Castrologist MD Part 1 (Femdom, castration, kinky) **Chapter 1: New world order** The year is 2635. The world has been through significant tumult, nearing the brink of disaster on many occasions. Overtime, the blame for these was laid at the feet of lust blinded, and easily angered men. However, the battle of the sexes has now been decided and women have won the day and along with it the helm of the world. Men are second class citizens at best, no longer to be trusted with power… among other things they can not handle. Jenn was just about to check out of the clinic. She was exhausted having completed multiple surgeries that day. As she was leaving her office her work colleague Janice came walking towards her purposefully. Her green scrubs still stiff with creases and free of blood after a day of work, and her torso adorned with her spotless white coat. Jenn knew that this was not a testament to Janice’s day’s work. Janice, the ultimate stickler for protocol, simply had worked in the nude, as she always did on castration days. “Jenn!” Janice exclaimed as she neared. “Jenn! There’s been a walk-in sent directly from the court for an immediate punishment cut. I’d take it, but I have my 10 year med class reunion to attend. I know it's my day on call… But Jenn, is there any way you could please take this one!” Jenn pushed down her exhaustion and with an inward sigh she groaned out an “Ooooookaayyy!” “Jenn, I love you, I owe you big this time; thanks a ton Jenn, I’ll have him sent to one of your operatories!!!” As Janice walked towards the door, Jenn reminded herself that Janice was worth her word, a fantastic colleague, and had even helped her get into the most competitive career of the new world. Jenn was two years out of residency and was a full fledged castrologist MD. She had a top notch high rise, multiple luxury vehicles, 8 weeks off a year with the highest citizenship status possible and the income to match. She had now rehabilitated more than 7,000 men, removing twice as many testicles, having freed over 14,000 bollocks from their undeserving owners. Where she walked people moved, what she said people obeyed and respected; especially the men. This certainly wasn't her motivation for the specialty, and the alacrity of obedience in others, especially those amoung the older women, still gave her chagrin. Jenn pushed through the doors of the operating theater as she simultaneously removed her scrub top and then her red lacy breast filled bra. She felt her heavy well hung, half tanned perfect breasts sway free from their captivity. She proceeded to the operatory where the orderlies were staging the male subject. The head orderly greeted her with a military summary of the patient and his history. The once male hadn’t even shown the slightest compulsion to oggle her swaying rack. He was truly uninterested. A feat no intact male had ever managed. “Dr. Connelly mam, today’s previous secondary citizen, has been judged with the courts harshest sentence and relegated to slave status and has been ordered to immediate gelding.” All this the orderly had said without even a glance at her perky natural melons. He was on the ball, and that was because he had no balls. Though his sins had not warranted slave status, he had been cut to preserve the safety of the new world order. She still remembered his cutting, one of her first as a full fledged doctor. His smallish testicles had apparently somehow fueled a mighty shaft that had gotten him into trouble on one occasion too many. Over 6 confirmed reports of documented bulge enarglement in the presence of burnette, petite, and well breasted females. He had a type, and Jenn herself fit that bill perfectly. **Chapter 2: Memory of the orderly’s castration (\*Past)** She remembered the first time she had seen him. It was his tiny frightened little balls that she had spied first, followed by his frightened little eyes that soon became saucers as they landed on her freshly bra released paps. For a half moment, she had wondered how on earth this small sack of two glorified jelly beans could possibly have led to his conviction. It was a brief moment however. Before the bra strap indentations on her breasts had time to fade, he stood tall at an impressive 7 inches of thick rigid cock, complete with a glistening layer of precum drooling down his shaft. For a small moment she had lost herself in that sight and only resurfaced once she noticed that her panties were moist. At that time in her life, she was dick starved. Just out of school and hadn’t had a good solid cock between her legs for years. She simply hadn’t had the time in school or residency to encounter a secondary citizen whom she had meshed well with and she wasn’t a fan of the brothels. She felt her breasts swell at the erotic sight of a full fledged cock. She’d have preferred a full house, with equally powerful testicles. She longed for an intact males’ powerful dominating thrusts. She craved the feeling of huge hanging testicles swinging hard into her ass or pussy depending on how she was taken. This however required a man who she trusted, and connected with. Honestly, she had only ever found one man that she had both connected with and who was also equipped to perform the task. She sighed. It was encouraged for castrologists to ride, blow, or wank their patients. Almost every male deserved the chance of a send off. She almost exclusively just wanked her patients. Regardless of method, aiding the patients in releasing a load or two reduced the amount of hormones in his system. Contrary to popular belief, it did not matter if he was brought to completion before his cutting or after his cutting. “The patient has just as much testosterone in his system before his bollocks are removed as he does after his bollocks have been removed” she remembered one professor saying. It took days for a males’ hormones to leave his system. Coaxing him to ejaculation removed the hormones from the