever expect to be.
He visited Dr Mendez on his return. "Everything OK Larry"
"Great doc. As far as sensation in my penis goes I really can't tell much difference between my real testicle and the implant. If I feel them through my scrotum I can feel a slight difference but not much. The extra stimulation hasn't roused the beast either, unless I or Zoe want it to." He grinned.
"Well let's hope this is the end of the climb. It's been over six years since we started but we've learned a lot. If I perform this procedure in future I'll remove a testicle at the same time as standard protocol."
Dr Mendez opened a drawer and removed a DVD. "I thought you might like to see this." He said, slotting into the PC on his desk. He turned the monitor so Larry could see."While I was doing the implant I decided to have a look around with an endoscope. It's absolutely fascinating what has happened in there. I had the recorder going so here it is."
He gasped when he saw his penis. The last time he had seen it so many years ago it had been olive brown and covered in wrinkled skin. Now, slightly erect it was pink and glistening smooth along it's length. It seemed so benign, incapable of inflicting the agonies he had suffered as it metamorphosed within him. It appeared to be covered in a thin almost transparent membrane, remarkably like a condom he thought."Wow" he exclaimed."That is just beautiful. It looks like that's where it's always belonged. Freeze frame doc, just for a minute." He stared in awe at the image. "I often fantasise about what it looks like but I never imagined anything that could produce the sensations It is capable of when roused could look so gentle and docile when relaxed. Beautiful, just beautiful complete with it's own contraceptive!"
"I thought you'd like it. I doubt that the membrane serves any contraceptive purpose .Although I do believe it is the reason for it's reduced sensitivity. Having lost all protection as it lost it's usual dermal covering, the membrane developed probably as a result of prolonged contact with your testicles and inner scrotum. Like hands which develop calluses as a result of years swinging and axe. Or the thickened skin on the feet of people who habitually go barefoot."
"Pity it couldn't have developed a bit quicker." Replied Larry smiling ruefully.
"You paid the price for being a pioneer. But you've conquered the mountain at last, and what we learned will help those who come after."
Handing the DVD to Larry he said "Maybe Zoe would like to see it."
Dr Mendez continued. "We've come a long way Larry as I said before. I think I know you better than anyone else I know. These meetings now serve no clinical purpose. Can we continue our relationship as friends rather than Doctor and patient?"
"I'd like that doc." Larry replied.
"My name is Enrico." He smiled proffering his hand.
The nightmare it seemed was finally over and he was back in dreamland.
Chapter III
They were enjoying a BBQ with Enrico and his family when his friend asked him into his study.
"I wonder if you could help me in a professional capacity Larry." he said
"How? Theatre assistant?" He laughed.
"No you idiot. But in a consultancy capacity."
"Sure If I can. You know I will."
"I have a patient who is suffering from Body Dysmorphic Disorder. BDD. Have you heard of it?"
"Yes I have" Larry replied, "And because you're telling me I guess I know which part of his body he doesn't want."
"You've got it in one my friend. Conventional treatments, drugs, Psychoanalysis, Behavioural Therapy haven't worked so he's been referred to me for a Penectomy."
"OK" said Larry."Where do I come in?"
"It's well known that many men, having had a penectomy, regret it. The consequent emotional turmoil can be worse than the condition which triggered the desire in the first place. I mentioned your genital modification as a possible compromise. If his penis were out of sight, it might also be out of mind.It also leaves him the option of Penectomy should it not work for him. He asked if he could talk to you about it. Anonymously of course."
"No problem Enrico. Glad to help. Go ahead, fix it up."
"Thanks Larry. I thought that would be your reaction."
A few days later Larry strode into Dr Mendez' office where he was already chatting to his new patient. They turned toward him and he offered his hand to the stranger "Hi. I'm Larry, pleased to meet you."
The stranger took the proffered hand "Pleased to meet you Larry. My name's Vince. Vince Harris."
Enrico spread his hands and took on a look of resignation. "So much for patient confidentiality! I'll leave you to it. There's coffee in the pot and I'll tell my secretary you're not to be disturbed. Let her know when you're through and she'll buzz me. Lock the door if you like." With that he left.
Larry's first reaction was how young Vince was. Mid- twenties tops. Young enough to be his son!
"Thanks for agreeing to talk to me." Vince said. "I guess Dr Mendez told you what my problem is, and what he suggested."
"Yes. He suggested my genital rearrangement surgery might help you. So what can I tell you. Don't be embarrassed. I'm not. Ask anything you like."
Vince swallowed nervously "I guess I most want to know what it looks and feels like to you. Is it visible, at all? Does it feel like it did when it was on the outside? Does it still work? And if it does it like before?"
Larry took a deep breath."Lock the door Vince."
When Vince returned, Larry had dropped his slacks and shorts. "Come and take a good look. It's O.K."
Vince moved toward him noticing the slight mound at the top of his scrotum."Is that it?" He asked quietly, his hand moving involuntarily toward Larry as he spoke. He checked himself. Larry breathed deeply again. "Go ahead Vince touch it."
As Vince gingerly extended a couple of fingers Larry gently squeezed either side of the hidden member to make it more prominent. "I hope you realise I don't do this for any man I meet." Said Larry, laughing nervously to break the tension. As Vince's fingers touched the mound they were both shocked. It stirred within. Larry was having an erection. He hadn't planned on this. Vince withdrew taken aback."God I'm sorry Larry. Did I cause that? I didn't mean...."
"Neither did I." Larry replied. "But as it's happening we might as well let it." He massaged his Penis, pausing to pull spare skin from beneath, forward and upward over the head of the lengthening member. Vince watched in awed silence. Larry eased his testicles backward and his scrotum took on its familiar pear shape with his testicles either side the base of his shaft. He stifled his moan as he felt the familiar pain of climax. He felt, and Vince saw his penis pulse twice and then begin to relax. He was always surprised at how quickly it now returned to it's flaccid state. Much quicker than it had before the modification. The tension left the skin of his scrotum. He felt the familiar caress as his testicle slid past his retracting member and returned to it's resting place just above them.
"Well Vince. You've seen everything now. Any more questions? "
"Where do you cum? Is it in your sac?"
"No I ejaculate into my Urethra." He bent slightly backwards and lifted his scrotum so Vince could see his relocated Urethra, with its yellow memory foam plug. "The plug stops it leaking out. I usually wait until my bladder needs emptying and just pee it out."
"Wow! Any time, any place, anywhere and no mess. That was awesome Larry. I have to have it. I have to be like you."
"Well if that's it Vince I'll get dressed and you can get the secretary to buzz the doc."
A few minutes later Dr Mendez walked in. "Well?" He quizzed, "How did you get on?"
"Larry was, is great doctor. I know everything I wanted to know. I want Larry's Procedure"
Larry looked thoughtful. "Do still have the endoscope DVD Doc"
"Yes it's right here. Why do you ask?"
"Why not let Vince see it." He replied.
"Sure if it's ok by you. I'll just get from the filing cabinet."
He returned and placed the DVD in the PC. "So that's what it looks like now," murmured Vince. "If mine looked like that I wouldn't mind it on the outside."
"If yours looked like that Mr Harris it wouldn't survive more than a few days on the outside. I can assure you though that it will become just like Mr Soames' once inside your scrotum."
