Title
stringlengths 0
92
| Tags
stringlengths 0
181
| Summary
stringlengths 0
925
| Text
stringlengths 45
23k
| complexity_analysis
dict | total_complexity_score
int64 0
6
| is_complex
bool 1
class |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 53 | GAY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Matthew learns the secret of mind control. | Chapter 53
‘I told him I let you.’
Matthew had pulled off the road, pulled off the road out to the highway,
pulled off onto an old logging track and followed it until it opened out into
a wide glade. He had turned the car on the grass, and stopped, and he had
wound the windows down. They were surrounded by forest. And the only sound
they could hear was the sound of birds.
They hadn’t spoken, hadn’t said a single word since Lukas had come back from
Rodney’s house. He had been gone for more than an hour. And when he returned,
Matthew had picked up his stuff and led the way to the car, already dressed in
his shorts and T-shirt.
He had supposed Lukas would follow.
Matthew had pulled the car off the road, after fifteen minutes or so of
driving, had parked in the grassy glade, and stopped, hit the button for the
windows.
‘So what did you say to Rodney?’ he said, knowing that his voice sounded
angry, harsh.
‘I told him I let you.’
‘Cut your nuts off?’
‘Touch me.’
Matthew thought for a moment. ‘Did you tell him about your nuts?’
‘No.’
‘Do you think he knows?’
‘How could he?’
‘I thought he might have seen something.’
Lukas shook his head.
‘What did he say?’
‘He said I didn’t understand.’
Matthew nodded, biting his lips, and then he raised his fingers to his bottom
lip, and took them away, to see if it was still bleeding.
‘He said you were trying to fuck him.’
Matthew nodded again, and frowned. ‘How could I have been?’ he said. ‘I was
touching you.’
Lukas nodded.
‘I didn’t do anything.’
‘Well you must have done something. He said you pulled his shorts down and
stuck your cock in his arse.’
‘How could I have?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘I didn’t even know he was there. I think I just brushed up against him or
something. My hand probably brushed his arse.’
Lukas said nothing.
‘Don’t you believe me?’
‘I don’t know what to think.’
Matthew exploded. ‘Well how could I have done it Lukas? I was right up against
the board touching you!’
‘He said you did.’
Matthew turned to him and screamed. ‘How the fuck could I have?’
Lukas pulled his head back and put his hand on the door. He opened the door
and got out, closing it behind him.
‘Shit!’ Matthew said.
He got out of the car.
‘Where are you going?’
Lukas shrugged but kept walking away.
Matthew rushed up behind him and grabbed his hand. He spun him around and
pushed him to the ground.
‘Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.’
Lukas looked frightened.
Matthew ran his fingers through his hair.
The cicadas in the glade started up – one, three, eight thousand – making a
deafening sound that made Matthew feel insane. He felt as though the world was
turning, as though he was on the very edge, on the very edge of a precipice
and about to fall. He held his hands on his head and screamed, screaming at
Lukas with all his might.
Lukas looked confused, worried and frightened all at the same time.
If Matthew had an axe, he would have hefted it into Lukas’ body.
He turned around, and walked back towards the car, with his hands planted in
his hair.
He stopped halfway there.
‘Shut up!’ he screamed at the forest.
The insects stopped. A single bird whistled. And then there was silence. A
gentle breeze ruffled the trees, and a cloud fell over the sun, throwing the
clearing into shade.
Matthew got back into the car and sat there, sobbing.
When a long time had passed, the passenger door opened unexpectedly, and Lukas
got into the car.
‘Are you alright?’ he said.
Matthew nodded, but he felt like hugging Lukas. And tears were dripping out of
his eyes.
‘I don’t care,’ Lukas said.
Matthew wiped his eyes and stared at his knees. His cock, insanely, was hard.
He had a fleeting impression, a brief idea, that he had become a different
person lately, that he had become someone awful, and hateful, a person he’d
never been, a person who was going insane, but it passed.
‘I mean, I’d rather if you didn’t, but I can’t stop you.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Fucking Rodney.’
‘I didn’t try to fuck him, okay?’
Lukas nodded. ‘He said he’s going to get you, you know?’
Oh, that was gold! Matthew threw his head back with his mouth open. ‘He’s
going to get me, is he?’
Lukas nodded.
‘Does he know where I live? Does he know my name? Does he know anything about
me?’
Lukas opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and shook his
head.
‘You know he planted his cock in your arse that day in the change room? I
don’t suppose that matters?’
‘I didn’t mind.’
‘Well of course you didn’t fucking mind, you stupid little faggot. You’d like
any guy’s cock up your arse, wouldn’t you?’
Lukas turned his head down and turned it towards the passenger window. He
muttered, ‘Only yours.’
Matthew nodded to himself. Fuck he was going to cut this little prick’s cock
off. Whether he fucking wanted it or not.
‘So what did you talk to him so long about then?’ he said. ‘You were gone for
more than an hour.’
‘He made me a cup of tea. In a pot and everything, and we sat out the back, on
the porch.’
‘Oh, he’s a fucking saint, isn’t he Lukas? He made you a cup of tea. He didn’t
put his hand round your shoulder, or put it around your waist. Or touch you
arse? He didn’t slip his hand into your groin, did he?’
Lukas said nothing.
‘He didn’t have a little feel?’
Lukas didn’t answer, but he swallowed.
‘He’s a right fucking nut.’
Again, Lukas said nothing.
‘I’ll cut his fucking gear off if he ever comes anywhere near me, the fucking
fruitcake.’
Lukas nodded, but he wasn’t agreeing.
‘Where’s your phone?’
‘What?’
‘Where’s your phone?’
Lukas pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to Matthew.
Matthew found Rodney’s number. He blocked it, and deleted it, and then he
handed the phone back to Lukas.
Lukas frowned at it. He looked through his contacts and put it away.
‘You didn’t tell him your address did you?’
‘No.’
‘You didn’t tell him mine?’
‘No.’
‘Well, we’re not coming up here again. You understand that?’
Lukas nodded. He started to say something, but stopped.
‘What?’
‘He said he knew who you were.’
‘What?’
‘He said he’d find you. He said you had something that ought to be his.’
‘Yeah. Your cock.’
‘What?’
‘Don’t worry. He’s a fucking fruit.’ Matthew started the engine.
When they had turned onto the highway and were nearing the Exxon, Lukas said,
‘You probably should get some ice for your eye. It looks pretty bad.’
‘Can you shut the fuck up? I don’t want to hear your fucking voice again? Do
you understand that?’
Matthew glanced at him. He looked back at the road, steadied his hand on the
wheel, turned back to Lukas, and punched him in the side of the head.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 50,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 147,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Desert Cutting, The - Part 2 | STRAIGHT, MINOR | A boy is prepared. | ` Jody had no idea how much time had passed. When he awoke he was lying on a
bed, in a room with the curtains pulled. He felt weak and groggy. As his mind
began to clear he realised he was naked. He could not move. He then realised
that both his wrists were strapped to the sides of the bed. When he tried to
move he realised that his legs were stretched apart and his ankles were also
secured. He felt sore between his legs. When he raised his head he could see a
white pad taped between his legs. He began to feel frightened now. What had
happened , what had they done to him?. Vague memories of being in a car, of
pain between his thighs, started to come back to him. He must have been here
for some time. He remembered a woman taping something between his legs a
number of times. And injecting him with something. Suddenly the door opened. A
woman entered, middle aged, plump with greying hair. She was followed by a
younger woman with long black hair and dressed in a white coat. `
"He is awake, good" said the older woman.
She smiled at him and sat in the edge of the bed facing him.
" Why am I here, what do you want, let me go. His mouth was dry, he could
barely get the words out.
She smiled at him.
" Do not be afraid child" she said quietly. " it is over now".
" Where am I , why am I here" he shouted at her. His mind was beginning to
clear now, and he felt even more frightened.
" This lady and I have been looking after you for the past week" she said ,
pointing to the other woman in the room.
" Why, why were you looking after me, what were you doing, let me go, let me
go" he screamed at her.
" We were tending your little wounds, the little wounds between your legs" she
said quietly.
Jody looked down at the pad between his legs. A terrible fear began to grow in
him now.
"What have you done to me" he screamed, tears in his eyes now.
She laid her hand gently on his tummy, stroking him softly.
" Do you remember those two women who took you into the desert in their car"
she asked.
Jody nodded.
" Well, they took you there for a purpose".
" For what, for what" he cried.
" Well, you have to be told, so it might as well be now" she said.
She slid her hand down his tummy . She undid the tape holding the small pad
between his legs and took his penis in her hand.
She looked him straight in the face.
" You have been cut Jody" she said sadly. " You were taken into the desert a
week ago and cut. Do you know what being cut means?. You have been castrated
Jody, your little testicles have been removed.
Her hand slid between his legs.
" They took your little stones out" she said.
His mouth was open but he could not speak.
" You were gelded for a purpose which I will explain later" she said sadly.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 30,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 52,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
Urination Special Collection — Castration Special Concoction | TESTICLES, PISSING ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE | Mixology builds inspiration from urology, in a weirdly-formatted and endearingly-demented way. | ` `
•
Stewart has Martha to thank. He still has his cock. Having said cock, Stewart
is in the habit of using said cock.
We all know _how_ , but have I said _where_ he uses it? You can probably
guess, but I'll lead you down the _House & Garden_ path.
Here's the recipe: Beer plus bladder plus buildings. Fosters is his favorite.
And Stewart never wastes any time getting wasted.
Ever notice how it seems the bladder can hold and release more liquid than the
body takes in? _"The best beer in the world is just pissed away." "You don't
buy beer, you just rent beer."_ Frat slogans tried and true.
Just what does the bladder release — a "waste" product, no! Piss is a product
not for the sewer, but a fine product for the connoisseur.
And Martha, she is the consummate connoisseur. Not only the world's most
authoritative gourmet of gonads, but also (but not as well known for this
accolade), __The_ Woman of Urine._
The fags just love her mags. (Her 'zines, not her wheels.)
In fact, all that get kinky in the kitchen love her mags, love her TV shows,
love when she has TV's on her TV shows. (If they can dress themselves so fine,
they sure as HTML can dress a damn-fine turkey.)
So, Stewart drinks all that Fosters. Then he prowls the grounds. That cock
with a piss-hard-on is like a damn geiger counter. Or like it has GPS, or more
like Gee-I-have-to-Piss. It points, Stewart follows.
We've all heard of rock gardens, Japanese gardens, cock gardens, Operation
Market Garden, and all those. But Martha's gardener, Monty, had a great
gardening inspiration one day. He came out of the closet, and from then on it
was clear that his signature garden must be a Water Closet Garden.
•
Stewart and Foster were only half-consumed with each other, so they could
still see. And the WC's in the garden were especially easy to spot — as they
all had a plethora of piss spots, because their seats were always down.
Of course, Stewart would have preferred a nice building, or Blarney Stone, or
other edifice of piss, but the garden would do just fine.
Is it really a surprise that Stewart never lifted the seats of the garden's
WC's? Guys wouldn't even lift the seats in the Garden of God Damn Eden, even
if Eve told them too. _Especially_ if Eve told them to.
Guys are sooo prick-dick-ta-ble.
Some women think men have such superior plumbing because they can piss
standing up and they can so easily piss on any damn building they want...
...But Martha's plumbing is even better.
Under those lilly-white WC's splattered with pale piss all over the porcelain,
is a network of collection pipes. They all lead to her wine cellar, I mean to
her _ur-wine_ cellar.
Stewart's piss is bottled. Monty's piss is bottled. All the piss of the TV's
is bottled. All the piss of the TV people is bottled.
And, after a good nor'easter with a gale-force downpour good enough to scrub
the soiled seats, Martha and her gal friends even contribute a little piss
through the special-garden special-WC's.
But the WC's are even more special than I have told you so far. First, I've
told you about how they collect "Number One." Second, some guys also attempt
to deposit "Number Two."
You've heard about corks for wine bottles. Well, Martha has corks for slime
balls who try to slide a shit into one of those piss-only WC's.
When a gal sits to pee on those rare clean occasions, all goes fine, all flows
fine. When a guy sits on the seat, his dangling testes intercept an electric
eye, and I mean you should see the mean things that happen next.
Knowing that a guy sits on a shitter for only one reason, the sensors trigger
a docking system that was originally made for Apollo-Soyuz. But in this case,
the sensors dock a cork, like quick-quick and like deep-deep, into the
asshole's asshole.
Not only no shit from that piece of shit, but the sensors also dock a
grappling chord around his sac of gonads, and in like no time they are gone,
gone, gone.
The crush and cut are automatic. The flush is automatic. Down the drain go the
balls. Just like that, they're in the vat.
Urine is already in. Now, your balls are in.
Martha just grins.
And sings — a marinade serenade.
• __
Classy Bitch thanks her
loving, lusting readers
for sending her over the edge.
More than 100,000 hits
on her stories
in just a few months.
She _loves_
to be hit-on
like that!
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 43,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 71,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
Pa Loses His Nuts | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | Ma nuts Pa. | "C'mon Pa, says Ma. Let's go out to the barn. I'm gonna take them nuts off
ya."
"Aw c'mon, Ma, says Pa, "You can't be serious."
"Now you know what I told you, Pa, if I caught you exposin' yerself to Little
Sis again."
"I'm sorry, Ma, you know me, I couldn't help myself, it just felt so darn
good."
"This is the last time, Pa. Now let's go."
Out in the barn Ma tells Pa to strip naked and then tells him to sit in a
wooden chair and spread his legs. She puts a rubber band tight and high up
around Pa's nut sack to help control the bleeding. Then she fits a wooden box
with a spring-loaded slicing blade inside around his nut sack. It pinches a
little going on and Pa says, "Ouch!"
Ma tells Pa he might as well have one last cum before she cuts his nuts off
and tells him to jerk off.
Ma watches Pa jerk off and then shoot a thick, gooey load. Then she bends down
and pushes a button on the box. Pa hollers in pain as his whole nut sack is
sliced neatly off. She wraps the stub of his nut sack with a bandage.
Ma says, "I'm sorry I had to do that to ya, Pa, but I had no choice."
"I understand," says Pa, as he gingerly pulls on his pants.
Ma pulls Pa's severed nut sack out of the slicing box and says "I'm gonna tan
this. Your nut sack will make a great change purse."
"Whatcha gonna do with my nuts, Ma?" says Pa.
"Oh, feed 'em to the hogs, I guess."
"How many men have you de-balled with that contraption?" says Pa.
"Fifteen, countin' you, Pa," says Ma.
"Who's next?" asks Pa.
"Little Johnny, probably," says Ma. "Little Sis told me the other day she
caught him playin' with himself out behind the barn."
"Do you remember buildin’ this nut-slicing box for me five years ago?" says
Ma.
"Yep," says Pa, "I do."
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 33,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 28,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
Clitoridectomy Support Group 5 My plan | clitoridectomy | My plan to lose my clitoris | My plan
I continued my assignment. But I could not get the idea out of my head. I knew
what I had to do and I knew who could help me.
I contacted Christine. She was reluctant to meet. I think she might have been
embarrassed by our last meeting. However we did meet at the centre. At the
same table we had been at before, we again had some tea. I asked Christine how
she was.
‘Deflowered,’ she replied.
‘That’s progress,’ I said.
She smiled and said, ‘Yes, penetration is a relief. I don’t feel anywhere near
as bad as I did.’
‘You remember our last conversion?’
‘Yes, of course. I was bitter against everybody.’
‘Are all those feelings gone?’
‘No, not quite. They do resurface from time to time.’
‘Would you still like to cut of my clitoris?’
She looked me in the eyes, “Are you serious?’
“I think so.’
“Then I’m your girl.’
“I have some arrangements to make. I want you to help me.’
‘You mean were not going to go and do this right away?’
‘No, I want an audience.’
I explained my plan. She looked at me and said she wasn’t sure it would work.
In the main hallway of the centre were two upright pillars, both of wood. They
were about ten feet apart. In front of them was a space of about 20 feet
square where spectators could gather.
My plan was to be spreadeagled between the columns, with my crotch at head
height so everyone could watch me. A smooth wire would be attached around my
clitoris, which would lead backwards about five feet to a pulley wheel and a
light weight. I would be able to thrust against the wire to bring myself to
orgasm. At the point of orgasm, Christine would press the remote control
activating a miniature guillotine on the wire. This would slice off my
clitoris and then be pulled backwards out of the way by the wire and the
weight.
Christine looked at me. “You really are an exhibitionist. But could you
actually come in those circumstances?’
‘I’m not sure. I will probably need a rehearsal.’
‘I think we’ll need Sal and Marion to help. They’re really good at
contraptions.’
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 28,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 45,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
Gelded Schoolboys in Hong Kong | GAY, TESTICLES | Two schoolboys fell in love and gelded each other. | Hong Kong is a beautiful city in the south of China. Once upon a time, there
was a boy named Philip who knew history very well. He read many about the
eunuchs in Chinese history. Emperors in the past employed castrated men to
work in the palace. Philip was so interested in castartions and wanted to try
one.
Not late after his dream began, he met another boy in his boys' school called
Henry. Henry was not tall as Philip, about 5'4", while Philip has 5'9". Both
of them had lovely white and smooth faces and skins.
Once they were making a floating board for the school in a room which very few
students knew that place. They talked about sex when they were bored. Henry
who is very curious about sex asked if Philip would show his penis. And his
hand came to Philip's private part at the same time. Philip did not stop him
and let his little smooth hand undo the zip down there. Henry was amazed by
Philip's large penis - about 7 inches long (that was very long for an Asian
boy) ! Philip's face grew red and said, 'Show me yours.' He undid Henry's zip
and took out his 4-inch long soft penis. 'You lovely little girl,' Philip
said. And he began to suck it - this was the first time for both of them.
Enjoying so much last time, Henry called Philip to 'work on the board' again.
This time, Henry sucked Philip's penis too. Both of them enjoyed so much and
shooted quite a load of seeds.
After months, although the board was finished long time ago, Philip and Henry
had oral sex in the secret room for times and times. They often stripped
themselves naked, fondled and sucked each other. Both of them had no hair down
there, just like most of the 14-year-old boys did.
Once Philip asked Henry who was naked lying on the table, 'Do you know about
the eunuchs?' Henry nodded. Philip said, 'Do you want babies ever after?'
Henry shook his head. Philip then took out some thick rope to tie Henry's arms
and legs up. He sucked Henry for the last time and licked every drop of his
seeds. Philip himself shooted too. And then he took out a paper-cutter which
was given by the school for making the board originally.
Philip asked for the last time, 'Are you sure you want to be cut?' Henry
smiled and nodded. Philip cut down Henry's sack in a whole. Henry did not make
any big noise but blood ran down at once. Bleding stopped soon after the wound
was bandaged. Philip who was standing naked in front of Henry said happily to
him, 'Congratulations my little girl!'
Few days later, Henry's wound was completely recovered. In the room, Henry
stripped himself naked and knelt down in front of Philip. Philip who was naked
also sucked him and made Henry masturbate. Henry felt the orgasm but only a
few drops of clear liquid came out slowly out of his halfly erected penis.
Philip was very happy to see Henry able to erect after gelded. Henry who was
still on his knees said, 'Master, do you need me?' Philip replied, 'Of course,
my little girl.' They then slept together in that room until the night came.
Another few days later, Philip was bored of playing with little eunuch Henry.
He asked Henry to geld him the same as last time. Henry cried but did as told.
He tied up Philip, cut off his sack and bandaged the wound.
Philip tried masturbation after recovered. Henry knelt down and sucked his
penis. Soon Philip shooted a little amount of clear liquid as Henry. They
kissed each other's penis to celebrate. 'Welcome, my dear sister and
mistress.' Henry cried. They then slept together naked in that room again
until the night came.
Since then Philip and Henry became good sisters and mistress & servant. They
often sucked each other's limp penises in the secret room. Occasionally Philip
let Henry become the mistress. But anyway, Philip was always the ruler.
Months passed and every regarded the two gelded boys as 'girlish and shy'
only, but did not notice anything. Until the summer camp, all boys in their
class had shower together in the same bathroom. One screamed with surprise,
'Look, Henry had no balls down there!' And another one replied loudly, 'Philip
had no balls too!' Every pair of eyes were concentrating at the private parts
of them. The naked Philip & Henry standed on the middle bench proudly,
allowing everyone see & touch their remaining genitals and the wounds. They
announced loudly, 'This is what a boy should do to purify himself!' Thje crowd
laughed. Getting hot and erected, the boys masturbated themselves in the
bathroom. And Philip & Henry sucked each other as they did every day. The boys
left all their clothes in the bathroom and went back to the sleeping rooms
naked - don't worry because that was a private boys' camp with no adults
around.
The boys got dressed finally three days after when the camp was about to end.
They said goodbye to Philip, Henry and another 4 boys who responded the
announcement and 'purified' themselves by losing their manhood.
After the event, the six 'girlish and shy' boys stayed in the school with all
the boys for another four years. No one told others the secret and they went
to camp for fun every year. Four more boys joined Philip & Henry later. But
only the two of them knew the secret room, while the other eight had to wait
for the annual camp or play at home. All of the ten geldings now grew as girls
after taking hormones. And everyone will not forget Philip & Henry's girlish
naked body with no hair and no balls down there but two limp, soft and little
penises. ---END---
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 38,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 82,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
Thecia's Road Trip | STRAIGHT | This while on a road trip accidently finds an unwilling client.Fiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s Road Trip
My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old “Cutter.” I’ve been deballing men for
a little over seven years and I’ve cut a little over 100 sets.
I had a job in Enid, Okalahoma. I normally only cut in Mexico but I was
offered three times my regular rate to do it in the man’s home. He was a very
wealthy gay man with five or six “house boys.”
All but one of the “boys” was sent away and it was a simple procedure. I
surgically cut him, put his nuts in a jar, pocketed the nine grand and I was
on my way.
While driving back to Texas on a secondary road, a motorcycle passed me at
what must have been more than 100 MPH. I just shook my head and continued on
my way. Five or six miles later I reached for my water bottle and didn’t find
it. It had been my kit bag and that was stored in the trunk. After stopping
the car and retrieving the water I noticed a glint of reflected sunlight about
30 feet into the woods. The glint led me to a beautiful Harley that had
wrapped it’s self around a tree, a few feet from it was the rider. He was face
down and spread eagled on the ground.
When I saw the club colors on his jacket, my mind went back to my collage
days.
My roommate Tracy had been on a date and she and her boyfriend ran afoul of a
few members of the same motorcycle gang as my prone rider. Her date had been
beaten senseless and she was beaten and gang raped. He was lucky to be alive
and she never fully recovered. When they found her she was on the hood of
their car, she was beaten and cum was running from her overfucked vagina in a
stream. It ran down the car hood and trickled over each chrome piece in the
grill until if finally puddled on the asphalt.
On this man’s back were the same colors. I felt my face redden as the rage
rose in me. I checked his vital signs and he seemed to be ok.
My kit only had some bandages and a little betadine solution. My disposable
scalpels had been tossed at my last job. However, my unnamed gang member had a
nice sheath knife on his belt. Not as sharp as a scalpel, but it would do.
Starting at his pants cuff the knife easily sliced through the heavy denim and
up the back to the belt line. I removed his jeans and underwear from his boots
to his belt leaving two very nice big balls exposed. His shoe lace made a
tourniquet and the neck of his ballsack was tied tightly and securely.
Normally I’m very careful about infections, today I didn’t give a damn.
I brought the big blade to bear and began to slice his baby makers off, it was
more of a sawing motion than a slice, but it worked. His big balls came off in
my hand. I bandaged the wound and returned to my car. For the second time in a
month I had more balls then I had jar room for. Somehow I managed to squeeze
the bikers set in with the older gay mans balls. When I got home I would re-
label them, “older gay guy” and “Biker asshole.” My final act at the scene was
to cut the stitches on his “colors” and remove them. This would throw the
suspicion onto a rival gang. In fact it caused a gang war that cost the lives
of thirty or so gang members. I didn’t shed a tear.
About ten miles further down the road sat a gas station/conveniences store. I
stopped and bought a Coke, as I paid for it, I memorized the number on the pay
phone near the clerk.
Back in my car, I called the pay phone and in my deepest voice told the clerk
to call the state police and report a bad accident at mile marker 179. One at
a time I tossed the exam gloves out of the window into the weeds, I then
tossed the knife.
When I crossed the Texas border, the car, as if on its own, stopped at a place
called “Ferg’s Eats.” The pulled pork barbecue sandwich was wonderful as was
the Lone Star beer that I washed it down with. I get hungry when I nut a man.
Life is good.
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 34,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 51,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
The Answer | STRAIGHT, MINOR | Watch your ass in Central America | ` [SNUFF]`
Robert, an overweight, balding, orthodontist from Cleveland, looked out the
window of his hotel in the Central American city, as he had done every day for
the last week.
The object of his attention was a group of raggedly dressed street urchins
begging for money as they made their way to the seawall for their daily swim.
Robert picked up his nearby binoculars and began to masurbate as the boys, all
under the age of twelve, shed their rags with the carefree abandonment of
children and splashed naked in the warm water.
The oldest of the lads was of particular interest to Robert as he, unlike the
others, had the blonde hair and fair complexion of a North American. The boy,
who like his companions possessed no pubic hair, was obviously only a few
months from adolescence as evidenced by his larger cock and lower hanging
balls. Soon, thought Robert, beginning to breath hard, the boy would be too
embarrassed by his emerging sexuallity to be seen in public nude.
The boys dressed and headed back up the street as Robert cleaned himself up
and hurried down to his usual table at the sidewalk cafe.
"Do you speak English?" Robert inquired as the blonde boy reached for the
proffered coin.
"A little, senor."
"What is your mother's name?"
"She is dead." the boy answered with a forlorn look.
"Your father?" Robert pried.
"I live in the barrio with my uncle and cousins." the boy replied, and
gestured to his companions while ignoring the reference to his unknown father.
" I am called Poco. My uncle is Julio, and cleans at the town hall."
"Wait here." commanded Robert before Rushing away. He soon returned with a
sealed envelope addressed to the boy's uncle.
