My Emasculation - pinned skinned and removed

“First things first,” Sarah said, her voice cool but edged with amusement. “When we start working further on his balls, that little thing of his is bound to get in the way. We’ll need to keep it clear - purely for protection, of course.”

A wicked smile played at her lips. “And who knows,” she continued, tilting her head as if pondering an art project, “maybe we can even make it a bit longer. He’ll be delighted as every man loves to think he’s more impressive than he is.

And we’ll be delighted too… after all, it’s always pleasing to see a well-presented package.”

“I know” said Sofi, “he needs a longer penis but even if it doubled in length it would still be ridiculously inferior.”

Sarah responded “what a great idea, are you happy to lead again, being the art expert.”

“Yes I would be very happy and thanks for the compliment”, agreed Sofi.

“I shall make a sling from some fine wool, tie it around his cock shaft just in the ridge of the head of his boys willy.”

She took some red wool to compliment the red and pink pins, tied as suggested around my glans, and then stretched it and fixed the other end of the twine to a drawing pin located within the board. It stretched my penis a bit.

She then pulled it more tightly, stretching my cock further, the twine was digging into the soft skin around the corona, hurting more.

I continued to watch in the ceiling television - a moment later the twine slipped off my penis, which then returned to its previous limp position. They both laughed and said “we need something stronger as his glans are also quite small, what can we use?”

Sofi suggested “some super glue… or I have a great idea, sew it to the glans, it will be very secure”. Sarah agreed and took out some thread and a needle. It was a curved needle used for medical stitches.

It struck me then - no anaesthetic, no mercy. Fear coiled tight in my gut. The anticipation alone was torture, but when the needle bit, it was worse than I had imagined. She drove the fine point deep into the most sensitive territory a man possesses, the place where nerves crowd together like live wires, each one screaming in its own pitch.

Sofi watched closely, her expression a mix of fascination and mischief. “I’m happy to assist,” she offered smoothly. “Shall I hold his little member while you sew?”

Sarah thanked her and said yes. I felt sick about what was happening. Sarah dug the curved needle into the top of my glans, close to the corona or ridge, the needle passed through the soft skin easily and then edited in the groove between the glans and the shaft. Pain was immense, like a bolt of lightning running from my loins. I watched in the television above me, a small amount of blood came from the two small holes in my penis head. Sofi took the wool within the stitch, which was then tightened and tied off.

She moved around to another section of the glans ridge and again pierced the skin and wrapped the stitch around the wool cord. She continued about the left side of my penis, then the right side. The wool cord was now firmly affixed to the inner edge of my penis head ridge. The nurse wiped away the blood.

She then took both ends of the wool and pulled them tight, extending my penis. The holes at the glans base opened up and emitted a small amount of blood - the pain also increased. She tied the ends to the drawing pin located in the board, close to the top edge. It hurt badly, but no one cared.

Sofi stepped back, surveying her adjustment with clinical satisfaction. “That should clear the area nicely for the next phase of the scrotum reduction,” she said, her tone almost professional.

Then, with a sly glint in her eye, she added, “Wouldn’t want to risk any damage to his proud little trouser worm.