"Do it Dr Mendez. Do it soon. Please." Vince almost pleaded.
"Before the end of the week then. My secretary will phone you."
As they all rose to leave Vince turned to Larry and thanked him once again. "Can we keep in touch Larry? If you're prepared to be a one man support group."
"I'd like that," he replied "Be interesting to compare notes."
"My secretary has both your contact details. I'll get her to give you both a copy. Now if you'll excuse me I have other patients. Leave when you're ready."
Chapter IV
The end of the dream
The years were kind to Larry and Zoe, they grew old gracefully and their unique relationship never faltered.
Larry retired a little early, and so did Zoe but their pensions were sufficient to ensure financial security. Larry was even put on the hospital payroll as a 'Specialist counsellor' at a nominal salary.
But as the years passed Larry once again felt that all was not well.
His orgasms were taking longer and longer to achieve, and consequently the pain of the final stages lasted longer than he could sometimes endure, and he begged Zoe to. "For God's sake get it over." Though he knew she was doing all she could. The involuntary night time erections were even worse.
He began to refrain from sexual activity for fear of the pain. He was constantly active, desperately trying to find something, anything to prevent the thought processes which might lead to an erection, to divert his sexual energy into other channels. It helped, but he couldn't control the unexpected. A film, a picture in a magazine, a pretty girl on the street, Zoe naked and pink after a shower, even though, aware of his dilemma she hid herself as much as possible. He turned once more to alcohol and sedatives. He became morose, short tempered, withdrawn, sometimes hardly speaking for days.
Zoe feared a repetition of the scenario of all those years ago, before he had one of his testicles removed. She shuddered at the thought.
Enrico couldn't help noticing the change in his friend, and the doctor in him became worried.
Sitting on the veranda one evening after a dinner party, the women doing whatever they do while men enjoy a drink and talk about ball games, Enrico said, "It's the constriction problem isn't it Larry?. Not enough room in there again? . Why don't you let me take a look at you? I know you're having trouble; it doesn't take a doctor to see it. Stop by the hospital next week and let me see what I can do, before I'm too old and shaky to do anything at all. Please. " He smiled at his friend, genuine concern in his eyes.
Larry knew he had no choice and agreed.
Later that week Enrico examined him. "You're losing sensitivity aren't you Larry? I can tell by the minimal reaction to my palpation. It feels a little denser too, not so soft and resilient. Your scrotum is shrinking too. I'm afraid Larry it's old age!!"
"I guess even you can't turn the clock back doc," Larry said quietly.
"I'd like to do an endoscopy. I'll use a Uroscope designed to down a normal Penis into the bladder. The invasion will be minimal, and I'll go through your scrotum as far back as possible and come forward. The scar when healed will be tiny, and won't interfere. Can you come in tomorrow morning?"
"Is it that urgent doc?". Larry asked.
"It needs sorting," his friend replied.
Larry, Zoe, and Enrico were sat around a coffee table in Larry's lounge. Enrico had called in with the result of the Endoscopy. He looked serious.
"O.K." said Larry," let's have it. 'Warts and all.'"
Enrico removed a photo from his briefcase. "Remember this?" He asked, handing the print to the couple. They both smiled at the image of Larry's glistening, pink penis of almost thirty years ago. "I see you do. He smiled, but his face quickly resumed it's earlier look. "Prepare yourselves for a shock," he said quietly, handing them a second photo.
Silence.
Larry finally spoke, clearing his throat he asked, "What's happened doc, what's going on." His penis was now a milky white colour, fatter and longer than before. It was bunched up with the two testicles in what was obviously a more confined space.
"Ageing Larry," Enrico replied. "Years of abrasion and contact, however gentle, plus years of masturbation have thickened the membrane that surrounds it. The membrane now has little of the elasticity it was had, making it impossible for your penis to retract fully even when quiescent. The same has happened to the lining of your scrotum. Years of contact with a penis that it was never designed to accommodate has thickened it, and seriously compromised it's elasticity. It's also thickening and shrinking with age in the normal way. I'm amazed you weren't aware, or at least didn't suspect some of the changes." He looked at Larry.
"I guess I did doc, I just daren't admit it." He paused. "What will you do doc? Remove the prosthesis?"
"I'm afraid it's way beyond that Larry. Things are so confined in there that even without it they would still be cramped. Additional loss of scrotal tone caused by another scar would compromise it so much you wouldn't feel any benefit."
"You want to amputate my penis don't you?" The question was almost inaudible. Zoe squeezed his hand and tears filled her eyes as she imagined his turmoil.
"No Larry. I want to remove the prosthesis, your other testicle, and anything else in there that you don't need." He paused to gather his thoughts then continued. "With only your penis in there, it should have plenty of room, even in it's currently enlarged state. With no more contact with testicles or scrotal wall we can expect the thickening to stop, if not reverse. Similarly without the irritation of erections etc., the wall of your scrotum should stop thickening too. Finally of course, with no testicles your need to masturbate will cease."
"Larry brightened a little. "How about HRT?" He asked hopefully.
"Larry, Enrico admonished, it's over. Stop tormenting yourself. You're pushing seventy. I'm pushing sixty. You've had a great time. Nearly forty years of your own brand of sexuality. Let's both retire gracefully and take up golf." He said trying to soften the blow with a little humour.
Zoe squeezed his hand harder and looked into his eyes. "In all our life Larry I've never asked for much, but this, Do it, please. For me. For us."
Larry slumped into his chair. "Do it doc." Was all he said.
Larry, and Zoe grew old gracefully. He stilled enjoyed being caressed and massaged by Zoe. He still retained some sensitivity in the end of his penis, even though he now no longer had any urge to initiate activity, Zoe seemed to sense something and it was always pleasurable. In some ways Larry felt he enjoyed it more than before. No longer fearing the excruciatingly painful outcome which was the inevitable price for his own, or Zoe's attention. That, or the frustration of not going to completion and remaining unfulfilled. Sometimes even both. They tried experimentally to see if they could raise an erection. They managed it once or twice but the result wasn't worth the effort. Zoe too seemed happier than before, perhaps happy in the knowledge that she could give the man she loved as the attention he wanted with no risk of causing him pain.
As time passed there 'love making' became less frequent. He was noticing changes in his scrotum. It was visibly shrinking, and when was bothered enough to find out, he was sure his penis was becoming increasingly more difficult to locate.
He mentioned it to Enrico in passing one day.
"Do you want me to have a look?" asked his friend.
"Go ahead doc." He said.
Enrico knew what he would find.
"It's atrophy Larry. You know. 'Use it or lose it'. With nothing in there to stimulate it, and your loss of libido I guess means you and Zoe don't give it much attention anymore it's shrinking."
"Is there any treatment? " Larry asked.
"You could try regular massage to slow, or even halt the process, but it's irreversible I'm afraid, and would there really be any point?"
"You're right. Let it go"
"I'm sorry Larry, truly I am. I wish I could help."
Larry gripped him by the shoulders and looked into his eyes.
"My friend, you gave me the best forty years of my life. You, of all people, have no need to feel sorry."
That evening he told Zoe.
"I guessed something like that was happening," she said simply and hugged him a long time.
Later that evening, lying on the bed, Zoe gently caressing him he knew now that the dream was finally over, but he could imagine worse endings.
