Part II
It was after one in the morning when I drove up to the emergency entrance to the hospital. Cum leaked out of my ass as I exited the car. For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful naked. I stroked my sewn shut pussy for a moment, standing there in the shadows between street lights. I loved the way it felt.
I reluctantly left the shadows and walked toward the ER entrance. It wasn’t busy, but a guy was walking out the same time as I was walking up to the doors. He did a double-take as we passed. I turned back toward him to let him have a good look at my burned nipples and infibulated cunt, daring him to look away.
He swallowed hard, and I could see his cock suddenly straining against his sweatpants.
“You can fuck my ass, if you want.”
I walked back into the dark parking lot and listened to the sounds of his footsteps following me.
Placing my hands on the trunk of a car, I spread wide and waited. Seconds later, his hard cock was sliding into my well-used ass. He came after a few thrusts.
“I…” he started to say as his cock flopped out of me.
I turned and leaned back against the car, showing him my pussy again as he tucked his cock back in his pants. I ran one finger along the stitches from bottom to top.
“Can I touch that?”
I opened my legs wider and nodded, curious about what he would do.
A trembling finger rubbed where my clit had been. I felt nothing. He touched my seam, igniting a flush of sensation, perhaps the only erotic sensation I had left in my body. His fingertips searched for a cunt hole, but of course found none.
“Can you cum?”
“Not anymore.”
He pulled his hand away.
“Do you want to lick it?” I asked.
He nodded. I hoisted myself onto the trunk of the car and leaned back. He worshipped my seam with his mouth and tongue. I enjoyed it, not having to worry about whether I would get off or not. I could feel myself getting incredibly wet inside. He started sucking around the stitches, drinking in my pussy juice as it slowly leaked out of me.
He sucked and licked me until the juice was gone.
“I’m going inside now,” I told him, sliding down from the car. I felt his cum streaking the paint behind me.
He nodded and stepped out of my way.
I felt invigorated and alive as I stepped through the glass doors into the ER. My ass was leaking a little bit of still-warm cum. My cunt tingled from the suck, and honestly, I wouldn’t have minded another one, but perhaps a bit rougher.
The ER was half filled as I walked inside. My confidence never wavered as I walked past people sitting there, waiting. A teenage girl with an icepack on her wrist looked at me wide eyed as I strode to the reception window. A man there with his wife never looked me in the eye, but his gaze was glued to the changed space between my legs. A guy in his early twenties whipped out his cell phone and I obliged him by pausing and allowing him to photograph my cunt.
At the reception window, the tired looking hospital staffer did a double-take as she looked away from her computer screen. She could only see my bare breasts and where my nipples had been cut off. I stepped back slightly to give her the full view. Cum dripped from my ass onto the hospital floor.
“He didn’t give me a pee hole,” I told her.
Her eyes drifted to my sewn cunt. I ran my fingers along the seam to show her the lack of opening.
“Your clitoris…”
I rubbed a circular pattern around where it had been.
“He took that because I asked him to.”
She covered her mouth and disappeared from view. I turned and faced the room to let them look at his work while I waited.
Everyone was looking at me. I felt proud and beautiful and very desirable. One man had his hand in his pants, furtively wanking. I met his gaze and began suggestively rubbing the spot where my clit had been. His eyes trailed downward. In a matter of seconds, he gasped and shuddered. He had cum in his pants just from looking at me.
The young guy with the phone left his seat and knelt at crotch level, videoing me as I rubbed my cunt. I opened up a little to give him a better angle. He grinned at me.
“Jerk off later.”
“Oh, I’m going to shoot a huge load to this,” he assured me.
“You can touch it,” I invited.
He hesitated, but reached up and ran his thumb down my stitches.
“Fuck You’re wet.”
“Soaking,” I agreed, pressing my closed slit against his thumb.
He continued filming himself playing with me as I watched the people watching. No one was unaroused. I was sure of it. The young girl had put her icepack aside and was stroking her own cunt over her clothes. Her fingers followed the seam of her jeans. I knew she was imagining herself with a cunt sewn closed like mine.
I looked down to see him stick his tongue out and touch my seam with it, taking a selfie at the same time. I admired his lack of inhibition.
