CHAPTER FOUR: TRADE OUT
CHAPTER FOUR: TRADE OUT
“Well, let’s clarify. I am a Urologist, and I specialize in Oncology. I sometimes have to perform an Orchiectomy surgery.” Both Noah's and Randi’s faces have a blank expression.
Reaching over and grasping Noah’s ball sack, the doctor rephrases his statement. “Noah, I help young men that have cancer in their balls. I sometimes have to surgically remove at least one of those balls.”
Noah’s head jerks up, he is interested in hearing more from Doctor Ashur. “I am sorry to hear that. I mean, for the men that have to come to see you,” says Noah.
The doctor nods his head in agreement and says, “Thank you, so am I, sorry that they have to go through that.”
Ashur continues talking, “Here is the part that might interest you. I always offer to insert a prosthetic testicle. I have them in different sizes, shapes, and importantly for you, different weights. A heavier prosthetic should stretch your scrotum down to give it more ‘bounce’. Does that sound like something might be interested in checking out? Might even desire enough to do?”
Noah is very quiet. He stands there leaning against the examination table. His ball sack is in the doctor’s hand. Looking at the doctor from eye to eye. Then he smiles, and then widely grins. “That is something that I didn’t even know could happen.” His heart rate picks up and endorphins begin getting released into his bloodstream.
“Well, my new friends Noah and Randi, it is something that could happen. But it is an exchange. The birth testicle gets removed. Permanently removed. No going back. And the weightier prosthetic is inserted. It will look natural and also feel natural when squeezed, but there will be no pain. It also doesn’t generate any testosterone or sperm, it is a fake testicle.”
Noah seems to think this is great news. He is a bit beside himself. A ball sack that isn’t made fun of by the other guys. They used to call out, “THROW THE BALL DOG NUTS BOY!” How he hated that nickname. Some of the guys even wrote that nickname when they signed his high school yearbook. Dirty fuckers! “Okay doctor, it is fake, but wow oh wow.”
“Okay Noah, just let me bring in my sample box, you know, to show you. You can touch them and everything. Let me go and get it now.”
After he walks out of the examination room into the hallway, Doctor Ashur reaches into his trousers and gives his big penis snake that is growing in there a good choke squeeze. His cock responds by getting harder. “Hot damn!” he mutters to himself.
Ashur finally returns to the room with the box of prosthetic testes and enters without knocking first. As he enters the room, he notices Randi quickly standing up from a kneeling position in front of Noah. She quickly sits back down in the chair. The doctor stands there looking agape at her. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. Her other hand is at her crotch. Noah looks pretty excited. He is stroking his erect cock.
“Doctor, I can give you that semen sample now, the one you mentioned wanting for testing. But we need to hurry. Where do you want it?”
Recovering from his surprised state, Ashur rushes over to the cupboard to grab a small clear plastic container and then hands it over to Noah. And apparently he did so, just about in the nick of time.
Noah is his own ‘helping hand’ at this point, with no oral assistance from his wife. He uses his thumb and fingers to give a couple of tight hard strokes to his hard boy cock, and he ejaculates his baby batter into the container. Noah hands it over to Ashur, who takes note that it consists of thin and runny semen. Nowhere near the volume nor density that Ashur himself shoots. But a freshly churned shot of White boy semen it is. At least there is enough to send half to testing, and examine the other half under the microscope.
The doctor states, “Guys we will send some of it to the lab for DNA results, but some of it we can look at under the microscope right now. We can view the glass slide on the large computer screen.” Ashur places about half of the semen on a four-inch clear glass slide and places it under the microscope.
The computer screen shows thousands of little sperms, raptly swimming the length of the slide, from one side and then back again and then repeating. Ashur blanches at the sight and thinks, oh the hell, and fuck no! Even this pussy whipped White boy is just chock full of sperm to reproduce more of his kind.
Ashur continues to think, this is UN-fucking-believable! Something seriously does need to be done about guys like him. Before I got a look at this sample, the whole thing was more like fetish talk. But now it is a known hazard. Between Noah’s white legs is a testicular ‘factory’ producing a breeding batter biohazard. A biohazard that needs to have the factory shut down. Like many White males, a factory needs to be permanently closed for business.
Noah speaks up, “Holly Shit doctor! Look at all of those sperm guys that came shooting out of my balls! I can’t believe it! Look how fast they swim back and forth. If Randi wasn’t on the pill, I would knock her up for sure!” He finishes by laughing. Randi visibly winces and cringes.
Ashur suddenly turns away from the slide and computer screen and looks at Noah. “So! Not to change the subject but are you ready to check out the prosthetic balls?” the doctor sounds distressed.