He was content.
Dream come true
Larry floated to the surface of consciousness, disoriented and confused. Where was he? The room slowly came into focus and memory started to return. The room was bright with afternoon sun, clinically bright, white, and clean. He was in hospital and he began to remember why.
A door opened and a smiling nurse entered. "You're back with us I see. Don't move just yet. You have a catheter draining your urine and we don't want it dislodged do we?" She stood by the bed, alongside the small trolley she had brought in which held a thermometer, blood pressure monitor, and other medical odds and ends. "Just relax and 'go with the flow' until the anaesthetic is fully out of your system. I guess you have a mouth like the bottom of a parrot's cage, well once Dr Mendez has given the all clear you can have a drink. He should be here any minute." She busied herself checking him over. "Your 'vitals' are fine." She said, replacing the tools of her trade on the trolley.
The door opened a second time and a dapper moustached, white coated figure entered. "Ah this is Dr Mendez Mr Soames." The Dr gave a small bow and smiled. "He's recovering fine Dr so I'll leave you, but I'm only at the desk outside the door if you need me."
The Dr checked Larry's pulse, examined his pupils and pronounced him 'Recovering nicely'. "I know it's been over 24 hours since you've eaten but we won't push our luck. Fluids only until tomorrow I'm afraid. I'll leave instructions with nurse Perero on my way out and I'll see you tomorrow." With that he left, waving casually.
Nurse Perero returned with a jug of iced fruit juice and a tumbler. "OK Mr Soames, let's see if we can sit up shall we?" Why did nurses always use 'we'. She helped him to a semi-sitting position and gave him sips from the tumbler.
The effort left him surprisingly tired, and his head spinning. "Just lie back and relax. You'll probably drop off to sleep again now which is just fine. Is there anything I can do for you?" He was becoming so sleepy he couldn't think of a think. Had there been a sedative the drink? Who cared? "No thank you he," murmured".
"Well, I'm right outside if you need anything. Just push this button." She placed the small alarm unit in his hand but he was already on the way to the 'land of Nod'.
The following morning he awoke refreshed and feeling almost back to normal. After a few minutes a new nurse appeared, and after the usual 'vital signs' checks offered to bring him hot water and washing materials. He found sitting up unaided no problem, though a slight tugging between his legs reminded him of the catheter, and after a good wash and shave felt fine.
After breakfast Dr Mendez appeared. His examination this time included a careful inspection of the surgery he had performed the day before. "Fine, he declared everything settling nicely. Well leave the catheter in place until the site has healed in a few days. If you need to empty your bowels the nurse will help you with a commode. You must keep scrupulously clean down there so as not to infect your relocated Urethra. You may get up and move around as soon as you feel like it, but don't overdo it and I'll see you again tomorrow when we can have a long discussion about your surgery and what to expect in the near future. Keep a note of any queries you think of and I'll answer them then if I can. Bye for now," and he left smiling.
The nurse returned."Dr Mendez says you're doing fine. If you want to get up give me a buzz. I'll help you the first time so you don't get tangled up in the plumbing she joked. You'll probably feel a bit unsteady anyway."
She fussily straightened his bed sheets, fluffed his pillows and went out.
As he lay there, the realisation of what had happened began to dawn on him. He had to know but was almost afraid to find out. Slowly he felt downwards over his abdomen, lower until he encountered a thin strip of surgical tape. No bandages or heavy dressings. No drain tubes. There was nothing else. He suddenly checked, heart pounding. THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE. He carefully felt between his legs moving toward his butt and located the catheter, just in front of his Anus. From now on the opening that it was temporarily draining would be his 'Peehole'. Dr Mendez had done it then, exactly as Larry had asked.
He felt surprisingly numb in his loins, but that was nothing compared to the excitement he felt at being as he had wanted to be, for as long as he could remember. He cautiously lifted the bed clothes and saw exactly what his fingers had told him to expect, and what he thought he would never see.
He buzzed for the nurse who helped him out of bed and into a chair. "Walk around if you like Mr Soames, but if you do, don't forget to take the cradle holding your urine bag with you. If you want to leave the room it's OK but tell me if you plan on leaving the ward." He strolled around the ward, sat in the lounge and read the month old magazines for a while, ate and drank normally and even managed a shower. Toward evening Dr Mendez arrived and together they returned to his room. He stood whilst Dr Mendez examined his handiwork and pronounced himself pleased with the result and the speed with which it was healing. "O.K. Mr Soames lets sit and talk." He said at last.
They settled into the only two chairs in the room. "How does it feel down there?" He asked, nodding towards larry's groin.
"Strange, not what I expected, although I don't actually know what I expected. The end of my Penis seems detached from the rest, floating somehow."
Dr Mendez nodded. "Don't worry. How it feels now is temporary. We wanted to use the smallest possible incision through which to introduce your Penis into your scrotum. This meant a bit of squeezing and pushing, as well as some stretching of the skin of the Scrotum over the top of your Penis in order to get as much as possible inside before we sutured it closed. At the moment a lot of what you feel is a result of this trauma, and local anaesthetic which has not fully worn off. It will change in the coming days."
"How long will it take to 'stabilise'? I won't say 'get back to normal', that's the last thing I want," asked Larry grinning.
"Well" said Dr Mendez "From the medical standpoint your Penis is in the perfect healing environment. Protected from germs and infection, bathed in sterile body fluids at body temperature, give or take a degree or two and cushioned from shock and injury. I would say, what it feels like forty eight hours from now is what you can expect long-term. After all, we did little invasive surgery on your Penis, only an incision on top, near the base to receive the scrotal skin where it enters your Scrotum, and that is mostly external" He paused "If you've no more questions for the moment I'll see you again in a couple of days and if everything continues to progress as it is now we can remove the catheter and sutures and think about discharging you. In the meantime if you have any concerns you can always contact me by asking a nurse." With that he shook hands and left Larry to ponder his new situation.
The two days passed uneventfully and as Dr Mendez had predicted the sensation in his genitals subtly changed to what was to become the new 'Norm' for him.
Dr Mendez arrived after the evening meal, and after a thorough examination pronounced himself satisfied, and instructed the nurse to remove the catheter and all sutures. When she had finished and left the room Dr Mendez motioned Larry to a chair and himself, sat in the other.
"So Mr Soames, Is it what you hoped? How does it feel now?"
"I have much more feeling than I had but subtle, subdued somehow, and the head of my Penis still feels detached unless of course I squeeze and massage it from outside and then things get a bit more intense"
Dr Mendez nodded "Let me explain" he said. "What was the external part of your Penis is now fully enclosed within your Scrotum, surrounded by fluid which damps or cushions movement. Within there, the only contact it has is with your testicles, which are soft and whose motion is also damped by the fluid, and the inside of your Scrotum which is soft mucosal tissue. The fluid also acts as a lubricant. The only part of your Penis which is sensitive enough to feel these subtle contacts is the head. The shaft having far fewer receptors, as well as being covered in skin is not sensitive enough to feel anything. In addition there will be no sensation of temperature, such as the cool touch of a cold hand, or a hot bath. Everything in there is at the same temperature. That's why the head of your Penis feels detached. It's the only part of it which is sending signals to your brain from within your Scrotum,but as you say, if you stimulate from outside you have feeling along it's whole length."