The ER door opened behind us. He scrambled up from the floor and away from me, hiding his phone. I turned to see a nurse and an orderly with a wheelchair. The nurse was in his mid-thirties with artfully disheveled dark brown hair and a soft, yet scruffy face.
“I can walk,” I assured him.
He waved the orderly away and motioned me through the doors. We walked a few yards down the hall and into an exam room. He closed the door behind him and gestured toward the exam table.
“Don’t worry. You’re in good hands,” he assured me.
“I’m okay. I wanted this. I just need a way to piss.”
He chuckled and said, “I know. I recognize the handiwork.”
He pulled his scrubs and underwear down enough in front that I could see he was a nullo. He had neither cock nor balls.
I relaxed a little more. He pulled his pants back into place.
“I can probably insert a catheter without removing your stitches, if that’s what you want.”
I nodded.
“How long ago was yours?” I asked him, taking a seat on the exam table.
“Three years. I’ve had a lot of fun with it.”
He adjusted the table to make me more comfortable.
“The night staff here knows to leave the special cases to me. Are you still mad with lust? Most of his clients usually are when they reach the hospital.”
I nodded again.
“I’m going to take care of your medical needs, but I can also let you enjoy the high you’re experiencing right now, take care of that too,” he said, putting my heels into the stirrups at the end of the table.
I slid forward so that my cunt rested at the edge of the padded table. His face was close enough that I felt his breath on the seam.
“Please?”
“I’m going to examine you. I hope you’ll find it pleasurable. Would you like to look at me before I take care of you?”
I nodded.
He locked the door and disrobed. His body was soft and boyish from a lack of testosterone, but not from disuse. He was about six feet tall, but with skin and shape more like a ten-year-old than an adult man. His chest had very sparse hair and scar tissue where his nipples had been. Between his legs was clean shaven and looked vaguely girlish with a gentle fold where the base of his cock should have been. He opened the fold to reveal a tiny hole from which he no doubt urinated. No sign remained that he had ever had testicles.
He smiled warmly as my gaze rose to meet his.
“Beautiful.”
“I had a little reconstruction. I’m pretty early in his work. He has improved dramatically since, at least as far as male nullification goes. Now, your cunt, this is a work of upmost artistry,” he said, stepping between my legs.
I smiled as he leaned down and kissed the stitch-work that had closed my clit-hole. My toes curled from the gentleness of his kiss.
“I will do everything I can to preserve this,” he promised.
“Thank you.
“Relax…I’m going to spend some time down here, just touching you and looking for any problem spots. If you feel safe, close your eyes and try to enjoy the sensation.”
His fingers were warm as they stroked my sewn labia. The burns ached a bit as he manipulated the skin, examining and caressing by turns. He rubbed slow gentle circles around where my clit had been. I moaned softly as he stroked up and down where my shaft had been.
“You must have had a large clitoris. Three inches?”
“Closer to four,” I gasped as he pushed into the groove under my skin, left by the drill.
He kissed the spot where I had been closed and lightly lapped it with his tongue. He didn’t say a word.
“I hated it so much,” I confessed as he returned to examining me.
“I know. I hated mine too.”
“…big?” I asked uncertainly, opening my eyes to look at him.
“Ten inches hard, but with a half mile of foreskin when I was soft. It was almost impossible to have sex with it.”
“Mine too.”
He stepped back and let me watch him stroke his soft, tiny slit.
“Look at us now,” he said, smiling.
I closed my eyes again and relaxed as he continued to examine and soothe me.
I moaned softly when he touched my seam for the first time. I was awash with sexual fluids. He gently manipulated the stitches to make a slightly larger opening for my juices to flow out of. Another moan escaped as he placed his mouth to the gap and inserted the tip of his tongue.
“Suck me,” I begged.
He lips sealed against the hole and drew in mouthfuls of cum that had been trapped in my infibulated pussy. He moaned into me, clearly enjoying the taste. My cunt felt emptier after he had sucked the fluids out of me. He continued lapping me as I squirmed with the delight of eternal edging with no possible release.
He gradually slowed his oral ministrations and resumed examining me.
“You enjoyed your time with him?”
“Yes.”
“Me too. I lost track of how many times I came for him.”
His fingers were massaging my singed taint, caressing the outside of my badly burned asshole.
