An Original Story By: SnakeCharmer
Gary’s phone rings just as he is stepping out of the shower. He had just finished his long hard bike ride along the beach bike path, and he needed to shower off the sunscreen and sweat from his back.
He is toweling off while he answers the phone, “Hello.”
He hears, “May I speak with Gary please?”
“Yes, this is Gary.”
“Hello Gary, we haven’t spoken yet, this is one of the administrators from the Playful Lascivious Extreme And Share Experience (PLEASE) website. My name is Mr. Johnson. Do you have time to talk right now?”
“Oh wow, sure I can talk now.”
“Gary, I know that I am being a little forward to request whether or not I could contact you. But from your active participation on the PLEASE website, I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind hearing from me.”
“I am glad to hear from you Mr. Johnson. Sure, I was surprised when you privately DM me on the site, asking me if you could have an off-line, phone conversation with me. But you said that it might be something that I very well could be interested in doing.”
“Well, yes. Of course, we don’t look up our membership’s actual names, and also certainly not contact them. We respect our membership’s confidentiality, of course! But you have truly shown such an active interest when participating on the website.”
“I gave you my actual name and number, so that is my permission to call me. I do enjoy the website and I always, as the saying goes, ‘just show up’ when it comes to being a member of something. In other words, be an active member, I always say.”
Chucking, Mr. Johnson states, “Well Gary, that is a great attitude to have, and I think all of us here at PLEASE appreciate that. I certainly wish that others would feel and do the same.”
“I’ll bet!”, exclaimed Gary.
“Gary, you have extensive experience in writing about extreme role play, have you not?’
“Yes, I do, Mr. Johnson. I am interested in role play in various scenes and I have written about them. I have heard back from members on the PLEASE site that said my articles have helped them to feel more comfortable with some scenes that I have described. It can demystify the scene enough to get someone else to try it. But also, it helps those who think that their fetish is too odd or too crazy and therefore no one else shares it with them.” Laughing, Gary further adds, “And, of course, some of the guys have just plainly stated that while reading the articles their trouser snake got harder than it has ever been.”
“Hey that is great! Okay Gary, now if what I have to say is offensive to you, or outside of your comfort zone, please immediately speak up. In no way do we want to lose your participation on the PLEASE website. I don’t want to upset you. I have a lot of anxiety about contacting you. Contacting a member is something that we rarely do. Yes, we have done it before and never had a problem, but there is always the opportunity to go wrong for the first time. Know what I mean?”
“Um, okay. I think I am outspoken enough that if I feel that I don’t like what you have to say, I will speak right up. And besides, now I am really curious as to what is going on.”
“That’s great Gary!” Mr. Johnson was beginning to get more comfortable about this whole conversation.
“Gary have you ever heard of a website called the Black New World Order?” Mr. Johnson already knew that Gary had, and was a member on the website, but he wanted him to open up.
Hesitating, “Um, well, yes I have Mr. Johnson.” Gary was getting nervous now himself, but you surely wouldn’t know it by the way his penis just jumped.
“Okay, well that is great! I won’t have to explain what that site is about. What do you think of BNWO?”
Again, Gary hesitated to be honest, but he was now ‘hooked’ and wanted to find out what was going on. “I am a MEMBER on the BNWO website.”
“Fantastic Gary! Then you must like the site? Is that correct?”
“Yes.” Gary stated.
Mr. Johnson pressed further, “And since you are a member, can I assume that you agree with the BNWO mission statement?”
“Well, I certainly understand it from a progressive point of view. And yes, I think changes are going to be made within the legal system.”
“Thanks! That is great Gary! Now, would you confirm that you are a White male?”
“Yes, I am a White male.”
“And you do, have your two balls, or both testes, between your legs?”
Oh wow, Gary thought. I don’t know where this is going, but I want to jump on for the ride. “Yes sir, they are both hanging down low between my legs right now.” Gary was only covered with his damp bath towel around his hips. He was still overheated from the bike ride and hot shower. His scrotum was hanging low, trying to cool off his full-size balls.
Mr. Johnson realized that Gary didn’t seem to be so hesitant now when answering. “Gary, I have a role play opportunity for you. It is a medical role play, with a real, actual doctor. It would take place at his work office.”
Gary’s dick got a little ‘jumpier’ and he said, “Okay Mr. Johnson. And since you asked if I had any knowledge of the BNWO, will that come into the role play as well?”
