Dick Fitswell's Useless Appendage
by Jack Corbett

"My penis," he screamed aloud, so loud that they could hear it outside the room,  that booming Fitswell voice, a cry of anguish that reverberated throughout the entire third floor of the hospital.  "It hurts. God it hurts.  I must check it.  See if it’s all still there."  Dick Fitswell reached into his hospital gown with his left hand and grasped his appendage.  It was not even semi erect.  Just a flaccid  misshapen object he had never felt before.

"It’s not mine, he yelled out.  "It can’t be.  They must have sewed this thing on.  Scared shitless over what he might find there or not find, Dick Fitswell pulled his hospital gown off which left him naked under the surprised eyes of the nurse who stood riveted in place after  tending to the patient next to him.

"My pubic hair’s missing," he screamed as it suddenly dawned on him that only singed stubs remained from his once glorious bush.  For the first time in his life Dick Fitswell felt the onslaught of uncontrollable panic. "I have to know," he thought to himself, as he started to jerk himself off, if this thing’s ever going to work again."  But the erection never came.  He only felt a limp gelatinous mass squirming between his fingers.

Susie Chai heard Dick Fitswell’s screams from the waiting room  and ran into the room just in time to watch her man nervously jerking his schlong.   Silence, she watched unobserved as Dick Fitswell tried to get it up.  For a full fifteen minutes she quietly watched him beat off but his once proud member remained as flaccid as a limp balloon.

When Susie Chai rushed into Dick Fitswell’s office at the Spermutations Club she realized she had to do something and do it quick.  She immediately smelled burning flesh and hair, then saw that his penis had shriveled down to a blackened tinker toy still attached to the electronic pump up.  The last Thai girl, the girl who had failed to properly bow down to Fitswell’s statue, was still in the office bouncing around the room, her face beaming.

"Crispy critters," the girl kept shouting out.  "Fitswell critters.  He’s finished now.  Leave that thin little stick to the termites."

Dick Fitswell’s Anthony and Cleopatra cigar  still glowed in a heavy cast ashtray that had been shaped as two testicles with a large dick between them.  Grabbing it with one hand, Susie Chai struck the girl across the bridge of her nose.  Blood spurted from the girl’s face seconds after Susie heard the satisfying crack of bones breaking from the blow.  Susie watched the whore collapse to the floor.

A whore herself, Susie Chai knew practically all there was to know about the nuts and bolts of a man’s sexual apparatus.  Although as a city of over eight million, Bangcock had several good hospitals, Suzie knew the best hospital for genitalia malfunctions and disease was the Chunk Dong Hospital in Beijing, China.  She had Dick Fitswell’s inert body heliported from Bangcock’s International airport to Beijing where he was immediately airlifted to the Chunk Dong Hospital. 

Nothing was spared in the expense of resurrecting Dick Fitswell’s penis. The funding for the Spermutations Gentlemen’s Club had all come from Suzie who had made her money through honest toil and sweat while lying flat on her back in the whorehouse.  Although Dick Fitswell had done well as a cabby bringing customers to the whorehouse along with tips and kickback not to mention money earned from selling drugs to foreign tourists, he had squandered it all in a neighboring whorehouse, the Slippery Dick Saloon.  He had been the establishment’s leading customer which had soon changed its name from the Eruption Zone to the Slippery Dick Saloon in his honor.  But Suzie Chai didn’t seem to mind although as one of the most beautiful women in Bangcock she had a wide selection from some of the richest men in the world.

For Suzie Chai Dick Fitswell was a dream come true.  The fact that he cheated on her several times a day was a turn on.  Suzie Chai had no use for men whose behavior she could easily predict.  She avoided serious relationships with the wealthy because she was afraid of losing her independence.  Nice guys she despised as chumps  she could easily take advantage of.  And even though Dick Fitswell was the biggest Dick in town by the time he got to her place he had already fucked so many girls that he usually arrived dull and listless.  Worse, by this time his penis had been worn to a frazzle.  What started out as the best fuck in her life had become an endless series of unfulfilled sexual encounters.

But a bright light shined before her.  He’ll shape up, she constantly told herself while a constant memory of that first time she had experienced his full fifteen inches loomed in her memory.  She often thought of his sticking it in hundreds of other women and saw him as a wanted man—a man women would compete for and some of them would even die for even though she couldn’t think of a single reason why they’d want to.  She just knew they would.

Watching Dick Fitswell’s futile attempts at bringing himself to an erection made Suzie Chai feel as if she had finally united with him, in body and in spirit.  She was carrying his child but had not gotten enough nerve to tell him and was waiting for the right moment to bring it up.  "Dick needs me," she told herself. "Now more than ever.  I will make him well.  And if he ever regains the use of his penis I don’t care how many women he fucks or loves as long as he fucks me once in awhile."

Dick Fitswell couldn’t get an erection and passed out.  Suzie Chai motioned to one of the nurses.

"Get me Mr. Fitswell’s doctor.  This is very important," she explained to the nurse.

The nurse disappeared for a few minutes, then returned to Dick Fitswell’s hospital bed with a doctor. Dick Fitswell slept on dreaming of a guillotine  decapitating his penis.  Fifteen inches of erect Fitswell cock lay stretched out in the cutting groove.  On the side where the basket that was normally used for collecting heads a ravishing blonde with succulent breasts kneeled clasping his penis as she stretched it through the groove.  The blonde was laughing, taunting him, as she played with a rope, which would trigger the heavy blade's descent upon his shaft.  Ashen faced  Dick Fitswell sweated profusely as he watched the blonde play with his penis.  Rubbing his head between her palms at first, then stroking his shaft, the blonde alternated back and forth as Dick’s hard on became an erect steel spear.