Larry nodded, satisfied. "What about erections doctor. Is there enough room? So far on the couple of occasions I've felt it becoming aroused I've done mental arithmetic to stop it!"
"The Scrotum is very accommodating" He replied. "Think of the difference in size between a cold shower and a hot bath. I'm sure you will be able to manage. You may find you have to manipulate the skin around it, and you may have some discomfort particularly when you ejaculate but it shouldn't be painful. In addition, when your scrotum reaches the limit of it's elasticity, continued extension of your Penis within will tend to pull it bodily away from your body, hence the discomfort, but it allows for more erection. Finally your Penis can also extend backward a little into your abdomen. It all helps. Having said all this, some discomfort when aroused might be one thing you have to learn to live with. If your worst fears are realised there is always the possibility of reversing the procedure, or opening up the scrotum and performing a partial penectomy to shorten it but I can't see it. As for involuntary night time erections there is every chance that in time your brain may adjust through biofeedback. As the pressure increases to discomfort level this may signal the brain subconsciously to halt the erectile mechanism. It may be though that disturbed sleep is a price you'll have to pay to be the way you want. Having said all that, your penis is quite small, and maybe as a result of the hydrocele from which you suffered a couple of years ago stretching the tissue, your scrotum is quite large, so everything is in your favour." After a pause he continued "Well Mr Soames if that's all for now I'll leave you."
"Oh just one thing Dr. Could I have a mirror. I haven't actually seen myself properly?"
"Sure" he replied I'll send the nurse in with one.
A few moments later she entered wheeling a full length mirror. As she turned to leave some impulse made him suddenly call "Stop!" Lowering his voice he said quietly "Would you mind staying a moment?"
"Not at all Mr Soames" she replied.
He dropped his robe and pyjamas and stood naked before the mirror seeing for the first time in total the new reality of his body. He turned to the nurse. "Could you come to terms with a man who liked like me?" He asked.
She looked and noticed the small mound just above his testicles which she concluded must be the head of his Penis. "If I loved him enough Mr Soames, I hope I could come to terms with anything. If I couldn't, would you want to know me anyway?"
"Thank you nurse. You don't know how that has helped.".
"I'm glad I could reassure you" she said smiling as she walked out.
As he continued to analyse his new manhood, he felt a stirring within his scrotum. As he watched in the mirror, the 'mound' began to move slowly downward. He was having an erection. Instead of mental arithmetic he began to fantasise and it became more intense. He felt the pressure against the end and pulled skin forward and upward to create some room, this was soon filled and his scrotum began to take on a pear- like shape. The narrow end pointing away from his body being pushed by his penis, the bulbous part near his abdomen formed by his testicles as they were being squeezed against the shaft by the tension in the skin. He gently began squeezing and massaging, but the barrier of his scrotal skin subdued sensation and reduced the effectiveness of his efforts. He squeezed and massaged harder, pulling, pushing, anything he could think to bring it quickly to a conclusion. On the verge of pain it came suddenly. His Penis pulsed as violently as it could within it's prison of tissue, three times. He cried out involuntarily and even as he watched, the mound began to move back and his scrotum began to take on it's usual shape. He felt his testicles slowly drift downwards to base of his sac, while his Penis came to rest, finally, its head just above, and just touching the upper surface of his balls, completely relaxed.
He became of aware of the nurse at his side. "Are you OK Mr Soames? I heard you call out, are you in pain? Can I do anything?"
He was consumed with shame, embarrassment, humiliation, and guilt. He replied, thickly, unable to meet her concerned gaze "I'm sorry nurse, I couldn't help myself. I guess I could use some Kleenex, and something to clean the floor."
She left briefly and returned with medical wipes, Q-tips and paper towels. As he reached out to take them she stopped him gently. "It's O.K. Mr Soames. It happens all the time. Let me do it, it's what I'm paid for, it's why I'm here. If I couldn't do this kind of thing I'd find another job. Everything's alright, honestly." He sighed and dropped his arm.
She knelt in front of him and began to raise his scrotum to reach his perineum, something made her stop, something odd."Is this O.K. Mr Soames? I don't want to hurt you. I've never nursed a man who's had your procedure."
"You're not hurting me" he replied quietly, still embarrassed.
At that moment she realised what was odd. The presence of his Penis occupying the space inside his Scrotum made it a little less soft and offered a little more resistance than normal. She cleaned his perineum and gently swabbed inside the end of his Urethra with a Q-tip and as she lowered his Scrotum noticed once again the almost imperceptible, smooth mound caused by the head of his Penis within, which appeared just above his testicles beneath the skin. She wiped the Semen from the floor where it had dripped from his Urethral opening.
"I guess I'll have to find a way of preventing that" he said with a self conscious chuckle.
"I'll work on it" she replied
"Has anyone ever told you what an angel you are?"
"Oh yes. Believe it or not Mr Soames, most men in here who have penile surgery do what just happened to you. We usually put it down to having their most intimate parts handled by us in the course of changing dressings etc. But your surgery was so minimally invasive in that area we've hardly touched it. Probably just relief of tension and excitement now the job's done and you're going home. Forget it."
"If there was a bar around here I'd buy you a drink," he grinned.
"Well there isn't, so how about a warm drink and a light sedative to give you a good night's sleep?"
"Sounds fine to me."
As she disposed of the soiled material she mused on Mr Soames. He puzzled her. She had nursed men who had undergone genital modification for years. It was one reason she had left the States for her current post here in Sri Lanka. The subject intrigued her.
She could appreciate that some men thought of their penises as 'growths' or 'tumours' to be excised, misguided and mentally deranged though they might be, and if penectomy left them happy that was fine. Similarly, she could appreciate men who were unhappy with their masculinity, the body hair, the aggression, the sex drive and wished for a calmer gentler existence. Well, castration was quick and usually effective. Mr Soames fell into neither of these categories. He was quite happy to keep his Penis, fully intact, well as fully intact as any man who undergoes a vasectomy. His testicles too posed him no problem. He seemed quite happy to retain all aspects of his manhood. He just wanted them 'put beyond use'. It reminded her of UK news broadcasts about the IRA who would not relinquish their weapons, but would put them 'verifiably beyond use'.
She would never understand. Maybe he didn't understand himself. It was though an obviously compelling need.
She returned to his room a while later with the drink, a pill, and 4 or 5 small yellow cylinders about 2cm long and half a centimetre diameter.
"Try these" she said as she offered him all but one of the cylinders. Memory foam ear defenders, smallest size. As she spoke she rolled and squeezed the cylinder into along thin cone. See if you can get it about half way in, but don't lose it!"
He easily and painlessly pushed the cone halfway in and felt expand until it filled the end of his Urethra. "Takes about 30 seconds" she said. "O.K. Pull it out gently."
He was surprised at how firmly it was implanted but removed it without difficulty. "I guess that would hold until I was ready to get rid of it. Can I keep these?" Sure she replied "I'll give you some more before you leave but you can get them in any Pharmacy." With that she watched take the sedative and left.
The next he knew it was morning; he was fresh, relaxed and ready to go.
Dr Mendez arrived early, gave him a thorough exam and pronounced him fit.