“Absolutely it does. Again, this is role play. The doctor is affiliated with BNWO. He has experience with performing an Orchiectomy. He wants to get the word out there, that there is nothing to be fearful of, when it comes to this procedure. He believes with your help, we, or I should say HE, could draw more patients into his office to have it done.”
“I see, please continue Mr. Johnson.”
“I need to state here, the doctor has fetishized the whole thing. Therefore, he would want you to role play as a patient. And then write the article as a patient, and not just write an observer type article.”
“The doctor has fetishized castrating White men?”
“Well, um, well, yes, I guess so.” Silence follows from both. “How does that strike you Gary?” Mr. Johnson thinks he has scared him off.
Since they were on the phone, Mr. Johnson couldn’t see that Gary had dropped his towel and now was playing with his genitals. Swinging around his extended nut sack and stroking his cock. There was a reason that Gary was on the BNWO website. He had a castration fetish as well.
Gary answers, “So the scene is a Black male doctor castrating a White man to assist the BNWO in achieving its White male castration goals?”
The only thing that Mr. Johnson could think to say was, “yes”.
To which Gary replies, “I think I can do that.”
“OH SHIT, REALLY?” Woops! Well, I guess that wasn’t very professional of me.”
Laughing Gary says, “It is fine. Now tell me some more details”. Then Gary asked more seriously, “Hey, I am NOT really going to be castrated, correct?”
“It is only role play. However, there are some VERY specific rules we must discuss. It must start with role play right from the moment you walk in the door of the doctor’s office. No breaking character from you, him or his male nurse.”
“And do I speak with the doctor prior to the scene, or do I get all of my direction and answers from you?”
“From me Gary. Also, his office address is in a section of the city that most White guys don’t want to visit. However, it is on the edge of the city, not in the middle of it. Will you be too freaked out to go there?”
Gary had a pretty good idea of where Mr. Johnson was talking about. “Will I be safe there? And what about my CAR?”
Mr. Johnson rolled his eyes up to the ceiling of his office. He has just told a White male that he wants him to fetish role play with a doctor that performs Orchiectomy professionally and is a member of the Black New World Order. The White guy’s concern is for his CAR. What is wrong with White guys? Shouldn’t his concern be about his balls? Un-fucking believable. No wonder we are actively getting these White guys out of the gene pool.
However, Mr. Johnson replies in a very even tone, “Oh yes Gary. The medical building has a gated parking lot with an attendant station right there. Plus, security guards on patrol.”
“Okay”, Gary states, “I’ll participate, explain to me all of details for the scene”.
The Night of the Role Play:
Gary is driving to the doctor’s office for his castration role play experience. He is trying not to rub his crotch while his is driving. He is losing that battle. Oh, he supposed, a few hard pushes on the inside leg of his jeans shouldn’t hurt. His cock snake responds by straining to be freed from the confines of his trousers.
Mr. Johnson was right. He didn’t like this area of town at all. It was only 8:00 PM, and it was really dark out. No moon tonight. And several streetlights seem to be burnt out. Gary thought, well actually, in this Black section of town it would be ‘dark out’ even at noon. Gary laughs out loud at his thought.
Gary sees the medical building. Looks nice. Just like something he is used to seeing in the neighborhood where he lives. And then he sees the gated entry. He pulls in, and there is a Black security guard in a booth at the gate. Gary rolls down the car window and tells the guard he has an appointment to see his doctor, even though it is clearly after hours.
“What is your name?”
“I am Gary Taut, and I am here to see Doctor Kastrieren.”
“Yes Gary, I have your name right here on the doctor’s list.” The security guard smiles broadly, while almost grinning from ear to ear. “You can go right in and park. Then go up to the forced floor, excuse me, fourth floor to see Doctor Kastrieren.”
Gary pulls into the parking garage to park. He is a little creeped out. The security guard was overly friendly. Big wide smile and he was looking Gary right in the eyeballs. It was almost like he had wanted to take a really good look at him. “Yes Gary, I have you right here on the doctor’s list”, he had said. Gary shuddered. Then Gary repeated the sentence out loud, but made it sound more like Vincent Price was saying it. Suddenly, he was hearing in his head, the scary music from the movie Psycho. Gary shook his head to clear his thoughts.