“Let’s do it!”
Noah feels out every one of the more than two dozen samples of the balls. All different sizes and weights. They all feel so real. Like holding a man’s testicle in the palm of your hand and giving it a small squeeze. Close your eyes and you would think it was flesh. “Hey wife, you should feel these balls out! They are cool!” Randi shakes her head no.
After about fifteen minutes, Ashur asks, “Noah, you keep going back to that one in particular. What do you think of it?”
Noah states. “It is much larger and heavier than my balls. Would it look strange hanging on me? How would it look next to the other ball? Too out of proportion?”
“Hold it down there next to your natural balls and let’s take a good look at it.” Ashur adjusts the floor lamp to provide better lighting. “Well, it is larger than the other balls. That weight could cause it to hang way down. Your natural ball is up tight against your body. The two together don’t look natural at all. Maybe a different prosthetic one with less weight?”
Noah likes the fake one he has in the palm of his hand. However, he knows the doctor is correct about what he is saying about the esthetics. Noah hasn’t tipped off the doctor, but he has already picked out what could be the replacement for his second ball. It is slightly smaller than the first prosthetic and just enough lighter weight.
“Doctor Ashur, for this to look right, I would need to have a real second ball more like this one, wouldn’t I?”
Ashur checks it out and agrees that Randy has made a good choice. “But you don’t have one like that Randy, so we need to get a lighter weight for the heavy ball. Look at these that are a couple of grades smaller and lighter. See what I mean? Look at this one, it might make more sense.”
Noah realizes that the doctor hasn’t picked up on his meaning. “So, well, maybe…, I should trade out BOTH of my balls.”
Ashur is taken aback at first, then smiles. “I don’t want to encourage you to remove both of your testes. They are both healthy.” Deliberately waiting for a beat to seem in thought, and then continuing, “But I also don’t want you to be disappointed in the visual results either.” Actually, Ashur would love to remove both balls, now that he has seen the slide that is full of Noah’s active sperm.
“Neither do I want to be disappointed in the results. If I am going to do this, I want them to look just how I fantasized them to be. How it looked in the naked man photo. How they were just so, I guess, lopsided. One hung down there so much lower than the other one. It was really hot to look at.”
Ashur is thinking about how easy this conversation is going, all things considered. There is no resistance. It would be amazing to do an actual complete castration on this White boy. Not a medical need for castration. Not a partial castration for the benefit of the patient. But a total castration for the benefit of society. Total castration for the benefit of racial relations. Total castration for the benefit of men of color. A benefit for ARABIAN MEN like himself. If expanded to the general population, it will be a benefit for the offspring of White women as well. White women whose pregnancy would have to be conceived from the semen of another Race.
Doctor Ashur realizes he is getting ahead of things here. This is only one guy. But still, imagine it, what if this could become a usual part of his business? What if, indeed! Normalizing the impossible. Maybe he just needs to offer, to be out there, and make his presence known. Help is available. Once a need is established, other doctors in other cities would surely follow suit. Build it and they will come, as the saying goes.
With these thoughts, Ashur’s dick is now so hard it is pulling at the seams in the crotch of his business trousers. Randi is staring at it. Her pussy is so wet it is like a ‘slip and slide’.
Randi offers practical advice, “Hey Doctor Ashur, you have to be so uncomfortable. Those slacks you are wearing don’t give you much slack. Do you know what I am saying? Please feel free to drop and lose those fucking dress trousers, for mercy’s sake. We’re all adults here, no worries.”
Ashur considers, maybe I will get that blow job now. Ashur unfastens and slides down his tight slacks. Then he wiggles out of his form-fitting black silk boxers shorts, setting the trouser snake free. He steps out of both of them and kicks them aside. His thick veiny cock is at full mast. Rock hard with a full nine inches curving upwards. It looks so wonderful with its dark skin and untrimmed adult bush of black hair. There is even some thick black hair growing out of the lower base of the penis and lots of hair on his scrotum. His foreskin has retracted. His piss slit is slightly parted and some pre-cum is already at the launch hatch. The Arabian is the very essence of virile masculinity.
Then he unbuttons his shirt, nice and slow, and then slips out of it and lets it drop behind him. Fully exposing his muscular hairy torso, he repeatedly flexes and pops both his well-developed pecs alternating back and forth between the two of them. Putting on a show of it. You know the reason why; just because he can.
Ashur looks like a wild beast that is ready to rut.
Randi and Noah are shamelessly wide-eyed staring at Doctor Ashur’s erotic hairy and brown Arabian body. If the top of their heads were a kettle of water sitting on the fire, they would whistle with steam.
And then low and slow, Ashur asks the most cliche question in the world at a time like this. “Do you see something you like?”