"The nurse tells me you had a good night." He said enigmatically. "There no clinical contra-indications so if you're happy, when the paperwork's done you may go."
"That's fine by me Doc. The sooner the better."
"I'll see you in two weeks in my outpatient clinic. The nurse will arrange an appointment. If everything goes as it should, and I'm sure it will you may fly home a new man."
Thirty minutes later he was in a cab heading for the holiday chalet he had rented for the six weeks he thought the whole job might take. The way things were looking though, the next month could just be one long holiday. He felt once again the stirring within his scrotum as he moved his legs to adjust his position. He just smiled noticing the gentle pressure inside the end of his urethra. He still had three ear plugs left.
Chapter II
Living the dream
Three years had passed. Three happy and fulfilling years. He was back in SriLanka, permanently. He had applied for, and got a government IT post in Colombo which was now his home. He had met Zoe, also an 'ex pat' and local school teacher who from the outset had no qualms regarding his altered sexuality. For over six months now they had been what most people would consider 'An item'. She seemed happy to please him in every way possible without demanding anything herself. Even heavy petting which was the most he could offer seemed to be something she enjoyed for his sake rather than her own. He often wondered about her background. Perhaps there was something religious, a vow of chastity maybe and his condition made her feel safe from her own human frailty. Even if her resolve failed in a moment of weakness there was no way he could penetrate her. Perhaps she had been abused as a child, or raped and felt secure in the knowledge that his 'manhood' presented no threat. Who knew? Who cared? He didn't pry. Nor did she pry into the reason for his genital modification. They just accepted each other, thanked their lucky stars and were happy.
Larry had begun to sense that subtle changes were taking place within his scrotum. The head of his penis didn't always feel so detached, as it had in the past. When he became aroused and the glans moved forward beyond his testicles he sometimes thought he could feel them brushing against the shaft.
By the end of the year he was sure. His penis was definitely becoming more sensitive. The discomfort on ejaculating which he had learned to accept as a normal part of his orgasm was increasing, almost becoming painful. He also found that he could stimulate the head of his penis through his slacks and shorts. He'd been able to do that before the surgery of course, but his penis wasn't inside his scrotum then. On Zoe's insistence he phoned Dr Mendez.
"Just to be sure nothing sinister is going on."
His appointment was for the following afternoon and he was early. Dr Mendez secretary, it seemed to him always gave him a 'knowing' smile. As though she was fully aware of his secret down below and wanted him to know. He usually founded it slightly arousing and returned as good as he got, but not today. She became serious and ushered him into the office.
"Hi Larry. You're looking well take a seat" After long association with Dr Mendez through his regular checkups he didn't mind him using his Christian name, but could never bring himself to call the man opposite anything other than Dr Mendez or Doc.
"What can I do for you?"
Larry explained his concerns.
"O.K. let's have look. Drop your pants and lie on the couch."
Dr Mendez did an exhaustive visual exam of Larry's scrotum and declared nothing visually amiss.
"I'd like to palpate you if I may Larry."
"Sure doctor, anything you need to do."
The Doctor carefully probed his scrotum and gently rolled his testicles between finger and thumb. When he began to feel along the length of Larry's penis almost immediately it began to respond.
"See what I mean Dr Mendez?"
"I certainly do Larry. It wasn't reacting like that at your last exam. Your diagnosis of increased sensitivity seems correct. O.K. Get dressed."
"Well I can rule out two things would really worry me. I thought maybe the increased discomfort when you climax might be because your scrotum was shrinking for some reason. I haven't any historical data to compare it's current size with unfortunately, but I'm fairly certain it hasn't shrunk. Would you agree?"
"I've certainly no reason to think that, and Zoe hasn't commented and she examines it every bit as thoroughly as you do" he grinned.
"Good. The other worry was that your penis was getting bigger, maybe total immersion in fluid for so long was causing it to absorb and swell, like your skin does when you stay in the tub too long, but there's no evidence of that either. What do you..and Zoe think?" he said laughing.
Dr Mendez returned to his desk and pulled out some forms.
"I think we need to run some tests Larry. Some scans. I'd also like to take some fluid from inside your scrotum, we'll numb it, it won't hurt and have it checked. Is that O.K?"
"Sure" said Larry go ahead.
"I'll fill out the scan requests now and take the fluid sample myself. My secretary will give you a ring when the scans are set up."
"That's fine doc I'll wait to hear from you." And with that he returned home.
A couple of weeks later the results were in and he was back in Dr Mendez' office.
"The news is all good, at least I hope you think it is. This is absolutely fascinating. You would make a great research topic Larry. We ought to discuss it sometime."
"If you don't mind doc, I'd rather discuss what's happening to my penis right now".
"Oh! Sure. Sorry. Well the scans show a change in density and texture of the penile tissue and the fluid sample I took was really exciting. There was an extremely low level of squamous cells, far lower than we would expect. Let me explain. Squamous cells are skin. Your penis is covered in skin and like any other organ sheds and replaces cells regularly. In your case the old cells are shed into your scrotal fluid and ultimately broken down and reabsorbed into your body. But there aren't enough of them. What we found were more mucosal type cells, the cells lining your mouth and nose, or a female vagina. The results can indicate only one thing. Your penis is changing and adapting to it's new environment. It no longer needs 'outside skin' to protect it so it is gradually replacing it with the type found in 'internal organs'. It doesn't need protection from the external environment so it's shedding it's armour so to speak. That's why it's more sensitive. The glans, the head, is becoming more sensitive for a similar reason. You were circumcised, and as I'm sure you know, circumcised men lose sensitivity in the exposed head as a result of friction with clothing etc. Well your glans has been protected from all that for over four years and so it's sensitivity is returning."
Larry nodded.
"The only cloud on the horizon is that I don't think that your penis in it's present state would survive outside your scrotum. We have passed 'a point of no return'. I don't think the modification could now be reversed without sacrificing your penis."
"That's a lot to take in doc. I'm not worried about the point of no return thing. I've never for a moment wanted to be back the way I was. The only cloud on my horizon is will the changes stop. At the moment I'm mostly enjoying the increased sensitivity, but much more and it could become a painful problem".
"Oh yes Larry your penis will stabilise at it's optimum for the environment it's in, in terms of tissue structure. I can't say when that will be but now we know we can monitor it's progress via fluid samples and measure the rate of change. I'd like another sample now if that's O.K.?"
As Larry walked down the hospital steps he felt his testicles gently rubbing the shaft of his penis, and the head gently pushing at the inside of his scrotum. His penis was now so sensitive he was almost constantly aware of it.
"How much more sensitive could it get?" He wondered..and worried slightly
The sensitivity very gradually continued to increase. In fact it was now so sensitive that the slightest movement caused a reaction, thus when he walked for instance, his penis was permanently erect to a degree.
He also found it increasingly necessary to orgasm to obtain relief from the almost constant sensation in his scrotum. He was also finding that reaching a climax was taking longer and he was making increasingly frequent demands on Zoe. He could do it himself of course, but with her help relief came quicker, and consequently the pain, the discomfort he had always felt in the latter stages just before ejaculation was now quite definitely pain didn't last as long.
The distraction due to the activity inside his scrotum was lowering his performance at work and both colleagues and management were noticing. At the moment they were attributing it to overwork, or maybe a little stress, but it was showing.