As Gary pulled into the parking space, the security guard phoned up to Dr. Kastrieren’s office. Nurse Devin answered. The guard told him, “Gary Taut has just arrived and he is on his way up for his castration appointment.”
If Gary had gotten a better look at the guard’s shirt, he might have noticed a rectangular badge pinned there. That badge had BNWO on it, in bold print.
Gary stepped of the elevator and started looking for the doctor’s office. There are two long hallways going in opposite directions and lots of doors. When he found the right office door, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside the office.
There were two Black men standing behind the counter.
One was smiling very widely and nodding yes. He was very black skinned, like ebony. And dressed in a white coat it made him look even darker. He was balding with curly graying hair. He was wearing classic horn-rimmed eyeglasses. He appeared to be part doctor and part mad scientist.
The other guy was a lot younger and much taller. He was all lean muscle. He had much lighter black skin and what Gary thought of as a cornrows hair style. He had a friendly face. He was dressed in green scrubs.
“Hello, I am Gary Taut, and I am here for my appointment with Dr. Kastrieren.”
“Come in, come right on in Gary! I am Doctor Kastrieren. Glad to see you! And you are right on time for today's castration appointment. Nice and prompt! Nurse Devin, would you please take Gary back to the surgery room we have prepared?”
Nurse Devin came around the counter and invited Gary to follow him to the surgery room. Gary followed and took a seat. Very quickly, Doctor Kastrieren was in the room as well.
Doctor Kastrieren began, “Gary would you please tell me, in your own words, why are you here today.”
“Well Doctor Kastrieren, I have decided to be proactive, rather than reactive. I think we all know that the political polls are showing wide range voter support for the new BNWO legislation coming down from the politicians. Something has needed to be done for a long time now. And there are finally enough non-White congressmen to get these changes proposed, drafted and then enacted into law.”
“Go on Gary”, encouraged Doctor Kastrieren. Nurse Delvin was in the room as well and was nodding his head to show his understanding and agreement.
Gary began again, “It is well known that the White male population has been way too aggressive for too long a time. The White males have created this problem for themselves. Now, with voter agreement, there is going to be certain controls enacted into law. Such as White population control, White aggressive behavior control, and White attitude adjustment. As we can see, if you will excuse the pun, the BALLS are rolling.”
Laughing, Dr. Kastrieren questions Gary, “How do you see yourself fitting into all of these changes?”
Gary states, “Well, doctor, I have always viewed myself as a leader, and definitely not a follower. I want to set myself up as a good example of the solution, and not to be one of prolonging the problem. I know that for some of the general White male population, mandatory castration is coming, the question is not IF, but WHEN. I want to be castrated now, ahead of the curve. I want to set a good, positive example for the other White males. I am very sure that I can help to normalize White castration though my example and my writings. It is important to win people over to your side, in order to get their support. I have always been an aspiring spokesman for positive change in society. I just need the clout, or street credibility, so I can get the media coverage. I want to ‘walk the talk’. Therefore, the castration appointment today.
Gary was pretty proud of himself. He knew that is what he was supposed to say for the role playing. But there was certainly more than a ring of truth to all of that. Gary did know that those controls were coming. The BNWO website had convinced him of that. He just didn’t believe he was up to being a spokesman and example for those changes.
“I have just a couple of questions more Gary. What is your sexual orientation?”
“I am a straight male.” Gary replied. (Which was the truth.)
“How old are you?”
“I have just turned 22.” (Again, this is the truth.)
“Have you bred?”
Gary shrank back a little bit, that was an odd way to ask if had children. He responded in character, “No doctor, I have not bred, thank God!” (Which was true as well, Gary had no descendants, nor did he care to create any. Gary viewed children as an enormous burden.)
Dr. Kastrieren was very happy with what Gary had professed. He said, “Okay Gary, I am ready, able, and very willing to get this job done. Right now in fact! Let’s get the paperwork in order first. We will review it together, and get our signatures on it, as well as a date stamp.
Fucking shit thought Gary as he was reviewing the paperwork. This looks official. Like a real legal document. Across the top was written OFFICE OF THE BLACK NEW WORLD ORDER. And the words CASTRATION AGREEMENT, was in even larger type underneath. Gary started to sweat, and his heart rate went up. He took deep breaths to calm down. This is role playing, so just co-operate, he thought. The paperwork got initialed where it needed to be, signed on the bottom by him and the doctor, and then date stamped. Gary even got a copy to keep.