Suddenly she started speaking to him. "See this rope Mr. Fitswell.  This isn’t an ordinary rope. I  put it around your shaft like so.  The rope had thin monofilament fishing line attached to the free end.  The blonde tied the monofilament line around Dick Fitswell’s shaft just behind the head then pulled it tight.   A few inches above her head was a pulley.  Reaching up the blonde adjusted the pulley so that there was no slack remaining in the monofilament line or rope.

The blonde could have been American or German, yet her voice was Oriental. Her breasts were adorned with long tapered nipples, erect and firm as she anticipated what was to come.   She stood up and turned around to show him her back and buttocks.  Dick Fitswell took in her thin waistline and fine ass which flared outwards into lines of perfection such as he had never seen before.

"As you can see, Mr. Fitswell, I am the perfect woman of your dreams.  Think of me as----"The perfect Fit. But you can’t have me.  I have your manhood in a death vice.  As you can see, the line is tight, almost as tight as my pussy.  You are so fond of your big penis, aren’t you, Mr. Fitswell?  Right now you are at your full fifteen inches but when you loose your erection it will pull on the line.  And when it has pulled just several inches it will trip the blade...and...Too bad Mr. Fitswell.  This will be the last erection you will ever have."

Outside the dream the doctor and Susie Chai discussed Dick Fitswell’s predicament. "Spare no expense Doctor. He must go on to fuck again.  No one else is like him."  Suzie handed the doctor fifty one hundred dollar bills, then continued, "Do whatever it takes.  There is more if you make it work again for me."

The blonde once more crouched next to the Fitswell in the dream, this time on the other side of the guillotine.  Up close......she pushed her breasts into his face.  Suddenly she pulled away, then pried open  his mouth with her hands as she inserted a nipple.  "Suck deeply, Mr. Fitswell.  Think of me as a mother like figure.  Not a real mother.  More like an anti mother.  I am not here to give you life but to take it away.  When your penis is dismembered and as you hear it flop into the basket you will start to bleed to death.  There is no one here to save you Dick Fitswell."

The guillotine was not like those they used in France during the French revolution.  Back then its victims had to lie down on their stomachs. The blonde had Dick Fitswell sitting down with his legs outstretched in front of him with his hands tied behind his back.  She continued to tease him with her breasts.  Then she mounted him.  Dick Fitswell had no choice but to look up her privates.  But he didn’t want a choice.  He didn’t have a choice.  His tongue suddenly went out of control as it probed upwards licking her labia. The blonde bored down on him to give him greater penetration.  Dick Fitswell closed his eyes as he tried to imagine what it would be like fucking her.

The blonde arched her back as she came in Dick Fitswell’s mouth.  When she finished she said: "Now, Mr. Fitswell, it is time for you to come."

Going over to the other side of the guillotine, the blonde lay on her stomach as she took Dick Fitswell’s penis into her mouth.  At first she drew it slowly between her teeth, then quickened the pace.  Dick Fitswell was about to come for the last time.  Sensing it the blonde took his shaft out of her mouth and got up. Getting up once again she came over to Dick Fitswell’s side of the guillotine and took one of his balls into her mouth.  She gently let her tongue caress it as she soaked it in her saliva, then moved onto the other testicle.

When she sensed his excitement was at its zenith got up one last time and went over to the other side where she once more started to suck on his shaft.  Moving quickly, she continued to draw it back and forth in her mouth until she sensed he was about to come.  Then  for the last time  she relinquished his shaft from her mouth, this time getting up to the other side much faster than she had before.

"Goodbye Mr. Fitswell.  Enjoy your death," she taunted as she took his right ball into her mouth.  Only a few seconds had elapsed from the time she had been sucking his shaft.  Dick Fitswell had been only seconds away from coming. The blonde’s soft moist mouth continued to titillate him.  Dick Fitswell felt the warmth flow up his penis as he started to come.  Feeling the sperm gush out of him the blonde crunched down onto the testicle with a vice like grip.  At the very height of his climax Dick Fitswell felt her teeth drive through his flesh.  He kept coming as his body  quivered uncontrollably.  White sticky ejaculate continued to cascade out of his penis.

Dick Fitswell had kept his erection up for an hour–two hours at a time.  He had fucked girls, left his dick inside of them, kept it hard and fucked them again without losing his hard on.  But not this time.  His orgasm was complete.  He had spent his last drop.  As the excitement faded so did his hard on.  Violent pain from sharp teeth penetrating his sack permeated his consciousness as he started to lose his hard on. By the time his shaft had shrunk to ten inches the line was pulled just tightly enough to trip the hair trigger spring the blonde had set up next to the pulley. He heard the blade come down.  Three-hundredths of a second later the blade descended onto his shaft and severed it.

Dick Fitswell screamed out in agony as he watched his blood spurt his life away.  As the blonde continued to clamp down onto his testicle with her teeth Dick Fitswell’s blood streamed  over her face.  The blonde started to come as she crushed the bleeding testicle between her teeth.

Outside the dream the sleeping Fitswell started to scream.  Alarmed, Susie Chai and the doctor studied Dick Fitswell’s inert body. His flaccid shaft was shrunken. A large glob of come lay next to the small penis.

"I want everything done for him that is possible, Susie Chai told the doctor, shaken by what she had just seen. Fitswell had screamed in his sleep and come all over his bed, yet his penis had showed no signs of an erection. "And I want you to put him under psychiatric evaluation," she shouted to the doctor. "And as soon as possible."