“Well, let’s clarify. I am a Urologist, and I specialize in Oncology. I sometimes have to perform an Orchiectomy surgery.” Both Noah's and Randi’s faces have a blank expression.
Reaching over and grasping Noah’s ball sack, the doctor rephrases his statement. “Noah, I help young men that have cancer in their balls. I sometimes have to surgically remove at least one of those balls.”
Noah’s head jerks up, he is interested in hearing more from Doctor Ashur. “I am sorry to hear that. I mean, for the men that have to come to see you,” says Noah.
The doctor nods his head in agreement and says, “Thank you, so am I, sorry that they have to go through that.”
Ashur continues talking, “Here is the part that might interest you. I always offer to insert a prosthetic testicle. I have them in different sizes, shapes, and importantly for you, different weights. A heavier prosthetic should stretch your scrotum down to give it more ‘bounce’. Does that sound like something might be interested in checking out? Might even desire enough to do?”
Noah is very quiet. He stands there leaning against the examination table. His ball sack is in the doctor’s hand. Looking at the doctor from eye to eye. Then he smiles, and then widely grins. “That is something that I didn’t even know could happen.” His heart rate picks up and endorphins begin getting released into his bloodstream.
“Well, my new friends Noah and Randi, it is something that could happen. But it is an exchange. The birth testicle gets removed. Permanently removed. No going back. And the weightier prosthetic is inserted. It will look natural and also feel natural when squeezed, but there will be no pain. It also doesn’t generate any testosterone or sperm, it is a fake testicle.”
Noah seems to think this is great news. He is a bit beside himself. A ball sack that isn’t made fun of by the other guys. They used to call out, “THROW THE BALL DOG NUTS BOY!” How he hated that nickname. Some of the guys even wrote that nickname when they signed his high school yearbook. Dirty fuckers! “Okay doctor, it is fake, but wow oh wow.”
“Okay Noah, just let me bring in my sample box, you know, to show you. You can touch them and everything. Let me go and get it now.”
After he walks out of the examination room into the hallway, Doctor Ashur reaches into his trousers and gives his big penis snake that is growing in there a good choke squeeze. His cock responds by getting harder. “Hot damn!” he mutters to himself.
Ashur finally returns to the room with the box of prosthetic testes and enters without knocking first. As he enters the room, he notices Randi quickly standing up from a kneeling position in front of Noah. She quickly sits back down in the chair. The doctor stands there looking agape at her. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. Her other hand is at her crotch. Noah looks pretty excited. He is stroking his erect cock.
“Doctor, I can give you that semen sample now, the one you mentioned wanting for testing. But we need to hurry. Where do you want it?”
Recovering from his surprised state, Ashur rushes over to the cupboard to grab a small clear plastic container and then hands it over to Noah. And apparently he did so, just about in the nick of time.
Noah is his own ‘helping hand’ at this point, with no oral assistance from his wife. He uses his thumb and fingers to give a couple of tight hard strokes to his hard boy cock, and he ejaculates his baby batter into the container. Noah hands it over to Ashur, who takes note that it consists of thin and runny semen. Nowhere near the volume nor density that Ashur himself shoots. But a freshly churned shot of White boy semen it is. At least there is enough to send half to testing, and examine the other half under the microscope.
The doctor states, “Guys we will send some of it to the lab for DNA results, but some of it we can look at under the microscope right now. We can view the glass slide on the large computer screen.” Ashur places about half of the semen on a four-inch clear glass slide and places it under the microscope.
The computer screen shows thousands of little sperms, raptly swimming the length of the slide, from one side and then back again and then repeating. Ashur blanches at the sight and thinks, oh the hell, and fuck no! Even this pussy whipped White boy is just chock full of sperm to reproduce more of his kind.
Ashur continues to think, this is UN-fucking-believable! Something seriously does need to be done about guys like him. Before I got a look at this sample, the whole thing was more like fetish talk. But now it is a known hazard. Between Noah’s white legs is a testicular ‘factory’ producing a breeding batter biohazard. A biohazard that needs to have the factory shut down. Like many White males, a factory needs to be permanently closed for business.
Noah speaks up, “Holly Shit doctor! Look at all of those sperm guys that came shooting out of my balls! I can’t believe it! Look how fast they swim back and forth. If Randi wasn’t on the pill, I would knock her up for sure!” He finishes by laughing. Randi visibly winces and cringes.
Ashur suddenly turns away from the slide and computer screen and looks at Noah. “So! Not to change the subject but are you ready to check out the prosthetic balls?” the doctor sounds distressed.
“Let’s do it!”