Next Gary stripped down naked to be prepared for the surgery by nurse Devin. Devin shaved Gary’s ball sack and pubic area. Then he thoroughly washed Gary’s groin with an antiseptic solution. Gary wasn’t too happy about being shaved down there. Nor happy about having another guy wash him. This was above and beyond his idea of role play.
Nurse Devin now directed, “Gary, please get up on the table on your back, and slide down as far as you can to the edge. We have stirrups to put your feet into. These straps around your feet and legs will help you keep your balance. They will also help you to keep from jerking around and falling off the table during the procedure.”
Sarcastically Gary states, “Oh! Okay! Great!”
Now that Gary is in place, Nurse Devin notifies the doctor. In comes the doctor, all scrubbed, gloves in place, and ready relieve Gary of his balls. While the nurse was talking to Gary to distract him, Gary felt the prick of a needle in the small area between his ball sack and his inside leg. There was a burning sensation. The doctor was injecting a local anesthesia. Gary was so surprised that he couldn’t even speak. The doctor did the same thing on the other side of his ball sack. Gary was flabbergasted! That hadn’t been discussed with Mr. Johnson.
At this point Gary was so panicked that he tried to get up. Nurse Devin threw himself across Gary’s chest and told Gary to lie still, and he keep repeating it. “Lie still man, just lie still, lie still.”
Doctor Kastrieren was pulling hard on Gary’s left testicle. He knew he was pulling on it even though the nerves down there had been deadened. He felt warm liquid trickling down his leg. It had to be his own blood. Then it felt like the testicle had been pulled free from his body. He wanted to scream. He started to, and then he felt his right testicle being pulled, and the blood again. He did scream. But he could not catch his breath enough to scream again. He started thrashing about trying to get Devin off him, but the nurse held him firmly in place. Then he felt the right testicle being pulled away from his body. Gary was mortified!
“Okay Devin, get off him now. Gary the scene is over. You can take a look at yourself.”
Devin got off from Gary and then released Gary’s feet and legs. Gary sat up and looked down between his legs. His balls were still in place inside his scrotum. It had been role playing after all. Gary thought he would throw up.
As Gary begin to compose himself, the doctor told him, “Take a look at your penis. It is as hard as a rock. Your glans is fully swollen, being engorged with blood. The ‘peter meter’ cannot tell a lie. You are sexually excited about being castrated.”
Gary looked down at his cock. It WAS rock hard, standing straight out from his pubic bone. He looked around at the other two guys. Both had an erection as well. The doctor’s and nurse’s cock were still inside their pants, causing ‘tenting’.
Doctor Kastrieren begins, “Gary, you are really desiring to be castrated. You wouldn’t be here in my office with a rock hard erection if you didn’t. You likely would not be on the BNWO website if you didn’t. You would have struggled much more strongly with Devin; he wasn’t really holding you down as much as you thought. And that ONE little ‘white schoolgirl’ yelp you gave, was, well, a little underwhelming. Especially for a man that thought his balls were being cut off."
Gary looked down at his dick that was still rock hard. He knew the doctor was right. He felt a pang of disappointment when he sat up and saw his balls were still intact in his sack. He realized the truth. The truth about his own fetish to be castrated by a Black doctor.
“Gary, we need a strong spokesman like you to help set a positive example for the Black New World Order. We need your strength and commitment to do the right thing for others. We need you and we know you can do it. We just needed to help you realize your own deep interest and potential.”
Gary saw the truth in all of this. He was more than just interested in being castrated. He did want to help others that were in need. He wanted to be on the forefront of an important historic movement. He also wanted to be front and center, he craved attention.
Gary finally looked up at Doctor Kastrieren. The good doctor then said to him, “Gary, why don’t you get back up on the table? This time, we will perform this little, but MIGHTY important surgery!”
Gary couldn’t think of a single reason not to get back up on the table and get castrated. He didn’t have any more excuses. All the pieces of the puzzle have interlocked for him. Gary casually got back on the table and assumed the position.
After the castration of Gary was completed, and he was getting dressed to go home, Devin exited the room. Devin got to a phone and called down to the parking lot attendant. The attendant recognized the phone number and picked up the receiver and said, “Well?”
Devin just said one word. He said it clearly, loudly and proudly, “SCORE!!!”
