The Aura 

With a name like Bob Smith, he couldn't exactly be called a "mad scientist". But he was pretty far out for a "Bob Smith".

First of all he wanted to do things to people. Things which excited him, turned him on as it were. Things like cutting off a man's balls, or chopping off the man's arm at the elbow.

Sounds crazy, doesn't it? Well, actually it was - in an insidiously sane sort of way.

Bob was a thoroughly informed human being. He knew that many fellow beings wanted physical changes in their bodies. He had corresponded with guys who longed to be castrated, and he had toyed with a large number of ideas on how to accomplish that, but each way left a trace of what had been done - a scar, that telltale cicatrix which fairly screamed that somebody had been tampering. He also knew several men who wanted to be amputated. He had even met and became well acquainted with a man who had succeeded in removing his lower right arm about halfway between wrist and elbow and he had examined the remaining ugly scar tissue.

No. None of this would do. But how to remove a man's balls or his leg two inches above the knee without leaving a trace? Leaving the flesh untouched as if the guy had been born without balls, or with a leg that stopped two inches above where the knee would have been?

He figured that if he could solve that one, he could become the rich man he wanted to be and he could get his jollies in the purest and most abstract way imaginable.

He studied. He read every book on matters psychic and he slowly but surely realized that perhaps he had hit upon the secret.

It was based on the aura. The aura that had even been photographed. He assumed - No! he was certain - that the aura was electromagnetic like a radio wave and perhaps complex. And it was also apparent that the aura was the forerunner of the physical object which showed that aura. If he could cancel the aura, then it followed that he automatically canceled the physical object. So he began studying wave analyzers and their construction.

Once he started on that aspect of his study, it was only a matter of months before he had constructed his first analyzer and was learning that the aura was a most complex combination wave form, complex to a fantastic degree.

He continued. Finally he felt he had succeeded, and began testing things like the forefinger of his left hand and discovered how highly complex the wave forms were, made up of a large number of frequencies.

He knew that the nerves, the blood vessels, the blood, the bone, the muscle tissue - each cell in that finger had it's own contributing wave length. So he built an analyzer that could detect any wave length from "here" to "there".

The entire time he was working on the analyzer, he had reasoned this way: he knew that sound waves of the same frequency could cancel each other. Could electromagnetic waves cancel each other? It was worth the try. If he could generate waves to match the aura, then he could cancel the thing that was producing the aura. In other words, he could eliminate the finger, reduce it to zero!

But where the finger had been - would there be a scar or would the tissue just close over as if the finger had never existed? That was a new kind of "to be or not to be"!!

His next project - and it took him well over a year - was to build a wave generator that could be programmed to match exactly the complex wave in a given aura.

He succeeded. But he didn't want to experiment on himself. After all, he wanted to remove limbs, not be the one from whom the limb was removed. After all, he got his kicks from slicing off other's limbs!

To find out if the machine worked as well as he suspected it would, he caught a live cockroach and analyzed it's aura. Then he set up a complex wave and zapped the poor bug with it.

To his delight the cockroach simply disappeared. "I knew it! I knew it!" He shouted. "I've done it! I can make people into limbless beauties. I can become the world's greatest insect exterminator. Give me some balls to remove!"

He got out his address book and phoned the man who had removed his arm.

"Pete?" Bob said into the phone. "It's Bob Smith."

"Well! Hi, Bob! My God it's been a long time. I thought you had died or something. I haven't seen or heard from you for - what? - two years? Three?"

"Oh about two I think," Bob answered. "But listen. I think I have discovered something you will be very much interested in, I can't discuss it over the phone, but why don't we get together and I'll tell you about it. O.K.?"

"Yeah, let's do that. What's it about? You know what I've been up to?" Pete asked.

"No, what?"

"I think I found a way to get rid of my right leg so nobody will suspect I did it deliberately. I'd like to talk to you about it."

"How'd you like to lose your balls?"

"Oh shit no! My balls I gotta keep! But the leg's gotta go!"

"Look, Pete, come to my place. When can you make it? Today? The news I have for you is something you won't believe!"

Pete looked at his watch and said, "It's twelve - thirty. I'll be right over. Give me that address again."

Bob obliged with his address and said he'd expect him in about half an hour.