He began to drink, just a little, because the effect of the alcohol lowered his libido and he was less conscious of the sensation in his genitals. Nocturnal erections though were a different matter. He now awoke moaning with the pain until the erection subsided. He began taking sedatives. Was the dream becoming a nightmare? It was time to call Dr Mendez.
He was in Dr Mendez office on the couch. Dr Mendez immediately saw Larry's condition. Instead of the gentle mound toward the top of his scrotum which in earlier times had indicated the resting place of his flaccid penis within, he could now clearly see the distension of the lower part of his scrotum caused by the pressure from inside.
"Ok Larry. Get dressed" he said thoughtfully."I have some good news. The rate of tissue change is quite obviously slowing. Your penis must be nearing the optimum in terms of tissue structure. Once that happens, and the sensitivity stops increasing things may settle. In a manner analogous to the lack of sensitivity in the uncircumcised penis caused by constant contact with clothing etc., this process is presumably going on within your scrotum, albeit more slowly due to the lubrication in there and the nature of the tissue with which it is in contact. At the moment it is being 'thwarted' so to speak, or counteracted by the increasing sensitivity which is currently occurring."
He looked at Larry sympathetically. "Is it intolerable Larry?" he asked gently.
"Not quite doc. The pain towards the end of an orgasm when it's pushing at it's hardest, and the subsequent 'ejaculation' is the worst, but pain and pleasure often go together and I can tolerate it at the moment, but not if got much worse".
"OK Larry" Dr Mendez replied."We'll keep up our regular sessions but if it becomes intolerable in the meantime you have my number."
The process went on until one night he awoke screaming in pain and Zoe called Dr Mendez. He came and gave a Larry a knockout shot.
"We have to do something Mrs Soames. Pain is nature's way of telling us to stop. There could be permanent damage occurring in his scrotum which could have implications for the rest of his system."
"What can you Dr.? You said yourself his penis couldn't now survive outside his scrotum even if you removed it. If you did he would lose it altogether."
"Maybe that's a price he'll have to consider paying for the six years he's had living his dream." I'll call by tomorrow when the sedative has worn off and talk to him. Goodnight for now Mr Soames" and with that he left.
Zoe looked down at her partner, and went to replace the covers which were still where Dr Mendez had left them after his exam. The tension in Larry's scrotum was gone, but the bulk of the still partially erect penis inside was clearly visible. Even heavy sedation couldn't completely reverse the tumescence. A tear rolled down her cheek as she gently covered him and turned out the light.
Larry was awake but still in bed when Dr Mendez arrived. He gave him a quick 'once over' then sat on the edge of the bed.
"You can't carry on like this Larry. Zoe tells me you're in almost constant pain to some degree, and that you have to masturbate daily, if not more to get any sort of relief. You're drinking and taking sedatives too. You're doing yourself real harm Larry. Its not just your penis. This almost permanent erection is putting pressure on your testicles too."
Larry realised that Dr. Mendez was right. "What now then doc?"
"I've been thinking about this for a while, it was obvious that some form of intervention would probably be needed. Even though your penis seems to have stabilised, it will be a while before it becomes desensitised. Hear what I have to say and don't interrupt. I want you to let remove one of your testicles. Yours are a bit larger than average, maybe a hangover from your hydrocele, some tissue thickening, perhaps. Also some tissue from the thickened membrane which once covered them will be there too and I can remove that, along with the spermatic duct and any other redundant plumbing I can find in there. I can also get a firsthand look at what's happened to your penis. With unnecessary organs and tissue gone there just might be enough extra room in there to make things more comfortable."
Larry thought and replied, "I hadn't planned on castration as a solution doc. If I can't enjoy my situation you may as well take the whole lot."
"I'm not talking castration Larry. You won't miss one testicle, apart from the relief you'll get from being able to move around in there. You'll be able to enjoy your situation again, instead of painfully tolerating it. The remaining testicle will be more than enough to maintain normal libido."
"I don't have any choice do I doc?" He smiled
"Not unless you want me remove your penis, or give you female hormone to remove your sex drive entirely."
"Take the testicle doc. When do you want it?"
"Tomorrow Larry." I'll book the room and time in the operating as soon as I get back there.
With the decision made, and the prospect of relief Larry felt more relaxed than he could remember, relaxed at least apart from his penis, which he felt stirring once more. He called for Zoe. When they were through he asked for the phone. "I'd better book some sick leave." he said.
Three weeks later and he was speaking to Dr Mendez. "Well how are things Larry? "
"Just great doc. My penis is still sensitive and tumescent a lot of the time but there's room for it now. I think also getting stimulation from contact with only one testicle is arousing it less. I'm back at work tomorrow and looking forward to it."
Over the coming months things just kept on getting better. The sensitivity of his penis returned to earlier levels. His sexual responses were back under his, and Zoe's control and his penis spent most of his waking hours nestling snugly above his ball in the top of his scrotum. His health, his relationships, his life were restored and everyone said how glad they were he'd come through the stress, which they believed he'd been suffering.
The pain during the final moments before orgasm were still there of course, but if anything it only added to the pleasure, maybe BDSM had something going for it he once joked.
His meetings with Dr Mendez had become little more than old friends chewing the fat, until one afternoon he almost blurted out "I want an implant Doc."
Caught by surprise Dr Mendez hesitated and asked "Why?"
"I, we, Zoe and I miss the symmetry. I miss it when I look in the mirror, I miss the contact with that side of my shaft, I even miss it's weight. I never wanted to lose anything as part of the modification and It doesn't feel, well, complete. It may sound trivial but to me it's important."
The doctor considered. "Have you ever thought that increasing the stimulation of your penis this way may cause a reversion to the permanently aroused state we have treated? We removed your testicle because of insufficient space, why would you want take up the room we made with a prosthesis?"
"That was when it was permanently erect doc. Space was always tight during orgasm and I handled, no enjoyed that. It was the permanent state I couldn't tolerate. I feel back to square one now, or minus one." He joked feebly.
"Wait until our next meeting. I'll think about it. I promise"
A month later and they met again. "I've thought over what you said. Hear me out. An implant will need another incision. Every incision leaves scar tissue which compromises you scrotum's elasticity and flexibility, and hence it's ability to accommodate your erection when you have one. You already have three scars. The one from your hydrocele reduction, your penis insertion scar, and the one where I removed your testicle. I cannot open you up at any of these sites again as the resulting thickening of scar tissue would be unacceptable. I can make one more incision without compromising your scrotums natural properties too much but it would be the last. Any future problems requiring surgical intervention would be restricted to removing your penis, which as you know, because of it's current constitution would mean losing it altogether. Your playing your last card Larry"
"Let's play it doc" he replied.
"On one condition. You let me implant a prosthesis slightly smaller than the testicle I removed. Because I removed some ancillary organs along with your testicle, that plus a smaller implant will still leave a little more room than you had before."
"Half a testicle is better than none at all I suppose." Larry replied.
"Oh I wasn't thinking quite that small, maybe 75 or eighty percent of the original."
Larry brightened. "Let's do it doc."
The surgery was only an overnight affair two days later and he and Zoe had decided to take a holiday to celebrate being as near 'normal' as he could ever expect to be.