“Did he bite the head off your cock?” I asked him.
“Right after I came. Blood and cum were both spurting out after he tore it off with his teeth. Not my last cum, but one of the best of my life.”
“I had my first ejaculation. Then my second. Then the head of my clit was gone.”
“Powerful.”
“It set me free.”
“The same,” he agreed, using the cum in my ass as lubricant to slide a finger inside me.
He pressed against the inside of my hole.
“I think I can feel something inside you.”
“It’s the rest of my clit. He put it in there for safekeeping.”
“Oh…” he said softly.
I relaxed my hole as much as I could, allowing him more room to explore. His finger curled and uncurled, pushing lightly upwards.
“Feels good,” I said.
“I wish I could see what’s left of your clit.”
“I wish I could see…you closer.”
He smiled.
“How close?”
“Close enough to taste.”
“I can arrange that,” he said, slowly sliding his finger out of my ass.
He tipped the exam table back, so I was lying flat on my back. Gracefully, he mounted the table, placing his knees under my arms.
“Closer,” I said, putting my hands on his ass and guiding his slit toward my face.
His hole was sticky when my tongue darted into his fold, but he tasted more like a woman than a man. He moaned softly and braced his hands on the wall behind the exam table, giving himself over to my mouth. I licked his hole, penetrating it with my tongue, just barely getting the tip into the tight ring of flesh.
I assumed at first that he would be unable to cum, same as me, but as he began leaking fluid, I started to wonder. Maybe it was possible?
“Bite me. I love the feel of teeth…there,” he said.
I needed no second urging and pinched the inside of his fold between my teeth. More fluid leaked from his hole. I lapped him for a few second before biting just above his hole.
I realized that under the skin he still had a little erectile tissue surrounding his hole. It was getting hard. I opened my mouth wider to take all of it. I bit down on the hard tissue. He moaned. I worked his hole with my tongue.
“Harder, harder,” he begged.
I adjusted my grip and bit down hard. My teeth sank into what had been the base of his cock. He cried out softly and my mouth filled with his cum.
After his prostate had emptied itself of fluid, he pulled away from me and cupped what was there, but not before I saw the ring of teeth marks I had left around his hole.
“I was supposed to be unable to cum after, but sometimes…it still happens,” he confessed, sliding off the table.
“Did you want to stop?”
“Not exactly, but I liked the idea of being above the need to orgasm, you know?”
I did know now.
I watched him wipe the cum from his delicate slit. It was still oozing out of him.
“Let me clean you,” I offered, turning my head.
He smiled and stepped close again. I leaned toward him and let my tongue lap inside his fold. He was soft and slippery with cum. I began to suck the cum out of his hole, almost like nursing from him. It was intensely erotic and yet, strangely comforting too.
His fingers found my seam and caressed me as I licked and sucked him. I was getting slippery again too.
“Spank me,” I said into him. “Spank my cunt.”
He rubbed my cunt and then began to softly spank my sewn up slit just below where my clit had been. I moaned into him.
“More,” I begged, slurping the last of the cum from his hole.
He began spanking me harder and a little lower. I pulled my feet out of the stirrups and let my legs hang over the side of the table, giving him access to the entirety of my infibulated cunt. The stitches pulled taut. Pleasure began to ripple through me in waves. I fell back against the table as my body took on a life its own. My hips rose to meet his slaps as though each were the thrust of a cock into my closed hole. He knew exactly how hard the strokes needed to be, as if my pussy were familiar to him.
I ejaculated without having an orgasm. The fluid pulsed out of the place he had opened up. I loved the sensation.
His mouth was on me in seconds, desperately lapping up my cum and sucking the gap it was still oozing through. He couldn’t get enough of it.
Our eyes met as he licked me from the bottom of the stitches to the top.
“Someday, you should have your pussy flogged or belted. I think you would enjoy it.”
“I’m going to do a lot with this pussy.”
He kept licking me until the cum was all gone and I had drifted into a relaxed afterglow.
“I think you need a catheter now,” he said, rousing me from a very comfortable half-sleep, half-wakeful state.
“Okay.”
“I’m going to drink your piss.”
“Can I drink yours?”
“If you want, but you need to go first.”
“Okay.”