Having completed that call, Bob went after another cockroach. Not being a good housekeeper he had no trouble in finding several. They weren't easy to catch, though, but he got one. He wished he had a mouse, but he didn't. At any rate the cockroach would serve as an example to show Pete what the machine would do.

While he was waiting he cursed the time for being so slow, but finally Pete arrived.

Bob took Pete into his "laboratory", tucked safely away in his basement workshop.

"See all this stuff? This is what I've been doing the last two years."

"Boxes. Wires. Switches. Buttons. Good God! It looks like you were trying to build a set for a Frankenstein movie! What's all this about?"

"This is what I was telling you about. See this cockroach on the box here?"

"Yeah." Pete didn't sound interested.

"Well I'm going to make him disappear permanently. Forever. Watch."

Bob then put the cockroach in his box on a table and moved a kind of x-ray looking thing over it. Then he turned on some switches and fiddled with other things and finally after about ten minutes of this, he said "Watch the cockroach."

Pete watched, and while he watched he saw the cockroach become either invisible or nonexistent.

"Holy shit, man!" Pete said softly under his breath. "What happened? You made the cockroach invisible! How'd you do that? Now bring it back!"

"I can't bring it back because it no longer exists. I canceled it."

"What the fuck d'you mean you canceled it?" Pete said, completely incredulous.

"Just what I said. I canceled it. Like I could cancel your leg."

"Like you could...." Pete's voice trailed off into nothing.

Bob waited several seconds to let it soak in.

Pete looked at Bob seriously. "You could make my leg disappear? Like that cockroach?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Prove it!" Pete said and started undressing.

"Wait a minute! Hold your horses, Pete. Keep your clothes on! I've never tackled anything the size of a leg. Maybe I'd have to do it piece meal."

"Piece meal! Jesus! And me letting you nibble at my leg and me in terrible pain the entire time? No thank you!"

"No, wait a minute! Let's isolate your big toe on your right foot and experiment on that," Bob said, wondering how he could isolate it.

"O.K., so let's try it. If it hurts, I'll yell like hell! Do I put my foot up on the table? How do we isolate the big toe?"

"I'm thinking about that. I've got some aluminum foil. No. I've got some metal plates that were part of an experiment that didn't work. Maybe they'll do."

Bob rummaged around in a cabinet over in a corner of the basement and found what he was looking for. Returning to the table and Pete who had taken off his shoe and sock - he used his right arm stump to help him do things like that - he said, "Put your foot up on the table."

The table was too high to do it comfortably, so Bob got a high stool and had Pete sit on that. This made things easier for Pete to put his naked foot on the table. Then Bob laid the metal plates around so that they covered everything but the big toe. The plates were at an angle, but they stayed put as long as Pete didn't move.

Bob then started to work. First he analyzed the big toe's aura and then he started recreating the aura in his wave generator.

Pete was getting impatient. "Hurry up, I can't sit this way all day!"

"Shut up! You want to get rid of a leg, maybe you'll have to be impatient for five or ten minutes. I'm about ready."

Bob continued to work while Pete sat there staring at his big toe, wondering what his foot would look like without it and would there be a scar and how painful would it be?

"I've got it," Bob announced. "Now tell me everything you're feeling. I'm going to turn it on."

Both Bob and Pete held their breath while the generator did it's job and before their startled eyes they saw Pete's big toe become invisible!

"Yipes!!" Bob yelled at the top of his lungs. "It works!!"

Pete looked with fascination as Bob removed the metal plates and exposed a naked right foot with no big toe and no scar, no trace of anything having been done to remove the toe.

Bob had an erection in his pants that was panting to get out, so he unzipped and hauled it out and began jacking off. The sight of the missing toe and the sight of Bob beating his pud gave Pete an erection so he hauled it out and began beating off.

Staring at each other, they both came about the same time, soaking whatever was in the line of fire with hot steamy jism.

Breathless, Pete said, "Do the rest of my foot!"

Bob said, "Happy to. Hey wait a minute. How you gonna walk?"

"Oh, shit! I've got crutches at home that I play with to pretend that I've lost my leg. I have a special leather cuff - thing for my right stump. Say!! Look at that ugly scar. What would happen if you zapped just the end of it to clean it up?"