He visited Dr Mendez on his return. "Everything OK Larry"
"Great doc. As far as sensation in my penis goes I really can't tell much difference between my real testicle and the implant. If I feel them through my scrotum I can feel a slight difference but not much. The extra stimulation hasn't roused the beast either, unless I or Zoe want it to." He grinned.
"Well let's hope this is the end of the climb. It's been over six years since we started but we've learned a lot. If I perform this procedure in future I'll remove a testicle at the same time as standard protocol."
Dr Mendez opened a drawer and removed a DVD. "I thought you might like to see this." He said, slotting into the PC on his desk. He turned the monitor so Larry could see."While I was doing the implant I decided to have a look around with an endoscope. It's absolutely fascinating what has happened in there. I had the recorder going so here it is."
He gasped when he saw his penis. The last time he had seen it so many years ago it had been olive brown and covered in wrinkled skin. Now, slightly erect it was pink and glistening smooth along it's length. It seemed so benign, incapable of inflicting the agonies he had suffered as it metamorphosed within him. It appeared to be covered in a thin almost transparent membrane, remarkably like a condom he thought."Wow" he exclaimed."That is just beautiful. It looks like that's where it's always belonged. Freeze frame doc, just for a minute." He stared in awe at the image. "I often fantasise about what it looks like but I never imagined anything that could produce the sensations It is capable of when roused could look so gentle and docile when relaxed. Beautiful, just beautiful complete with it's own contraceptive!"
"I thought you'd like it. I doubt that the membrane serves any contraceptive purpose .Although I do believe it is the reason for it's reduced sensitivity. Having lost all protection as it lost it's usual dermal covering, the membrane developed probably as a result of prolonged contact with your testicles and inner scrotum. Like hands which develop calluses as a result of years swinging and axe. Or the thickened skin on the feet of people who habitually go barefoot."
"Pity it couldn't have developed a bit quicker." Replied Larry smiling ruefully.
"You paid the price for being a pioneer. But you've conquered the mountain at last, and what we learned will help those who come after."
Handing the DVD to Larry he said "Maybe Zoe would like to see it."
Dr Mendez continued. "We've come a long way Larry as I said before. I think I know you better than anyone else I know. These meetings now serve no clinical purpose. Can we continue our relationship as friends rather than Doctor and patient?"
"I'd like that doc." Larry replied.
"My name is Enrico." He smiled proffering his hand.
The nightmare it seemed was finally over and he was back in dreamland.
Chapter III
They were enjoying a BBQ with Enrico and his family when his friend asked him into his study.
"I wonder if you could help me in a professional capacity Larry." he said
"How? Theatre assistant?" He laughed.
"No you idiot. But in a consultancy capacity."
"Sure If I can. You know I will."
"I have a patient who is suffering from Body Dysmorphic Disorder. BDD. Have you heard of it?"
"Yes I have" Larry replied, "And because you're telling me I guess I know which part of his body he doesn't want."
"You've got it in one my friend. Conventional treatments, drugs, Psychoanalysis, Behavioural Therapy haven't worked so he's been referred to me for a Penectomy."
"OK" said Larry."Where do I come in?"
"It's well known that many men, having had a penectomy, regret it. The consequent emotional turmoil can be worse than the condition which triggered the desire in the first place. I mentioned your genital modification as a possible compromise. If his penis were out of sight, it might also be out of mind.It also leaves him the option of Penectomy should it not work for him. He asked if he could talk to you about it. Anonymously of course."
"No problem Enrico. Glad to help. Go ahead, fix it up."
"Thanks Larry. I thought that would be your reaction."
A few days later Larry strode into Dr Mendez' office where he was already chatting to his new patient. They turned toward him and he offered his hand to the stranger "Hi. I'm Larry, pleased to meet you."
The stranger took the proffered hand "Pleased to meet you Larry. My name's Vince. Vince Harris."
Enrico spread his hands and took on a look of resignation. "So much for patient confidentiality! I'll leave you to it. There's coffee in the pot and I'll tell my secretary you're not to be disturbed. Let her know when you're through and she'll buzz me. Lock the door if you like." With that he left.
Larry's first reaction was how young Vince was. Mid- twenties tops. Young enough to be his son!
"Thanks for agreeing to talk to me." Vince said. "I guess Dr Mendez told you what my problem is, and what he suggested."
"Yes. He suggested my genital rearrangement surgery might help you. So what can I tell you. Don't be embarrassed. I'm not. Ask anything you like."
Vince swallowed nervously "I guess I most want to know what it looks and feels like to you. Is it visible, at all? Does it feel like it did when it was on the outside? Does it still work? And if it does it like before?"
Larry took a deep breath."Lock the door Vince."
When Vince returned, Larry had dropped his slacks and shorts. "Come and take a good look. It's O.K."
Vince moved toward him noticing the slight mound at the top of his scrotum."Is that it?" He asked quietly, his hand moving involuntarily toward Larry as he spoke. He checked himself. Larry breathed deeply again. "Go ahead Vince touch it."
As Vince gingerly extended a couple of fingers Larry gently squeezed either side of the hidden member to make it more prominent. "I hope you realise I don't do this for any man I meet." Said Larry, laughing nervously to break the tension. As Vince's fingers touched the mound they were both shocked. It stirred within. Larry was having an erection. He hadn't planned on this. Vince withdrew taken aback."God I'm sorry Larry. Did I cause that? I didn't mean...."
"Neither did I." Larry replied. "But as it's happening we might as well let it." He massaged his Penis, pausing to pull spare skin from beneath, forward and upward over the head of the lengthening member. Vince watched in awed silence. Larry eased his testicles backward and his scrotum took on its familiar pear shape with his testicles either side the base of his shaft. He stifled his moan as he felt the familiar pain of climax. He felt, and Vince saw his penis pulse twice and then begin to relax. He was always surprised at how quickly it now returned to it's flaccid state. Much quicker than it had before the modification. The tension left the skin of his scrotum. He felt the familiar caress as his testicle slid past his retracting member and returned to it's resting place just above them.
"Well Vince. You've seen everything now. Any more questions? "
"Where do you cum? Is it in your sac?"
"No I ejaculate into my Urethra." He bent slightly backwards and lifted his scrotum so Vince could see his relocated Urethra, with its yellow memory foam plug. "The plug stops it leaking out. I usually wait until my bladder needs emptying and just pee it out."
"Wow! Any time, any place, anywhere and no mess. That was awesome Larry. I have to have it. I have to be like you."
"Well if that's it Vince I'll get dressed and you can get the secretary to buzz the doc."
A few minutes later Dr Mendez walked in. "Well?" He quizzed, "How did you get on?"
"Larry was, is great doctor. I know everything I wanted to know. I want Larry's Procedure"
Larry looked thoughtful. "Do still have the endoscope DVD Doc"
"Yes it's right here. Why do you ask?"
"Why not let Vince see it." He replied.
"Sure if it's ok by you. I'll just get from the filing cabinet."
He returned and placed the DVD in the PC. "So that's what it looks like now," murmured Vince. "If mine looked like that I wouldn't mind it on the outside."
"If yours looked like that Mr Harris it wouldn't survive more than a few days on the outside. I can assure you though that it will become just like Mr Soames' once inside your scrotum."