I closed my eyes and listened to him get some medical supplies from a cabinet.
“What did he do with your cock?”
“Hmm? Oh, he cut it off in half inch slices, about fourteen of them. He cooked them on a hotplate and we ate them together.”
“You were hard?”
“I had a cock ring on. I ejaculated several times during the process.”
“Me too.”
He chuckled and gently slid my feet back into the stirrups.
“Watching my cock disappear round by round was a dream come true.”
He slid a piece of tubing between my stitches and moved around quite a bit before I felt a sudden sting.
“There we go…”
I watched him take the tube into his mouth. Our eyes met. He winked and began sucking.
I felt myself begin to urinate and yellow liquid flowed through the tube into his mouth. He made a quiet happy sound. His right hand drifted down to his slit. I couldn’t see his fingers at work, but I could tell he was masturbating.
He drank every drop that came out of me with evident enjoyment. He sucked the last of it out before gently removing the catheter and cleaning the opening with his tongue.
“My turn?” I asked.
“I think I could give you a taste.”
I sat up and turned around so that my head was at the end of the table. He opened his fold so that I could find his hole more easily. I licked the pre-cum away before making a tight suction against his skin with my lips.
It took him a moment to relax into it. I reached down and stroked my pussy as I waited for him.
“Yes…” he sighed as urine began to fill my mouth.
I moaned as I drank his piss. Just a day before, I would not have imagined doing this, but now I found it deeply satisfying and erotic. His hole was the perfect size for my mouth.
He pulled away when he was empty. I sat up and turned toward him. Leaning toward him, I took his face in my hands and drew him into a kiss, blending the taste of our shared fluids. He wrapped his arms around me.
We explored each other’s mouths for a long time before he pushed me back onto the exam bed. He climbed on top of me.
His slit rested perfectly against my seam. I slowly began to rub against him. The line of stitches rubbed against his hole and the sensitive tissue around it. He was getting hard again.
“We’re fucking,” I told him.
“We are…” he gasped, matching my rhythm.
It was incredibly intimate, being with him like that. We both found ourselves getting wet and sloppy. The sound of us rubbing together filled the room with wet sounds. I ejaculated again, making him grind hard against me.
“I love your cum,” he said.
“Give me yours…” I breathed, realizing that my body was close to orgasm.
If anything had been left, I would have been cumming hard. I was so close to the edge. It was maddening and wonderful.
He held out for as long as he could, keeping me in that sublime pre-orgasmic space, before he came, spraying my pussy with cum.
After he finished, he slid off the table, letting our combined juices coat his stomach and chest.
“Can I clean you?”
I just nodded and opened my legs a little wider.
He grinned and buried his face between my thighs, lapping up our cum. I lay back and squirmed with pleasure as he licked every stitch all the way up my infibulated cunt. When he reached the spot where my clit had been, he paid special attention to it, licking slow circles around it before sucking the closure into his mouth.
If I had had anything left, I would have had multiple orgasms from that suck, but as it stood I just took what pleasure I could from the attention.
I began to feel drowsy as his mouth drifted lower to finish cleaning the cum from my skin.
I heard the sound of medical implements rattling on a tray a few minutes later, but I was too tired and too comfortable to open my eyes. He settled between my legs again, gently caressing my surgically altered vulva.
A cool piece of metal entered me, sliding between my stitches. At first, I thought he was using it to fuck me, but then I realized he was seeking my hole for another reason.
I felt the remnants of my clit move inside me. He intended to pull it out. I stayed relaxed, knowing that it would need to come out eventually and wanting him to be the one to take it.
He slowly pulled it forward, grazing my g-spot as it slid toward the front of my hole. I moaned softly. Having lost its connection to my clit, it was no longer erogenous exactly, but it was still sensitive. The last inch or so inside me was badly burned from the culinary torch, but the pain only heightened my enjoyment of my clit’s return journey out of my damaged cunt.
I lifted my head to watch as my reshaped and severed clit began to emerge from between the stitches, pulled by a pair of narrow tweezers. He let go when a couple inches stuck out of me. Looking me in the eye, he leaned forward and took the ragged tip between his teeth. He mimicked severing the head. I felt a rush of excitement.
“You can take a bite,” I urged him, sitting up to get a better view.