"Take this to your uncle. Do not open it." Robert instructed.
The envelope contained a one hundred dollar bill and a letter.
"Dear Mr. Ramirez," the letter began, "I am what is called in your country a
maricon, or homosexual. I have considerable wealth, and would like you to
consider this offer. I will adopt your nephew, return with him to the United
States, and provide excellent care for him. He will recieve a fine education
and will be free to return home at any time he wishes. Six years from now,
when he is about eighteen, he will be paid ten thousand dollars, and every
month until that time you will recieve one hundred dollars. I will love him as
only a man can love a boy, and teach him to return that love to me. In
exchange for his virginity and the use of his body for a few years I will give
him a good home and education, as well as some of the finer things in life
that you could never offer him. Please give me an answer by the end of this
week, as I must soon return home."
Robert's present companion, a former homeless boy who was now seventeen, was
tired of the arrangement and wanted to include girls as recipients of his
copious quantities of seed. He was also aquiring the coarse body hair and deep
voice of an adult, which Robert despised.
Robert was dozing a few nights later when he was awakened by a faint knock on
his door.
"It is me, senor," came the lilting voice of Poco, "and I have your answer!"
Robert had just released the burglar chain when the door was suddenly forced
open.
"This is my uncle Julio," the lad proudly announced, gesturing to a small man
in ragged clothes, "and these are my other uncles, Ramon, Ruiz, and
Guillermo." He nodded towards the other men, who were all dressed in the drum
major uniforms common to police all over Central America.
"So, gringo, you like to have round, long, hard object thrust up your ass?"
The largest policemen queried as his brothers stripped Robert and bent him
over the edge of the bed. "Let,s try this for size." He then grabbed an empty
beer bottle and rammed it home before shattering it with a blow from his
pistol.
"If you like the taste of sperm you,ll love this taste!" Julio said as his
brothers rolled the hapless molester over and pried his legs apart to enable
the largest policeman to sever his srotum and and ram it down his thraot,
assisted by the gun barrel.
"You like to suck little cock? try this one." were the last words Robert heard
before hid penis was carved from his body and joined its rightful place above
his balls.
Robert, blue-face and dying, sprawled on the bloody bed. The large policeman
collected his wallet, passport, and money belt, then phoned the hotel manager.
"Security Chief Ramirez, sir. We have another robbery in room 209. Yes sir, it
was like the others. Looks like a gay lovers quarrel. Yes sir, I agree. No use
involving the police. Good night, sir."
"Lets go home, poco," he said, tousling his favorite nephew's blonde hair, "if
we hurry, we can still catch The Brady Bunch on the new TV."
Author's note: Poco, the boy's nickname, came from a small local fish. It is
useless for food, but its' golden color makes it highly prized as bait by the
local fishermen.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 45,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 61,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
Speed Trap | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The government has found a way to correct the male-female population imbalance while also solving some traffic problems. | Over time, the male population in my country has begun to greatly exceed the
female population. This is the result of parents favoring sons, and coupling
this desire with genetic prescreening and selective pregnancies & abortions.
In any case the number of frustrated males grew out of proportion, and these
testosterone laden guys were becoming aggressive. This was noted by the
highway & transportation folks as an increase in speeding and the resulting
traffic accidents. It was then that they passed the new traffic safety act.
All cars must be fitted with a small pouch under the driver seat. Males and
females were given different key sets. If a male was to drive, a hatch opened
above the pouch. A sensor must detect his warm testicles, and then the opening
closes to “capture” the testicles into the seat pouch. This was done gently of
course so as not to cause damage or undue pain. More expensive cars had fur
lined and even warmed pouches. One thing that all cars had in common though
was a spring loaded knife blade which could be activated by the police.
In my case it seemed so unfair. I tried to be SO careful. Even a tiny amount
over the speed limit could result in swift justice. I was in a hurry on my way
to the office, and did not notice the new speed limit sign. Suddenly my car
slowed down and coasted to a halt. All cars had been fitted with a remote shut
down, and the local traffic cop had just zapped me. The most beautiful blonde
stepped out of the police car and walked up to my window. I was terrified as
she leaned over the car door, exposing a generous cleavage. But squirm as I
may, the pouch constrictor had my jewels captured.
“You were going just over the limit sir, and I expect you know the rules as
well as the punishment”. I pleaded with her but to no avail. “I can see by the
bulge in your pants that you deserve the judgment” she smiled sweetly. “If you
want one last cum, I suggest you be quick about it. I’ll fill out my paperwork
for a few minutes.” She unbuttoned her blouse so her bra came into full view,
and it was nearly transparent. I unzipped my fly and got to work while she
wrote on the papers attached to her clipboard. “Need a hand there sport?” she
cooed. “Don’t worry, I won’t press the activator until you’ve shot your last”
she said as she reached in with one hand, while now holding a remote control
device with her other hand. I had not been with a woman in months. It didn’t
take long. UNGH and the white cream splattered the console. As it did, her
pretty red nailed finger depressed the red button. NOOOO I cried but it gave
no mercy. SNAP and the pain shot up while the balls slipped down into the
pouch. She let her hand slip off my penis and down into the pouch which now
opened fully. She took out my balls and slipped her hand down into her pants,
slipping them up into her warm & wet vagina. “Ohhh she moaned, this always
gets me SO horny. I guess this is as close as you’ll ever get to cumming in my
coozy.”
After she calmed down she handed me some paperwork. “Here, take this to the
local highway department office and they will switch out your key for a Eunuch
key. Your car will start up again in 15 minutes. By then you should be better
able to drive. Or if you’d like, I can call the local clinic to come get you.
Aren’t you glad we deactivate your car before we deliver the punishment?”
In spite of great caution, a few percent of the male population gets neutered
each year as a result of this program. I guess it does work though. Traffic
accidents are way down, men drive much more cautiously, and the ratio of
breeding men to women is returning to 1:1. As for me, I guess it has reduced
my own frustrations, and I certainly don’t chase skirts any more. I do miss
the exhilaration of orgasm, but the memory is fading.
Jim Fox
[email protected]
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 5,
"longest_sentence": 42,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 54,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
Castration in Hibernation | TESTICLES, Surprisingly Fine Dining | ***** | ` `
It was fags versus pigs as the limp wrist met the long arm of the law.
The bears were tweaking the bare-ass tweeks.
They were bruising while they were cruising.
John LaBatt apparently wasn't into twat. His beer company was the main sponsor
of the gay pride parade down Yonge Street, Toronto, said to be the longest
street in the world.
The vote was still out on the average length of bear and tweek.
Some said the average hairy monster had less-than-average and often-grissly
gonads. Some said the average tweek was never meek in manhood, the sleek
physique being the antithesis of his penis perfectus.
But why fight about dick size?
What was the reason for this Great Canadian Cock Fight?
In a shell of nuts, the reason is that there are some great Canadian cocks
worth fighting over and onto. Usually this country goes out of its way to be
neutral, but when it comes to dick, they get down and dirty.
Angered in the extreme, they can even go from neutral to neutered.
It all came to a head at Remington's.
Steel-eyed, the bartender topped off the ice-cold LaBatt on tap, but
straightening the frosted mug for the last splash near the brim to give a good
head. For $200 Canadian you can give one of the big-cocked lap dancers some
good head.
But don't tell the steel-eyed bartender.
Or the cops.
If you want to see naked bears, don't go to Remington's. Go to Naked Night at
one of the bear-on-the-menu bars.
Remington's and their customers don't go for the full-body fur-rug look.
The delightful dancers are not all tweeks, but they are always damn sleek. I
can hardly speak.
Naomi went to high school with Donna and Stephany in Scarborough. When they
were in high school, they had cocks. Now they have graduated to tits, but they
still have those nice cocks.
The four of us were in the upstairs bar at Remington's. As Mr. LaBatt's brew
put us at ease, we had an easy view up the ass of each dancer prancing on
stage.
"Nice cock and balls, but he didn't get all the hair off his left ass cheek."
It was fun to critique.
They were professional. They could take it.
And damn, they could give it too. Those back room lap dances at $20 Canadian
got your finger up inside the same view you had earlier while you were just
pointing your finger.
But John LaBatt gave too much.
The proud bears drank too much. And after unshowering for the first four days
of pride week, they stank too much.
Those Canadian cops really know how to royally mount. They always get their
men.
They herded those stinking bears into one of the home-away-from-home homo
spas.
Everyone into the pool.
But then that glorious, invigorating pool had a floating scum of cum. Bear
cum, mixed with bear grease and oil.
Pride week was spoiled.
While the pool was drained and prepped for steam cleaning, the pooped bears
finally needed to hibernate. By police order, the spa rented them rooms at $8
Canadian.
And while they slept it off, the outraged manager decided to take compensation
for his loss. He would take it right off the top by playing his cards off the
bottom.
As the awakened bears kick-started their Harleys, because they had been kicked
out of town, they noticed that the seats were a lot more comfortable.
Had the June sun heat-molded the leather to a perfect fit?
Does a bear shit in the woods?
No, it was John LaBatt's cousin, the spa manager. (Both cousins used to have
their shit packed in the woods).
Christopher LaBatt Pope was proud of his spa. Every non-bear gay place is a
model of cleanliness.
Mr. Pope crept while they slept. The bears thought they were in a sylvan
siesta, a nap in the woods. The scalpel fell, and they didn't hear it.
They didn't even feel it. John LaBatt's brew has that anaesthesizing effect.
And the bear balls were not all that bad.
Now they had to be marinated for like a week in WD-40 to de-grease the damn
things, but once prepped at The Keg near Cartlon at College, they were quite
delightful.
With a lot of Merlot, down they go.
And what bear will ever miss his balls? Hell, they're so damn fat they haven't
even been able to see them for the last 20 years.
Classy Bitch runs from bears. She lives in fear, but a fear that is a might
erotic, that someday a bear will be able to read. He might find this and her
other stories on eunuch.org -- but the Classy Bitch would snarl and bark, and
chase him up a tree. A Maple tree.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 47,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 67,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
The disco | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | girls just wanna have fun | The Disco
A group of us guys went off to a new club. The bouncers were
big muscle women. They looked us up and down and let us in. They
seemed to say "No coming on the dance floor". Inside the club was
dark, good music playing. We started to dance. As the lights adjusted
we noticed lots of very sexy young ladies. Some were earing short
dresses; others basques, suspenders and nickers; some in leather;
some in PVC and some in coloured bras and nickers. Wow heaven we
thought.
A group of girls were dancing near us. Arms in the air,
shaking their breasts and bums. We couldnt help but watch. One of the
girls caught me looking at her. She smiled. She slinked over and
danced closer to me. She was wearing a red lacy bra and nickers. I
looked down, right into her full breasts. I looked at her again. She
smiled. She started to rub her body against mine. To my amazement she
undid her bra and placed my hands on her tits. I glanced around and
noticed all the girls were coming on to the guys.
One guy not being paid attention, moved to the middle of the
dance floor and dropped his trousers and pants. His cock quickly
stiffened. The girl closest to him, left the man she was coming on
to, and turned to him. You could see his eyes staring at her tits,
mesmarised. All the girls turned to watch and the boys as well. The
girl punched him in the face and grabbed his balls. She punched them.
All of us guys cringed, the girls giggled at us cringing. She tugged
his balls and punched them a few more times until he hit the deck.
She kicked him in the face, the side and stamped in his
stomach. A bouncer woman came over she gave the girl a choice of a
knife or a brick. She took the brick. She knelt between the writhing
mans legs. Took aim. And smashed his cock and balls with the edge of
the brick. She stood up and held his genitals in her hand in triumph.
All the girls were shrieking and cheering.
The girl I was with, got back down to dancing and teasing me.
I was dancing but very rigidly. She stroked my hair, face. She was
beautiful. I felt good again. She rubbed her tits against me. I felt
motion in my loins. She rubbed her leg between my legs. She smiled
and whispered "your hard". Her hand dropped down and touched my cock
through my trousers. It was pushing to get out. She lowered her body
and undid my fly. I groaned. She undid my trousers and let them fall.
She pulled down my pants. I could feel the moistness of her mouth on
my penis. My God it was good. She was bringing me slowly toward
orgasm. I couldnt control myself anymore. I could feel the sperm
forcing its way from my balls and out of my cock. She moved her mouth
away quickly. My sperm shot across the dance floor. It glowed purple
in the flourescent lights. I was grabbed from behind and dragged from
the dance floor by a bouncer. My girl followed.
I was grabbed by my balls and lifted up a bouncers leg. The
bouncer said "No coming on the dance floor". My girl smiled again.
She said "I'm sorry, I caused the mess, I'ld better remove it. With
that the bouncer handed the girl a knife. She bent down, smiled at me
again. She teased my cock with the knife and then my balls. I could
feel the cold steel on my genitals. Then I fell to the ground. I
looked up to see my penis and scrotum dangling from her hand. She
placed it between her legs, pretending to be a guy and giggled. She
bent down, kissed my cheek and whispered "Thank you, I've always
wanted some of these". She walked off. I was dragged out of the club
and dumped into the street. My last sexual experience was over. | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 30,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 79,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
Boys Like to be Held pt2 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, General ballbusting sessions | Once more spring and lithe, Erin back a good distance away, her foot slowly
retreating backwards. She let loose and....
Michael felt the soft fabric of her sock, the toes pointedly aimed, especially
the pedicured nail of her big toe, all compress against his package. The air
left his lungs as quickly as she had kicked him. He stood, mouth open, eyes
wide, as Erin delicately wiggled her toes within his stuff. With graceful
posture, she kept her balance on her other foot while it's partner whipped his
already smashed nuts.
He couldn't help but fall forward; the pain was too much. His eyes crinkled
with tears, Michael bit his bottom lip to silence a scream. Even as he fell
into a kneeling position once more, Erin kept her foot steady, right up
against his groin. She could feel both individual nuts, moving around, trying
to escape.
Michael curled up around her foot, holding her leg. He looked up to her with
pleading puppy dog eyes, barely able to groan out, "Please--p-please stop."
Erin shook her head, and pressed her foot harder. Michael whimpered sharply in
pain, and whispered almost inaudibly, "Please, I do-don't think I can t-take
any-m-m-more."
Erin sighed, slowly rolled her ankle, but then mercifully withdrew the foot.
She watched, hands on hips, as the boy further curled into himself, clutching
desperately at his boy bits. She was too pissed at his cowardly attitude to
take pity on his coughings and sputterings.
She walked over to her bed and sat down. Watching him whimper for a few more
moments, smiling to herself at her handiwork, she then said sternly, "Michael!
Come here."
Slowly the lanky boy drew his brown eyes up to hers, pain and a deep, deep
hurt obvious in them, even though they were watery with tears. For his part,
he did try to get up, but he could not take his hands from his 'nads. He was
holding them desperately, trying to assauge their aching pains.
Erin bit the inside of her cheek, becoming more annoyed with each moment
Michael lay dawdling on her floor. "Michael! Come over here now or I'll really
give you something to cry about. How about I take out the vice from the
garage? Hm? Stick your nuts in that and let it crush them to a pulpy mess of
nothing! Well?"
Michael moaned, and then replied weakly, "N-no, ma'am. I'm-m coming, ma-
ma'am." Slowly he picked himself up off of the hard wooden floor. When he
finally, painfully, got to his shaking knees, Erin became sympathetic.
Lightly she walked over to him, kneeling beside him. She placed a hand on his
back, rubbing it in circles. She kissed his cheek. "C'mon, Mikey, almost
there." She grabbed his elbow and tried to pull him up. It was shaky, but he
was standing. With a few uncertain steps, though Erin still had a hold on him,
they reached her bed, onto which he couldn't help but collapse.
Erin adjusted him onto his back, and more towards the middle. She herself
climbed on, deliberately pulling his cock from his already opened jeans and
boxers. It was soft and pliable, but still rather well-sized at what she guess
was five or so inches. Erin always thought penises in and of themselves looked
rather ugly, but this one she could actually consider cute, if that was the
right word for it. She lovingly kissed its head, flicking her tongue at its
slit. No response, except a small "ummph" sound from Michael.
"Aw, sweetie. You did really well today, though!" Laying his cock towards his
tummy, her hand once more delved into his boxers, this time much more gently.
Michael froze, paralyzed in fear that she might continue his torture with
squeezing. Fresh tears ran down his cheeks at the very thought, but Erin only
giggled.
Cupping her hands, she held aloft his balls, swollen and red. Gently, Erin
prodded them. Still intact. Michael yelped; she might as well have been
hammering them on an anvil. Every slight pressure on them sent him reeling.
"Aw, poor baby," Erin said sympathetically, cradling his testicles as lightly
as she could. "Just a little swelling is all, nothing permanent." She took a
moment to study them again, holding them this way and that. "I'm really proud
of you, though. Maybe I should kiss them and make them feel better?" Sweetly
she pecked both left and right testicle, giggling as she did.
Michael, for all the ache and stabbing pains with each throb of blood in his
ballsac, couldn't help but return a small smile. Softly Erin settled his balls
back into their rightful place. She cuddled up to his side, looking up at him
with a big grin. Kissing his cheek, she lightly wiped his tears away with her
thumb.
Snuggling up to him, she once again laid her hand deep into his pants, simply
holding his package. Michael squirmed a bit in anticipation, but Erin was more
interested in a nap than continuing their session. He sighed in relief; sleep
sounded like a very, very good idea. He was exhausted from such practice.
In a soft voice, Erin asked him, "That was fun today, huh?"
Knowing better than to disagree, Michael nodded and murmured, "Mm hmm."
She softly patted his stuff, much to his discomfort, and said before falling
asleep, "I can't wait 'till tomorrow. I have a few more ideas I'd like to do
with you..."
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 34,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 72,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
|
THE BICYCLE ACCIDENT (penis, testicles) | THE BICYCLE ACCIDENT
by Sporus
I was riding my road racing bike down the hill on my way to work. The
traffic was heavy and I had to stay closer to the row of parked cars
than I liked. Suddenly a car door opened right in front of me. My front
wheel hit the door square on. I flew over the handlebars at 25 miles per
hour and my crotch collided with the top of the door. It felt as if my
crotch were being ripped completely out. I rolled over the front of the
car and ended up in a fetal position, screaming, holding onto my crotch
and not being able to feel anything between my legs but pain. Imagine
the pain of being kicked in the balls only a hundred times worse. And
getting worse by the second. On top of this, there was a growing
electrical pain surging through my cock, punctuated by sharp flashing
pains as if my cock were being pierced by a thousand ice picks over and
over. Finally I rolled onto one side, vomited and passed out..
I came to in the ER strapped to a table, an ice pack between my legs.
The pain was still intense. I was being wheeled into a room. Some one
began cutting through the spandex of my bike shorts as a nurse handed me
a consent form. After a while the doctor informed me that I has
sustained massive tissue damage in my groin. My crushed genitals had to
be completely removed. They began injecting local anesthetic into my
groin and gave me a shot of morphine. As I drifted into semi-
consciousness, I closed my eyes and tried very hard not to look like the
happiest man alive.
I had dreamed about being a eunuch as long as I could remember. For
years I had been taping and gluing my genitals inside of my abdomen so
that my cock and balls would disappear completely. I could experience
the look and some of the feel of being sexless. Now it was all coming
true. I was becoming a eunuch. What would my new body feel like? How
would my new life be? I couldn't wait to find out.
The next 24 hours were a blur, lying on my back with a Demerol drip
going in one arm. The pain was dull but constant with occasional shots
of intense pain which sent my entire body into spasms. By the afternoon
of the second day, the pain was at a more manageable level. A nurse came
in to change the dressing on my groin. I watched her pretty face as she
saw my wound. She tried to keep her composure, but clearly had never
seen anything like. I asked her to leave me alone for just a moment so I
could look for myself. She hesitate, then waited outside. I elevated the
bed so I could see.
Everything was swollen and black and blue. My cock and balls were
completely gone. A curving, horizontal scar ran from one side of the
groin to the other. A clear drainage tube ran from either end of the
scar. A yellow catheter ran out from where the base of my scrotum had
been. I felt an intense, almost orgasmic feeling rushed through my
entire body. I lowered the bed and drifted off, a silly grin on my face.
I was going to like this, I thought.
______________________________________________________
Get Your Private, Free Email at
_http://www.hotmail.com_ | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 66,
"num_participle_phrases": 3,
"num_sentences": 45,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
||
Mr. Goldberg | PENECTOMY | Mr. Goldberg can get his penis rebuilt, but... | Mr. Goldberg wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot.
The Doctor comes in and says, 'Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now,
you probably won't remember, but you were in a big pileup on the freeway.
You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything, but..... something
happened. I'm trying to break this gently... but the fact is... your penis was
chopped off in the wreck and we were unable to find it.'
Goldberg groans, but the Doctor goes on, 'You've got $9000 in insurance
compensation coming to you, and we have the technology to build you a new
penis that will work as well as your old one did... maybe even better! But the
thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It's $1000.00 per inch.'
Goldberg perks up at this!!
'So,' the Doctor continues, 'It's for you to decide how many inches you want.
But it's something you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a
five inch one
before, and you decide to go for nine inches, she might be a bit put out. But
if you had a nine inch one before, and you decide only to invest in five
inches this time, she might be disappointed. So it's important that she plays
a role in helping you make the decision.'
He agrees to talk with his wife. The Doctor comes back the next day and says,
'So, have you spoken with your wife?'
'I have,' says Mr. Goldberg.
'And has she helped you in making the decision?'
'Yes, she has,' he says.
'And what is it?' asks the doctor.
'We're getting granite counter tops.'
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 50,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 27,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Warehouse FULL of Nuts. | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Filling in the Nuts. In Amy\'s society women have formally taken over the earth. Men are raised as crop to collect their semen and to harvest there cock and balls. | In the small town of Hemet, CA were many warehouses for various companies.
Most companies manufactured industrial items to food storages. In one
particular site a company by the name of Cromick Foods had there warehouse.
I work at with this current company as a package handler. I started 2 months
ago and it has been going pretty decent. Basically my job is to handle human
meat. We have a large storage center filled with thousands of husks. Husks are
very weak. The only strong part of a husk is its penis and testicles. A husks
cock is very thick, almost 7 inches around and can be as long as 18 inches
when errect. The balls are very large aswell. They vary, it can be as large as
an egg up to the size of 2 watermelons.
I usualy start the day fast. We work at a fast paced work enviornment. A husk
is brought to me and sat securely on a bench. In the middle of the bench is a
small crane, looks like a welding table. My job is to place eatch testicle
under a steel needle. The steele needle can be very thick to support the
massive nuts. Before I drop the needle in the middle of the nut I make sure
they are drain and measure the penis. Usually a suction cup is held up top to
a large tank collecting massive ammounts of semen. Many cocks are milked this
way before filling. Sometimes if we have downtime we make things fun and oraly
drain the dongs. In this particular occasion the cock is measuring 14 inches
fully errect, and 9 inches around. Its bigger then both my arms but together.
All our cocks are uncircumsied b4 usage, this is a sign of a fresh dick. My
first step is to cut the foreskin off the dick. this is usally difficult
because of the strength of the errection, I tuck my hand under the foreskin
and push down as hard as I can and tie the cock down with belts to make the
cut. I cut around the head and quickly remove the foreskin. Sometimes a penis
can get so hard that when its tied down it could snap from the base. When this
happens we quickly sever the penis off the husk. After I take care of the
foreskin I make sure the nuts are empty. For now I can only use the suction
cup to drain the nuts. After the nuts are empty I place the scrotum on the
bench and place the first ball under my needle. A large syringe is attached on
top. The nut is the size of a basketball. I cut straight down the middle of
the giant nut sack. I pull the first nut out of the sack. I lower the needle
down ready to make my poke. The syringe is filled with ground beef at the
moment. I plunge the needle down in the center of the giant testicle, a stream
of white rich semen jets from the tip of the dong hitting the ceiling and
making a loud splat. I pushed down on the syringe filling the testicle with
beef. The the nut starts to fill and the penis starts to errupt with beef. I
stop the filling and snip the giant cords. I save the cords as its filled with
beef and can be sold in markets. We place all the nuts on a tray ready to be
packaged and shipped to supermarkets across the country. I finish the second
testicle and cut the scrotum off the husk. I place the still errect cock on
the bench and tie it down. Its time to cut this dong of the husk. This is my
favorite my part. I love sawing off huge cock meat. The huge cock is also sent
to the grocery stores for great foods, I personally prefer fresh raw cock of
the body. I repeat this process hundreds times a week as does 30 other people
in the warehouse.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 42,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 53,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Traitor Slave | NULLIFICATION, Other: Death By Impalement | you're just gonna have to read it. | "Put him to the pike. This worthless traitor shall know pain before
he dies the death of a worthless slave. The sentence is death by
impalement and nullification. Take him to his death." The overseer
said.
Two eunuchs dragged the struggling slave to the place of his death.
The only thing he had really done was to have sex without his
owner's permission. Ordinarily that wouldn't have been a problem
but with all the problems in the other provinces, owners, masters,
and overseers were cracking down on their slaves. Most offenses
only required a beating or a simple castration. Some offenses
however required a slave be put to death, and the method was
usually left up to the owners. This particular slave owner was
particularly sadistic and loved to inflict pain on anyone he could
get his hands on. He would find the most painful way to torture and
kill a slave and take unusual delight in demonstrating the
technique to anyone that wanted to watch.
This slave was one of a dozen that was going to die this day and
each had his own pike just waiting to be driven into his anus. The
two eunuchs dragged him up the path to the top of the metal
platform and held him fast as several other slaves raised the pike
into place and secured it fast to its place. Four other eunuchs
picked up the condemned slave by his arms and legs. The original
two parted the condemned slave's asscheeks and they raised him over
the point of the pike.
"Do you have any last words before you die, slave?" the overseer
asked, not really expecting an answer and he didn't get one.
He signaled for the eunuchs to lower the slave onto the pike,
slowly. The eunuchs raised and lowered the slave several times
causing him to get hard. His cock was pointing straight out by the
time his feet touched the trap door. The overseer and his favorite
slave approached the piked slave. The overseer had the gelding
knife in his hand and his pet slave had a hot poker. The overseer
took hold of the slave's cock and balls with one hand and with the
other, slowly sliced through the base of the shaft and ball sack.