Gary’s phone rings just as he is stepping out of the shower. He had just finished his long hard bike ride along the beach bike path, and he needed to shower off the sunscreen and sweat from his back.
He is toweling off while he answers the phone, “Hello.”
He hears, “May I speak with Gary please?”
“Yes, this is Gary.”
“Hello Gary, we haven’t spoken yet, this is one of the administrators from the Playful Lascivious Extreme And Share Experience (PLEASE) website. My name is Mr. Johnson. Do you have time to talk right now?”
“Oh wow, sure I can talk now.”
“Gary, I know that I am being a little forward to request whether or not I could contact you. But from your active participation on the PLEASE website, I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind hearing from me.”
“I am glad to hear from you Mr. Johnson. Sure, I was surprised when you privately DM me on the site, asking me if you could have an off-line, phone conversation with me. But you said that it might be something that I very well could be interested in doing.”
“Well, yes. Of course, we don’t look up our membership’s actual names, and also certainly not contact them. We respect our membership’s confidentiality, of course! But you have truly shown such an active interest when participating on the website.”
“I gave you my actual name and number, so that is my permission to call me. I do enjoy the website and I always, as the saying goes, ‘just show up’ when it comes to being a member of something. In other words, be an active member, I always say.”
Chucking, Mr. Johnson states, “Well Gary, that is a great attitude to have, and I think all of us here at PLEASE appreciate that. I certainly wish that others would feel and do the same.”
“I’ll bet!”, exclaimed Gary.
“Gary, you have extensive experience in writing about extreme role play, have you not?’
“Yes, I do, Mr. Johnson. I am interested in role play in various scenes and I have written about them. I have heard back from members on the PLEASE site that said my articles have helped them to feel more comfortable with some scenes that I have described. It can demystify the scene enough to get someone else to try it. But also, it helps those who think that their fetish is too odd or too crazy and therefore no one else shares it with them.” Laughing, Gary further adds, “And, of course, some of the guys have just plainly stated that while reading the articles their trouser snake got harder than it has ever been.”
“Hey that is great! Okay Gary, now if what I have to say is offensive to you, or outside of your comfort zone, please immediately speak up. In no way do we want to lose your participation on the PLEASE website. I don’t want to upset you. I have a lot of anxiety about contacting you. Contacting a member is something that we rarely do. Yes, we have done it before and never had a problem, but there is always the opportunity to go wrong for the first time. Know what I mean?”
“Um, okay. I think I am outspoken enough that if I feel that I don’t like what you have to say, I will speak right up. And besides, now I am really curious as to what is going on.”
“That’s great Gary!” Mr. Johnson was beginning to get more comfortable about this whole conversation.
“Gary have you ever heard of a website called the Black New World Order?” Mr. Johnson already knew that Gary had, and was a member on the website, but he wanted him to open up.
Hesitating, “Um, well, yes I have Mr. Johnson.” Gary was getting nervous now himself, but you surely wouldn’t know it by the way his penis just jumped.
“Okay, well that is great! I won’t have to explain what that site is about. What do you think of BNWO?”
Again, Gary hesitated to be honest, but he was now ‘hooked’ and wanted to find out what was going on. “I am a MEMBER on the BNWO website.”
“Fantastic Gary! Then you must like the site? Is that correct?”
“Yes.” Gary stated.
Mr. Johnson pressed further, “And since you are a member, can I assume that you agree with the BNWO mission statement?”
“Well, I certainly understand it from a progressive point of view. And yes, I think changes are going to be made within the legal system.”
“Thanks! That is great Gary! Now, would you confirm that you are a White male?”
“Yes, I am a White male.”
“And you do, have your two balls, or both testes, between your legs?”
Oh wow, Gary thought. I don’t know where this is going, but I want to jump on for the ride. “Yes sir, they are both hanging down low between my legs right now.” Gary was only covered with his damp bath towel around his hips. He was still overheated from the bike ride and hot shower. His scrotum was hanging low, trying to cool off his full-size balls.
Mr. Johnson realized that Gary didn’t seem to be so hesitant now when answering. “Gary, I have a role play opportunity for you. It is a medical role play, with a real, actual doctor. It would take place at his work office.”
Gary’s dick got a little ‘jumpier’ and he said, “Okay Mr. Johnson. And since you asked if I had any knowledge of the BNWO, will that come into the role play as well?”