He grinned and asked, “Wouldn’t you rather share it?”
I nodded.
“Did he sculpt your clit while it was still attached?” he asked as he slowly pulled it almost out of me and then pushed it back in, rubbing the stitches in the most pleasurable way imaginable.
“With pliers and a razor. Then he cooked it. Twisted right off after that.”
He shivered as he continued to fuck me with my own clit. His other hand strayed down to his slit again.
“Then he shoved it in my cunt and sewed me shut.”
“What was your favorite part?”
I reclined on the table again and stroked the place where it had been attached, where it had dangled embarrassingly for my entire post-pubescent life.
“The moment I felt it pull free…when I was finally rid of it.”
I could hear him getting wet. I was amazed he had anything left.
“What about your balls?” I asked.
He was fucking me a little faster now and answered in a husky voice.
“He opened up the front of my scrotum without damaging them. He left my sac attached…for a long time. But my balls…he nailed them to the table, one nail each. Then he used a vibrator. I pissed myself from the pain.”
I squirmed with pleasure as the cooked bit of flesh that had been my clit was thrust in and out of me.
“How did they come off?” I asked, gasping.
“He chewed through what was left of the vas deferens and left them nailed to the table.”
“I’m going to squirt…” I warned him.
He pulled my clit free and pressed his mouth to the hole, moaning as he sucked my juices out. His orgasm matched my ejaculation perfectly. I could tell he was cumming as he sucked me. I shook with the intensity. Even without an orgasm, the experience was bliss.
He lapped me for a long time after our cum. I felt drowsy again and content.
“Do you still want to eat it?” he asked me.
I sat up and nodded, watching him playing with the few inches of flesh. Now that it was no longer a part of me, I felt neither rancor nor shame. It was just an exotic bit of human flesh, nothing more.
“Do you want me to fuck your hole with it first?”
He stood and opened his slit. Cum was still oozing out, slowly dripping down his smooth taint.
“I’d love to have you inside me.”
I held my hand out and he gave me my severed clit. It was still slick with my juices and warm too.
He climbed onto the table, resting his thighs on top of mine and presenting his hole to me. I turned my clit so that the neater end would go into him. He was panting with anticipation. I teased his tiny opening with it at first, coating it with his cum.
“Please fuck me.”
It took some force, but I managed to get about an inch of cooked clit into his hole. He watched with his mouth slightly open, obviously enjoying the sensation of being penetrated.
“Looks better on you,” I remarked, jerking it with two fingers.
I leaned forward and took the tip between my teeth. He lifted his hips to give me better access. Even though he couldn’t feel it, I felt powerful as I bit down on it. I tore a little piece of it off and lifted my face so he could watch me chew.
“Yes…” he breathed.
It had the texture of tough pulled pork and tasted mostly like cum.
I bent down and bit off another piece. I felt light-headed as I realized that I was enjoying eating my own cooked clitoris.
“Share?” I asked him.
He nodded eagerly.
I leaned down and pulled my clit out of him, just using my teeth. He slid toward me and our mouths met around the remainder of my severed sex organ. I reached out and rubbed his drooling hole as we sucked and chewed my clit. His thumb found where the base of my clit had been and rubbed slow, firm circles around and over the stitches.
The meat tore, separating us too soon. We savored the flesh in silence until it was gone.
He slid off the exam table and waited until I had finished swallowing to gently urge me into a reclined position again.
“I hope this was good for you.”
“The best,” I acknowledged.
“Same for me. Now…you need some medical care for the burns, probably some antibiotics too. To make it easier for you, I’m going to inject you with a sedative. Once the endorphins wear off, you may be in a lot of discomfort. The sedative will help with that too. Are you comfortable with that course of action?”
I nodded. I felt physically exhausted, but more satisfied sexually than I had ever been before. This had been the best night of my life by far.
He stepped away for a few moments while I contemplated the future.
He injected my left bicep without any preamble. Our eyes met as he withdrew the needle.
“Lick my pussy?”
“Gladly,” he said, putting the used syringe aside. “I’ll make love to you with my mouth until the sedative takes effect.”
The last thing I felt before drifting away was his mouth sucking the tiny gap between my stitches, drawing a little cum out of me. Then my body relaxed and I was gone.