Noah feels out every one of the more than two dozen samples of the balls. All different sizes and weights. They all feel so real. Like holding a man’s testicle in the palm of your hand and giving it a small squeeze. Close your eyes and you would think it was flesh. “Hey wife, you should feel these balls out! They are cool!” Randi shakes her head no.
After about fifteen minutes, Ashur asks, “Noah, you keep going back to that one in particular. What do you think of it?”
Noah states. “It is much larger and heavier than my balls. Would it look strange hanging on me? How would it look next to the other ball? Too out of proportion?”
“Hold it down there next to your natural balls and let’s take a good look at it.” Ashur adjusts the floor lamp to provide better lighting. “Well, it is larger than the other balls. That weight could cause it to hang way down. Your natural ball is up tight against your body. The two together don’t look natural at all. Maybe a different prosthetic one with less weight?”
Noah likes the fake one he has in the palm of his hand. However, he knows the doctor is correct about what he is saying about the esthetics. Noah hasn’t tipped off the doctor, but he has already picked out what could be the replacement for his second ball. It is slightly smaller than the first prosthetic and just enough lighter weight.
“Doctor Ashur, for this to look right, I would need to have a real second ball more like this one, wouldn’t I?”
Ashur checks it out and agrees that Randy has made a good choice. “But you don’t have one like that Randy, so we need to get a lighter weight for the heavy ball. Look at these that are a couple of grades smaller and lighter. See what I mean? Look at this one, it might make more sense.”
Noah realizes that the doctor hasn’t picked up on his meaning. “So, well, maybe…, I should trade out BOTH of my balls.”
Ashur is taken aback at first, then smiles. “I don’t want to encourage you to remove both of your testes. They are both healthy.” Deliberately waiting for a beat to seem in thought, and then continuing, “But I also don’t want you to be disappointed in the visual results either.” Actually, Ashur would love to remove both balls, now that he has seen the slide that is full of Noah’s active sperm.
“Neither do I want to be disappointed in the results. If I am going to do this, I want them to look just how I fantasized them to be. How it looked in the naked man photo. How they were just so, I guess, lopsided. One hung down there so much lower than the other one. It was really hot to look at.”
Ashur is thinking about how easy this conversation is going, all things considered. There is no resistance. It would be amazing to do an actual complete castration on this White boy. Not a medical need for castration. Not a partial castration for the benefit of the patient. But a total castration for the benefit of society. Total castration for the benefit of racial relations. Total castration for the benefit of men of color. A benefit for ARABIAN MEN like himself. If expanded to the general population, it will be a benefit for the offspring of White women as well. White women whose pregnancy would have to be conceived from the semen of another Race.
Doctor Ashur realizes he is getting ahead of things here. This is only one guy. But still, imagine it, what if this could become a usual part of his business? What if, indeed! Normalizing the impossible. Maybe he just needs to offer, to be out there, and make his presence known. Help is available. Once a need is established, other doctors in other cities would surely follow suit. Build it and they will come, as the saying goes.
With these thoughts, Ashur’s dick is now so hard it is pulling at the seams in the crotch of his business trousers. Randi is staring at it. Her pussy is so wet it is like a ‘slip and slide’.
Randi offers practical advice, “Hey Doctor Ashur, you have to be so uncomfortable. Those slacks you are wearing don’t give you much slack. Do you know what I am saying? Please feel free to drop and lose those fucking dress trousers, for mercy’s sake. We’re all adults here, no worries.”
Ashur considers, maybe I will get that blow job now. Ashur unfastens and slides down his tight slacks. Then he wiggles out of his form-fitting black silk boxers shorts, setting the trouser snake free. He steps out of both of them and kicks them aside. His thick veiny cock is at full mast. Rock hard with a full nine inches curving upwards. It looks so wonderful with its dark skin and untrimmed adult bush of black hair. There is even some thick black hair growing out of the lower base of the penis and lots of hair on his scrotum. His foreskin has retracted. His piss slit is slightly parted and some pre-cum is already at the launch hatch. The Arabian is the very essence of virile masculinity.
Then he unbuttons his shirt, nice and slow, and then slips out of it and lets it drop behind him. Fully exposing his muscular hairy torso, he repeatedly flexes and pops both his well-developed pecs alternating back and forth between the two of them. Putting on a show of it. You know the reason why; just because he can.
Ashur looks like a wild beast that is ready to rut.
Randi and Noah are shamelessly wide-eyed staring at Doctor Ashur’s erotic hairy and brown Arabian body. If the top of their heads were a kettle of water sitting on the fire, they would whistle with steam.
And then low and slow, Ashur asks the most cliche question in the world at a time like this. “Do you see something you like?”
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