"How the hell would I know!" Bob answered, his cock still in his hand, but fading in size. "Want to try it?"

"Hell, yes!" Pete said, and started taking off his shirt. It wasn't comfortable semi - laying over on the table while sitting on the stool, but he got arranged and Bob fixed the metal plates around the stump so that only the scarred end showed. While he was setting them in place, he got an idea. "Hey! You know the lead aprons they use in x-ray labs to keep from castrating you? That's what I need! But meanwhile, let's do this."

Bob then went through the routine of analyzing the aura as registered in the analyzer and then set up the identical complex wave forms and in about ten minutes, he zapped the arm. And both watched as the end of it disappeared, taking the scars with it.

When Bob had removed the plates, they both examined the stump. It was beautiful, smooth, and entirely without scars. "Do you feel anything? When it's turned on, I mean?" His cock was still hanging outside his pants and had become hard again.

Pete looked at his own cock and it was hard. Then he looked at Bob's and said, "That's a beauty you got there, Bob. If I'd known it was so thick and good looking, I'd have been here every day." And with that, he leaned over and taking it with his one hand, knelt down and took it in his mouth and began giving the best head Bob had had in many a day! Bob just stood there, his head thrown back, his mouth open, while he enjoyed the great sensation of being sucked off to the finish.

After that was taken care of, Pete said, wiping his mouth, "When do we do my leg? Now is fine with me."

"Don't be like that, Pete. How you going to get home? You can't drive with one arm and one leg. And you'll need a wheelchair wen you're not using your crutches. You've got to plan this thing through. And anyway, I want to make it last!"

"It takes all kinds! I get off on losing body parts, you get off on removing body parts. Man you really got it made. You could set yourself up as the finest, bloodless, scarless surgeon in the world, because you'd be the only one!"

"Here's what we'll do. You know other guys who want to be amputated, right?" Bob was looking greedy.

"Right! I know a whole lot of them. And now is the time to find out if they really mean it! The ones I know, though, don't live in town, they live all over the USA and some I've corresponded with live in Europe or in Australia. What we need to do is document this. Take photos of before and after. Nude photos, of course. Close ups of the stumps without scars. Give me a percentage of the take as a finder's fee and let's do business!" Pete knew where he was going! He also knew that their hard cocks in a photo would get lots of customers interested.

"O.k., I'll give you fifteen percent and we'll charge only a small amount to make it accessible to everybody. Meanwhile we'll experiment on your right leg to find out how much can be done at one zap. You get a wheelchair or whatever you need, I've got a good camera, and we'll start the surgery and photography whenever we can get ready."

"Fifteen percent? No deal. Make it thirty!" Pete held out his left hand and, after a second's hesitation, Bob shook on it. "I'll be back this afternoon with a wheelchair and we'll finish the amputation today, o.k.?"

"Yeah, but how about driving? Can you drive with one leg and one arm?"

"It may not be legal, I don't know. But I can do it. Handling the chair is something I'll have to learn after I've got rid of my right leg."

"Where do you want it off?" Bob was practical.

"I want a stump about five to six inches long. Oh!" Pete just thought of something. "Did you know that a stump can be a sexy thing to play with? I mean my arm stump used to be very sensitive sexually. I wonder if it still is."

"There's only one way to find out," Bob said, and went to work on Pete's right stump and the new smooth end. Pete felt it and pulled out his cock to show Bob that the stump was sensitive and that he was going to come as a result of the lovemaking Bob was doing. And within a minute he had shot another load.

"Holy shit!" Pete said. "It's more sensitive that it was. My God it's the greatest thing I've ever felt. Will my leg be that sensitive? I sure hope so. I can hardly wait to get rid of it!"

Pete was trying to put on his sock with his still - hard cock sticking out of his fly. He finally succeeded and, with a big embrace, he left Bob to clean up the mess and headed for the sick room supply house to rent a wheelchair.

Bob cleaned up, feeling like he was walking on air with the success of his aura canceler. He then got out his camera, made sure there was film, set up some lights, and got the basement lab straightened up for the pictures.

In about an hour and a half, Pete was back with the wheelchair, crutches, and a leer on his face. In the basement they both undressed. Pete sat on the stool and put his entire left leg on the table.

"How you gonna do this?" Pete asked. "Little by little from the toes up?"