“Absolutely it does. Again, this is role play. The doctor is affiliated with BNWO. He has experience with performing an Orchiectomy. He wants to get the word out there, that there is nothing to be fearful of, when it comes to this procedure. He believes with your help, we, or I should say HE, could draw more patients into his office to have it done.”
“I see, please continue Mr. Johnson.”
“I need to state here, the doctor has fetishized the whole thing. Therefore, he would want you to role play as a patient. And then write the article as a patient, and not just write an observer type article.”
“The doctor has fetishized castrating White men?”
“Well, um, well, yes, I guess so.” Silence follows from both. “How does that strike you Gary?” Mr. Johnson thinks he has scared him off.
Since they were on the phone, Mr. Johnson couldn’t see that Gary had dropped his towel and now was playing with his genitals. Swinging around his extended nut sack and stroking his cock. There was a reason that Gary was on the BNWO website. He had a castration fetish as well.
Gary answers, “So the scene is a Black male doctor castrating a White man to assist the BNWO in achieving its White male castration goals?”
The only thing that Mr. Johnson could think to say was, “yes”.
To which Gary replies, “I think I can do that.”
“OH SHIT, REALLY?” Woops! Well, I guess that wasn’t very professional of me.”
Laughing Gary says, “It is fine. Now tell me some more details”. Then Gary asked more seriously, “Hey, I am NOT really going to be castrated, correct?”
“It is only role play. However, there are some VERY specific rules we must discuss. It must start with role play right from the moment you walk in the door of the doctor’s office. No breaking character from you, him or his male nurse.”
“And do I speak with the doctor prior to the scene, or do I get all of my direction and answers from you?”
“From me Gary. Also, his office address is in a section of the city that most White guys don’t want to visit. However, it is on the edge of the city, not in the middle of it. Will you be too freaked out to go there?”
Gary had a pretty good idea of where Mr. Johnson was talking about. “Will I be safe there? And what about my CAR?”
Mr. Johnson rolled his eyes up to the ceiling of his office. He has just told a White male that he wants him to fetish role play with a doctor that performs Orchiectomy professionally and is a member of the Black New World Order. The White guy’s concern is for his CAR. What is wrong with White guys? Shouldn’t his concern be about his balls? Un-fucking believable. No wonder we are actively getting these White guys out of the gene pool.
However, Mr. Johnson replies in a very even tone, “Oh yes Gary. The medical building has a gated parking lot with an attendant station right there. Plus, security guards on patrol.”
“Okay”, Gary states, “I’ll participate, explain to me all of details for the scene”.
The Night of the Role Play:
Gary is driving to the doctor’s office for his castration role play experience. He is trying not to rub his crotch while his is driving. He is losing that battle. Oh, he supposed, a few hard pushes on the inside leg of his jeans shouldn’t hurt. His cock snake responds by straining to be freed from the confines of his trousers.
Mr. Johnson was right. He didn’t like this area of town at all. It was only 8:00 PM, and it was really dark out. No moon tonight. And several streetlights seem to be burnt out. Gary thought, well actually, in this Black section of town it would be ‘dark out’ even at noon. Gary laughs out loud at his thought.
Gary sees the medical building. Looks nice. Just like something he is used to seeing in the neighborhood where he lives. And then he sees the gated entry. He pulls in, and there is a Black security guard in a booth at the gate. Gary rolls down the car window and tells the guard he has an appointment to see his doctor, even though it is clearly after hours.
“What is your name?”
“I am Gary Taut, and I am here to see Doctor Kastrieren.”
“Yes Gary, I have your name right here on the doctor’s list.” The security guard smiles broadly, while almost grinning from ear to ear. “You can go right in and park. Then go up to the forced floor, excuse me, fourth floor to see Doctor Kastrieren.”
Gary pulls into the parking garage to park. He is a little creeped out. The security guard was overly friendly. Big wide smile and he was looking Gary right in the eyeballs. It was almost like he had wanted to take a really good look at him. “Yes Gary, I have you right here on the doctor’s list”, he had said. Gary shuddered. Then Gary repeated the sentence out loud, but made it sound more like Vincent Price was saying it. Suddenly, he was hearing in his head, the scary music from the movie Psycho. Gary shook his head to clear his thoughts.