body regardless of his testicular status. In the select few cases where her patients made her wet, she sometimes rode them to completion; but only after his babymakers were safely removed. Bareback was completely safe at that point and she was craving the feel of a warm raw naked cock 7 inches deep and pulsating with hot ejaculate. Once he was strapped in and his legs spread she made fast work of it. She swabbed him down, sack, shaft, and groin. She had to re-swab as he spewed a hot load on himself, the table and her naked tits. She made vertical slits in the lowest portion of his sack, one on each side. He cried out as the scalpel bit into the holy temple of his scrotum. His frightened testes were fully retraced into his body. She easily fished the right testicle down into his cut scrotum by dragging her left hand down over the inguinal canal, effectively milking his small teste into his sac. Then with her other hand she grasped his small grape between thumb and forefinger and pulled it free from the scrotum. He immediately tensed hard at her grasp of his small testicle and groaned and shivered as it was pulled down and out into the cold air, a sensation he’d never experienced in his life as a male. She repeated the process with his other testicle until they were both exposed outside of the sack. He was a good patient she was glad to discover, many men were already inconsolable at this point. Yes he shrieked, moaned, and whimpered, but he didn’t resist, yell, or fight against the straps. He hunkered down and accepted his cutting. These males tended to be the most well adjusted in their new life. His once mighty boner had finally collapsed at the desheathing of his manhood. Jenn didnt even bother with ligatures, or scalpels. These small testicles would produce minimal swelling, bleeding, or resistance. Jenn simply grabbed the right nut and pulled it down and away from the man’s body. He now openly sobbed, his determination finally failing him in the face of his eminent emasculation. Once his testicle was stretched as far as his cords would allow Jenn jerked it and it tore free from his body. His right leg spasmed and he began blubbering in force. The beleaguered cord hung down from the sack, thin and stretched and withered, having lost all elasticity and exhibiting only the tiniest drop of blood. Jenn then grabbed its twin. They both felt so small in her hands. She stretched it to its limits, ignoring the patient’s high pitched shreiks and then with a jerk, she popped it free, completing his emasculation. The man, or once-man rather, was impressively able to keep his mind, even if he was unconsolable. He undoubtedly felt like a nutless wretch, but she was about to make him feel like the most well nutted and thick maned lion in the jungle. She swiftly sutured the incisions and then stood, removed her gloves and stroked the mans arm consolingly with her petite feminine and flawlessly manicured hand. Eventually his cries began to even out as well as his breathing. Only the draining of silent tears from his closed eyes evidenced that he had just lost his manhood. Jenn gently grazed his lips with her nipple as his tears continued to streak down his face. The once male slowly opened his eyes in complete wonder. He’d never felt the puffiness of a womans areola and sweetness of her stiff nipple dragging across his mouth. Jenn noticed that his cock twitched. Can he get it back up she wondered inwardly with a glance at his once prideful member and his emptied sac. He then looked at her questioningly with those large doe eyes, he’s asking for consent she realised. When she smiled and nodded he gently took her into his mouth. Jenn moaned as she stretched her head backwards and unseeing looked up at the ceiling. Encouraged by this and now fully engorged, the man took her hard into his mouth. Feeding from her full supple breasts as if the whole world could be returned to him through those sweet, soft, pendulous portals. Jenn reached one hand under her right breast to heft it into his mouth, cupped her other hand behind his head to bring him deeper into her breast and then she milked the mass of her breast towards him. First one breast and then the other. Willing herself to produce something that she knew wasnt there but that she wanted to give him, the milk of the child he would never father. Every man should drink the milk of his own making, straight from the source of his female’s breasts. This once man would never feel that milk flow into his mouth from a breast that he had seeded. The man pressed deeply into her breast, trying to take as much of it in as he could. Jenn released her breast and reached between his legs and fondled his deflated scrotum, she felt a warm fluid eject outwards as soon as she found him. She now had a new coat of cum covering her breasts. Beautiful pearly white cum with a tinge of pink. The man cried in pleasure as he released for the second time. His cock remained as rigid and ready as ever though. Jenn finally pulled away from him and heard a pop as her breast pulled free from the suction of his mouth. She climbed on top of him. Balancing over his rigid, pulsing member garnished by his bruised nutless sack. She took him in her hand, and was unsuprised to feel a new wave of hot jizz erupt in spurts against her descending sex. Her lips enveloped him and she felt a warmth explode into her over and over again as he came repeatedly. She lowered herself slowly, pumping up and down on his member until she finally took him all in. Her ocean blue eyes locked with his as she slowly began to fuck the eunuch she had castrated. His nuts sat just a few feet to their left in a small metal tray. The eunuch felt himself locked into her gaze and was overcome with awe at this mysterious woman who had stripped the power from his body, ripped his male identity from his soul and now fucked him into oblivion. As his mind began drift, he felt himself begin to cum again.