"Well," Bob answered, "I was wondering what would happen if I zapped it where you want the stump to end. Like your arm. But I don't know what would happen. We might end up with your leg disconnected and just laying there on the table, and in that case, we'd have to dispose of it. And if it was ever found..." Bob looked knowingly at Pete.

"Yeah. I see what you mean. Maybe we better do it a little at a time. It may take a long time, but you can experiment on how much the machine can handle."

Bob agreed to that and moved the "firing" nozzle down to the foot. "I'll try the whole foot."

"What about pictures?" Pete remembered to ask.

"Whoops!" Bob exclaimed. He got the camera and said to take pictures of him setting up the plates.

Pete took the camera and aimed it at Bob who, while standing there putting the plates at the top of the ankle, was developing a great hunk of hard cock. He snapped two, one right after the other.

Pete chuckled and Bob said, "What's up?"

Pete answered, "You are! Your cock sticks straight out and then curves up like a snooty nose in the air! God what a picture!" And he snapped another one.

Then Bob started to adjust the analyzer, and Pete snapped two more. The analyzer gave Bob some problems, but finally he got it working properly and then he went to work on the generator. This took about twenty minutes, and Pete took a couple more pictures while waiting for the zap.

"It's ready, Pete. Are you o.k.?" Bob announced finally.

"Shoot, for God's sake!" Pete said.

But Bob said, "Give me the camera, I want to record this." He then threw the switch and they both watched with awe - Bob taking photos - as the foot disappeared. Bob got a couple of crotch shots of Pete, his hard cock standing up at attention as the foot disappeared

Pete said this time he felt something warm, and then they both examined the stump. It was smooth and covered with un-scarred skin! Bob started playing with his cock.

"Leave it alone, for God's sake! We've got a long way to go! Let's save it for the final zap!" Pete implored.

They again examined the stump just above the ankle.

"My God man!" Pete said. "You really got something here! Let's go on and do the rest of my leg."

So Pete rearranged himself on the table, and Bob fixed the plates for about six more inches of leg and then went to work while Pete took another shot of Bob and his curved hard dong.

At the analyzer, Bob said, "Amazing! The first setup with the foot applies now to the part of the leg I'm working on!" In five minutes he said, "Pete, are you ready?"

"Fire away, Gridley!" Pete said. And Bob threw the switch. The six inches of leg vanished. And again the stump was flawless as if he'd been born that way. Bob took pictures of the stump with Pete's stiff rod in the background.

They then proceeded with alacrity and watched with fascination as the knee simply disappeared into nothing, taking pictures all the way. Bob worked his way up to where Pete said he wanted the end of the stump, each alternately taking photos of the procedure, including the hard cocks, and in a few more minutes, Pete was a one - legged man and both Pete and Bob cheered and started jacking off as hard as they could. In fact Bob went up close to Pete, still sitting on the stool, and each took hold of the other's hard, pulsating cock and jacked until they both shot their loads into each other's bellies.

Then Bob started making love to Pete's brand new leg stump and Pete yelled with pleasure and said it was even more sensitive than the arm stump.

"Oh Shit! Bob! You gotta become an amp! The sensitivity of the stump is beyond anything I've ever known!" Pete said when he could get enough breath to talk. "Teach me how to do it and I'll take off both your legs, both your arms, and I'll make love to all four stumps at once! Oh, Jesus!" And again Pete spurted his love nectar all over Bob, who hadn't even touched Pete's geysering hard cock.

"You gotta do it, Bob! Get those legs under the damn thing and let me turn it on and then turn you on!"

"Not on your sweet life, I won't. I get turned on taking your leg off. And I intend to keep it that way! Just give me your other leg and your other arm, and I'll be happy for the rest of the day!" Bob sounded delirious.

"We gotta contact more guys! This is the most. Hand me the crutches."

Bob got the crutches and gave them to Pete, who inserted his new arm stump in the leather cuff and put the crutches under his arms and walked around the basement lab. "How do I look, Bob?" He called out as he paraded around, his swollen cock flapping.

"Shit, guy, you look super, great, my God, what a way to go! No pain, no convalescence, nothing but a perfect nub. You gonna get a prosthesis?" Bob asked.