As Gary pulled into the parking space, the security guard phoned up to Dr. Kastrieren’s office. Nurse Devin answered. The guard told him, “Gary Taut has just arrived and he is on his way up for his castration appointment.”
If Gary had gotten a better look at the guard’s shirt, he might have noticed a rectangular badge pinned there. That badge had BNWO on it, in bold print.
Gary stepped of the elevator and started looking for the doctor’s office. There are two long hallways going in opposite directions and lots of doors. When he found the right office door, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside the office.
There were two Black men standing behind the counter.
One was smiling very widely and nodding yes. He was very black skinned, like ebony. And dressed in a white coat it made him look even darker. He was balding with curly graying hair. He was wearing classic horn-rimmed eyeglasses. He appeared to be part doctor and part mad scientist.
The other guy was a lot younger and much taller. He was all lean muscle. He had much lighter black skin and what Gary thought of as a cornrows hair style. He had a friendly face. He was dressed in green scrubs.
“Hello, I am Gary Taut, and I am here for my appointment with Dr. Kastrieren.”
“Come in, come right on in Gary! I am Doctor Kastrieren. Glad to see you! And you are right on time for today's castration appointment. Nice and prompt! Nurse Devin, would you please take Gary back to the surgery room we have prepared?”
Nurse Devin came around the counter and invited Gary to follow him to the surgery room. Gary followed and took a seat. Very quickly, Doctor Kastrieren was in the room as well.
Doctor Kastrieren began, “Gary would you please tell me, in your own words, why are you here today.”
“Well Doctor Kastrieren, I have decided to be proactive, rather than reactive. I think we all know that the political polls are showing wide range voter support for the new BNWO legislation coming down from the politicians. Something has needed to be done for a long time now. And there are finally enough non-White congressmen to get these changes proposed, drafted and then enacted into law.”
“Go on Gary”, encouraged Doctor Kastrieren. Nurse Delvin was in the room as well and was nodding his head to show his understanding and agreement.
Gary began again, “It is well known that the White male population has been way too aggressive for too long a time. The White males have created this problem for themselves. Now, with voter agreement, there is going to be certain controls enacted into law. Such as White population control, White aggressive behavior control, and White attitude adjustment. As we can see, if you will excuse the pun, the BALLS are rolling.”
Laughing, Dr. Kastrieren questions Gary, “How do you see yourself fitting into all of these changes?”
Gary states, “Well, doctor, I have always viewed myself as a leader, and definitely not a follower. I want to set myself up as a good example of the solution, and not to be one of prolonging the problem. I know that for some of the general White male population, mandatory castration is coming, the question is not IF, but WHEN. I want to be castrated now, ahead of the curve. I want to set a good, positive example for the other White males. I am very sure that I can help to normalize White castration though my example and my writings. It is important to win people over to your side, in order to get their support. I have always been an aspiring spokesman for positive change in society. I just need the clout, or street credibility, so I can get the media coverage. I want to ‘walk the talk’. Therefore, the castration appointment today.
Gary was pretty proud of himself. He knew that is what he was supposed to say for the role playing. But there was certainly more than a ring of truth to all of that. Gary did know that those controls were coming. The BNWO website had convinced him of that. He just didn’t believe he was up to being a spokesman and example for those changes.
“I have just a couple of questions more Gary. What is your sexual orientation?”
“I am a straight male.” Gary replied. (Which was the truth.)
“How old are you?”
“I have just turned 22.” (Again, this is the truth.)
“Have you bred?”
Gary shrank back a little bit, that was an odd way to ask if had children. He responded in character, “No doctor, I have not bred, thank God!” (Which was true as well, Gary had no descendants, nor did he care to create any. Gary viewed children as an enormous burden.)
Dr. Kastrieren was very happy with what Gary had professed. He said, “Okay Gary, I am ready, able, and very willing to get this job done. Right now in fact! Let’s get the paperwork in order first. We will review it together, and get our signatures on it, as well as a date stamp.
Fucking shit thought Gary as he was reviewing the paperwork. This looks official. Like a real legal document. Across the top was written OFFICE OF THE BLACK NEW WORLD ORDER. And the words CASTRATION AGREEMENT, was in even larger type underneath. Gary started to sweat, and his heart rate went up. He took deep breaths to calm down. This is role playing, so just co-operate, he thought. The paperwork got initialed where it needed to be, signed on the bottom by him and the doctor, and then date stamped. Gary even got a copy to keep.