Once both organs were in hand the other slave shoved the hot poker
into the bleeding wound and the blood stopped. The slave howled in
agony as the trap door fell away and he slid down a full body
length then stopped.
The pike was deep inside him now and blood was slowly oozing from
his anus. It was ten minutes of screaming and moaning before the
next trap door opened. This happened several times until the point
of the pike appeared in the slave's mouth then slid out above his
head and his body stopped falling.
"Take him to the cook pits. The master shall dine well tonight.
Bring the next one." The overseer said.
Eleven other slaves met their death on the pike and on the cook
fires for the master and his guests.
THE END!! | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 39,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 34,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
Gnorrid the Warrioress - Background Fantasy - Long - 3 of 4 | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Continued from Part 2 | ` Gnorrid the Warrioress - Background Fantasy - Long - 3 of 4 `
The Age of Empire
After the defeat of the desert invaders the Regency enjoyed a golden age of
approximately two centuries before it began to collapse and break apart. This
golden age was sometimes referred to as the Age of Empire.
After the declaration of the exclusive primacy of Dhradumus the few surviving
priestesses attempted to hide among the general populace. Many were
discovered, turned in, and executed by the Regency (often by burning or other
horrible means). Even for those who remained successfully hidden, the new
rules imposed by the priests of Dhradumus made it extremely difficult to pass
on teachings and knowledge to another generation of underground priestesses.
Women were not to be taught reading or writing or allowed to work in any save
the most menial labor. A woman discovered to possess skills of literacy would
be put to death - after a period of torture to ascertain who had taught her
and whom she may have taught.
The surviving priestesses hid themselves as best they could. Some remained in
the cities and some went to dwell among the peasants. More than a few families
risked their lives by discreetly taking in fleeing priestesses as servants. It
was here, however, that much secret knowledge was passed on the daughters and
even the sons of these families.
One stronghold of underground priestesses was the profession of midwives. A
most necessary function, men found it quite unpleasant and were more than
happy to turn this duty over to women. Looked upon with distrustful scrutiny,
men had little choice but to tolerate them.
Although the installment of Dhradumus as the one and only god in the Regency
was hailed as a great day among men, this sentiment was by no means universal.
Secret brotherhoods and fraternal orders sprang up. (Many were started by
surviving eunuchs who had served the priestesses.) It was easier for men to
pass on their knowledge as literacy was not forbidden for men, and many
intellectual pursuits were open to them. Also, such orders became clever at
disguising the ancient knowledge of the Sisterhood in terms and symbols that
were compatible with the worship of Dhradumus. It is said that there were even
Dhradumian priests, officiators at public rituals and held in high esteem by
the Regency, who were secret worshipers of the Goddess and curators of her
ancient knowledge.
In public buildings and statuary all artwork reminiscent of the Sisterhood and
their Goddess was destroyed. Gone were the gala festivals presented by the
priestesses on the great feast days. In their place were great somber
gatherings. Statues of Dhradumus now frowned down upon throngs of groveling
followers in the streets and city squares. Subdued and dutiful, the worshipers
dressed in dark cloaks, robes and hoods, concealing as much flesh as possible.
Dhradumus was usually depicted wearing the traditional garb of the patriarchal
nomadic herdsman. With a full beard, Dhradumus held a scepter in one hand and
a sword in the other. The scowl of Dhradumus was said to send a cold chill
down the spine of the bravest of men. He was the ultimate symbol of male
authority and dominion.
Gone were the wonderful athletic contests and exhibitions where naked or
scantily-clad oiled bodies of young priestesses inspired crowds with their
beauty. Exposed flesh was now greatly restricted among men and absolutely
forbidden for women. Women were no longer allowed to appear in public without
their heads covered and their faces veiled. No more did men and boys
congregate in the market places on warm days just to enjoy the grand show of
young women dressed in short skirts, thongs, and skimpy halters scurrying
among the vendors. Now women could not share as much as a smile with the
world.
Girls were the property of their families until they came of age. Then they
were transferred to a master, either through marriage or other consignment,
and became his property. There were no independent women in the Regency. That
social classification simply did not exist.
Concubines and courtesans who once enjoyed a respectable place in society,
were now mere property of their masters. Harems of concubines were often
nothing more than private brothels where wealthy noblemen entertained and
rewarded their friends by letting them sleep with picks from their harems.
Prostitution per se was strictly forbidden, however, and punishable by burning
or stoning. Free roaming prostitutes in the streets would potentially open the
possibility for a woman to gain some semblance independence. Pursuit and
patronage of whores would be an admission that women could hold power over a
man by cultivating his lust. Women were to be purchased, not employed.
Dhradumian theology asserted that women were temptresses and seducers of men.
Women inspired men to think unwholesome and unclean thoughts, and were the
primary cause of men being led astray from the will of Dhradumus. In
Dhradumian society women had to be strictly contained and controlled.
During the chaos of the conflagrations and razing of the temples it is said
that some groups of priestesses escaped the Regency altogether and
reestablished themselves in lands far beyond the known world. Centuries after
the collapse of the Regency travelers from the wilderness would occasionally
bring tales of matriarchal "kingdoms" guarded by fierce female warriors.
Although such stories were generally given little credence, on more than one
occasion Dhradumian leaders organized military expeditions to seek out and
destroy such enclaves. For centuries they found nothing.
Continued in Part 4
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 47,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 52,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Random Acts of Deballing | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Young Woman Practices Her Craft | ` She saw him swagger into the bar. She knew his type-tight jeans `
revealing a bulge he thought no woman could resist.The type she loved to
deball- hearing them beg before she sliced off their scrotums with their
precious contents.
Her sweet smile and low cut blouse quickly enticed him and after several
drinks they sat in his car.The bulge in his pants was straining his jeans."i
bet a man like you has a big cock and balls she innocently whispered to him.
her hands began to stroke the fabric now straining with his cock. Thats it
baby he moaned as she opened his pants and quickly cupped his balls in her
hand.Quick as a cat she stabbed the needle into him-his eyes rolled and he was
unconscious within seconds.
She felt her pussy begin to tingle as sheheld his penis up and placed her
gelding knife at the base of his heavy sack.With one quick deft slice a new
eunuch was created. She dropped the trophy into a jar of preserving fluid and
quickly bandaged the new eunuch.
The pleasure she derived from his gelding was matched only by the imagining of
him when he awoke- his balls gone-emasculated- his proud cock soon to be
reduced to a soft limp useless organ.
No longer would he parade his thick hard cock for any woman.
Yes-another gelding for her!
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 40,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 16,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
The Prince of Slaves Chapter 8 | MINOR | Megan's mother disowns her, causing unforeseen consequences.<BR><BR><A href="http://slammr.com">http://slammr.com</A> | ` `
_**Chapter8:**_
Her mother repudiated her, saying she no longer had a daughter, resigning
Megan to the status of a commoner.
_
At least, I can fuck Dylan or Emrys as Megan now_ , Braith thought. _If I'm no
longer of noble blood, there's no proscription against it. Megan can fuck
anyone, commoner or noble. She will never have a child by Emrys, but she can
fuck him._
As Megan, she was content to live at Caerforon instead of the palace, whether
with Emrys or Dylan. She was content to be a commoner, if she could have him.
She tried to change into Megan -- but couldn't.
Braith had lost his magic. Apparently, the God had also repudiated Megan when
her mother had. He couldn't change at all, not even back to the beautiful
jilly boy. He was Braith, attractive, but speckled with freckles.
But, what about Dylan? He was at Caerforon -- as Dylan. Without magic, how
could Braith change Dylan back into the prince? As it turned out, he couldn't.
"You've lost your magic?" asked Dylan.
"Yes," said Braith. "When my mother repudiated me, the God deserted me, too."
"And, you can't change me back?"
Braith tried, but couldn't. "No, he said, "I can't. I no longer have any
magical powers." He started to cry. "What a mess I've made of everything. I
wouldn't blame you for throwing me out. I didn't think she would repudiate me
and didn't think the God would, too, if she did. What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," said Dylan. "I can't go back to the palace as Dylan. Even the
God doesn't recognize me thus. He put his arms around the boy. We've made our
bed," he said. "I guess we'll have to lie in it."
"But whatever I give up," she said, "you give up so much more. You give up a
kingdom."
"Emrys gave up a kingdom when he decided to become Dylan. I've been far
happier as Dylan than I ever was as Emrys. At least, now I don't have to marry
Wynne of Kidwelly."
"But look at me," said Braith. He was bald and freckled. "I'm not even an
attractive jilly boy any longer. Glendower's beauty exceeds mine. Perhaps you
will prefer him now to me, especially after what I've cost you."
"Never," said Dylan, "I love you, Braith or Megan. I love who you are."
"You love me even bald and with freckles." Braith certainly didn't feel
attractive.
"I love you bald and freckled. Besides, I'm bald, too, and the hair will grow
back, though I prefer not to let it. It's nice to be free of lice."
"Will you make love to me?" Braith asked. "I need the reassurance that you
still desire me, knowing I'll always be a boy."
"Dylan kissed him, then lay him on the bed. Braith raised his legs. Dylan
knelt on the bed, his cock pressed against Braith's hole, then thrust his cock
into his hole, holding the tops of Braith's thighs as he thrust.
Braith moaned, rubbing his tits as he did. He had breasts. They were small,
but were bigger than those of an uncut boy; and they were sensitive. He could
almost orgasm just from rubbing them.
Dylan fucked him, not once, but several times. It was a way to forget that he
was no longer the prince.
He had been happy being Dylan, but had known at any time he could once again
be the prince. Too, Dylan had no money. It was the prince, who had bought
their house and had paid for their food.
Without fathers, they couldn't even find work.
Sons of merchants and tradesmen followed their fathers. Sometimes a childless
father would adopt a son to follow him in his trade, but he usually adopted a
nephew or second son of a friend.
Surplus sons joined the army, emigrated, or were sold into slavery.
When the money ran out, they could either give up their balls and become
slaves or return to the market. For now, though, they still had a house and
money -- not much -- but enough for a month or two.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 36,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 74,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
From Boy to Hermaphrodite - Part 3 | TG, NULLIFICATION, TG? Hard to classify | Continuing "From boy to hermaphrodite" and "From boy to hermaphrodtie 2". Read it first. This story describes theorchiectomy of an already penectomized eunuch | ` when charles visited us the first time, he said: please, help me, I am so
horny, I am unable to collect my thoughts. And really, his whole body
trembled. We undressed him immediately and - indeed - he was not a man, but a
marvellous eunuch. his muscular body was completely shaved and on his belly
there was not the slightest mark of a cock, not even a scar, whre it might
have been, not even e pee-hole. his belly ended immediately in his scrotum.
But his scrotum was really bizarre. It dangled down for at least 15 cm. His
testicles were big as eggs, but it has not been their weight causing this
elongation. Additional to his testicles his sack was filled with several heavy
glass marbles, clicking with each movement. Obviously it was impossible for
him to go in public unobstrusively. He lifted his big sack with its heavy
content and directly behind it we remarked his little peehole, only some
centimeters before his anus. Remarking our curiosity he got one of his
lecherous paroxisms. He groaned and closed his eyes, his body twitched and he
cried helplessly. Obviously cutting only the penis gives the eunuch an endless
toruture: His testicles and their testosterone preserve his lust but without
any erectile tissue, he is unable to quench the lust. In his unfulfilled lust
charles started to beat himself. We had fear, that he would hurt himselft and
so wie curcified him. His arms and legs widespread buckled at the cross, his
waist tied firmly by the leather straps, we lifted his heavy scrotum, the up-
and down-moving lesticles let the marbles click. Carefully we creamed the
surrounding of his peehole with rheumatic medicine and insertied a thin tube
only some centimeters we reached his prostate. Its irritation was sufficient
that the prostate immediately liberated itself form its content. Zhe semen ran
down in long jets creating an extendend white spot at the foot of the cross.
Charles relaxed, hanging exhausted in the buckles of the cross. We descented
him from the corss and in the afternoon we sewed him a scrotum suspensorium
from elastic fabric, fixed with straps on a girdle around his waist. We asked
him to sty permanently with us and so we witnessed that his lecherey returned
all four or five hours and without our help he needed often more than an hour
writhing in lust before the semen jetted in longlasting flow out of his little
peehole. At some days he produced half a pint of semen, which - filled up with
red wine - was our common evening drink. `
One a day he went to his surgeon with the wish to fill up his scrotum with
further marbles up to the weight of a pound. The surgeon agreed and we begged
him - considering charles' difficulties with his testosterone - to remove his
testicles at this occasion. The weight of his new scrotum now big as a ball
forced him to wear his scrotum suspensorium permantently. Some days later he
examined carefully his sack, unable to feel the testicles between all the
marbles. When also no further ejaculation and no further lecherous paroxisms
occured, he realized, that he was emasculated, orchiectomized and now a
complete eunuch - and he was happy. Naturally he was sad, that his former
lascivity had gone, but I consoled him by the promise that he would get my
semi-dandrogene gestagene. giving als me a controllable uninterrupted state of
arousal. And naturally it worked at him. After some months he had reserved his
former sexual pleasure, but with some side effects: The female hormone had let
grown his nipples to two centimeters and the thick swollen prominent aureole
gave his male body an arousing bizarre look.
To be continued. If interested, please write me (email:
[email protected]).
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 5,
"longest_sentence": 52,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 36,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
The debate | STRAIGHT | Who are superior, males or females? | The big debate
==============
Here it was, the big debate. The best minds in feminism (all female of course)
verses the best minds in society (2 male and 1 female).
John spoke first. He went for the very traditional line of male/female roles.
Child rearing. Nurturing instincts. It was well put together. A little dry
and heard before but a good opener.
Janet countered all these arguments with all the usual evidence on role
stereo-typing and gave plenty examples of cause and effect.
Mike was next. He was a bit more revolutionary. He went right back to
primitive societies. And rattled off, society after society where
males were 100% in charge.
Henrietta, came to the podiem next. She told of how women have never had a
chance to prove themselves. They have been over-powered by the devious
males through-out history. She says "Clothes are the main tool of man.
What do I mean? If a man's symbol of power over women is his penis.
Why does he hide it away. Simple. A man's balls is a far more potent symbol
of his weakness than his penis his strength. History started when man
got clothes, hid his weakness and started to treat women badly. Before this
time, women had the edge and treated men well. This fairness by women,
lead to their downfall. Next time, we wont be so fair. Think for a moment.
Men - if you get kicked in the balls what happens. Women - if you kick a
guy in his balls, what happens. We're taught not to do this at an early
age. It is a male society's taboo. I propose an experiment. All the ladies,
here, pick a guy and knee him in the balls. See what happens". With that she
sat down.
Aileen from the traditionalists stood up. "I've listened very carefully to
that well presented argument. A simple knee in the balls is a good starting
experiment as not many women or men have had that experience. Is it a male
represive educational act or is it women who dont want to be hit back?
I propose another experiment as well. A naked fight between a male and
female of similar background and age. I propose 2 acedemics would suffice."
She sat down.
Teresa stood up and asked the adjudicator to grant permission for the
experiments to take place now. "Permission granted".
The audience was
re-arranged so females and males were paired off. The males stripped below
the waste to remove their protective clothing and allow the ladies a more
accurate shot at their targets." Over a duration of a few seconds, each
male and female pair drew their breaths in preparation for the act. As some
pairs were breathing deep other males were screaming and falling to the
floor.
Henrietta thought "yes, I was right about that so far". A few pairs were
brought to the podium to tell of their experience. The males said
"The feeling of total weakness during the event. And the feeling of great
vulnerability after". The females quoted "The feeling of surprise,
wonderment and it was quite funny during the event. And the feeling, of
power and control after". All pairs were asked to write their descriptions
down for later assessment.
Now for the fight, Janet and Mike. Both were non-physical, out of shape.
Late 30s academics. They were stripped down. And faced each other naked.
They appologised to each other for what they were about to do. Mike
approached Janet and swung at her. She wasn't nimble but she got out of
the way. The second swing, clipped her on the head. She lost balance and
fell. She tried to clamber up. He grabbed her. She bit into his hand.
He removed his hand to try to remove the pain, more instinct than tactics.
His swinging genitals caught her eye. She released her jaw and kicked out
at his male parts. She missed but caught his penis with her toe-nail.
They withdrew to gain breath. He quickly checked his penis. The nail had
cut the flesh a little.
As he looked up from viewing his damage, he walked on to a punch from her.
It hit him in the face. He was more surprised than hurt. She followed it
up with a punch to the gut. He was hurt. In his pain he punched her.
It landed in her gut. She hit the floor. She started to crawl away but he
chased her. When he had almost caught her, she turned. She was close enough
to grab his genitals. She did. She grabbed his balls in her right hand.
She pushed his body with
her head, grabbed his legs with her left hand. He lost balance and fell
backwards. His legs hit her in the mouth as he fell. She let go of his
balls. The momentum of his fall, had dragged her hand from his balls. They
were hurt. She regained herself and looked up at his pained fallen body.
She crawled over to his genitals. Her final attack. Was it prime-eivil
instinct - she didn't know. She sunk her teeth into his penis.
The other women finally prized her from his cock.
Teresa took the stand again. Well, we finally have the answer.
"The penis, a man's symbol of man's power over women has been a long kept
disguise for a man's testicals, a symbol of women's power over man. For us
women the answer is easy. We must fight every male, uncover his weakness,
we must remove his power symbol, his penis and use his balls to torture
his freedom like he has tortured women for so long".
Great applause.
From that moment on, another question arose. Were Teresa's words a metaphor
or to be taken literally. Men, certainly do have a hard time of it these
days. That is if they are with a woman who does not pertain to the literal
meaning.
I myself, dont really pertain to the literal meaning. But, I do get lapses
of consciense and head of to St. Teresa's with one of my latest males. Poor
soles. I'm glad I dont have a penis, you never know when your going to
lose it. | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 40,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 114,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
THE WIFE's CHOICE -- A JOKE | PENECTOMY | AFTER AN ACCIDENT THE WIFE MAKES A CHOICE FOR HER AND HER HUSBAND. | << A man was in an accident and his penis was chopped off.
He was rushed to the hospital where the doctor examined him, and
after careful examination said, "We can replace it with a small
size for $2,000, a medium size for $5,000, or an extra-large size
for $10,000. I realize it's a lot of money, so take your time and
talk it over with your wife."
When the doctor came back into the room he found the man staring
sadly at the floor.
"We've decided," the man told him as he choked back tears. "My wife
says she'd rather have a new kitchen." | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 51,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 6,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
Punishment for a Repentent Pervert - Part I | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A flasher who is normally content with just exposing himself, goes one step too far and assaults a young woman. He is consumed with guilt and determined to prevent that happening again. He wishes to be castrated, but can he go through with it? | ` PART ONE `
Why did he do it? John couldn’t easily say. But for two months he had paid a
heavy price for his lust. Guilt hung over him like a heavy blanket he was
unable to shake off.
But soon, the waiting and the agony would be over. He disliked hospitals –
even smart private clinics like this one. Yet he was here out of choice.
It was his decision and his alone: to be castrated as a punishment for what he
had done and to stop him reoffending ever again.
They weren’t ready for him yet and the delay was agonising. He flicked through
the magazines but couldn’t concentrate. He sat there motionless, staring
fixedly at the wall, lost in thought, pondering his empty life.
John was 30, single and unemployed. He lived by himself in a small, run-down
bedsit on the outskirts of town. His grimy front window which he could never
bother to clean looked out on to the street outside.
Often he would fill the empty hours staring listlessly through the dirty glass
from behind net curtains.
It was usually fairly quiet. The occasional passer-by would stroll along – and
John would watch them absent mindedly. But one particular day, he took more
notice. A girl was walking along. She was around 17 with long blonde hair and
pretty blue eyes. She wore a white patterned dress with little pink sequins
braided into it. She looked happy and as the sun caught her dress, the sequins
twinkled.
There was a twinkle in John’s eye too. The light white fabric was no match for
strong summer sunshine which cut straight through it.
John stared in fascination at those strong slim legs beneath her skirt. But
looking at her wasn’t enough for him. John was a flasher. “Just one more
time,” he said to himself. He removed his jeans and underpants and grabbed his
pair of running shorts which he put on, forcing his semi erect penis inside
them.
And then, he slipped out of the door, gently closing it behind him. The girl
was approaching the end of the street. There were roads either side but
straight ahead was a dead end, save for a sandy path which led to woodland.
“Please go in the wood, please,” implored John as he silently ran after her.
He was in luck. She did so and John, panting in anticipation, caught her up
and ran straight past her.
Sarah thought nothing of it. He was just another jogger; two had already
huffed and puffed past her earlier on. As for her, she was in no hurry. She
was off for a nice walk through the woods, all alone save for the birds, the
butterflies and the trees.
John had kept jogging for a good way until the path led into thick woodland.
He looked around carefully. No-one was about. He stepped off the path behind a
tree which still afforded him a view of the route the girl would take.
John pulled down his shorts, almost ripping them as he struggled to push them
off his shoes. He threw them to the floor. He took his now erect penis into
his hand. He began to masturbate slowly and carefully, eyes fixed on the path.
Suddenly Sarah appeared and began to walk along it.
Part II to follow
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 29,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 51,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
New world - 3003 | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | In the future sperm is scarse. | New World.
==========
Mike, a scientist from the 20th century awoke. He opened his eyes slowly
to behold a group of women surveying him. He was naked. He asked them
where he was. The were surprised but told him "Medical Lab 1 - the year is
3003". He was stunned. They finished the medical examination and he got
dressed. Natashia escorted him on a tour of the faility.
She explained that men in this time, were not intelligent at all, and are
used for gene production only. Only a few males are produced each year.
The bulk of the population are female.
Over the next month Natashia and Mike had many conversations about the past
and present. Exchanging information. Natashia, then put it to Mike, that
his genes would be of benefit to society. It would be a pleasure retorted
Mike. Natashia then lead him to another lab. She asked him to strip. He
stripped. His penis stood to attention. She approached carrying a sheath.
She inserted his penis into it and flicked a switch. He felt light headed
as it stimulated his cock.
Natashia approached and gave him a shot of something in his arm. He felt
good. Her voice now sounded hipnotic. She told him to approach the table
and push his cock and balls through the ring standing on the edge. He
did as he was told. Natashia approached, looked at his organs and smiled.
She unhooked a wire from the ring edge and rapped it around the back of
his scrotum and then lifted it up and around his cock. Stand still she said.
He was not bound. He wanted to get away, but his body was not moving.
She smiled sweetly to him as she pulled the wire and severed his scrotum
and the his penis from his body. Mike's eyes shed tears as he watched
motionless as she de-sexed him. The de-sexing complete. She pushed him
away and attached a machine to his genitals.
Mike was carried out of the lab and on his way out - it was explained that
men cannot fulfill the gene requirement. But a machine supporting the male
sexual organs can. They thanked him for supporting the cause.
Natashia took him home. A few weeks passed by and Mike had totally forgiven
Natashia and they remained good friends. Talking about old times. | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 28,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 43,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
Thecia's bad day | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A short fantasy Thecia story. Of course it's fiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s bad day
My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m also an engineer
who works at various oil refineries around the world.
I woke on a Tuesday morning to a 4 AM phone call from an old and intoxicated
boy friend. After putting him in his place I returned to a furtive sleep until
my six o’clock alarm. I had an early morning pressure test on several miles of
new refinery pipeline. A successful test would mean a big bonus for me. There
were thousands of welds and hundreds of flanges, so a perfect test on the
first try was not likely. I stopped for my morning coffee, it turned out to be
cold and made wrong. The pipeline test failed in a slew of places. It was not
a good day.
On the way home from work I stopped at the supermarket to pick up a few
things. On my way out of the store I saw a pickup truck back out of a spot and
drag its bumper down the length of my car, causing a deep cut from the front
fender to the start of the back door. The truck just drove away. I got the
license number and took note or the unique decal in the back window.
I started to call 911 when my evil side popped up, I could make this day
better yet.
I learned from one of my cop friends that he was a low life petty criminal and
a town bully.
He lived in a nearby town at 23 Spooner Street (ironically the same address as
Peter Griffin)
He opened the door and asked of me “What do you want?” I told him that he hit
my car and I wanted him to stand up and take care of it.
His reply was, “Fuck you cunt!” as he tried to slam the door. My taser was a
little quicker than he was and in a nanosecond he was writhing on the floor in
tears. From the corner of my eye I spotted a battle scarred pit bull coming at
me. The taser had recharged and it put the dog on the floor with his master. I
hog tied the dog and cuffed the man before the affects wore off.
I cut the man’s clothes off to reveal a pretty impressive package, a cock that
was maybe a very thick eight inches and balls the size of lemons.
With practiced ease I put an elastrator band over his nuts and looped my
monofilament fishing line around his sack just below the band. He couldn’t see
what I was doing, but he knew it wasn’t a good thing. He said, “I’m going to
kill you, you fucking cunt.” I told him that somehow I didn’t think he would
have the balls to do that. I pulled the improvised wooden handles of my
garrote and in a flash his big balls bounced onto the seventies era shag rug.
He began to scream, “My Balls! My Balls.” but it was too late, his big nuts
were mine.
The pit bull was struggling mightily against his bonds. He was obviously used
in the fight ring. I wouldn’t put up with that either. Using exactly the same
method his canine nuts fell on the same outdated shag rug.
The day turned out to be not so bad after all. I had to pay for my own car
repairs, but it was worth it.
I stopped at a Greek diner on the way home and had a little spinach pie. It
hit the spot. Nutting always makes me hungry.
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
[email protected]
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 46,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 45,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
The Valentine's Present | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, MINOR | The boy's most horrible Valentine's wishes come thru, - with help from a box of chocolates. | The Valentin's Present
It was Valentine's Day evening.