"Hell no! I'm gonna go out stark naked like this and turn on every guy in the street. I'll get arrested doing it, but what a blast!"

"Want me to take the other leg?" Bob asked, hopefully.

"No way! Stay away from me! I'm where I want to be. Maybe I'll change my mind one of these days, and in that case, I'll be back. But right now, I need to contact a bunch of guys. So I'm gonna get dressed and go home and start phoning people. What're you gonna charge?"

"Shit, I don't know!" Bob answered. "Two hundred bucks? You get thirty percent and that's sixty dollars. That's not very much. Let's say five hundred and your thirty percent will net you a hundred and fifty. After all, you earned it, volunteering to be the first. Do you think they'll pay five hundred?"

Pete snorted. "Hell! They'd pay five thousand! Well, maybe not five thousand, but a thousand anyway."

"Let's split the difference and make it seven fifty. They got travel expenses to get here and hotel after they're here. You got a list of the possible ones?" Bob was thinking fast.

"I got my address book with names and addresses of about five guys I've been in touch with about this." Pete said, "I'll phone them. And I bet you each of the five knows five others. We'll certainly make some dough with this. Maybe we should go into the prosthetics business!"

"Go home and call them up. I'll clean up here and tell them they have to be nude to have it done. And then you and I will do it. I want you here when we do them."

Pete agreed with Bob that he should be present at all the "amputations" and left to go home. He walked a bit awkwardly with the crutches because this time he really was an amputee and not just pretending.

Towards evening, Bob called Pete.

"Hi, Pete, how're you doing?"

"I've reached two of them this afternoon, and they're both having orgasms just anticipating the removal, but they really don't believe me. They say they want proof before they spend money flying here and money for a motel. I told each one of them they could stay with me overnight. They didn't really believe me that it was as simple as that. We need to get the pictures developed and have prints made so we can mail them the photos as proof. Where can we have the pictures developed? They're not the usual snapshot, as you know."

Bob didn't answer immediately. Then: "A friend of mine here in town develops pictures and once he showed me some really raunchy ones that had come in and he had done the work. The crotch of a guy with a twelve - inch cock and two other guys sucking on it. I asked if the cock belonged to him, but he didn't answer. So I figured it might have been his. In which case he's a museum piece. I'll try him."

"Good! The sooner the better. No one is gonna believe this," Pete said, "without documentation!"

They agreed and hung up.

The next day, Pete and Bob got together and again Bob admired his handiwork in the shape of Pete's new leg stump. And Pete said he was the happiest person alive. And maybe he'd have something more removed. Maybe one ball. And that reminded them of all the people who wanted to be castrated.

That day Bob and Pete mailed out a dozen pictures and a typed letter to the guys who wanted to be de - nutted and the guys who wanted to be de - legged / armed. There were four for castration, and eight for amputation, one of them a guy who wanted in the worse way to become a double leg amp.

About a week later, Pete called Bob to tell him he'd received ten letters in the mail that morning, and all of them were from amp wannabees. It seems that two of the eight had contacted friends who wanted to be amps, and they wrote asking for times and the details.

Bob and Pete sat down and phoned the guys, reaching six of the ten and setting up times three weeks away. Later in the evening, Bob reached the other four and set up times to be in town and lose a leg.

The first one they set an appointment with was the guy who wanted to lose both legs. He arrived in a lift van with wheelchair ready.

Once in the basement, they first figured a way to get him out of there after the "operation" which would remove both his legs painlessly and bloodlessly. They rigged a hoist up the stairway so he could pull himself up.

Both Bob and Pete undressed and the guy, whose name was Everett, did likewise.

Bob had arranged a different kind of table, this one like a massage table where the patient could lie down comfortably while Bob did his aural magic.

Before Everett lay down, he examined Pete's two stumps with great care, marveling over the smoothness and the lack of scars. In doing this, he touched both stumps and Pete rose to the occasion, his big rod standing up almost flat against his belly. This caused Everett to rise and Pete and Bob admired the hard wang that was standing up at an angle. But was, from that stand - up, curving down. A most unusual bone.

Everett then lay on the table and Bob explained that it might take an hour or so to do it a little at a time. Bob also asked how big the stumps were to be.

Everett said he'd pondered that for years, and that he wanted both stumps to be only about three inches, but visibly stumps, not just thick chunky flesh.