"Do it Dr Mendez. Do it soon. Please." Vince almost pleaded.
"Before the end of the week then. My secretary will phone you."
As they all rose to leave Vince turned to Larry and thanked him once again. "Can we keep in touch Larry? If you're prepared to be a one man support group."
"I'd like that," he replied "Be interesting to compare notes."
"My secretary has both your contact details. I'll get her to give you both a copy. Now if you'll excuse me I have other patients. Leave when you're ready."
Chapter IV
The end of the dream
The years were kind to Larry and Zoe, they grew old gracefully and their unique relationship never faltered.
Larry retired a little early, and so did Zoe but their pensions were sufficient to ensure financial security. Larry was even put on the hospital payroll as a 'Specialist counsellor' at a nominal salary.
But as the years passed Larry once again felt that all was not well.
His orgasms were taking longer and longer to achieve, and consequently the pain of the final stages lasted longer than he could sometimes endure, and he begged Zoe to. "For God's sake get it over." Though he knew she was doing all she could. The involuntary night time erections were even worse.
He began to refrain from sexual activity for fear of the pain. He was constantly active, desperately trying to find something, anything to prevent the thought processes which might lead to an erection, to divert his sexual energy into other channels. It helped, but he couldn't control the unexpected. A film, a picture in a magazine, a pretty girl on the street, Zoe naked and pink after a shower, even though, aware of his dilemma she hid herself as much as possible. He turned once more to alcohol and sedatives. He became morose, short tempered, withdrawn, sometimes hardly speaking for days.
Zoe feared a repetition of the scenario of all those years ago, before he had one of his testicles removed. She shuddered at the thought.
Enrico couldn't help noticing the change in his friend, and the doctor in him became worried.
Sitting on the veranda one evening after a dinner party, the women doing whatever they do while men enjoy a drink and talk about ball games, Enrico said, "It's the constriction problem isn't it Larry?. Not enough room in there again? . Why don't you let me take a look at you? I know you're having trouble; it doesn't take a doctor to see it. Stop by the hospital next week and let me see what I can do, before I'm too old and shaky to do anything at all. Please. " He smiled at his friend, genuine concern in his eyes.
Larry knew he had no choice and agreed.
Later that week Enrico examined him. "You're losing sensitivity aren't you Larry? I can tell by the minimal reaction to my palpation. It feels a little denser too, not so soft and resilient. Your scrotum is shrinking too. I'm afraid Larry it's old age!!"
"I guess even you can't turn the clock back doc," Larry said quietly.
"I'd like to do an endoscopy. I'll use a Uroscope designed to down a normal Penis into the bladder. The invasion will be minimal, and I'll go through your scrotum as far back as possible and come forward. The scar when healed will be tiny, and won't interfere. Can you come in tomorrow morning?"
"Is it that urgent doc?". Larry asked.
"It needs sorting," his friend replied.
Larry, Zoe, and Enrico were sat around a coffee table in Larry's lounge. Enrico had called in with the result of the Endoscopy. He looked serious.
"O.K." said Larry," let's have it. 'Warts and all.'"
Enrico removed a photo from his briefcase. "Remember this?" He asked, handing the print to the couple. They both smiled at the image of Larry's glistening, pink penis of almost thirty years ago. "I see you do. He smiled, but his face quickly resumed it's earlier look. "Prepare yourselves for a shock," he said quietly, handing them a second photo.
Silence.
Larry finally spoke, clearing his throat he asked, "What's happened doc, what's going on." His penis was now a milky white colour, fatter and longer than before. It was bunched up with the two testicles in what was obviously a more confined space.
"Ageing Larry," Enrico replied. "Years of abrasion and contact, however gentle, plus years of masturbation have thickened the membrane that surrounds it. The membrane now has little of the elasticity it was had, making it impossible for your penis to retract fully even when quiescent. The same has happened to the lining of your scrotum. Years of contact with a penis that it was never designed to accommodate has thickened it, and seriously compromised it's elasticity. It's also thickening and shrinking with age in the normal way. I'm amazed you weren't aware, or at least didn't suspect some of the changes." He looked at Larry.
"I guess I did doc, I just daren't admit it." He paused. "What will you do doc? Remove the prosthesis?"
"I'm afraid it's way beyond that Larry. Things are so confined in there that even without it they would still be cramped. Additional loss of scrotal tone caused by another scar would compromise it so much you wouldn't feel any benefit."
"You want to amputate my penis don't you?" The question was almost inaudible. Zoe squeezed his hand and tears filled her eyes as she imagined his turmoil.
"No Larry. I want to remove the prosthesis, your other testicle, and anything else in there that you don't need." He paused to gather his thoughts then continued. "With only your penis in there, it should have plenty of room, even in it's currently enlarged state. With no more contact with testicles or scrotal wall we can expect the thickening to stop, if not reverse. Similarly without the irritation of erections etc., the wall of your scrotum should stop thickening too. Finally of course, with no testicles your need to masturbate will cease."
"Larry brightened a little. "How about HRT?" He asked hopefully.
"Larry, Enrico admonished, it's over. Stop tormenting yourself. You're pushing seventy. I'm pushing sixty. You've had a great time. Nearly forty years of your own brand of sexuality. Let's both retire gracefully and take up golf." He said trying to soften the blow with a little humour.
Zoe squeezed his hand harder and looked into his eyes. "In all our life Larry I've never asked for much, but this, Do it, please. For me. For us."
Larry slumped into his chair. "Do it doc." Was all he said.
Larry, and Zoe grew old gracefully. He stilled enjoyed being caressed and massaged by Zoe. He still retained some sensitivity in the end of his penis, even though he now no longer had any urge to initiate activity, Zoe seemed to sense something and it was always pleasurable. In some ways Larry felt he enjoyed it more than before. No longer fearing the excruciatingly painful outcome which was the inevitable price for his own, or Zoe's attention. That, or the frustration of not going to completion and remaining unfulfilled. Sometimes even both. They tried experimentally to see if they could raise an erection. They managed it once or twice but the result wasn't worth the effort. Zoe too seemed happier than before, perhaps happy in the knowledge that she could give the man she loved as the attention he wanted with no risk of causing him pain.
As time passed there 'love making' became less frequent. He was noticing changes in his scrotum. It was visibly shrinking, and when was bothered enough to find out, he was sure his penis was becoming increasingly more difficult to locate.
He mentioned it to Enrico in passing one day.
"Do you want me to have a look?" asked his friend.
"Go ahead doc." He said.
Enrico knew what he would find.
"It's atrophy Larry. You know. 'Use it or lose it'. With nothing in there to stimulate it, and your loss of libido I guess means you and Zoe don't give it much attention anymore it's shrinking."
"Is there any treatment? " Larry asked.
"You could try regular massage to slow, or even halt the process, but it's irreversible I'm afraid, and would there really be any point?"
"You're right. Let it go"
"I'm sorry Larry, truly I am. I wish I could help."
Larry gripped him by the shoulders and looked into his eyes.
"My friend, you gave me the best forty years of my life. You, of all people, have no need to feel sorry."
That evening he told Zoe.
"I guessed something like that was happening," she said simply and hugged him a long time.
Later that evening, lying on the bed, Zoe gently caressing him he knew now that the dream was finally over, but he could imagine worse endings.
He was content.