The fire in the fire place blazed cheerfully and supplanted the February
night's cold. On a dais close to the fire place a naked boy was kneeling. Soft
silk ribbons pulled his hands toward the ceiling and kept his knees against
the rim of the dais – far apart. The flames endowed his light skin with a
golden cherry glow. He was very beautiful. A scarf around his head covering
his eyes had increased his sensitivity for the flames' crackling, the smell of
birchwood and for the finger, which caressed his inner thigh.
”How does it feel?” whispered the man into the boy's ear.
”I lo...”
”Shhh,” whispered the man. ”I love you too.”
The boy made a small twitch, as the finger reached his hairless genitals, and
his penis hardened by the light touch.
”Are you ready?” the man whispered. ”A box with chocolate and twelve small
notes. One for each of your years of living. Is that to be your Valentine's
present?”
The boy nodded eagerly.
”Taste this.” The man pressed a piece of chocolate against the boy's lips. He
took a bite.
”Coconut.”
The man tasted the chocolate. ”Yes, it is coconut.”
”Read the note,” said the boy.
The man found the note marked 'coconut', opened it and read. He smiled kindly
of the boyish handwriting, while he read aloud.
”Coconut: tie me to the bed and tickle me endlessly.”
”How sympathetic.” The man laughed and gave the boy's penis a little flick.
”There will be plenty of time for that.”
”One more,” the boy whispered in suspense.
The man put another piece of chocolate to the boy's mouth.
”Caramel.”
”Right,” the man confirmed. ”It is caramel.”
He read the note marked 'caramel'.
”Caramel: A whole night's caress, but I am not allowed to cum.”
”We both can have pleasure from that,” the man smiled.
The boy giggled, and for a moment they both laughed, until the echos of their
laughter died out , and the crackling fire again was the only sound.
”Enough for to night?” The man lightly squeezed the boy's genitals, but the
boy shook his head.
”Well, as you wish, here you have one more.”
The boy tasted the chocolate and hesitated. ”Strawberry.” But this time he did
not smile. The man took up the note named 'strawberry'. His voice got deeper
and more slowly while reading.
”Strawberry: 'Hang me upside down and whip my inner thighs with the bamboo
cane.'”
”Please, don't do it. Let me get off. I wrote it just for fun.” The boy was
close to crying.
”I know you,” then man replied. ”Exactly as you know me. You do nothing just
for fun. Your wishes are the same as mine. You wanted this Valentine's evening
to be something special."
”One more please, ” the boy said.
”As you wish. It is your Valentine's present."
A new piece of chocolate touched the boy's lips. Then his head moved back
abruptly.
”NO!” He cried. ”Let me choose another one!”
The man tasted the chocolate himself.
”It is vanilla,” he said, ”what can be so special about that?”
The sound of a letter being opened drowned for a moment the crackling fire.
For a long time he read in silence. The boy's face was pale as birch ash. When
the man spoke his voice was hoarse.
”The big prize.”
Tears ran down the boy's face.
”I didn't knew there was vanilla in the box,” he whispered.
”You wrote this lines with you most secret wishes. If you didn't wanted it,
you would not have written it.”
The man's mouth was close to the boy's ear, his fingers cupped the boy's
testicles while reading aloud.
”'Vanilla: In the cellar, naked and blindfolded. Licking your ass and sucking
your cock. My genitals tortured for two hours. Then the tip of my cock chopped
off, and my balls removed from scrotum. All kept in a jar. Screaming,
screaming through endless hours.”
”I didn't know,” the boy's voice was hardly audible.
”You didn't know there was vanilla in the box, but if you didn't want it, you
would not have written as you did, and you would not have arrived today, just
in the beginning of the vacation. You would not have told your parents, that
you were on winter holidays, with your classmates. You didn't know there was
vanilla in the box, but secretly you wanted it.”
The boy whimpered a bit and bowed his head accepting his fate. The man
loosened the silk ribbons holding the boy's hands and knees, then lifted his
lovely victim and went for the cellar. Soon, desperate shrieks from a boy in
unbearable pain rose through the dark house.
Several hours later the man came back. Alone. He was tired. The boy's last
hoarse prayer for mercy echoed in his ears. The fire had almost burned down.
He sat down and placed a little jar with the boy’s genitals on the table.
Absent-mindedly he took a piece of chocolate from the still-open box:
'Nougat,'" he established.
Without deeper thought he took the letter marked 'Nougat', and read:
”Nougat: A shoulder to cry on, a hug when I need it. A kiss when I want it.”
The man crumpled up the paper and threw it into the flames. A short flare and
it was gone.
”Happy Valentine's Evening,” he said to the empty room.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 47,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 97,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
My Friend Rob Gets Cut, Part Three | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The final part of my first story for the eunuch archive. More gentle than most of the stories here. | ` Copyright D.Reynolds `
Contact me at [email protected] (this address good as of 3-21-03)
Liz wrapped one hand around Rob's doomed balls and squeezed. "Relax as much as
you can," she said to him. "We have to wait fifteen to thirty minutes before
we can cut you."
Jessica held Rob's left hand while I held his right. "Your little guys are
being murdered right now, Dear," she said with a cruel grin.
"Is that right?" I asked, looking at Liz.
"Yes," Liz replied. "The moment I clamped him I crushed his cords. There is no
fresh blood supply to his testicles so, in reality, they're being killed as we
speak. If the clamp is not removed soon, they will be permanently damaged."
Despite my concern and sympathy for my friend, I could feel myself becoming
aroused. My body temperature rose, especially in my crotch. I kissed Rob
tenderly on the forehead and cheek and told him how proud I was of his
courage.
We all had drinks and made idle chitchat while waiting for Rob's testes to get
ready. I don't remember what we talked about. I was too aware of the
sensations in my own body. I felt very warm and I was very aware of my cunt.
Soon enough we were back at the kitchen counter. I got on top of the counter
with Rob and cradled his head in my lap, while Jessica and Liz got between his
legs. Jessica held the metal bowl while Liz brandished the knife. It was
somewhat like a fillet knife, having a narrow and very sharp blade.
Liz held up the weapon so Rob could see. "I am going to cut off your balls
now," she announced. "I think both you and Danni should see this." I raised
his back so he could observe the violence Liz was about to do to him. His head
rested against my shoulder.
I watched in awe as it happened. Liz brought the blade down next to his bag
and, in one fluid motion, sliced through the pinched skin, severing scrotum
and nads. Rob gasped and his eyes rolled back in agony. He passed out. Liz
dropped the scrotum into the metal bowl, emptying its gory contents while I
stared with fascination. I had no idea how much blood there was in a guy's
sack. Jessica found some pillows while Liz went to the sink with the knife and
the bowl.
I helped Jessica place the pillows underneath her husband's head and back,
then got off the counter and we joined Liz at the sink. Liz had already washed
the knife. Together, she and Jessica rinsed the blood out of the metal bowl
and cleaned off the balls and the scrotum. Without its former residents, the
sack looked wrinkled and pathetic. To my surprise, the testes were a bluish
purple color; I had expected them to be red.
I excused myself, trusting Liz and Jessica to look after Rob. After all that I
had seen, I needed some time alone. The drive home was like an annoying erotic
daydream--I felt a dull ache in my sopping pussy the whole way and there was
nothing I could do about it but grit my teeth. Once home, I lost no time in
tearing off my clothes and climbing into bed with my favorite dildo. I
furiously fucked myself to a screaming orgasm over and over, replaying the
moment of Rob's nutting in my mind. After a half dozen climaxes (I lost count,
actually), I collapsed in exhaustion.
For the next couple of days I felt sick with guilt. My best friend had lost
his virility and I had got off to it. I talked to a psychiatrist friend of
mine about it and she brought me back to reality. She helped me see that it
was the sexuality of the castration and not Rob's suffering that I had found
so exciting. My behavior had been perfectly normal. There was no reason for me
to be ashamed.
I still see Rob on a regular basis and we still fuck when he is able to get it
up. Mostly he goes down on me. Orally pleasuring a woman is more fulfilling
for him now than ever because he no longer needs to cum. Occasionally I miss
the flavor and aroma of his semen, but I relish the new intimacy we enjoy.
We're almost like brother and sister now. Rob doesn't have any regrets; He no
longer feels bad when another man fucks his wife and he enjoys our new
relationship. And Jessica? She keeps his balls pickled in a jar in her closet,
and his scrotum has become a handsome purse.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 38,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 61,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Boys' Day at John F. Kennedy Middle School, A report by Nancy Carrigan and Susana Washington | STRAIGHT, MINOR | Two girls write a report. | ` Boys' Day `
Nancy Carrigan
Susana Washington
Grade 6
Ms. Van Patten
March 21, 2047
Boys' day is a very important day in the school year. Boys' day happens every
March, just before Spring Break. We celibrate boys during Boy's Day. Not all
boys are treated the same during Boys Day. Principal Andrews decides who will
stay boys and who will change to men. She uses several different things to
decide. She uses the national standards test. She uses the recommendation of
our teachers. She uses a doctor's report. Then she makes a list.
Me and Susana Washington were allowed to observe during boys' ceremony. We had
to be quiet and serious. During gym class the boys take a shower first,
instead of last. Then they line up in the gym. They are not allowed to wear
clothes, even underwear. Principal Andrews then reads the first names on her
list. Those boys are excused. Boys that are excused are very smart or very
good athletes (Go Panthers!) or both. Those boys go to the library. The other
boys get help to stay boys. Staying a boy is good. We know that before boys'
days started, there was lots of war and crimes in the world. Now it is better.
Those boys stay in the gym. Ms. Andrews calls their names one by one and they
come up to a table. They bend over the table and Nurse D'matio feels between
their legs. Boys have a scrotum. Nurse D'matio feels their scrotum to find
their cords inside. Nurse D'matio puts a small tool like a sissors against the
cords. She steps on a button on the floor and electricity burns the cords. The
cords would bring bad chemicals to the boys' bodies that should be stopped.
When Nurse D'matio pushes the button the boys jump and gasp. Some of the boys
cry and then Ms. Andrews teases them. The other boys tease them too. Because
Billy Laurens has a long scrotum and his cords were easy to find, Nurse
D'amatio let us do Billy. We both felt Billy's cords. We pushed them to the
back of his scrotum. I held them there and Susana put the zapper on them. The
zapper clamps them from both sides. When the cords were clamped I stepped on
the button. Billy jumped, and the sack rolled around and got smaller. Nurse
D'matio says that is the balls trying to get away, but they can't. We thanked
Nurse D'amatio and Billy for letting us try the zapper. When we took the
zapper away, Nurse D'amatio showed us two white spots. That is where the
electricity went through Billy's scrotum. She said Susana and I did a good
job.
After the boys' ceremony the boys put their gym clothes on. They get small ice
bags to put between their legs. They sit in the gym bleachers and Principal
Andrews told them how proud she was of them. Then they eat cake and ice cream.
Susana and I then returned to girl's gym. Later there is an assembly and
Principal Andrews and some High School students gave a presentation on how
important boys are.
In June Nurse D'amatio will come back to boy's gym and check that all the
boys' cords are burned. She said we should come back and check if Billy's
balls are still there. She showed us how Billy's balls were firm and seperate
just after we burned his cords. In June they should be mushy and mixed
together. That is the way boys' balls should be, but they need help.
Thank you Principal Andrews and Nurse D'amatio for letting us see the boys'
ceremony for our report on holidays in our country.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 37,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 60,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Gladiators Pt. III | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES | The galdiator game reach their conclusion. How will Claudius fare? Will HIS balls pay the price of his opponant\'s victory? | ` GLADIATORS: Part III `
CLAUDIUS HAD BEEN outstandingly lucky so far in his series of Gladiator
contests. He had already dispatched two worthy opponents and had taken their
manhood in bloody emasculation. Now, as he stood before the Emperor, he
wondered what challenge now lay ahead. “Well done, loyal slave,” the Emperor
smiled. “Your next challenge will be trial by lance.” Claudius looked to the
far side of the arena where his next opponent was already entering through the
heavy wooden door: a lithe, strapping young hunk, named Marcello, completely
naked and defended only be a leather shield in his left hand and a sharp iron-
tipped wooden lance in his right. A noble threw down a lance in front of
Claudius. He picked it up and stood spread-legged in the middle of the arena
waiting his adversary.
Marcello came running toward him at full gait, the lance held high and his
shield protectively covering his naked belly and genitals. In a moment they
were at it, each seeking the slightest chink in the other’s defense. Lance
rapped against lance as each sought an opening exposing a vital part of the
other’s body. Claudius jabbed a hard thrust at Marcello’s gut, but he handily
warded it off to one side and it merely glanced past his protective shield.
Now it was his turn, and he thrust it as hard as he could directly at
Claudius’ massive heaving breast, trying to pierce his pounding heart. But
Claudius, too, managed to side step the lethal weapon and now they faced one
another off once again. A quick thrust by Marcello nearly brought disaster to
Claudius! He gasped as he felt a sharp burning pain in his left muscular thigh
as the sharp lance tip pierced and tore a ragged gash in the bronzed
glistening flesh.
But it cost Marcello, too. His aggressive thrust put him momentarily in a
vulnerable position which Claudius was quick to take advantage of. A glancing
swipe tore open Marcello’s left leg from the groin to thigh. Marcello cursed,
but was thankful that it had spared his bulging young nuts by inches. Now they
fell upon each other with wild fury. Another glancing thrust produced a
superficial gash along Marcello’s trim, heaving belly just below the navel.
However, he returned the parry with a vicious jab that very nearly emasculated
Claudius! As it was, it tore open the bottom of his left sac, exposing the tip
of his raw testicle. He looked down at the blood running down from his groin
in horror as he saw the damage done to his most precious possession. In some
crazy way it stirred up his whole sexuality and he found himself actually
getting an erection! The engorged tip of his cock was protruding slightly from
its protective skin covering. DAMN! He certainly wanted no attention drawn to
his naked genitals!
He saw Marcello’s eyes sparkle with eager anticipation as they were drawn to
his burgeoning sex.. He lunged, lance held at mid-body level. Claudius parried
and thrust his lance, but he was off balance and it embedded itself in the
hard ground and snapped in two. Claudius cried in anguish and fear as Marcello
pressed forward. He tripped and fell backward and lay there, belly up, with
his legs pinned under him, spread wide apart exposing his hardening cock and
ripe balls and thrust-up belly. With a blood-curdling yell, Marcello stepped
up with his lance held aloft, seeking to thrust it deep into his waiting
crotch. With almost super-human desperation, Claudius waited until Marcello
was over his prone body. The he grasped the ragged end of his broken lance and
thrust it up into Marcello’s tender groin, lifting him completely off the
ground, his nuts flopping and his cock sticking straight out. Marcello’s war-
cry turned into an agonizing scream as the jagged wood entered his ass-hole
and plunged deep into his bowels, ripping the tender lining as it forced its
way nearly up to his belly. Marcello was already mortally wounded as he lay
there, spread-eagled on the blood-soaked ground.
Claudius stood over him in triumph and looked toward the Emperor’s pavilion
for his pleasure. Nero smiled and turned his thumb downward Marcello’s fate
was sealed. Claudius had earned the prize. With a deep, evil laugh, he reached
down toward the stricken youth’s big hairless nuts which now hung down deeply
between his spread legs. Marcello’s eyes bugged out as he saw him grasp his
naked cajones in his huge meaty right hand. He knew what was in store for him!
There would be no mercy. In a moment his precious young manhood was going to
be taken from him forever. His eyes tracked every movement as they focused on
his already bulging testicles in their pulsing, shiny bag.
The veins stood out like small cords on the skin surface of his ball sac and
shaft. In hideous fascination, he watched the fingers tighten on his nut-sac
and begin to twist and pull the fragile organs upward. A piercing scream left
his gaping open mouth as he felt them stretched to their very limits—and then
begin to tear. Claudius was almost ecstatic as he felt the warm genitals
straining from the security of their groin. A second twist and Marcello’s eyes
grew frantic. A final twist, and he felt the inner cords and delicate sperm
tubes rupture and then the smooth hairless skin began to tear as the entire
sac of nuts was slowly but inexorably ripped from his crotch. He braced his
right foot on Marcello’s thigh and pulled with all of his might. Marcello’s
crotch erupted with blood and spattered sperm as the bag tore free and he held
the liberated balls in his fist! For the final humiliation, he stuffed the
still warm nuts into Marcello’s screaming mouth, the tissue strangling him
with his own manhood. Then he raised his broken lance and with one last mighty
thrust, sent it deep into young Marcello’s navel. It pierced his heaving
belly, skewering him to the ground.
Claudius had won his three matches. He stroked his rock-hard prick and fondled
his wounded balls. They would heal! He was now free from further contest that
afternoon. Perhaps forever if he found favor with the lustful Nero who had
watched the spectacle with obvious fascination. But then, Nero had a way of
exacting his own special satisfaction from his gladiators when he was finished
with them!
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 60,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 68,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
Forever | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A young man goes through a couple of initian rites! | The wars had been over for quite a number of years. Men, in their
wisdom, had stored enough sperm to last for generations. Then they
met WOMYN. Prudence led to destruction...ultimately the penis won
the war for womyn.
RAPE is a cry that must be abolished.
Sevaral solutions had been considered;
Piercing the penis and chaining it to a navel piercing was a popular
solutio...it did NOT work. That digusting protrusion still existed
.
There was a plan though.
After much debate it was decided that all males would be confirmed as
"Beneath Humane". Then, their fully exposed testicles would be
available for anyone to kick,spit jackboot or anything else at.
After that, assuming the worms survived the screams, The first
mystery,
A Marine basic shower from head to neck. Basic traning has a
punishment. That Womyn with hia razor blade around the family...HEY!
That's clooooooooooooooose. The Private was so proud...My first
nutting. She played "The Nutcracker" afterwards.
Part II follows...
. | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 29,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 18,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
Purses Made of Bale Sacks -- True Story From Local Paper in Southern California | Other: Everyone | Unique purses made from real ball sacs! | Date Thursday, Dec 24, 1998
From the Weird News Section of a paper hear in Southern California!
WIRE SERVICE REPORT
Woman makes unique purses
GLENPOOL, Okia. —Heather Joy thinks she’s found a way to a cowgirl’s
heart. She makes hand-crafted bags from bufl scrotums.
The cost of each of her True Cowgirl’s Purses de-pends
on whether the bag is personalized, hand-dyed or is adorned
with silver or brass. The bags start at $110.
The raw material is hard to come by, she said, be-cause there aren’t
that many processing plants in the area that handle bull scrotums.
“I have to wait three months to get a dozen,” Joy said Tuesday.
Anyone knowing how to contact this lady please contact me cause i
would love to obtain one of these purses. | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 33,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 9,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Stealing the Crown Jewel | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | ` It was such a long time ago. I stole only from the males. I was rich and
beautiful. But unhappy. I was not yet thirty but seemed to have peaked in
life. What else was there to do, to prove? I had enough money to remain rich
for life. So what? I was bored. `
I was also bitchy. My lover Camile finally had enough. "Why don't you go steal
the Crown Jewel of the Maledom Kingdom? That would be big enough even for
you!"
Now that's a challenge. Nobody knew what it was. Everything really was a
talltale. One thing for sure. It was NOT the stuff those kings wore during
coronation or state banquets. They were "Royal Jewels" and called by that name
in all Maledom publications. In fact, most people thought it was an invention
of Amazon imagination. Where to start?
The king, of course. Camile and I rented a small house in a fashionable
neighborhood close to the Maledom Palace. We told people we were Amazon
artists coming to study their arts. At night, I got into the palace and
stalked the king.
Fortunately, he slept in the same room every night. They were partying. The
king returned to his bedchamber with four women. They began to make love....
I soon found something that interested me a lot more than the jewels. The king
had an unbelievable appetite for sex. Every night he fucked at least three
women. They all moaned and groan so loudly that I could hear them outside. And
they did not fake it. The day after, they all walked with a limp.
Camile did not believe me. Nobody ever heard of a cock like that. I simply had
to go in and see it for myself.
In the bedchamber there was an odd corner covered by a heavy tapestry. It was
built to make the place look good on the outside and no one had any use for
the space. It was perfect for me.
I got in with lots of time to spare. They were partying somewhere in the
garden. Only a sleepy eunuch was there to keep the fire going.......
The King returned with four women. He stripped the blonde. The redhead took
off his gown. Then he took off a small thing hanging from the belt and put it
under his balls. It was a jewelry piece shaped like a spider. The body of the
spider was a huge ruby; the legs were gold. He chanted something and the
spider legs closed together, trapping his balls. The ruby began to glow. So
did his cock....... He did not take it off until the next morning, after his
bath. And the thing went straight back to the belt.
I simply had to steal this thing. If nothing else, to prevent more women from
being ravaged. Camile and I talked about it for hours. It was obviously
magical. But we knew no magic. I could not wait for the long trip back home to
ask the priestesses, if they did not call me crazy first. And did they know
this magic at all? I had to steal it. I was too keyed up.
"I have to cut it off. There is no other way."
Camile did not like it a bit. I was used to stealing things and was gone for
hours before anyone knew something was missing. This time, I would be there
when hell broke loose. But what other choice was there?
I checked out the palace for escape routes and hiding places. It took a month.
It was hard to control the urge to go back to the bedchamber for a second
look. Camile helped a lot with the planning.
The king returned with three beauties. He stripped the blonde.....Finally they
were all exhausted and fell asleep.
I waited another hour before coming out of the corner. First I put sleeping
potion beneath their noses, with an extra generous dose for the king. Then I
tied their wrists and ankles to the bed posts with strong silk ropes. As soon
as they moved, they would pull the knots tight. Then I loop more ropes around
them. They woudl become one big mess. That gave me a few extra minutes.
I was ready. But I hesitated. The ruby was still glowing. The cock was huge,
far bigger than the couple of slave I enjoyed in the pleasure houses. I
reached out to hold it. It was still hot and hard, pulsing in my hand. I was
facinated.
One quick stroke and the cock-ball came off. I put a metal clamp on the base
of the cock to keep the blood in and keep it big. The spider legs opened and I
almost dropped it. They went into the soft leather pouch on my belt and I was
out of there in seconds.
Three minutes later, the alarm drums were sounded. Doom, doom, doom.... I
forced myself to slow down ....
It took me three hours to get home. One look on my face told Camile
everything. The sight of that cock got her so excited that she dragged me to
bed at once. It took two hours of continuous orgasm to calm her down.
It was a wonderful month. We had to stay before the hunt for the jewel thief
cooled down enough for us to go home. Camile preserved the cock. It would be
my only tropy from this last and biggest steal. I was going to donate the
Crown Jewel to the temple. Later, we made a lot of sausages for the long
journey back to Amazonia. We put the cock into one. I wore the Crown Jewel
between my breasts. I doubt if any soldier guarding the city gate knew what it
was.
And that jewel is still in the temple.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 25,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 113,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
|
Throwin' You A Party | GAY, TESTICLES, old joke | I modified an old farm joke for the EA. I hope the open ended humor is acceptable and enjoyable. Again, this is not to be shared with minors. | A farmer hires Little Johnny one summer to help around the farm. They bale the
hay, culivate the corn and 'nut' the bull calves.
At the end of the summer the farmer says, "Little Johnny,since you have done
such a fine job here this summer,I am going to throw a party for you."
Little Johnny says, "Right on, thanks a lot man!"
So the farmer says, "Well you better be able to handle a few beers because
there will be lotsa drinkin'going on."
Little Johnny says, "Hey,I can drink just as much as anyone else so I should
do just fine."
And the farmer adds, "There is also going to be a lot of fightin' so I hope
you are ready."
Little Johnny responds, "I have been working hard all summer and I think I am
in pretty good shape."
"One more thing," says the farmer. "Did I mention that there will be lotsa
sex?"
"Far out!" says Little Johnny. "I have been out here all summer and I have
been dying for some action. What should I wear to this party?"
The farmer says, "I don't care...it's just going to be the two of us and the
burdizzo!"
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": false,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 39,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 16,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
Mother and Daughter - Part Five. | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The final chapter. | ` When Marco awoke, he found himself in Marie's room, naked, his wrists and
ankles bound by rope to the bedposts. `
Before him stood Celeste and her daughter, who was crying as her mother held
her close to her.
Surrounding the bed were the servants girls of the house, all young adults in
age, all of them waiting for Marco's punishment with excitement.
"I hope you enjoyed your many sexual conquests," said Celeste. "for my
daughter's was your last."
"...what happened to me? what is going on?" Marco asked.
"You passed out, Marco," replied Celeste. "I laced your drink with a powerful
sleeping medication."
"...Why? Why are you doing this to me?" he said.
"Don't pretend as if you aren't aware of what you did to my daughter last
night. I know how you treated her." replied Celeste.
"Mother, stop it!" yelled Marie. "Let Marco go, please!"
"No!" replied Celeste. "I will do nothing of the sort! He must be punished for
how he treated you! He must!"
Upon saying this, the servant girl, Juliette, removed a rather large and
extremely sharp knife taken from the kitchen.
Marco was unable to hide his fear at this point. Nor could Marie hide her's.
"What is she going to do mother?" Marie asked frantically. "What is Juliette
going to do to him?!"
"Not her, my lovely daughter..." replied Celeste. "You."
"What do you mean, mother?!" she asked. "What am I going to do?!"
"For Marco's punishment for sleeping with you, I've decided to have him
castrated," replied Celeste, "and for your punishement for allowing him,
you're going to do it."
"What?!, No, mother!" Marie screamed through her tears. "I won't! I won't! You
can't make me!"
"If you don't castrate him, Marie...I will cut his throat." Celeste said. "You
you rather him live, or die? Either way, he'll be of no use to you."
"No, mother...I can't do it."
"Take the knife, Marie," said Celeste. "Take it, or he dies here and now."
Juliette handed Marie the knife which she reluctantly took in her quivering
hand, and turned to Marco who was filled with fear.
"Do it, Marie." said Juliette.
"No, Marie..." pleaded Marco. "Please don't..."
"I'm sorry..." said Marie as she approached Marco.
"I'll always remember you."
Marie took Marco's scrotum in her hand, the tenderness of her touch was
soothing.
As she cried, Marie placed the cold steel of the knife to the skin of his sac
and began to cut - the blade slicing through the flesh with ease, his blood
from the severed flesh began to stain the bedsheets - and then it was
finished.