Bob said he understood and went to work. Pete took pictures of the entire proceeding, Bob working his way upward on the right leg first, just as he had done with Pete. And he found the same thing about the aura: once he had found it's complex contents, it stayed the same and the operation moved speedily, the lead apron making things much easier.

In about twenty minutes he had given Everett a right leg stump about three and a half inches in length and quite slender and handsome.

Everett sat up and looked with awe at the accomplishment saying he had felt nothing. His cock was up full hard and had been from the beginning, and he had enjoyed watching Bob's hard wang wiggle as Bob moved the lead apron and adjusted the firing nozzle. And at one point during the right leg, Everett had taken hold of Pete's hard rod.

"O.k., Everett, let's do the left leg and you'll be a DAK with the most beautiful stumps ever seen! Ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready, I'm ready! Oh to have this dream come true, and so easily! This is the greatest thing in the world!"

Bob had begun and the aura for the left leg was identical with the right, so he moved with speed, not even using the lead apron until he came to Everett's balls and hard cock, and then he covered them. In about ten minutes, the left leg was only a three - inch stump, equally as small as the right leg stump and equally as handsome.

Everett sat up and looked at his stumps, and he got so emotional he cried a few tears, not about losing his legs, but about how beautiful he had become in the crotch area with the stumps and his balls and his cock. And Pete and Bob started making love to the stumps while they jacked each other, and Everett, like Pete before him, shot his load in almost no time at all, joined by Pete and Bob. There was something about the extra sensitivity gained from the aural type of amputation that made it highly desirable!

After they had come again, Pete and Bob helped Everett get dressed, and to the stairway so he could pull himself up, which he did with speed and grace.

His chair waited for him, but he took several practice turns using his hands and arms as crutches. He looked wonderful that way and both Bob and Pete go hard - ons again. Then Everett paid Bob and pulled himself into his wheelchair and headed for the van. The last Pete and Bob - both naked and in the house - saw of Everett, he was sitting at the driver's seat in his wheelchair and running his van with the hand controls.

"I wonder what he'll tell his doctor, when he gets home?" Bob said, "Suddenly becoming a bilateral amputee isn't an easy thing to explain. What will you tell your doctor, Pete?"

"I suspect I'll tell him the truth."

Bob looked stunned. "You can't tell him that! I'll be arrested for practicing medicine without a license. For doing surgery that is unnecessary!"

"Shit!" Pete said. "Most all of the surgery done today is unnecessary! Anyway, how's anybody gonna prove it was done by surgery?"

Bob looked at Pete, "Yeah, but..."

"I'll tell my doctor - well! I won't tell him anything! I'll find another doctor. And if he asks about a scarless stump, I'll say I had a plastic surgeon repair what had been a bad job, like the arm stump."

Bob smiled. "You're happy, aren't you? And look at Everett. One hour later he has no legs and he's happier than he's ever been all his life. Who's next and when?"

They went over the list of days and times and saw they had nine to go and that coming up was an above the elbow left arm, three left leg above the knee, two below the knee, one below the elbow left arm, and three castrations, one of them being one of the left leg above the knees.

"That's interesting! I had forgotten that one of the castrations was also an amp job. Who's next and when?" Bob asked, and you could almost see him rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"Day after tomorrow, we do a guy named Steve, one of the guys who wants his balls removed. This should be interesting to watch!" Pete said after consulting the list.

"All we have to do is wait for the day after tomorrow," Bob said.

And the day arrived and Steve arrived with it, coming down to the basement lab with happy anticipation.

"Hi, I'm Bob, I run the machinery, and this is my partner Pete. We work in the nude, so we'll start now and you are to take your clothes off, too."

They all greeted each other and shook hands and then proceeded to strip. Steve was a large man, very heavy, big chest, big gut - he would have been a typical bear except he had very little hair. He did have beautiful tits though, round and plump like a young virgin's.

When Bob and Pete looked at Steve's balls they got a surprise. Steve's balls were in a sac that hung down at least eight or nine inches. And they were huge. Enormous. But they were overshadowed by the bulk of stomach that hid his crotch.