Next Gary stripped down naked to be prepared for the surgery by nurse Devin. Devin shaved Gary’s ball sack and pubic area. Then he thoroughly washed Gary’s groin with an antiseptic solution. Gary wasn’t too happy about being shaved down there. Nor happy about having another guy wash him. This was above and beyond his idea of role play.
Nurse Devin now directed, “Gary, please get up on the table on your back, and slide down as far as you can to the edge. We have stirrups to put your feet into. These straps around your feet and legs will help you keep your balance. They will also help you to keep from jerking around and falling off the table during the procedure.”
Sarcastically Gary states, “Oh! Okay! Great!”
Now that Gary is in place, Nurse Devin notifies the doctor. In comes the doctor, all scrubbed, gloves in place, and ready relieve Gary of his balls. While the nurse was talking to Gary to distract him, Gary felt the prick of a needle in the small area between his ball sack and his inside leg. There was a burning sensation. The doctor was injecting a local anesthesia. Gary was so surprised that he couldn’t even speak. The doctor did the same thing on the other side of his ball sack. Gary was flabbergasted! That hadn’t been discussed with Mr. Johnson.
At this point Gary was so panicked that he tried to get up. Nurse Devin threw himself across Gary’s chest and told Gary to lie still, and he keep repeating it. “Lie still man, just lie still, lie still.”
Doctor Kastrieren was pulling hard on Gary’s left testicle. He knew he was pulling on it even though the nerves down there had been deadened. He felt warm liquid trickling down his leg. It had to be his own blood. Then it felt like the testicle had been pulled free from his body. He wanted to scream. He started to, and then he felt his right testicle being pulled, and the blood again. He did scream. But he could not catch his breath enough to scream again. He started thrashing about trying to get Devin off him, but the nurse held him firmly in place. Then he felt the right testicle being pulled away from his body. Gary was mortified!
“Okay Devin, get off him now. Gary the scene is over. You can take a look at yourself.”
Devin got off from Gary and then released Gary’s feet and legs. Gary sat up and looked down between his legs. His balls were still in place inside his scrotum. It had been role playing after all. Gary thought he would throw up.
As Gary begin to compose himself, the doctor told him, “Take a look at your penis. It is as hard as a rock. Your glans is fully swollen, being engorged with blood. The ‘peter meter’ cannot tell a lie. You are sexually excited about being castrated.”
Gary looked down at his cock. It WAS rock hard, standing straight out from his pubic bone. He looked around at the other two guys. Both had an erection as well. The doctor’s and nurse’s cock were still inside their pants, causing ‘tenting’.
Doctor Kastrieren begins, “Gary, you are really desiring to be castrated. You wouldn’t be here in my office with a rock hard erection if you didn’t. You likely would not be on the BNWO website if you didn’t. You would have struggled much more strongly with Devin; he wasn’t really holding you down as much as you thought. And that ONE little ‘white schoolgirl’ yelp you gave, was, well, a little underwhelming. Especially for a man that thought his balls were being cut off."
Gary looked down at his dick that was still rock hard. He knew the doctor was right. He felt a pang of disappointment when he sat up and saw his balls were still intact in his sack. He realized the truth. The truth about his own fetish to be castrated by a Black doctor.
“Gary, we need a strong spokesman like you to help set a positive example for the Black New World Order. We need your strength and commitment to do the right thing for others. We need you and we know you can do it. We just needed to help you realize your own deep interest and potential.”
Gary saw the truth in all of this. He was more than just interested in being castrated. He did want to help others that were in need. He wanted to be on the forefront of an important historic movement. He also wanted to be front and center, he craved attention.
Gary finally looked up at Doctor Kastrieren. The good doctor then said to him, “Gary, why don’t you get back up on the table? This time, we will perform this little, but MIGHTY important surgery!”
Gary couldn’t think of a single reason not to get back up on the table and get castrated. He didn’t have any more excuses. All the pieces of the puzzle have interlocked for him. Gary casually got back on the table and assumed the position.
After the castration of Gary was completed, and he was getting dressed to go home, Devin exited the room. Devin got to a phone and called down to the parking lot attendant. The attendant recognized the phone number and picked up the receiver and said, “Well?”
Devin just said one word. He said it clearly, loudly and proudly, “SCORE!!!”