Marco had been castrated, and it was Marie who now held his testicles in her
hand.
"Let this be a lesson to you," said Celeste. "let this be a lesson to the both
of you."
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 54,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 55,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
how i was castrated (true) [S] | `
# how i was castrated (true)
By: HAPPY AT HOME
([[email protected]](http://web.archive.org/web/20100316184816/mailto:[email protected]))
Post [
feedback](http://web.archive.org/web/20100316184816/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/feedback.htm)
for this author or
review this story for Archive readers.
[TESTICLES] Other:
how i was castrated by my wife
* * *
`
[A -
H](http://web.archive.org/web/20100316184816/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/alpha1.html)
[I -
P](http://web.archive.org/web/20100316184816/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/alpha2.html)
[Q -
Z](http://web.archive.org/web/20100316184816/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/alpha3.html)
[Newest
Files](http://web.archive.org/web/20100316184816/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/newfiles.html)
* * *
IT WAS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT WE HAD JUST DONE THE OUTSIDE CHORES
INCLUDING A FEW CASTRATIONS OF SOME MALE GOAT BABIES BY ELASTATOR
BANDS AFTER A SHOWER AND SOME T.V. WE TURNED INTO BED... AFTER A
WHILE OF TALKING ABOUT OUR DAYS MY WIFE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID,
HONEY I WONDER WHAT A MANS TESTICLES LOOK LIKE INSIDE? I SAID I
GUESS LIKE AN ANIMALS IN SOME WAY. BUT HONEY I NEVER SEE WHAT THEY
LOOK LIKE WE ALWAYS USE ELASTATOR BANDS... SO AFTER A WHILE I SAID
DO YOU WANT TO CASTRATE ME?? SHE THOUGHT FOR A MINUTE THEN SAID
WILL IT HURT YOU BAD?? I SAID I DON'T KNOW... BUT WE COULD PUT ON
THE ELASTATOR BAND TILL THE TESTICLES DIE THEN CUT THEM OFF...
COULD I CUT THEM OPEN AND EXAMINE THEM, SHE ASKED I GUESS SO I
SAID... SHE WENT AND GOT THE ELASTATOR BAND PLYERS AND PUT A GREEN
BAND ON THE FOUR POLES AND SQUEEZED THE GRIP AND WORKED MY BALLS
INTO THE LOOP THEN LET THE PRESSURE OFF SLOWLY. AS THE BAND
TIGHTENED AROUND MY SACK, IT HURT A LITTLE THEN ALOT AFTER 30
MINUTES MY BALLS WERE HURTING REAL BAD THEN IN ABOUT AN HOUR I
COULD FEEL MY BALLS GETTING REAL NUMB AND WERE A TERRIBLE SHADE OF
PURPLE ALMOST BLACK.. THEN IN ANOTHER HOUR THERE WAS NOTHING SHE
HIT MY BALLS AND I FELT NOTHING... SHE WENT AND GOT A SHARP KNIFE
AND SOAKED THEM IN ALCOHOL AND WASHED MY DEAD BALLS WITH IT ALSO
THEN SHE CUT THROUGH THE SACK BELOW THE BAND HOLDING MY SACKED
BALLS SHE SAID SO THESE ARE WHAT MADE OUR CHILDREN!! AFTER ALL I
WAS NOW 57 AND SEX WAS NO BIG DEAL TO EITHER OF US SO NO BIG DEAL..
SHE THEN EMPTYED THE SACK ON A BOARD I TOLD HER TO SKIN THE OUTSIDE
SKIN OFF FIRST SHE DID... AND THERE THEY LAY TESTICLE & EPIDIDIMIS
ALL TO LOOK AT... SHE THEN TOOK ONE BALL AND CUT IT OPEN AND THE
FLUID RAN OUT WITH TINY TUBES ALL LOOPED UP IN IT.. SHE LOOKED AT
ME WITH A BIG SMILE AND SAID LOOK HONEY YOUR SPERM IS RUNNING OUT
OF THIS BALL... SHE WAS SO TURNED ON AND TO MY SURPRISE I GOT A
HARD ON. SHE SUCKED ME HARD SAYING WHAT EVER SPERM IS LEFT IN YOUR
PROSTATE IS MINE... I LICKED HER PUSSY WHILE SHE SUCKED MY DICK I
COULD FEEL MY CUM STATING TO ERUPT AS SHE MOANED IN A FANTASTIC
ORGASM.. LIKE I HAVE NEVER SEEN HE DO. AS SHE LICKED UP THE LAST
DROP OF MY SPERM SHE SMILES AND SAID HONEY I HAVE NEVER HAD SUCH AN
ORGASM... SHE WENT OUT AND CAME BACK WITH A JAR OF ALCOHOL AND PUT
MY REMAINING BALL IN IT AND SAID I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE
WONDERFUL SACRIFICE YOU MADE TO ME...AND NOW LOOKING BACK I NEVER
MISSED HAVING BALLS AS I TAKE A LOW DOSE OF TESTOSTERONE WHEN WE
WANT SEX... SHE ALWAYS LOOKS AT MY REMAINING TESTICLE IN THE JAR ON
THE SHELF AS WE FUCK EACH OTHER...
[Return To The Eunuch
Archive](http://web.archive.org/web/20100316184816/http://www.bmeworld.com/eunuch/index2.htm) | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 50,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 46,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
||
Horrible testicle torture | STRAIGHT | The spy has his balls tortured- but won't tell | Story text removed - copied from an existing work of fiction that is not an EA
story, but rather a published work.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": false,
"max_nested_clauses": 1,
"longest_sentence": 26,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 2,
"is_complex": false,
"reasons": [],
"score": 0
} | 0 | false |
Temptation Island | BI, TESTICLES | girls' reunion and sexual adventure on far away island | The seaplane came to a stop on the pier. We were met by the hostess. “Welcome
to Temptation Island. I am Erica and will be your hostess.” The island was
beautiful. I was glad that Brandie suggested coming here for our reunion. We
had not been together as a group for five years, since we graduated from
college. We used to be together all the time. I was glad that the feeling was
still there.
The first night Erica took us to a club. It was wonderful. There were lots of
hot guys. Then came the strip shows, both guys and girls. We were so hot we
ended up in bed together, the six of us. I was glad that the feeling was still
there.
Erica said that she wanted to go back to that club. Every other day was lady-
only night. After seeing the guys available on this island, we were all ready.
As soon as we walked in, we felt the mood was different. There were some
really good looking guys slowly stripping on stage. And we enjoyed the show.
Fifteen minutes later, the DJ announced the first special of the night. And
all these women took out loops of thin silk ropes. Erica came prepared. She
gave us the loops and explained the rules. The first one to catch a cock or
balls got to take the stripper to the room in the back for half an hour.
Everyone moved as close to the stage as she could. A gorgeous stripper came on
stage. It took him two songs to get down to the g-string. At the beginning of
the third song, the g-string came off and the loops of silk ropes flew towards
the swaying cock. In two minutes, it was caught. That lucky blonde reeled him
in, let him out, reeled him in again…. Finally, at the end of the song, she
dragged him off to the little room in the back. She had 30 minutes. Susan just
could not control herself. She kept screaming: “I need to catch one.”
We were so clumsy with the ropes. We had no chance. But an hour and two
specials later, Erica caught a cock. She told us to come along. Thirty minutes
was not much. But we all needed a cock so badly. Shannon said: “He won’t last
thirty minutes.” Erica told her: “Don’t worry. He will. I come prepared.” As
soon as we were in the little room with the huge bed, Erica took out a metal
cock ring and put it on the cock. We took turn riding it, and loving each
other. Holly was the last one to fuck and she took off the cock ring, letting
it shoot loads of creamy hot cum into her. We had no more success that night
and returned home to an orgy ourselves.
The place became an obsession. Everyday we practiced with the silk ropes and
made love. Every other night we went there to catch a cock. On other nights,
we picked up guys in the club and brought them back to the house for marathon
fucking sessions. They were all handsome guys, but the strippers’ cocks were
so much bigger. We were getting better. We were regularly catching cocks in
lady‘s night.
We were in the club again. The first special came on and everyone threw her
loop. Alicia caught the cock and a second later, another blonde caught the
balls. They had a tug of war. The guy was down on the floor, twisting in pain
between them. The club was in an uproar. Everyone was either cheering for
Alicia or that blonde. Half way through the song, the blonde jerked the balls
off. The ball sac flew back and hit her face. The cheering was thunderous.
We were all in a lousy mood when we went to the hospital. Surprisingly the
guy, JohnJohn, was OK. He said that he wanted to get rid of his balls for a
while but could not get up the courage to have it done. Now, he could use
testosterone patches and last much longer. Most importantly, the women did not
have to worry about get pregnant by accident. Two days later he was discharged
from the hospital and we invited him to stay with us. We totally lost the mood
to return to that club. The love making was a lot more leisurely. JohnJohn was
very popular among the strippers and many of them visited, and stayed for some
love making. He was right. He could get it up as hard as it could be with the
patches, and lasted a lot longer without balls.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 30,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 79,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Just Four Slices and a Laugh | TESTICLES | [This is adult fiction, and it only happened in my mind. It is not for minors, and it should not be posted at sites they frequent. It is a very short little story; a quick read if you will, and not much more. No plot. No theme. But still, fitting, a gift perhaps, for the reader who needs the quick \'hit\'. As always, feedback is appreciated by the author. If you read it and enjoy it, please take the time and effort to let me know. If you hate it, I\'d like to know that too. Thanks. Please don\'t post this elsewhere or distribute it without the author\'s permisson. [email protected]] | ` Just Four Slices and a Laugh `
I stared, and my heart raced. The young man was around twenty, and they had
him tied well. His legs were pegged out wide, and he was bent over the chair,
and they were holding him, for me, and for my knife. His hands were bound
together, up, high, behind his back and with a loop of rope over his neck, to
keep them up and out of my way. Of course, he was struggling, the way they
always do. I gripped his fat sac anyway, and felt the firmness of his balls,
the hairs on his sac sprouting over it like a miniature forest.
His cock was fat, and jutting down, beneath his legs. He looked back, and
watched me, and then he grunted as I raised my knife and pushed it up against
his balls. He had light brown hair, and deep brown eyes, and I noticed he had
a good growth of hair on his legs. His hole puckered, and his ass tightened.
His nipples were pierced, and he wore the single earring that is so popular
these days. He was a stud, and yet he knew what was coming and he knew it
would happen. I stared at his mustache that he was trying to grow, and then I
looked at his balls and contemplated the connection. I had the thought he
didn't look good with a mustache.
He screamed then, into his gag, and his eyes bugged out as I began the cut. Of
course, they held him fast, and I watched his ass rise up and down then and he
jerked against the ropes and fought like an animal. Yes, he struggled and
jerked and writhed and squirmed as I took his sex. Still, he was easy to nut;
I just took my knife and sawed it, back and forth, back and forth and into his
sac a quarter of an inch at a time.
Like most boys who have balls with hair, he ejaculated then, the way they
usually do, and even so, his eyes went even wider and he grunted from the pain
and the misery that my knife was giving to him. I don’t know...it only lasted
a short time, although for him perhaps it felt like an eternity. Still, before
he had finished squirting out his wad in lines of cream on the floor, I had
stolen his balls; castrated him like a piece of livestock. Four good strokes
with the knife; that's all, just four and then it was done. I took his sac and
his balls with just four slices and a laugh.
[Authors note: © Copyright March, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied
without the consent of the author.]
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 47,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 28,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Freed from a small-dicked husband | STRAIGHT | A true story about my husband and his castration | ` I married my husband when I was 18. I had a few lovers but not many before
getting married. I never really experienced life though. `
My husband, who is 10 years older then me, put me thru school as a veterinary
assistant and did his best to satisfy me in bed. Without much success.
After graduating I went to work for a very sweet and gorgeous vet who from day
one was VERY friendly with me.
I worked there for almost 3 months before I ended up succumbing to the
temptation and sleeping with Dr. Mike. WOW! I never realized what sex could
be. He was hung, almost 9 inches and had balls twice the size of my husbands.
From then on I couldn't get enough. I slept with Dr. Mike for almost 8 month's
before my husband found out. Rather then being angry, he was almost relived.
He knew he was under endowed and told me how much he would love to watch. From
then on, i let him watch me and a parade of studs.
As time went by he started becoming almost jealous and began interfering with
my activities. He wasn't jealous of the sex just the time spent with other
men.
I love my husband very much but knew I would never be happy giving up my
lifestyle.
I began suggesting castration to him as an alternative and in no time we did
the deed.
Now my eunuch husband and I are very happy and I have castrated 7 other men
for a variety of reasons, all at their implicit request of course.
I would definetly reccomend it as an option for those in the right situations.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 32,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 22,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
Gnorrid the Warrioress - Background Fantasy - Long - 4 of 4 | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Continued from Part 3Conclusion | ` Gnorrid the Warrioress - Background Fantasy - Long - 4 of 4 `
The Broken World
For over two centuries after the defeat of the desert invaders the Regency
enjoyed a period of relative peace and prosperity. There were few conflicts
with tribes of primitives on the borders except for the usual slave raids.
Although there were many intrigues and conspiracies against the Emperor (as
the Supreme Regent was now called), Such conflicts were generally beyond the
notice of the general populace. Order and stability seemed to flow downward
from the high throne of the Regency.
Supported by the Emperor, the priests of Dhradumus continued to eliminate all
vestiges of Goddess worship from the Regency. They replaced the razed temple
complexes of the Sisterhood with great temples, monasteries, and compounds of
their own. Everywhere there were elaborate works of architecture dedicated to
Dhradumus. The Hierophant of Dhradumus (the highest priest and head of their
order) had an elite guard, chosen from the best imperial troops to enforce his
edicts and Dhradumian law. The Empire and the Priesthood of Dhradumus were
entwined and operated as one.
The internal struggle for power and ascension to the imperial throne continued
to escalate, however. There were assassinations and attempted assassinations,
and during some periods the high office of Emperor would change hands often.
It started being said that the most dangerous job in the Regency was that of
sitting on the high throne. Nonetheless, men continued to vie for ascendancy
to that high office.
Finally, open conflict broke out among factions and various cities began
fortifying themselves against their rivals. Accustomed to prosperity fueled by
unrestricted flow of goods and commerce across the Empire, few provinces were
self sufficient. The internal wars between rival factions and provinces (who
took to calling themselves kingdoms once more) disrupted the communication and
transportation network of the Regency. The prosperity and affluence collapsed
almost overnight.
At first there were riots and conflagrations, then there was mass starvation
and plagues. It is said that during these dark years of the collapse over half
the population of the Regency perished. Leaders of various provinces
reorganized themselves once again into small kingdoms and warfare was almost
continuous. Amidst it all, however, the order of the priests of Dhradumus
remained intact. Furthermore, they enjoyed immunity from military action, just
as had the Sisterhood in the past age. Pillaging soldiers would not lay a hand
upon a priest or a temple of Dhradumus.
The Hierophant was chosen by a council of elders and he enjoyed considerably
more stability than did the former Emperor of the Regency. By maintaining the
appearance of neutrality in secular affairs, the Hierophant remained generally
aloof from conflicts. However, the elite Dhradumian Guard was still very much
intact. While not the largest force in the former Regency, it was certainly
the most well-trained and effective - and the most feared. The Dhradumian
Order was more concerned with maintaining universal adherence to Dhradumian
codes of dress and behavior than to capricious conflicts of ambitious nobles.
Although several larger consolidated kingdoms remained within the old Regency,
kingdoms were constantly breaking up into small autonomous units. Vanquished
armies driven from their traditional lands by more powerful foes roamed among
the weaker kingdoms pillaging and raping. Alliances were made and broken
whimsically and the fortunes of war were constantly shifting. The land was
awash in uncertainty, instability turmoil.
Many defeated nobles took their armies beyond the traditional boundaries of
the old empire and attempted to reestablish their small kingdoms. These lands
were less productive, but the inhabitants were generally poorly organized and
easily defeated by the better-equipped and better-trained armies of the
nobles. (They tended to leave the desert tribes alone, however.) After
conquering a new territory the nobles attempted to impose their culture,
superficially, upon the conquered primitives so as to create a peasant class
and workforce. This they accomplished with varying degrees of success.
No matter how far the nobles and their armies went into the hitherto unknown
lands they were always accompanied by priests of Dhradumus. The priests, aided
by the soldiers, imposed the worship of Dhradumus upon the primitives. Any
native who adamantly resisted conversion was summarily executed by the
soldiers. In this way Dhradumian civilization spread throughout an area that
was almost twice the size of the previously known world. Scowling statues of
Dhradumus, still clothed in the garb of a desert patriarch, now looked upon
dark forests, distant seas, high mountains, and shimmering glaciers.
Much to the chagrin of visiting high priests, however, many local customs of
the primitives found their way into Dhradumian worship. Native traditions
colored the music and the dress of almost all the Dhradumian holy days. The
tone was almost always lighter and more festive, and often the very meaning of
the holy day was so distorted as to be unrecognizable as Dhradumian. The local
nobles, who were certainly traditional Dhradumians, did after all depend on
the labor of their converted peasants for their own prosperity. They didn’t
seem overly concerned. As long as the local economy worked smoothly, the
nobles were inclined to permit the natives some degree of latitude.
The small new kingdoms were also too far from the center of the old Regency
and the Hierophant and his council. A military campaign to enforce the minute
particulars of Dhradumian code in these distant lands would have been
prohibitively expensive. As long as the natives paid homage to Dhradumus,
tribute flowed in, and a reasonable effort was being made to expunge their
culture of pre-Dhradumian practices the Patriarch and the High Council left
well-enough alone. The exception was several unfruitful expeditions made in
response to rumors that enclaves of goddess worshipers existed in the
hinterlands. To indulge a few lingering superstitions of the primitives was
one thing, but vestiges of the old Sisterhood could not be tolerated. The
expeditions found nothing.
There was no longer a clear line of demarcation between a known world of
civilized kingdoms and the land of the primitives. At the edge of the old
Regency, tiny kingdoms were scattered haphazardly into the previously unknown
wilderness. Castles were generally crude and the architecture far less
sophisticated than in the old central kingdoms. Many towns in the new kingdoms
looked like a blend of primitive and civilized construction. Nevertheless,
with almost constant warfare occurring in the central kingdoms, life in the
unsophisticated wilderness kingdoms was often much more serene and
predictable.
Despite the encroachment of the tiny kingdoms into the wilderness and the near
doubling of the size of the known world, the unknown still lay beyond. There
was always the unknown. In any direction, beyond the farthest kingdom; beyond
the farthest village any traveler or adventurer had ever spoken of, there was
the unknown. The all-pervading unknown still loomed in the psyche of men and
women. It fueled their fears; their fantasies; their hopes; their dreams and
nightmares; and their sense of wonder. This was the state of the world for
many centuries after the fall of the Regency.
It is on the fringes of this world that we find the lost remnants of the old
Sisterhood. It is here that we find the warrioress clans with their loyal
eunuch pages.
The Conclusion
Farrell Squire
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 45,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 68,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
A Growing Need - Part 1 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | Two women discover something about themselves after watching a bull being castrated. | ` The year was 1890. She was forty five now. Georgina had lived here on her
extensive estate for thirty years. She had stayed on here after her husband,a
senior British Diplomat had died. There was no place on earth like Bagdad, no
place like this country. She could have gone back to England but she could not
even contemplate that. She loved this country, it`s beauty, and above all,
it`s primitive barbarity. Her husband had been well respected here, and was
know by all the region`s Princes and Rulers. She was safe here. Her husband
may have been popular with the natives here but she had grown to hate him,and
shed little tears at his death. England would have been no place for a woman
like Georgina. Exposed to the practices and customs of this place, she had
long ago left the genteel ways of a typical English women far behind her. The
things that Georgina craved were not available in England. Her husband had
never been interested in her sexually, not for years. She had made up for
that. She had become insatiable as far as boys were concerned. Young boys. At
least thirty of them worked on her estate. Not one of those boys was more than
sixteen years of age. She was wealthy, and boys were easily obtained. For a
pittance, pretty and well hung young boys would spread themselves and let her
do as she wished to them. `
She was not always alone here. She had, over the years developed a huge circle
of friends, in Bagdad, but also all around Europe. Her husbands position had
required her to entertain many visitors from many lands. Women , in
particular, had always liked her and she had many female friends. Women for
some reason had a strange liking for this place. Bored European Diplomatic
wives, looking for something different, something more exciting,. Something
more primitive. Many of these women visited her on a regular basis. One of
those was a German lady named Helga. Georgina had known her for years,, ever
since Helga`s Husband husband was stationed in . They had returned home many
years ago but Helga often returned for long periods. Georgina had soon
discovered that Helga had the same craving for young flesh as she had herself.
Together they satisfied that craving. Helga, who was around the same age as
herself, could often be found with four or five, very naked, and very young
boys in her bed. Both of them had developed a taste for more unusual
activities. They often paid native villagers to let them watch male
circumcisions. Both of them found this very erotic. When they mentioned this
to some of their female friends, they were surprised at the level of interest
shown. Soon, a number of them were brought along to see for themselves.
Gradually a circle of women with a liking for this sort of thing began to
form.
One evening, on the way back from a village where they had just seen ten young
boys losing their foreskins, they passed a group of natives ,and there was
much shouting. " What is going on?" Georgina asked their porter. He dismounted
from his camel and disappeared into the crowd. He returned a few moments
later.
" What is going on, what are those women doing?, asked Georgina.
" They are performing the cuttings Lady" he said.
" What do you mean, cuttings, what kind of cuttings?.
" The cutting of the males Lady, the male camels and the bulls. The women cut
them this time each year".
Helga had a strange look in her eye.
" Lets have a look" she said excitedly.
They worked their way through the crowd to a clearing. A large bull was lying
on the ground, its legs tied together. He was roaring. A young native woman
was kneeling behind him. Georgina stared. She was cutting the testicles out of
him. The girl took no notice of his roaring and trashing as she cut them out
of him. Georgina could not take her eyes from the knife as it did its bloody
work. Both of them stood staring as twelve other bulls lost their testicles. A
strange excitment took hold of her. Surprised, she realised she was getting
wet between her legs.
On the rest of the way home none of them said very much. Later in the evening
Helga approached her.
" I am going to tell you something that might shock you" she said quietly.
" What?," said Georgina.
" Well, when we were watching those women this afternoon, I never felt so
sexually excited in all my life. It really did something to me Georgina when I
saw what they were doing to those bulls".
" They were castrating them Helga, they were cutting the maleness out of those
big scrotums. Don`t worry, I felt exactly the same. It is not so strange to be
excited by it, I have read of women who have a great liking for castration. I
think we must see this again?.
That night many of the young boys were wondering why so much attention was
being paid to their scrotums.
To be continued.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 38,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 78,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
She just took it all | NULLIFICATION | She took it all from a virgin male. | i was 33 when it happened. Although i was very tall very attractive
and in good shape i never 'went all the way' with a woman. i was
always submissive to women and i guess i was waiting for the right
woman to just take me. i answered a personal ad in the Village
Voice. All the ad said was.." I will take it all from you - virgins
only reply - 27 to 40 years old" i recieved a phone call three days
after i replied. All She said was, "Come to the following address
and give it all to me..." She then gave me an address in Brooklyn.
i was excited. i thought this was it!! i was to give it all to
Her!! Yes!! i went to the address and rang the doorbell. There was
a chubby short man at the door. he meekly told me to follow him. i
did. he instructed me to take my clothes off and get into the chair
in the room. i did. he strapped me in then gagged me. i was very
excited. She then came into the room. She was covered in a big
flowing wrap of black cloth. i couldn't see Her body nor Her face.
She leaned over to me and finally saw Her glowing eyes. "you will
now give it all to me...." She took out a scaple and cut off my
cock and then my balls. After She sewed me up She kissed me then
said, "you forever be mine as a virgin. Now go." She sent me away
and i have been a sexless virgin ever since. | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 31,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 29,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
Chance Meeting, the end [G] | `
# Chance Meeting, the end
By: sten
([[email protected]](http://web.archive.org/web/20090726101259/mailto:[email protected]))
Post [
feedback](http://web.archive.org/web/20090726101259/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/feedback.htm)
for this author or
review this story for Archive readers.
[GAY] [NULLIFICATION] Other: amputation
A guy´s secret dream of becoming a total slave is fulfilled
* * *
`
[A -
H](http://web.archive.org/web/20090726101259/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/alpha1.html)
[I -
P](http://web.archive.org/web/20090726101259/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/alpha2.html)
[Q -
Z](http://web.archive.org/web/20090726101259/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/alpha3.html)
[Newest
Files](http://web.archive.org/web/20090726101259/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/newfiles.html)
* * *
One day Master had a special visitor. He was quite young, blond,
handsome and intact. Before he entered our room, we heard Master’s
voice:
- So, you are Three. Meet One and Two.
Then he did the most amazing thing. He started to remove the leather
hood that in over a year never had left his head in my presence. I
recognized him before he had totally removed it.
It was Bob
[Return To The Eunuch
Archive](http://web.archive.org/web/20090726101259/http://www.bmeworld.com/eunuch/index2.htm) | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 34,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 14,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
||
The hospital | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | I ran 'The hospital'. This was a time, where money was tight and people would
do anything for a bit of cash. Anything. So I saw an open window. I got a
grant from the government and to stop overpopulation I could give people money
for their son’s penis.
The family would be paid $50 for each inch I took. At first business was slow.
Until the new law made it so as soon as boys reached 16 they had to be
evaluated for the operation. If they failed they were castrated and had a
penectomy. Soon I was ripe with clients.
One patient I would never forget was a boy called Adam Turner. He was twelve
and his parents needed the money. I was told to take his entire penis and both
his balls, as the balls were worth $20 each. I agreed. He had blond gelled
hair, so it spiked up at the front and was a little freckly. He was a little
short for his age but had a massive cock. It was four inches but had tiny
balls to go with it.