"I see you've found out why I want to be castrated. I hate my balls hanging there and I want them out of the way. I'm taking male hormones now and have been for some time. As you can see, my cock is negligible. If it gets hard, it will rise to it's full three and a half inches! I thought about having you take that off, too, but after all, I can pee with it, even if it's impossible to fuck with it. And I can jack it off. I'll be able to jack off, as usual, although there won't be any semen. So let's do it. Where do you want me?"

Bob asked him to get up on the table, which he did and the table actually held his weight! Then Bob put the lead apron across his legs, laying the enormous sack of huge balls on top of the apron. Then Pete held the small cock up out of the way with a metal plate while Bob focused the nozzle. Then Bob started the analyzer. The analysis took about ten minutes, with Bob explaining what he was doing, and then Bob got the wave generator set up and with a word of warning that it was about to happen, he turned on the generator and both he and Pete watched the massive balls and long sac disappear. They were gone in a matter of thirty seconds. Pete still held Steve's cock, aware that Steve had become hard. So without asking permission from Steve, he began jacking him off. Steve lay there and groaned with pleasure and then shot his wad at the same time that Bob and Pete shot theirs. Another success!

Standing up, Steve looked in the mirror Pete had fetched from upstairs so he could see his clean crotch with nothing dangling there, nothing but a tiny cock. He was amazed. Then he walked around and said, "I don't have anything knocking against my legs! I'm free at last from all that nuisance!"

And another happy patient left.

The next two were the two arm amps and they were overjoyed with the great results, as were the two below the knees and the three above the knees, including the one who was castrated.

He had balls that were the size of large peas, and he was delighted to be rid of them. He had hoped for a sex change but the doctor told him he wasn't built for it, so he decided to lose a leg and his balls and tell people he had been in a bad accident that took his big, big balls. He winked when he said that, meaning that he could now tell people what big balls he USED to have.

The last of the ten to be scheduled was a castration job. When he arrived he was the opposite of Steve, tall and gaunt and his name was Slim, which he was. He was primarily bone and his balls, of ordinary size, he kept in a type of suspensor, because when he let them loose, they hung to his knees, a distance of over fifteen inches.

"Ah'm sick of them things, cut 'em off." Slim said, as he released them from the carrier he wore. His cock was also of gigantic proportions, hanging down about ten inches.

Bob looked at that cock and at the balls and had a great idea.

"Slim, I think I can fix it so you can keep your balls. Without them, you know, your big cock is no good. And you don't want to lose that, do you?"

"Shit no!"

"Well, let me fix your balls and if you don't like it, I'll take them off. O.k.?"

"Shure, do whatever ya wanna do," Slim answered.

Slim lay down and Bob went to work with Pete watching breathlessly, not knowing what Bob had in mind. Taking the end of the sac, he lifted it up, causing the balls to move up toward Slim's crotch. When he got them up fairly snug against the bottom of Slim's belly, he told Pete to hold them there. Pete took hold of them and held them snug. Then Bob arranged the lead apron and put the sac on it and went to work with the analyzer and the generator and in a matter of minutes zapped Slim's superfluous sac and they watched as it seamlessly closed itself up below the balls.

"Slim," Bob said, "get up and take a look at yourself."

Slim rose and went to the mirror Bob had installed for his patients. He stared at his crotch with it's enormous long snakey cock and a small bag of balls behind it.

"Holy shit!!!" He exclaimed. "Yore some sort a genus or sompin!"

When he turned to look at Bob and Pete, he found them at their usual post - operative activity: jacking each other off. The sight of the two of them made Slim's cock get fat and stiff, but it didn't rise. He went over to the two and stood there playing with his long john.

Pete saw what was going on and dropped Bob's cock and took up Slim's. Bob joined him and between them, they made him come twice before he paid them and left, a happy man with a kind of "new" set of balls.

And that was only the beginning. To date Bob has amputated forty guys in a variety of arm and leg amputations, one of them being both arms and a leg and another being both legs and an arm. They have also done nine castrations, but nothing like Slim has ever shown up again. Of course there's always tomorrow. And Bob and Pete are looking forward to their painless amputations and their sex sessions. It is assumed that Bob will die with the secret of the aura analyzer and the wave generator undisclosed until someone else comes up with the brains to recreate it. Meanwhile there is a waiting list of wannabees and two hard cocks at the ready.

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