His parents sat in the waiting room while I ran the tests to see if I could
carry out the procedure. The first was the erection test. I undid my top and
let my bra slide down a little. He had a hardon and started ejaculating. I
smiled. He had ad an erection but I wasn’t too sure about the cum. Then was
the sex test. I had to have oral and vaginal sex with Adam, though he was
twelve. He was a little reluctant but then saw his chance for the only sex he
would ever have and took it.
The vaginal was OK. He was a little afraid to hump so I had to guide him
slightly. He seemed very worried all the way through, but by the end he had
started to enjoy himself. The oral was great. I started massaging it first,
then put my mouth over it. To test it’s pain receptors I bit down sharply. He
cried out then told me to do it again. So I did. Then he ejaculated and I spat
it out. I deemed him fit to have the surgery and he lay on the table. I gave
him a drug that would stop the pain receptors but keep him awake.
Then I got out a scalpel. He seemed a little worried but after I had made the
incision he lay still. Then with a slight sawing motion I cut it off. Then I
cut the remaining scrotum away then took the rest off with the knife. Then I
cut a small slit so he almost had a vagina and bandaged it up. I left a small
hole in the bandaging. In that hole I stuck a tube to allow him to pee. This
went straight into the hole where his penis was. He gave a little gasp of pain
when I put the tube in, as the drug had worn off by then.
He stayed in the hospital for another two days to recover and stop it getting
infected. He had to use the tube for another two months, and was all fine. His
parents got $240 for it. I still see Adam, to check that it's all Ok.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 25,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 52,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
|
After the Game part two | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Ben loses all | He looked around Oh my God! She was going to deballed us, all of us!
"Please let us go, we won't tell anybody please."
It's to late for that now Boy!
You and your friends will pay!!
She brought out a metal wire.
They will pay but you will pay more.
She went over to Brad Olson and wraped the wire around his sack and
pulled. Brad screemed into his gag.
His balls dropped to the floor.
She went over to the next boy and did the same
His balls dropped to the floor
She went to the next boy and the next and the next.
thud, thud, thud
She had saved young Tommy for last. He looked with horror as she
wrapped the wire around his balls too and pulled.He was barely
sixteen!
Now she turned to Ben
Now they've paid!
She wrapped the wire around his balls.
He waited.
She pulled and they fell to the floor
His balls, hise manhood, gone!!
But she was through with him yet
He had more to give!
She brought out a knife
NO!!!
Please!!!
No!!!.
Not that!!
With one stroke she cut it off!
I told you, you would pay!
She laughed and threw his penis into the fire, gone for ever!
He passed out!
Two days later he woke up in the hospital. He slowly raised the
sheets hoping it was a dream. | {
"has_passive_voice": false,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 19,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 32,
"is_complex": false,
"reasons": [],
"score": 0
} | 0 | false |
Thecia's coldest pair | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia is back in the service of Dr. Pann. On a revenge mission.Not for minors,,,but zinc miners are ok. | **
Thecia’s coldest pair
I’m a 31-year-old female "cutter."
It seems that I get myself deeper and deeper in the workings of Dr. Pann’s
women’s organizations. Among the companies that Dr. Pann runs, there is one
called Women’s Health Insurance Plan (W H I P). It’s a shadow company that has
a mandate to help and protect abused women. I’ve been called upon from time to
time to permanently stop a man from sexually abusing women. As a cutter I have
that ability.
A nurse in Mercy Hospital in Oshkosh, WI contacted Dr. Pann through the
network. She had a patient on her floor with frostbite so bad that she would
lose a toe. This young woman (Janet) was an exotic dancer in a local club. She
was a single mother and had no other means of support. Her boss, a guy named
John, had been forcing sex on her for many months. She felt that she had to
accept it or her young children would go hungry.
On one Saturday night, John and a couple of his friends got drunk. The place
was closing and the three of them forced Jan to suck each of them off and fuck
each in turn. This sex incident was punctuated with slaps and other abuse. As
a final cruel act, they pushed out of the rear exit and bolted the heavy steel
door in her face. At that time Jan only had a G-string and small bar towel to
cover her in the harsh Wisconsin winter. The three men exited from the front
of the club and drove away.
The nearest shelter was across the fenced and busy highway 41. She walked over
a mile along the deserted service road before a local farmer stopped his pick
up truck and offered her a lift. At the hospital she told the police
everything. The following day, John and his now sober friends swore that she
had gotten high on crack and disappeared from the club on her own. They were
not charged.
Dr. Pann asked me if I would "fix" this John guy. After hearing the story I
was more than willing to end his sex days forever.
My friend Jill and I received first class tickets to Milwaukee in the mail the
following day. I often used Jill as "bait" in these situations. She is over
5’8" and stunning. When she walks into a room, men can’t keep their eyes off
of her and women feel inadequate. She knows the risks of what we’re doing and
also knows that Dr. Pann will pay her well.
There was a rental car waiting in Milwaukee and it was a simple, one and a
half-hour trip to the club. We were armed with photos of John and the names of
the other two men.
We reached the club at about 9PM and I waited in the car while Jill went in
and applied to be a dancer. She was hired on the spot. She gave a story very
similar to Jan’s. Two kids at home and needed the job.
That night nothing happened except for a little flirting and a vague statement
by john that there were "perks" with the job. Jill noted that the same three
men who were our targets closed the place.
The following night we were ready. The supplies that I asked for were in the
trunk of the car. Just a minute or two before last call, I walked in the club.
There was only one drunk at the bar and he was leaving. The other three guys
were there as we expected. I asked for a drink from John, who was tending bar,
and was told "we’re closed lady." Jill had put her clothes on and was sitting
at the bar; the two other men were sitting to her right. On cue, she reached
in her purse and pulled out the two leather cased stun guns and hit each man
with them. At the same instant I hit John in the chest with mine. All three
were instantly prostrate on the floor. It only took us practiced seconds to
hand cuff them, shackle their legs and shove a ball gag in each mouth. We
blindfolded them and hoped they wouldn’t recognize us if ever they saw us
again. They recovered quickly and were fighting their restraints.
I had decided not to use my normal surgical methods on these creeps. The old
monofiliment fishing line would come into use.
We tied each man to a different table, face up and in a position where his
balls would hang over the edge when exposed. With a razor knife I cut the
clothes from each, exposing their jewels. I plugged my soldering iron to heat
up. The first man, the redhead, had a normal package. Average dick and average
balls. He even had red hair on them.
I donned my velvet glove to give this guy a taste of what he would never feel
again. Jill stepped in and said, "I want to do this. I want it to be good for
him." She carefully washed his package and began to lick his balls. His cock
rose at once. She then gave him a very slow sensual blowjob, stopping when he
was close. By the third "almost" she let him cum. She took the whole load in
her mouth. When she finished, she got up and spit the whole load full in his
face. She whispered to him "I hope it was good, because it’s you last. I
wrapped a single turn of the fishing line around his sack, grabbed the wooden
handles and yanked for all I was worth. The string tore through his equipment
like a razor knife. I’m always amazed at how easy it was to deball a man. His
balls, sack and all hit the floor with only the sound of a wet dishrag. I used
the soldering iron on his ragged groin. The smell of burning flesh filled the
room. Jill scooped up his now useless balls and sack and slipped them into one
of the waiting peanut butter jars.
The second man, much bigger and darker than the first had heard everything but
still didn’t know for sure what was going on. His cock was about the same size
but he had huge balls. I was already wet from cutting the first guy (in case
you didn’t know, cutting turns me on); the sight of these massive orbs almost
made me cum right then and there.
Jill said that, even with the heat, there wasn’t nearly enough pain in the
last cutting and that I should do better this time. I rummaged in the kitchen
and found an old serrated steak knife, just the tool I wanted.
Jill repeated her procedure and sucked off the dark man. When he finally came,
she did as she had done before and spit the huge load right in the guy’s face.
I took his oversized sack in my gloved hand and pulled it as far out as I
could, I then slowly began to saw through his sack. I felt the sack part as I
came to the first cord bundle. I slowly sawed through it. The guy was writhing
in agony. I cut the second one and then the last little piece of his sack. I
held the bag in my hand and dropped it into the jar. A little burning and two
sets were done.
The third man John would be more fun. Jill used one of my velvet gloves on
him. She primed him so well that when he came he shot right up to his own face
and shoulder. Jill licked some from his chest and true to todays method, spit
it in his face. I had a special method for him. I had a technique that I
learned from a Canadian scientist named Lerue. I went to the rental car and
retrieved the small pressure can that was there along with two small stainless
steel bowl, one slightly larger than the other.. I tied off his balls with a
regular rubber band and placed them in the bowl, I put on heavy insulated
gloves. I held his nuts down in the bowl with the smaller bowl. I then opened
the pressure can and poured the Freon it contained between the bowls. I said
to him "remember Jan and the frostbite?" He tried to scream but the gag did
it’s job. After a minute or two I removed the covering bowl. His balls stayed
there with out help. Most of the Freon had evaporated and I removed the lower
bowl. I took a little tack hammer from my kit and with the slightest tap hit
his left ball. The ball and the part of his sack around it broke into little
frozen pieces. Like a smashed marble. I did the same with the other one and
the ball and the rest of his scrotum shattered.. He didn’t feel a thing, but
he would later! We scooped up the little pieces and put them in a jar. When
his ragged wound started to bleed, I used my soldering iron and, like magic,
the bleeding stopped and the smoke started.
We left them there like that. A cleaning lady would find the nutted men there
at eight the next morning. They wouldn’t sexually abuse anyone again.
We drove back to Milwaukee and had a nice early breakfast at Bubba’s Breakfast
Club. We left the car in the parking lot as we had been told. We took a bus
from there back to the airport and we were happily in Texas by noon. I UPS’d
the jars. Airline security you know, they might wonder.
For the people who e-mailed me about a previous story. A "taint" is the skin
between a persons legs. As in "Taint balls and Taint asshole." Or "Taint
asshole and Taint pussy." Guys who were in the military use the word all the
time..
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
**
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 35,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 128,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
Bubba-Gump Gonads | TESTICLES, fine dining | ***** | ` `
You've got your ...
Age-of-Innocence Cup of Balls, Allspice Balls, Almond Bavarian Cream Balls,
Ambrosia Cake Balls, American Brioche Balls, Anadama Breaded Balls, Anchovy
Buttered Balls, Angel Cake Balls, Anise Seed Balls, Apple Strudel Balls,
Apricot a la Cognac Balls, Armenian Cabbage-Leaf Stuffed Balls, Arroz con
Pollo Balls, Artichoke Hearts and Bottoms Balls, Asparagus Balls Polonaise,
Avocado Gonad Guacamole;
Bacon and Biscuit Balls, Bagna Cauda Balls, Baltimore Stuffed Balls, Banana
Bran Bread Balls, Barbecue Chinese Herbed Balls, Bay Leaf Balls, Bay Scallops
and Balls Quiche, Bean and Ball Flageolets Bretonne, Bechamel Balls, Beef
Budapest Goulash Balls, Beer-Battered Balls, Beets with Pickled Balls, Ball
Beignets, Berry Soup Balls, Billi Bi Balls, Black Velvet Balls, Blueberry
Sauced Balls, Burs sur Chocolat Balls, Bread and Butter Balls, Brine Bath
Balls, Brioche Balls Francais, Brown Sugar Balls, Brunswick Ball Stew,
Buckwheat Ball Blini, Buttermilk Ball Doughnuts, Butterscotch with Balls Pie;
Cabbage Balls a la Russe, Cacciucco Balls, Caesar Salad Balls, Cafe Brulot
Balls, Canapes Balls a la Simon, Candy Taffy Balls, Cantaloupe with Balls
Farmer's Style, Caper Sauce Balls, Caramel Frosted Balls, Caraway Breadstick
Balls, Carbonnades with Balls a la Flamande, Carrot and Cream of Ball Soup,
Cassata Balls Palermo, Caviar with Balls Madrilene, Celery with Tarragaon and
Balls, Champagne Bordelaise Ball Punch, Cherry Jubilee Balls, Cheese Fondue
Balls, Cheesecake with Rum-Marinade Balls, Chestnut Boiled Ball Torte, Chicken
Divan Balls, Chicken Florentine Balls, Chicory and Fenel Salad with Balls,
Chilean Manjar Blanco Balls, Chinese Sesame Seed and Ball Cookies, Chocolat
Balls Boules Sur, Chocolate Chiffon Ball Souffle, Cinnaomon Buns and Balls,
Clams and Balls on Toast, Clambake Washboiled Balls, Coconut-Pecan Frosted
Balls, Concord-Grape with Balls Jelly, Consomme Balls a la Madrilene, Corn and
Ball Relish, Cornmeal and Ball Crackers, Court Bouillon Balls, Crabs with Soft
Shell Ball Saute, Cranberried Ball Fruit Preserves, Creme Balls St. Jacques,
Crepe Gonad Suzette, Cuban Breaded Balls, Curried Balls, Custard and Ball
Pudding;
Daiquiri with Frozen and Glazed Balls, Dandelion Greens with Wilted Balls,
Danish Ball Pastries, Deep-Fat Fried Balls, Dilled Ball Sauce with Lemon,
Duchesse Potatoes au Balls, Duck and Ball in Wine with Green Grapes, Dutch Pea
Soup with Split Balls;
Eel with Balls Anguilles Quo Vadis, Eggs Scrambled with Balls, Eggnog with
Ball Essence Chiffon Pie, Eggplant and Ball Fritters, Egyptian Ball Kebabs,
Endive Salad with Braised Belgian Balls and Walnuts, Escalopes de Veau Balls a
la Holstein;
Fettucine with Alfredo's Balls, Fig and Spicy Testes Tortes, Fillet Plaza de
Ball Athenee, Finger Rolls of Balls, Finman's Ball's Haddie Delmonico,
Flageolets Bretonne-Style Balls, Flank Steak with London Broiled Balls,
Flemish Ball Sauce for Poacher's Salmon, Floating Island of Balls, Fondue of
Balls Bruxelloise, Frankfurter Goulash a la Walter Siezak's Balls, French
Bread Stuffed with Balls, Frenchman's Balls Brioche, Fricadeller Balls,
Frittata Balls Italiana, Fritto Misto Balls, Frogs Legs with Balls Provencale,
Frosted Icing of Confectioner's Balls, Frozen Tangerine en Ball Surprise,
Frozen Velvet Chocolate Ball Tortoni, Fruit with Brandied Balls, Fruitcake's
Balls Jamaica Light, Fudged WWF Balls in Minnesota Cake;
Galantine of Balls, Garlic Balls, Gazpacho Balls, Genoise Gonad Praline,
German Balls Lebkuchen, Gevulde Kool Rap Balls, Giblets and Gonads, Gingered
Balls with Fruit and Cheese, Glogg's Swedish Balls, Gnocchi Cream-Puff's
Balls, Goose Roasted with Wild Balls, Gorgonsola Ball Dip, Grand Central Pan
Roasted Balls, Grapefruit Juice with Sherried Balls, Gravy from Red-Eye's
Balls, Greek's Balls Mousaka, Green Balls a la Nicoise, Gulf Coast Stuffed
Balls from a Flounderer;
Halibut Baked in Ball Cream, Hallacas Balls, Hamburger au Poivre with Dill
Balls, Hard Ball Sauce, Hard-Shelled Testicles, Harvard Beets with Ivy Balls,
Hash from Red Flannel Guy's Balls, Hasty Ball Pudding, Head On Ball Cheese,
Henry Creel's Peppered Balls, Herbed Herb's Balls Biscuits, Hollandaise Quick
Ball Sauce, Homard's Balls a l'absinthe, Honey's Balls, Hong King Kong's Balls
Garden Salad, Hors de-Ball d'oeuvres, Horseradish Cold Ball a la Dresden,
Hungarian's Balls and Cream Cake;
Indian's Balls Rice Pudding, Indonesian's Balls with Vegetables and Shrimp,
Irish Ball Sweet Bread, Irma's Onion and Ball Sandwich, Islanders' Balls Luau,
Italian's Balls Mixed with Olives;
Jamaican Ball Pot Roast, Jambalaya Balls, Japanese Balls Tempura;
Kaiser Schmarren's Balls, Kebabs with Eqyptian Balls, Keftedes Testes, Key
Lime Ball Pie, Kidney Steak and Ball Stew, Knob Celery with Puree of Balls,
Knockwurst with Balls in Beer, Korean Balls Marinade, Kosher-Style Dill Balls,
Kumquat Ball Preserves;
Lady Fingering Balls, Lamb Arni Pissed on Balls, Lasagne Teste, Leeks in Balls
Vinaigrette, Lekach's Balls, Lemon Dressing North African's Balls, Lima Beans
with Balls for Rosemary, Long-Berry Long-Ball Sauce, Linzertorte Teste,
Lobster and Ball Moana, Long Islander's Balls in Port, Luchow
Schlemmerschmitte a la Balls;
Macaroons with Almond Nuts and Nut's Nuts, Madras Ball Curry, Malayan's
Chopped Balls, Mandeltorte Testicles, Manicotti Stuffed with Balls, Manjar of
Balls Blanco, Marzipan Rolled-Ball Cookies, Meat Ball Balls, Meringue Balls
Glacees, Mexican's Balls Carnitas, Milanaise Ball Sauce, Minced Balls, Mint
Testicle Parfait, Mocha Mucha Balls' Cream Frosting, Mona Lisa Dressing with
un-Dressed Balls, Mont Blanc Balls aux Marrons, Mornay Fillets of Soul-Brother
Balls, Mousseline Ball Sauce, Mushrooms and Balls a la Grecque, Mussels in
Bacon and Balls, Mustard Seed Buttered Balls;
Neapolitan Chopped Balls, New Englad Ball Chowder, Nut Brittle and Twisted
Nuts;
Oeufs Balls a la Neige, Ohio Cornball Relish, Omeltet with Spanish Balls,
Orange Ball Wedges Spiced and Chilled, Oriental Shrimpy Balls, Oyster a la
King's Balls;
Pain d'epice of Balls, Palermo Ball Cassata, Panettone Testasterone, Parker
House Ball Rolls, Parsnips with Candied Balls, Pasta Ball e Fagioli, Pastel de
Chocho Balls, Pate Truffle with Fluffed Balls, Paula's Cold-Ball Tomatoes,
Peanut Nut Ring Cake, Pea-Size Balls French Style, Periwinkles of Baked and
Winking Balls, Petits Fours with Four Petite Balls, Pickled Ball Peppers,
Pilaff Balls Greek Style, Pineapple Ball Crepes, Pizza Testa, Plum and Ball
Pudding, Polenta Variations of Balls, Polish Balls Chopped with Porkers,
Popped-Over Balls, Portugeuese are Chicken Balls, Potage Balls Cressoniere,
Poulet Balls Marengo, Pounded Ball Cake, Puffed Ball Pastry, Punched Ball
Punch;
Quiche with Balls for Lorraine, Quinces with Spiced Balls;
Radishes with Chinese Balls, Raisin and Dried-Ball Pie, Ravioli ala Bardelli's
Balls, Revanie Ball Revue, Rhubarb and Ball Pie, Rice and Molded Ball
Maltaise, Risotto Hall of Fame Balls, Rock Hard Balls, Roman's Balls Noodles,
Roquefort and Cognac Balls, Rumanian's Balls Ghivetch, Rye Ball Fritters;
Sacher Torte Teste, Sage's Balls and Leaves, Salade Russe Balls, Salsa Verde
Balls, Sambal Ball Goreng, Savarin with Savory Balls, Scallions with Mashed
Balls, Scallops en Ball Brochette, Scotchman's Balls Shortbread, Scrapple
Scraped Balls, Senegalese Ball Soup, Shad Baked in Cream of Balls, Sherried
Ball Custard, Short Deviled Balls, Shrimpy Balls from Pierre, Sicilian Ball-
Cream Cake, Snails and Balls Stuffed with Mushrooms, Soft-Shelled Balls
Armandine, Souffle au Grand Marnier's Balls, Spanish Ball Omelet, Spare Balls
with Beer and Honey, Specialty Balls Licked by Tongue, Spongey Ball Cake,
Springy Ball Cookies, Squashed Balls Baked with Acorns, Sweedish Ball Glogg,
Sweet and Pungent Ball Cubes, Swiss Balls Boiled by Rosemary;
Tamale Testicle Pie, Tarragon Balls in Aspic, Tart's Mocked and Puffed Balls,
Tempura Batterered Balls, Teriyaki of Yanked Balls, Tom's and Jerry's Balls,
Tomatoes Stuffed with Balls and Basil, Tongue Stuck On Balls, Tortoni
Testicles, Tropical Ball Tea Punch, Tufoli Stuffed Balls, Turkish Ball
Moussaka, Turnip Snipped-Ball Casserole, Tutti-Fruti Brandied Balls;
Ukranian Ball Borscht, Upside-Down-Ball Muffins;
Vanilla from Bavarian's Ball Cream, Veloute Ball Sauce, Venezuelan Balls from
Hot Tamales, Vichyssoise Balls a la Ritz, Viennese Ball Crescents, Vitello's
Balls Tonnato, Vol-au-Vented Balls;
Waffles of Whole Wheat and Nuts, Walnut and Nut Fudge, Watercres Testicles,
Welshman's Balls with Rabbit, Western Ball Casserole, White Sauce of Balls,
Wine Mulled with Balls;
X-Rated Ball-and-Cock Flamer's Flambe;
Yoghurt with Hurt Balls, Yorkshire Ball Pudding;
Zabaglione's Bag of Balls, Zarda Ball Grande, Zucchini with Balls of the
Courageous Florentines, Zuppa Ball Inglese.
... and that's about it.
(Other pieces by and from Classy Bitch are found by clicking index-by-author
on the eunuch.org homey page. CB is a M to E to W in Toronto. She likes to
think of herself as a ballsy ball-less babe with brains. Then again, she often
doesn't much like to think at all.)
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 1429,
"num_participle_phrases": 3,
"num_sentences": 11,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Our National Sport | TESTICLES | In the days before Little League, an ambitious teenaged pitcher is thwarted. | Kids these days have access to protective equipment that didn't exist except
for professional athletes when I was a kid., Nobody seemed to think that kids
playing in a sandlot baseball game might get hit "down there."
I was sixteen, an excellent pitcher, fair batter, and a very fast runner,
important before there were designated hitters. I have a picture of myself at
that time in my bathing suit. I had very wide shoulders, a wasp waist,
muscular chest and arms, hairy legs, hair on my chest.That was only two years
ago.
Next to me is a mirror. The reflection shows a soft-looking young person with
a hairless chest, belly, and legs, wide fat hips, thick thighs, and a big fat
behind. I have a boy's penis and a loose empty scrotum. When I run, my thighs
rub together, my hips sway like a girl's, and my big fat ass jiggles.I have
barely half the muscular strength I had when the picture was taken.
So, what happened ? I was pitching a pickup game with a few friends in the
park. They didn't make cup jocks for kids in those days. All I was wearing
under my pants was boxer shorts. I pitched my fast ball. Jerry Mahoney sent it
right back at me at about 150 miles per hour. Just then, a reflection from the
windshield of a passing car dazzled me. I didn't see that the ball was coming
back at waist level. I didn't notice it until it crashed into my groin,
smashing my balls out of existence. There was an instant of absolute total
pain. I couldn't scream; I couldn't even breathe. I could swear that my heart
stopped for a moment. What a shame it started again.
I remember collapsing on the ground, puking, and squirming, then darkness. I
didn't hurt much when I woke up. There wasn't anything left to hurt. The
doctor tried to break the news to me gradually, first that I would never have
any kids, then that there wouldn't be any point in getting married, then I'd
never be strong enough to play baseball again, and so on. Well, it was all
true. I'm a fat, sexless, feminine-looking weakling, and I wish I were dead.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 5,
"longest_sentence": 51,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 31,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Don't mess with a doctor's assistant. [S] | `
# Don't mess with a doctor's assistant.
By: James Mangan
([[email protected]](http://web.archive.org/web/20100416183653/mailto:[email protected]))
Post [
feedback](http://web.archive.org/web/20100416183653/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/feedback.htm)
for this author or
review this story for Archive readers.
[NULLIFICATION] Other:
Jim rapes Deanna, a doctor's assistant. She and her co-workers
emasculate him in revenge.
* * *
`
[A -
H](http://web.archive.org/web/20100416183653/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/alpha1.html)
[I -
P](http://web.archive.org/web/20100416183653/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/alpha2.html)
[Q -
Z](http://web.archive.org/web/20100416183653/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/alpha3.html)
[Newest
Files](http://web.archive.org/web/20100416183653/file:///C:/My%20Documents/archive/archive1/newfiles.html)
* * *
Jim worked at an office just above a small doctor's surgery. Over
the past 2 weeks he'd noticed Deanna, a new assistant at the
surgery. She was big, with a broad arse and huge, slightly droopy
boobs. One day, Jim's office was empty and only Deanna was at the
surgery-both of them were closing their offices.
"Come up and let's have a drink," shouted Jim out of his window. A
few minutes later, Deanna came up. She must have been excited, as
her huge nipples were straining the front of her blouse.
They went to Jim's office. He gave her a beer and they talked. then
he suddenly started playing with her breasts. "We should stop now,"
said Deanna. "No," said Jim. He pushed her onto his desk and ripped
off her blouse. "No!!" gasped Deaanna. "Yes!" said Jim. He pulled
her huge breasts free of her bra, and sucked her thumb-sized
nipples. Against her wishes, Deanna started moaning. Thinking she
consented, Jim rucked up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. He
then dropped his trousers, revealing a long, slim penis and small,
hard balls. He thrust himself into Deanna and forcibly fucked her,
bringing her to two orgasms before they came together.
Deanna left in tears, and went straight home. Next day, she didn't
come to work. Sarah, the other doctor's assistant,and Marie, the
doctor, came to visit her at home. She told them what had happened
to her.
Marie, the doctor, suggested a way to get revenge. Next day, Deanna
returned to work, and invited Jim down to the surgery when everyone
else had gone. Quick as a flash, he went.
Deanna sat him down, pulled off her blose and bra and pushed her
big tits into his face. Sitting on his lap she pulled his throbbing
dick free. Just then she squeezed his balls hard.
"Ow!!" he screamed. At that instant Sarah and Marie burst out of
hiding. They quickly gagged Jim, and strapped him to the chair.
Then they dropped his trousers.
"I hope you enjoyed raping Deanna," said Marie. "It was your last
fuck-unless a man fucks you." Jim cried as he realised what was to
happen. Marie produced a sharp muscle scalpel and gave it to
Deanna."You know what to do," she said.
Jim had always fantasised about castration, but had thought his
genitals would shrivel up at the very threat of it. Instead, he had
the hardest erection ever. Perhaps it was because he was eentranced
by the sight of Deanna's big tits, which were swollen with
excitement. For Deanna was really excited this time, unlike at her
rape which was purely reflexive.
Marie and Sarah masturbated themselves while Deanna placed the
scalped blade at the base of Jim's penis. "I hope this hurts you as
much as you did me," Deanna said. She slowly cut off Jim's penis
and testicles, and then triumphantly held them up. All three women
came convulsively.
Marie sealed up the wound. Sarah took the severed openis to a local
lady taxidermist. An hour later she returned with the stuffed penis
and testicles, now permanently erect.
Jim was given a sound thrashing on his bare backside by the
muscular Marie. He was then ordered to suck each woman in turn.
Then they released him, but on the understanding that he would go
down on them on demand. Failure to do so would mean that his eunuch
status would be publicised all over the town.
[Return To The Eunuch
Archive](http://web.archive.org/web/20100416183653/http://www.bmeworld.com/eunuch/index2.htm) | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 34,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 63,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
||
Careless Talk Costs Balls!! | TESTICLES, True Story | News story about a woman who castrates her brother, apparently fearing rape by him. | ` From the Amanova site.. `
WOMAN CUTS OFF BROTHER'S TESTICLES
A 49-year-old Romanian woman allegedly waited until her brother fell asleep,
then chopped off his testicles with the bread knife to stop him getting
frisky.
Frasina Ciobanu said she was fed up with the suggestive remarks from Ioan,
who's 47.
He is now in intensive care at a hospital in their home town of Brasov.
Frasina, who is 49, is being held in custody.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 49,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 5,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Bad Gelding Dream | STRAIGHT, MINOR, Humiliation | A Real Dream I had about my future ex-girl friend. Dream happen 6-4-8 | I’m driving in a car with a girl that I think is my new girl friend, but I
can’t remember her name. She is showing me her hometown. We are in a parking
lot. We see this girl getting in her car and driving away.
“I hate that slut,” my girl friend tells me, after she has driven away. “She
slept with every guy she liked.”
She points at this run down looking building across the parking lot.
"That's where we are going tonight, " she says.
“Can we order food there,” I ask.
“I want to wait till tonight to bring you there,” she says. “I want you to
look your best.”
“I don't look that bad now,” I said. “It's just a bite to eat. Besides it
would be easier to check the place out now when it's not packed full of
people. Maybe I could just run in to use the bathroom real quick? I do have to
go really bad."
“Whatever,” she says. “I am going back to the inn, take a shower and get ready
for tonight. You know how to walk back to the inn from here.”
“Sure,” I replied and kissed her.
I jumped out of the car.
“I really have to go, bad,” I said.
She slid over to the drivers seat and drove off. I walked in the place
expecting a nice dance or party place, but what I saw was a room crowded with
too many old pinball machines, pool tables, and arcade games. If felt cramped
even when no one was there. There were only two small tables for eating and a
bar to get cold beer. This is the place she wants me all dressed up for? Is
she crazy?
I still have to go. I look for the bathroom. A door with a big hole in it
which is half stuck open has a sign that says ‘Co`ed Bathroom’. I look in to
see if anyone is already using it. A fat guy stumbles out. It smells like
there is a decaying corpse in there. I look to the side of the door. I see a
narrow hallway with blue tiles like in a locker room. The tiles look like they
have never been cleaned. I look around but don’t see a sign saying where it
goes. I think what the heck. Can't be any worse then the other bathroom? I go
down the hall. I find old shower rooms and hallways full of broken bathroom
stalls with the stall walls all bent or broken and hanging to the side. The
hallway turns and I find more stalls that I can't use. I start to hear the
distant laughter of kids. It grows louder. I pass a girl waiting inline for a
good stall. She looked to be about 10 years old. I think a local may know her
way around.
"Do you know where the stand up stalls for guys would be?" I ask.
She points down the hall and smiles.
i thank her and start walking down the hall. Around the next corner I find the
stand up stalls, but there is a group of young girls picking on this one boy
that was going. I hope they don't see me. I look back the way I came and the
girl that gave me direction is following me. She is smiling. She looks at me
and then at the Stall, waiting for me to go.
“I really have to go bad,” I say.
She giggled. I angled myself so she couldn't see and start to relieve myself.
The boy that was being picked on ran away down the hall where we came from.
All the girls that were around him are now looking at me. They run over to
watch me. The first girl squeezes forward so she has an angle to see. Another
girl squeezes in the other side and grabs my thing. She is wiggling it around,
making me pee on the walls, the floor, myself and on the girls. They are
laughing. I ask them to please stop. An older girl about 15 comes out of the
shadows. She looks a little like the girl my girl friend pointed out in the
parking lot.
"Aren't you that girl’s new boyfriend?" she asks.
“Maybe,” I replied.
I was finally finished. The girl stopped wiggling it.
“My older sister told me if she sees you, she will hack off your balls,” the
girl said.
I laughed.
"Like you know how to?" I said.
One of the girls behind me pulls my pants down.
Music starts playing somewhere. I look around to find my cell phone alarm
going off, next to bed. Time to get up and go to work.
(Edited by Liana M) Great thanks to her, my Story can be better told. any
Question, Feel free to E-Mail me or leave feed back.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 37,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 85,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Tight Jeans Can Change a Guy | GAY, MINOR, TESTES | Fashions change. Once high school guys had to wear their jeans as tight as possible. This could and did create an interesting situation and condition to the rapidly maturing kid's body. | High school male students in the mid-sixties subscribed to the fashion of
wearing ones pants very tight. The popular styles of slacks were designed to
fit tightly. But for most guys, the desirable garment was jeans. While most
schools had dress codes forbidding jeans, the prohibitiion did not include the
new fashion colors available, or corduroy jeans in similar colors and fit,
which as designed was to be snug. by buying a size smaller than the standard,
they were definitely skin-tight.
But a kid who was daring went beyond that look and selected a pair of jeans
that fit as snugly as a rubber glove (and looked it). Jeans labelled "slim
cut" and a couple sized smaller than taraditional fit were acquired. One's
genitals were carefully displayed with the testes balanced either side of the
center seam below the fly, and the penis pointing upwards, to the right or
left, depending on one's preference.
Beyond that, if one had the body and the "balls" and could find the right
jeans, a kid could wear " **tighter-than-skin-tight jeans** ". This was
popular both for school and afterwords. A heavy leather belt circled the
waist.
It was easy for the wearer to determine himself if he was wearing that fit. An
hour in a pair of tighter-than-skin-tight jeans and you had a numbing feeling
in your genitalia, and most likly everywhere below the belt cinched waist.
When the jeans were removed, the seams left indentaions on both the inside and
outside of your legs and along the hips. Since both Levis and Wranglers had
studs attaching the pockets and belt loops, prominent 1/4 ich round marks were
found in those positions.
If one really wanted to focus attention on his basket, a thick eleastic band
or a hair band was placed around the penis and behind the testes, emphasizing
the numbness of that area. However, the jeans were tight enough that details
of the basket were mashed into the body.
These fashions kept the wearer well aware of his sexual urges and needs. Of
course wearing tighter-than-skin-tight jeans continually during his high
school career could and did create the condition of non-functional testes.
However, it was worth it for the look and the feeling. One could say that a
kid who had the balls to do this, lost them!
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 42,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 22,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
Suprised | TESTICLES | The slave loves castration fantasy but never in the realm of his imagination does he believe she would grant him his wish. | ` The slave meets with his beautiful mistress. She greets him wearing high
black spikes,she is topless exposing huge firm breasts with long protruding
nipples. The mistress is given a written note of the slaves death fantasy. The
mistress then proceeds to fulfill his wishes. She gouges each nipple hard
drawing blood and drags her nails down his chest,reaching his sac,she hooks
her nails in deep and pulls up hard raking them until the pain is unbearable.
She then ties him to a table and spreads his legs apart so she can work freely
in fulfilling his dream. She takes six long needles and slowly very slowly
into each testicle and nipple and puts the last two through his thick cock.
The blood starts to flow and the mistress gets off on that and pulls up two
long knives with curved thin blades. She tells the slave she is going to
tortue him to death and she hold true to her promise by slowly cutting off his
balls in one quick swipe.The mistress then takes a second swipe and his dick
is now on his chest shooting cum as it spasams for the last time. The mistress
shoves the dick in his mouth and holds his balls up high claiming some sort of
power she has always wanted. She then takes the knife and proceeds to run it
all the way to the hilt into the bleeding cavity. The slave is in extocy the
mistress is even more fulfilled. The mistress somehow loves this slave and out
of her mercy she decides to disembowel him by digging deep into his stomach
with both knives and slicing up untill his intestines fall freely out on the
table. She puts them on his chest and kissig him long and deep she slices his
throat to end his suffering. The mistress is filled with power now and awaits
her next subject with true confidence of being a genuine Diva of lust.
* * *
` | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 5,
"longest_sentence": 41,
"num_participle_phrases": 3,
"num_sentences": 17,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
The End of a Boxer | GAY, TESTICLES | A boxer goes crazy in the ring and pays for his mistake.Please send comments to: [email protected] | ` THE END OF A BOXER `
The slave, Jake “The Gorilla”, is a championship boxer in his prime. At 24, he
has a massive 6’3” height and 260 lbs of pure muscle. With dark swarthy
features and a hairy back and chest, his muscular arms and legs validate his
title “gorilla”. However, his days as a boxer are over and soon his days as a
man.
Yesterday, in a testosterone rage Jake savagely killed his owner’s son in the
ring. The boy of 18 wanted to spar with his father’s prime possession, against
Jake’s trainer’s advice. Jake played with the boy during the first two rounds.
He took the third round off, actually letting the lad think he had a chance.
Then in the fourth round, Jake “The Gorilla” slowly and methodically beat the
boy to death, not letting him touch the matt until just before the bell.
I am the boy’s father and I have decided the fate of this slave.
(Six months later)
Although no longer a man, Jake has adjusted to his new life. I decided that
the only compensation Jake could provide is a life of discipline and
punishment. I have always had a shop out in the barn. Lately I have added
three additional rooms within the barn to accommodate Jake and his new
position. I have installed a cell for Jake with a customized table. On one
side of the cell, just outside the bars is a one-way mirror to my room, so
that I can keep an eye on him at all times. The cell opens into my special
dungeon where Jake performs his a portion of his daily service.
I have gradually started modifying Jake’s schedule and in the process Jake
himself. I instituted the daily enema. Jake now dutifully climbs up on the
rack and takes a full gallon enema and holds it for 45 minutes before
releasing it, after obtaining permission of course. He is then plugged with a
large butt plug for the day’s work.
Jake has been modified to meet my needs and to stop his aggression. I had him
stripped after the funeral by two of my other slaves. He was taken into the
shop for revisions. After his first enema lesson, he was spread-eagled
standing against one wall. He was shaved of all body hair and remains that
way. I moved my portable worktable up and adjusted it to the height of his
dick. After gently retracting the foreskin of his 12 inch tool, I stretched it
out and hammered a nail through the head and down through the urethra. A large
ring has been inserted for securing him and reminding him of his position.
Additional rings were placed in his nipples and are now often weighted as part
of the training.
I told Jake that he needed to have one more modification to become complete.
After giving Jake a night in his cell to think things over, I did the final
modification on the second day. He was given his morning enema and taken to
the shop and again spread eagled. Sitting just in front of him on my worktable
was my castrating band. He went wild and could hardly be placed in position. I
just sat on my workbench and waited for quite awhile for it all to sink in.
I excused my slaves. Then I washed his cock and walnut sized balls in hot soap
and water. I lowered his balls through the open band that was laying on the
edge of the bench. In a ceremony that emphasized his contrition and
submission, I slowly began masturbating his big cock. He tried not to become
excited, but with the fear and the butt plug, he produced a glorious erection.
Deliberately and meticulously I slowly bought him to the breach of climax,
only to stop and rest him. On the fifth course of arousal I slowly bought him
to a full ejaculation. As he shot loads of hot cum all over the floor, I
pulled his balls all the way down. Just as the last spasm subsided I clamped
his nuts. He screamed for quite some time.
Over the next few hours his nuts became darker and colder and began the
process of dying. He never lost consciousness, although just barely. During
this time I took my riding crop and by periodically caressing his dick, I
maintained him erect. Later that night I had my worktable bought over and my
vice placed with his dying nuts in between. Slowly and deliberately I again
began his torture. I closed the vice, making sure that he never quite lost
consciousness. When they were finally closed and Jake’s screaming had reduced
itself to a whimper, I had the vet come and sew him up. The plates of the vice
had the blood and sinew of this great fighter’s balls spread all over them. I
had it scraped off and put in a jar of formaldehyde. To this day they are on a
shelf high on the wall in Jake’s cell.
Jake has a new life now. Each morning he receives his daily enema and steroid
injection. He is maintained with good muscularity for work but little
testosterone. After plugging he works naked as a field slave. He is always
given manual work to keep him in shape. Each evening, after being hosed down,
he goes to the dungeon for discipline and punishment. He is placed in the
spread-eagle position facing the wall of whips and devices I have procured for
his torture. He begins each session with 18 strokes of the whip, one for each
year of my son’s life. The strokes are administered to a different part of his
anatomy each day so that no permanent damage results and he cannot anticipate
his use. Additional strokes are given for punishment for each infraction since
the previous day. He always gets a few and sometimes many. After the
punishment, he is racked and tortured to my satisfaction. I think he is
beginning to think of the whips as his friends and likes the attention I give
him.
Finally, he ends his day at a special table that I have built in his cell. His
legs, spread wide apart, are secured to the feet of this heavy table. His dick
is secured to the floor via the ring. He is tied to rings in the table that
are the in the right place for his nipple rings and his hands are secured well
out in front of him. Then I take off my belt and re-warm his ass, thighs and
back for a good “old fashioned” fucking.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 36,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 76,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Ricky Visits America - The Conclusion | BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, MINOR, Mentioned; no sex | This is a redirect to Chapter 4, The Conclusion, to make it show up under "C" in the author index as well. | New Page 1
**This is a redirect to Ricky Visits America, Chapter 4 - The Conclusion.**
**[Please click here to be
redirected](http://web.archive.org/web/20100828024802/http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/R/ea_114815ricky_vi.htm).
Thanks!**
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": false,
"max_nested_clauses": 1,
"longest_sentence": 21,
"num_participle_phrases": 0,
"num_sentences": 6,
"is_complex": false,
"reasons": [],
"score": 0
} | 0 | false |
The Quick and the Eunuch | STRAIGHT | See what the fastest gun in the West could do | I was the fastest gun in the Old West. But I never killed a man. I preferred
to make money off my other great talent: card games, especially poker. It was
a lot more profitable. But the fast draw did come in handy. Losers liked to
dispute the game. A six shooter pointing in their faces made life easy for me.
I was not only fast, I was sharp. I liked to fire from the hip. Why waste time
bringing the gun up? My favorite way to practice was to have my girlfriend
throw stones into the air. I drew and hit the them, firing from the hip.
Within thirty yards, it was usually no problem.
Unfortunately we could not practice a lot. She was a teacher in Phoenix. I had
to follow the game, wherever there was good money. It was very good money, but
a hard life. All the men thought that a single woman, traveling alone, should
be free sex for them. It did not help that I was beautiful. You would be
amazed by the things they tried even in a bigger town with a sheriff. A six
shooter pointing in their faces made life easy for me.
It was my second day in Boulder, Colorado. I had a good run in the poker game
in Nick’s Hotel. I liked the place. Nick was a small thin man, all smile and
friendly until you started trouble. He had you out on the street on your ass
in half a second. He did not like having furniture fixed or replaced. He was
equally good with fists, gun or knife. You could play a good game of cards in
there.
There were five men at the table, and me. The one to my left was particularly
obnoxious. He was ugly and loud, making lewd remarks continuously. He smelled
too. And keep staring at my chest. I did not mind that too much. He could not
pay much attention to the game. It was the man in the blue shirt, sitting
across the table, I was afraid of. He was quiet. He kept looking at my hands,
my posture, my expression. He was trying to read my tale. He was happy to have
smelly distract me. This guy was another pro.
Smelly liked to get his hand on me. That’s the annoying part. I had already
hit him twice with my fan, a fan with hard wood frame, a secret weapon. I
reminded myself to bring my iron framed fan next time I came down, just in
case this smelly son-of-a-bitch also showed up.
He had a six and three tens. I had a pair of fours and a pair of queens up. My
face down card was a queen. I knew he was bluffing. When he was really
excited, he moved his head slightly to the right. So I called. His fifth card
was an ace. There went his last dollar. Suddenly he hollered: “You cheating
bitch. I am going to make you cough it back up.” As he turned the table over,
his hands reached out for my tits. Trapped in my chair, I could only put my
arms up. He got his hand on my right tit and squeezed hard.
“OUTSIDE”. It was Nick barking at the top of his voice. The place became very
quite. Smelly let go of me and stepped back. I turned. Nick had two double-
barrel shot guns, one in each hand. One pointed at smelly and the other one at
me. The barrels were sawed of, with no more than four inches sticking out. At
that range, those guns were as nasty as they came.
Nick marched us outside, his shotguns steady. The sheriff was no where in
sight. Smelly was screaming again and again: “I kill you, bitch.” Nick just
shouted him down: “Twenty feet away from each other, I call one-two-three and
you draw. I shoot the one who touches the gun before I count to three.
Understood?” Nick pointed one gun at the ground and told me to stand there. He
walked a few steps to mark the twenty feet and told smelly: “get your ass over
here.” Then he step away to one side, equal distance from us. His two shot
guns still pointing at us.
“Get ready.“ Hands drop down, half an inch away from the holsters. My heart
beat seemed to slow down. Time seemed to slow down. “One”. I saw smelly
clearly, every hair, every pore. “Two”. I saw his hand shaking a little. He
had quite a bit of whisky in the hotel. “Three”. I drew my gun, rotating it
forward as I pulled it up. As soon as it cleared the holster, I fired. I liked
to hit the feet. It was the first target. It was enough to end a fight. I
never had to kill a man. At that range, I could not miss. And I did not. But I
was really mad. My right tit burned with humiliation. I felt so violated. So I
continued to bring up the gun and fired again at his dick. As the second
bullet hit him, he fired and hit the ground two feet in front of me. Then he
collapsed. The whole street was dead silent, except the saloon girls. They
were cheering wildly, screaming and jumping up and down.
I spent that night with the most beautiful girl from the big saloon next door.
After making love, we talked about that afternoon’s gun fight. She told me I
blew off smelly’s dick and his left ball. His right ball was OK. The doctor’s
maid told everyone who wanted to hear. “You don’t know how much every girl in
town hates that SOB. He apparently has money from somewhere. But he is mean
and tightfisted. He is the most obnoxious man this side of Mississippi. I hate
that smell. It’s a torture to go to bed with him. You are the greatest heroine
to us working girls in this town. Believe me, you can have your pick of the
beauties and most of us would sleep with you for free.”
That was the only time I shot a man’s dick off.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 34,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 118,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
Neo Skin Scanner - An Introduction | NS (No Sex) | A medical breakthrough creates a need for a special biometric scanner. | ` It was an unexpected outgrowth of new medical technology and an inevitable
outgrowth of the war on Terrorism. Existing biometric identification devices
were rendered ineffective with the development of a new synthethic polymer. `
This miracle polymer was fully compatible with all tissue types, and is
responsible for saving thousands of lives. Burnt skin of fire victims could
now be regenerated painlessly without fear of tissue rejection. The polymer,
trademarked "Neo Skin" by its creators, also revolutionalized the cosmetic
reconstruction industry. One could simply walk into a plastic surgeon's
office, and leave with a new youthful face a few hours later.
Espionage agents also capitalized on Neo Skin's flexibility, creating lifelike
faces, fingerprints, and even retinas, after some modifications on the
implantation processes. These spy masks were completely lifelike, and could
circumvent all existing biometric devices which are based on face,
fingerprint, and retinal scan identification.
Alarmed at this development, the United States Government funded a research
effort to create new biometric devices that could detect these Neo Skin Spy
Masks. Results were inconclusive, and no single device could distinguish real
skin and New Skin with regularity.
The researchers refocused their efforts to discover other processes to be used
for biometric scans. The result was a body-wide scanner, which combined palm
prints, retinas, body heat, and DNA scans. Individuals were required to strip,
enter the machine, and press his or her body against the scanners. The results
are compared against a national database, and could routinely be validated
within seconds' time.
The DNA scan created the most controversy. Since it required large amounts of
DNA in a short period of time, the researchers decided to use genitourinary
liquids. Males were tested by their semen, women by their vaginal secretions.
The typical machine is outfitted with an intelligent auto-fitting aperture,
where a man could insert his penis. The machine would measure the penis
length, width, and stimulates the organ with very fast vibrations. Orgasms
typically result in 30 seconds, and the sperm is collected into the DNA
scanner. For the opposite sex, the hole is replaced by a rubber rod. A woman
would insert the rod into her vagina, and push a button to begin vibration.
Again, orgasms result in a very short time, and vaginal secretions are sucked
up by the rod, where it would be diverted to the DNA scanner.
A special problem exist for impotent men and the eunuch community. The
researchers solved it by providing another DNA scanner, similar to the rubber
rod, but one to be inserted into the anus. The device would function similarly
as the rod, and orgasms are theoretically possible.
Due to the threat of AIDS and other sexually-transmitted diseases, everyone is
provided with a condom to put over their penis, for men, or over the rod, for
women. Once identification is complete, the condoms could simply be thrown
away.
The final stumbling block, young children, was resolved by Congress. Since
young boys could not provide the genetic material necessary for the DNA scan
sequence, a law was passed exempting children below 14 years old from such
scans. They would undergo another process, one which utilize their saliva
instead.
The machine was quickly adopted by the United States Government for use in
airports and government buildings. In a few years, it has become a standard
fixture in all developed nations. Regarded as a necessary inconvenience in
homeland security, the religion lobby has all but died out, with the exception
of a few fringe groups.
The developers never realized that their creation also sport another
"feature," which was included in all biometric machines manufactured and sold.
This feature was inserted into the design specifications by a shadowy entity,
and could be activated by a special broadcast through the scanner's wide-area
network.
========================
Brickbats or bouquets at
[email protected]
This is my first story,
folks, so please be
gentle! :)
========================
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 38,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 40,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
Fals Big Day | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | Fal has his genitals removed using a mini guillotine by pretty female cutter. | ` this is based on event that happened in early june 2001 `
Today was Fals big day. Something he had been waiting for all his life was
about to happen today and he was really looking forward to it.This was the day
he met J.J. The Female cutter to have his manhood removed. He drove to her
house and she greeted him at the door. She was beautiful 5'6 brown hair.
"Welcome Fal. I have been looking forward to your visit!" she said as she
invited him into her house. " You will stay here a few days" she stated "your
room is upstairs and there are fresh towels in the bathroom. Go take a
shower!" Fal did as he was told and wnet upstairs and showered and shaved his
penis and scrotum well while in the shower. He finsihed and dried off and put
on a pair of shorts and went back dowstairs.
J.J. was ready for him "Fal lets go downstairs to the basement I have
something I would like you to see!" she stated with a twinkle in her eye. By
now he was getting aroused by the thoughts of what was ahead. "I bought a new
device and wanted to test it out today". She pointed to a miniature
guillotine. "It's designed to cut everything off with one cut" she claimed.
Its easy to operate. you will be secured. your hands and feet tied down and
your penis and scrotum will lie on the base. The blade with come down behind
the genitals removing them in one cut. A metal bowl will be placed in front to
catch everything as it's cut". Fal was delighted and accepted this to be used
in his cutting "Do you wanna fool around first?" Fal asked J.J. She smiled and
said yes. Fall dropped his shorts revelaing the 12 inch cock and low hanging
sack with a pair of testicles that weighed 4 ounces each.
"My God! You're HUGE!" exclaimed J.J. "Yes." Fal said with a smile. "The First
Thing I'm gonna do is suck on your nut sac!" J.J. said. Fal spread his legs
wide letting his sac dangle about. J.J. came up and under him and opened her
mouth wide allowing the enitre scrotum to fit inside her mouth. "MMMM" She
said "Bite my sack J.J."fal said J.J. obliged and played by biting lightly and
closing her teeth on his sac. Of course this action made Fal hard as a rock.
She thought about biting them off but decided to use the guillitine instead.
After 5 minutes of sucking on his sac she started to blow him. Taking in his
large glans first.
"You can bite that as hard as you want!" Fal said. She did do that. Didn't
break the skin but did bite down quite hard.Then she deepthroated him for a
good 15 minutes, sucking up and down taking all of his 12 inches in with what
seemed like ease. Then Fal came. A load shot into J.J.'s mouth which she
slurped up. Then she said "mmmmm . Its Time to use the new machine"
"I'm ready!" said Fal. so she got Fal set up and secured. She placed his penis
and scrotum on the base of the guillotine and place the top piece over it so
it would stay in place and all come off easily. The metal bowl was in place.
It was time.
"All I do is release this chain and the blade comes down." J.J. said as she
pulled the chain. The blade came down. In one swoop all of Fals genitals were
sliced off and now lying in the bowl. She immediately got the bowl and pulled
out Fals penis and balls and held it up in front of him. "This will make a
nice meal!" J.J. exclaimed. Fal passed out when the blade cut off his goods.
She roasted and ate the genitals.
To get a copy ofthe both the before and after photographs or to see the avi
file of fal getting his goods guillotined, email [email protected] and put
"Before and after" in the subject field.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 41,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 66,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Slave Boy On The Run 3 | WARNING | Continued from part 2. Slave boy has been found in the ravine and is chased to a cliff and trapped. Part 3 in the series. | October 22nd 9:10 pm
I am going. Trying to get these leaves and stuff off me as quiet as I can. OK,
now get up as slow as I can. AHHHHHHH Damn it. God that hurts. Oh man. I cant
get off my hands and knees. There is snow covering the ground even here in the
trees now. It is snowing very hard. The wind is coming up down here now. What
is this in the snow? It must be my blood. I can see the dark on the white. I
can feel the gash in my side open and close as I move. It hurts a lot. I have
to get up. I have to get up. AHHHHHHHHH geeze it hurts. Ok. I am up. I am
shaking so hard I can hardly stand. If they see me I don’t know how I can run
from them. THERE IT IS AGAIN! IT IS CLOSER! Someone must be in the ravine. I
cant see anything down the ravine over the tree, it is too dark.
The dogs are working their way around the bottom of the ravine to the east.
They will be to this one before long. My whole groin is on fire. I am bleeding
there, I can feel it on my inner thigh, it is wet there. It feels so odd to
not find my balls there with my hand. DAMN IT. I DIDN’T DO THIS MISTRESS! Oh
man I am crying again. I am lost to her. She hates me now and is angry to
punish me. Slaves that run have their Achilles tendons cut, to crawl about
forever. And their tongues cut out so they cannot speak. Everyone gets to
treat you like a dog. Even the other slaves. I’d rather be dead. I will be if
I keep bleeding like this. Oh god I am coughing. SHIT! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
DOMME KALI! IT IS HER VOICE! SHE IS IN THE RAVINE! DAMN IT. Oh man. RUN YOU
FOOL. She is talking. She must have heard me cough. OK. Here I go. AHH right
on a sharp stick. Ok. Stay in these trees, walk up the ravine. Work up the
side of it. Have to get to the creek. Damn it hurts to move. Quiet, quiet move
quiet. MISTRESS! SHE IS TALKING DOMME KALI THEY ARE IN THE RAVINE! RUN! RUN!
Oh man ah on man SHIT a branch in the face! DAMN IT. Keep going go go go go.
AH MY FEET. Oh man I cant do this. RUN! RUN! DOGS! DOGS! THEY ARE AT THE
RAVINE! RUN DAMN IT RUN!
MISTRESS IS YELLING “UP HERE UP HERE” Run, oh god run run run. AHH THESE
FRIGGING BRANCHES!
SHIT WHERE AM I? I AM NEAR THE TOP OF THE RAVINE WHAT IS HERE? AHHHH DAMN MY
FOOT. I stuck something in it. DAMN I cannot step on it.
WHERE IS THIS? WHERE IS THIS? WHERE AM I? THE TREES ARE ENDED. Shit it is cold
in the wind here. The snow is biting into my skin. It is a blizzard here. THIS
IS EXPOSED HERE. Big open area in front of me. IS IT A FIELD? WHAT THE FUCK IS
IT?
THE DOGS! THEY ARE RUNNING UP THE RAVINE! THEY HAVE ME. I HAVE TO RUN. GO NOW
GO NOW DAMN IT!
AHHHHH NOOOOO NO DAMN IT. I almost fell off. OH GOD! I am on the cliff above
the lake. SHIT HANG ON HANG ON! Get that root. Pull back up. Oh man I can’t
get up I can’t get up. OK OK I CAN DO THIS I CAN DO THIS OK OK OK ARRRRRGGGGG
GOD IT HURTS I am up I am up Oh man I hurt so bad. I can’t breath I can’t
breath take breaths take breaths SHIT SHIT
I am trapped. I am caught. OH GOD! MAYBE I SHOULD JUMP OFF. Oh man. Mistress I
love you. I have to jump off. I can’t let them take me back. It will shame her
to have me there as a runner. Oh god I am sobbing. I want to go back to home
with her. I want her to let me serve her. OH GOD. HELP ME HELP ME.
THE DOGS I CAN SEE THEM! OH GOD THEY ARE HERE I CAN SEE THEM! MISTRESS! DOMME
KALI AND DOM RAY! OTHERS! They are all talking to me. WHAT? WHAT ARE THEY
SAYING? Oh man. I can hardly stand. I CAN’T THINK I CAN’T THINK. I can’t
understand them. It is hard to see. THINK DAMN IT WHAT ARE THEY SAYING TO ME?
SHIT THE EDGE IS AT MY FOOT I AM BACKING RIGHT OVER AGAIN! They are holding on
to the dogs. Mistress is closer I think. I think. It is her. WHAT IS SHE
SAYING?
“I DID NOT DO IT MY LADY I DID NOT DO IT MY LADY!” I am screaming at her. OH
GOD. I can’t understand her. I am getting dizzy, I can’t stand. Must be my
blood loss, I can‘t see hardly. “I DID NOT DO IT PLEASE PLEASE I DID NOT DO IT
MY LADY!” I am screaming so loud it hurts all over. Why can’t I hear what she
is saying? She is holding her hand out, she is saying something. “STAY AWAY
STAY AWAY LET ME GO LET ME DIE HERE! DON’T TAKE ME BACK! DON’T TAKE ME BACK! I
WILL SHAME YOU MISTRESS! I AM A RUNNER! I DIDN’T DO THIS MY LADY! PLEEAAASSSE
I DID NOT DO THIS CRIME”
THE DOG! A DOG! IT IS COMING AT ME! Mistress is yelling at someone else. One
of the others is trying to grab the dog. Mistress is yelling. AHHHHH ARRRRGG
SHIT THE DOG IT IS BITING ME AHHHHHHHH GOD ARRGRGR. HIT IT HIT IT IN THE EYE
IN EYE DAMN IT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
MISTRESS IS SCREAMING SOMETHING. SHE IS RUNNING AT ME. FUCK I AM FAILING! I AM
GOING OVER FUCK FUCK FUCK
“MISSSSTREEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”
End part 3
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 5,
"longest_sentence": 20,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 183,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
A Virgin's Sacrifice | TESTICLES | Liam, Craig and Jeremy want to lose their virginity. Julianne can help them, but this will cost one of them more than money... | ` Julianne felt a familiar shiver of excitement pass through her body,
eventually settling into a warm anticipation between her legs. She was going
to enjoy this. She uncrossed her tanned, shapely legs, allowing the three boys
before her a view straight up her black mini. She wasn’t wearing panties, and
her audience stared in wonder at the promise of heaven within. One even went
as far as to gulp. Then she closed her legs once more and cleared her throat,
drawing their attention back to her angled face. `
‘So,’ she said her voice half seductress and half school-mistress. ‘You boys
want to lose your virginity?’
The boys were seated opposite Julianne on her leather sofa. All aged
seventeen, they were perfectly ripe for her favourite game – desperately horny
and stupidly trusting. They exchanged nervous glances before Jeremy, a tall
boy with a thick crop of blonde hair, responded.
‘Uh… yes. We do.’
Julianne smiled a scarlet-lipped smile as she took a sip of wine. They were
all the same – big talkers around school, but nervous wrecks when faced with a
real woman. And Julianne Delwinter, at thirty-five, was a real woman. She
leant forward to place her wine on the coffee table, giving the boys a view of
her impressive cleavage, before speaking.
‘And the girls at your school told you that if you come here, I could help you
with that?’
‘Yeah,’ said Craig, a burly lad with broad shoulders and a big smile. ‘That’s
what happened. So can you?’
Julianne ran a finger over her right breast as she spoke. ‘Oh, I can help you
boys. I’d love to. But there’s a price.’
‘We’ve got money,’ spat the third boy excitedly. He was a quiet kid named
Liam, who struggled to look Julianne in the eyes. ‘How much do we need?’
‘I don’t want your money,’ said Julianne with a wicked grin. ‘I’m not that
cheap. I demand a much higher price than currency for this service. I mean,
you’re a bunch of learner-drivers, and this is a Ferrari.’
To drive the point home, Julianne undid her top and let her breasts free from
their black bra. The wobbled seductively, their creamy-white flesh extenuated
by the bra-shaped tan line around them. The boys shifted uncomfortably,
failing to hide the bulges in their jeans.
‘We’ll give you whatever you want,’ stammered Jeremy, licking his lips.
‘Anything?’ said Julianne, spreading her legs far enough for the light to
glisten on her moist, hairless crotch.
‘Anything!’ they said in unison.
‘I demand a sacrifice. If one of you gives me their balls, the others will get
to have me.’
The boys sat in stunned silence. It was Craig that finally spoke.
‘I’m sorry… give you their balls? How do you mean?’
‘I mean just that,’ said Julianne with a smile. ‘I get to castrate one of you,
or none of you will ever get inside here.’
She ran a finger across her clitoris slowly.
‘You can’t be serious,’ said Jeremy.
Julianne snapped her legs shut and sighed impatiently. ‘Get out.’
‘No, no. Wait,’ said Liam, his face a picture of desperation. ‘We’ll do it.
But how do we decide… you know, who gets cut?’
Julianne grinned, slowly parting her legs once more. ‘Well, I just cannot
tolerate a man with a small, ugly penis. So I think the best way to decide
would be if I compare your cocks and make the choice myself.’
The three boys looked at each other timidly, eventually nodding in agreement.
‘Great,’ said Julianne with an excited clap of her manicured hands. ‘Let’s see
them, boys.’
Jeremy went first, standing confidently and unbuckling his pants. He yanked
them down and let his erection spring out proudly. It stood straight up, more
than ten inches topped with a purple knob the size of a golf ball. His large
balls were held tight in their sack. Julianne grinned her approval.
‘Very nice,’ she cooed.
Now Craig stood, eyeing off his friend’s organ jealously. He pulled down his
pants and thrust out his dick for inspection. His was only seven inches, but
what it lacked in length it more than made up for in girth. His cock was twice
as thick as Jeremy’s.
‘Not bad,’ Julianne conceded, before turning to Liam. ‘Your turn.’
Liam had gone pale. He had been so confident. He’d seen the both of his
friends naked in the change rooms, and had compared himself to them favourably
on many occasions. But he’d never seen them hard. He stood nervously and undid
his pants. Then he pulled them down slowly to reveal his hard prick. At five
inches, it looked a miserable sight between the two impressive cocks it was
being compared with. His balls were held tight, as though trying to hide.
Julianne raised an eyebrow.
‘We have a winner,’ she laughed. ‘That little thing isn’t going anywhere near
me.’
‘Wait,’ spluttered the panicked Liam.
‘Uh-uh, honey, you agreed to the terms. Hold him!’
Craig and Jeremy grabbed the squirming boy by the arms, easily overpowering
their smaller friend. Their erections slapped against his side as he
struggled. While this was going on, Julianne reached into a drawer beside her
and produced a gleaming metal clamping device. She eyed the device off,
playing a hand across her vagina before getting up and walking to the
restrained Liam.
‘Oh, don’t worry, sweety,’ she soothed. ‘It’s just a little chop, and then you
can sit back and watch your friends fuck me with those big, fat cocks of
theirs.’
Liam was crying now, blubbering and begging his friends.
‘Sorry, dude,’ said Jeremy, moving his hips so his knob rubbed against Liam’s
side. ‘But this is so worth it.’
‘Now,’ said Julianne to Jeremy. ‘Can you hold him on your own?’
‘No problem,’ he replied, moving behind Liam and hooking his arms under the
struggling boy’s.
‘Good. Now you,’ she said to Craig. ‘Can get down here and taste me.’
Craig was more than happy to oblige, kneeling behind the bending woman and
diving his tongue into her juicy pleasure-zone. Julianne began to breathe
heavily.
‘Ready to say goodbye to those little balls?’ she asked.
Liam shook his head and wailed.
‘Oh,’ she groaned, holding the clamp open and pulling his balls forcibly down
into the steel jaws. ‘Too bad.’
Julianne held Liam’s balls in her left hand. Her face turned hard and with her
right she squeezed the clamp’s handle. There was a sickening crunching sound,
and then the sack fell away from Liam’s writhing body. He screamed in horror.
Unconcerned, Julianne dropped the clamp and reached into the sack, pulling out
the pink, fleshy balls and holding them up to her face. She gasped
ecstatically, grinding her dripping pussy into Craig’s face as she stared at
the severed nuts. She orgasmed as she crushed the testicles in her hand,
letting the mix of blood and sperm run down her arm and across her bouncing
breasts.
Liam, shaking and delirious, was laid on the couch. Julianne took a mere five
minutes to clean the wound, make sure the cords were properly crushed and then
sow up the ugly hole.
He was, a Julianne had promised, allowed to watch his friends fuck the
gorgeous Julianne. Neither of them lasted very long, the excitement of
watching Liam’s balls getting cut and the pure pleasure provided by an
experienced woman proving too much for even Jeremy’s massive cock. Julianne
knelt before them and let them explode onto her, their cum bouncing across her
lips and tongue, before dribbling down her chin and onto her tits. She did
this with relish, all the time keeping her eyes, and her smile, fixed clearly
on the boy she took so much pleasure in castrating. But Liam didn’t look back.
His weeping eyes simply jumped between the two sets of healthy balls bouncing
around beside Julianne’s beautiful face. Then he looked to his bloody, ruined
testicles lying uselessly on the floor, a meter from the fleshy, empty sack at
his feet.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 37,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 124,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
SEINFELD GETS SINGED | Jerry Seinfeld,George,Kramer and Newman are castrated to gratify Elain's sexual fetish. | It is a typical Seinfeld day. Jerry is sitting at his word
processor and George has just popped in after work. George is
lounging on the couch, fully emmersed in what is being ommitted by
his walkman.
"What are you listening to? You haven't showed that much attention
span since they've started showing those old Bosco commercials on TV
Land." , Jerry asked in his pattened prissy voice.
"You be quiet about that, to many people around me know my password
already.I'm listening to that old tape of Elain talking dirty,
remember, from a few years ago. I found it while I was cleaning my
closet."
"I'm surprised about two things", Jerry explains,"One is that you
would clean that rats nest you live in,and two, is how small your
pecker is. Shrinkage My ass!" Jerry points at george's small bulge in
his pants.
"You think yours is bigger?", George asks, obviously embarrased.
"I know so,lets show each other our dicks; i'll prove it to you."
The two stood up and faced each other like gun slingers.In unison,
they both quickly pulled down their pants. Jerry had a thick eight
inch erection, and a long plunp cock that hung between his
smooth,muscular things.Where as george onthe other hand had a four
inch dick,with peanut size balls, resting between flabby thinghs.
The door opens and Elain walks in, her face in shock.Yet, she
couldn't keep her eyes off Jerry and George's cocks.
"Well George,I see you got one hell of a short story.", Elain teased
in a sexy voice."judging from your boners you men need areal woman."
George and jerry were speechless. Elain stripped down to ablack g-
string.She had a wonderful tan body and nice,firm breats.
'Get ready boys,you are in for a cum of a life time."
Elain bends down and removes Kramer's severed head!An added shock was
that his testicles were shoved up his nostrils, It looked almost like
what an African tribe would do to modify ther bodies.
George and jerry screamed. Elain looked at their nowflacid dicks,"You
guys could use some mango." | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 6,
"longest_sentence": 41,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 30,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
|
Learn to like it, Little Girl | Clitoridectomy, torture | Lauren's insolence has landed her a PIT session with Serena. This does not bode well for poor Lauren. Oh well, newbs will learn eventually. | Lauren had been waiting on the table for a little under an hour when Serena
strolled in. She casually laid out all of her various instruments on the
counter. She gave Lauren a large bottle of water to drink and instructed that
she drink it all within the next few minutes. Lauren obeyed readily. It was
never aa good idea to disobey "Mistress" Serena, as most of the Center called
her. Officially there were no titles of power and submission here, as power
switched from person to person so frequently. But in the PIT, Serena was the
Mistress of the Domain. Unlike the other session Doms, she had actually chosen
a permanent position here. Lauren wondered about that as Serena strapped her
into stirrups. When she was done with the water, Serena also bound her hands
and placed a ball gag in her mouth. Interestingly enough, the PIT was the only
place in the Center where screaming was allowed. Of course, the main reason
for this was because everything was allowed here. Unlike the other levels of
the Center, which all had certain restrictions, the PIT was free-form torture.
Lauren had orgasmed without permission, and screamed during torture on top of
it, and therefore she had earned a session with Serena.
"You been here long, Lauren?" Lauren shook her head no.
"Who initiated you?" Lauren tried to say "Gavin" through the gag.
"Gavin?" Lauren nodded.
"No wonder. That fucking pansy. He'll let his initiates get away with
anything." She sighed. "Now let's see what we've got here." She examined
Lauren's genitalia, voluptuous folds of clitoral hood and inner labia, perky
larger-than-average clitoris,nice tight little ass and pussy.
"Shit, girl, you ain't hardly even been broken in yet." Lauren mentally
protested that she had endured plenty of torture already, but it was no good
to argue. She'd never had Serena before as a session Dom, she wasn't about to
risk pissing her off. Serena smiled. She clamped Lauren's little nipples nice
and tight. Then she reached down and pinched Lauren's clitoris. She pinched it
a few more times, until it was erect.
"Good girl. I bet the boys love that fleshy clit of yours. Have you had a
session with Bruno yet?" Lauren shook her head. Serena tied a rope around her
waist, looping it up across her clit so that when she attached the rope to the
ceiling, it tightened on Lauren's clit and her asscrack at the same time.
Serena hoisted her up nice and high and secured the rope. She then got out a
short whippy flogger and began to flog her pussy, focusing on her clit.
Serena's aim was perfect. She let up as tears streamed down Lauren's face.
"Better watch out. Bruno has a thing for clit-cutting. He especially has a
hard-on for cutting nice big clits like yours. " Lauren shuddered.
"Now Lauren. I realize that you have to pee now. That will not be happening.
If you urinate, I will cut off your clit right now. Understood?" Lauren
nodded, miserably. She DID have to pee badly. Serena began to massage her clit
gently through the ropes and immediately blood flowed into it, making it
erect. She flicked the engorged pleasure node with her fingertip as Lauren
winced. Serena let Lauren down, relieving the pressure from the ropes on the
sides of her clit. She separated Laruen's legs by tying them to the stirrups
and putting a spreader bar between her knees.
"Now, let's see to your little pee-hole." Serena grabbed the smallest female
sounding rod and slid it into Lauren's peehole. It was a new sensation for
Lauren, one that she didn't particularly enjoy. Serena slid it out and out the
next biggest one in. This was slightly more uncomfortable, but still not
painful.
"We like to stretch all the holes down here in the PIT," said Serena as she
removed this rod and put in a third one. This one did not go in easily and was
painful. It also caused Lauren to want to piss even more badly.
After Serena had removed the third rod, she took out a small pump and
suctioned Lauren's clit up into it as far as she could pull it. Lauren moaned
in pleasure and a little bit of pain.
"Now, Lauren, since you have such a nice clit, I'm going to do you a favor and
cut it off."
"What! But you said...."
"To save you from future PIT sessions, so you don't unnecessarily orgasm
during a session. But I'm not going to do it yet. I'm going to let you think
about as your clit swells from the suction." Lauren nodded miserably.
"You will learn to behave, little girl. And maybe next time I have you, you
will have learned to like the pain. We all do, eventually." Serena rolled out
a fucking machine and lubed up Lauren's ass. She turned it on and the machine
began pounding her tight little ass. Serena sat in a chair with her legs
spread. By now she had aquired 8 outer labia piercings and a fourchette
piercing. She took a large, sharp knife out and began masturbating with it,
occasionally drawing blood for fun. When she had come several times she
stopped the machine and began to run the knife across Lauren's labia lightly
with the sharp edge.
"No, please!" cried Lauren.
"Just accept it. You are no longer going to have a clit. Maybe you'll get
another one eventually, but only if your behavior drastically improves." At
this point Serena pressed a button on the suction device and Lauren gasped in
pain as a blade came out and lopped off her clit. Serena removed the suction
and placed a hot iron agianst the wound to cauterize it. Lauren passed out.
"Wussy newbs." Sighed Serena.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 42,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 92,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Vampire I | TESTICLES, MINOR | Boy meets a vampire. | ` A shadow moves across the pavement, its silhouette barely visible`
under the shifting light of the street lamps. Suddenly, a young
prostitute ceases to be. The carcass of what was once an attractive
woman lies in the gutter, its throat slit and cooling blood pouring
into the Seattle storm drain.
Michael stares moodily at the rooftops lumbering above. Seemingly
effortlessly, he propels himself several stories above his previous
position. The claws on his right hand still drip the blood of the
prostitute he had just fed upon. A small crimson pool forms by his
side as he contemplates the bleak cityscape. Then, something
catches his un-dead eye. A boy, perhaps 17 walking alone through
the perilous streets. Golden hair in a skater cut and a skate board
under his arm, these are details totally foreign to Michael, a
product of the 1920s American youth. Though the boy is still over a
hundred yards away, Michael's vision allows him to study the finest
detail of the 5'10" boy, from his green eyes to the way his ass
moves in his baggy pants.
The vampire leaps from his position on the rooftop to another closer
to the boy. The boy is coming towards him. In a matter of seconds,
Michael is standing directly above the unsuspecting boy. He readies
himself to pounce on the beautiful blonde boy below. Suddenly the
boy takes a right down the road leading to the fallen prostitute.
Michael lands on the ground just behind the boy in an alleyway. The
boy screams and the vampire steps out from behind the building.
Michael for the first time notices the ear-bud headphones and the
noise coming from them.
The boy stares at the figure before him for a second before running
in the opposite direction. The vampire makes a single lunge and
closes the more than hundred feet between them and tackles the boy,
simultaneously cupping his cold, bloody hand over the youth's face.
"Now my boy, this is just too easy. Killing can get so old, know
what I mean?" he whispers in the youth's ear. "No, of course you
don't. I could kill you in any number of ways, running my claws
across your throat, ripping your larynx out with my fangs, perhaps
just rip your head clean off your shoulders. I could you know...
I've done it before. Now don't look so shocked. I am a creature of
the Night you know. But I have been alone so very long. Now I am
going to let go of you. If you scream or run I will kill you." The
vampire let the boy go, blood runs down the boy's face. "Now, tell
me, what is your name?"
"I-I'm Brent"
"And what brings you into my Territory?"
"I was going home." An extended silence prompts Brent, "From a
friend's house."
"I see. Well, I will let you live if you can escape me. You have 30
seconds to get out of here." Brent bolted from his position and
sprinted away in the direction he was going before being pounced on.
The youthful vampire with black wavy hair and azure eyes watched
the boy leave. "Good job my friend. Perhaps we will meet again."
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 46,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 44,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
follow up #1 to When I lost it | MINOR | what happens next | ` A few months after surgery, I asked," Mommy, am I going to get my dinky
back?" She answered," No dear. You are my little girl now. In fact , this
Saturday we are going to have a big party to celebrate you being a girl. I've
invited all of our family and friends to come see you It will be fun. I
thought,wow! A party for me! When Saturday arrived, mom was busy getting
things ready. I asked," What should I wear today?" She answered,"Nothing. You
must be naked for everyone to see that you are really a girl now." I helped
her finish preparing things, setting the table, helping with decorating . She
told me to stay naked just like I've always been. She placed a little stand in
the middle of the table. I ask,"What's that for?" She said you'll see. I left
the room. When I returned later, I saw l claer glass container sitting on the
stand. She said,"See,that's your little dinky in that jar."I looked closely.
It looked so natural. It was preserved in its stiff erect state. It looked as
fresh as if it was still on me. Even the head was still pink. The base of it
had the skin secured so that it looked like it never was cut. When the people
started arriving, I went up to my room. After everyone was there, mom colled
me to come down. I slowly walked down the stairs. I've never seen so many
people in the house before. When I entered, every body cheered welcome little
girl. They all looked me over closely and smiled and said how cute a girl I
am. After we finished the cake and icecream, mom brought the jar with my dinky
in it to the crowd. She showed it to everyone. they all seemed to enjoy seeing
it and some even laughed. Mom told them she was going to keep it forever to
remember the boy she once had. She is so happy to have a little girl to enjoy
now.
* * *
` | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 24,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 38,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Penis hanging in the nude | BI | Boys are hanged bare ass naked by the penis and balls with a rope. | Boys are hanged naked by the penis and balls . They strip naked and
shave each others dick and balls nice and smooth. They walk out bare
ass in front of evryone. A long bench is put under a low tree
branch on an old hanging tree. The naked boys 12 to 15 years old
step up on to the bench side by side . Each boy has a rope tied to
the branch in front of him . It hangs down in front of his sex organ
with a noose made to fit around the boys penis and balls.Most of
the boys have big hard dicks. The noose is tied around their dick
and balls and they start to turn cold and blue. The pain of tied
penis and balls starts fast. Balls swell up big and painful. Boys
cry naked and look at each others tied penis and balls . Hot little
bare asses side by side. Hands are tied and the bench is taken away.
The boys hang by the penis and balls and cry , "OH! IT HURTS!!
They hang naked with blue balls and penis cold sperm shoots out as
they hang . Hang nude boys, it will never work again cold penis and
balls. Sad crying nude boys. | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 1,
"longest_sentence": 23,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 19,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
Highveld Story | STRAIGHT | The land where these events took place no longer exists. It jumped from a feudal to a democratic society one day in 1994. There are a few who still long for the good old bad old days | ` Highveld Story `
by
Kortpeel
Goudplaas, Transvaal, 1951
Hendrik Bester belched and gave a contented grunt as he eased his huge frame
into the rocking chair on the stoep of his farmhouse. He'd had a good meal,
now he wanted to relax and watch his mealies grow as he smoked a pipe and
enjoyed a dop or two of brandywyn.
All in all, he reflected, things weren't too bad. There was going to be a good
crop this year and he'd be able to pay off his debts, well most of them. You
couldn't ease off though. The main problem was the labour and getting them to
do their work. But they were a lazy bunch! Only that morning he'd had to take
one of them into the barn to sort him out with the sjambok. Which one was
that? Ah yes, Sam, a trouble maker if ever there was one. Hmm, what he got
this morning should stop his nonsense for a while.
Another belch brought the taste of his supper into his mouth again. Delicious.
His wife, Joanna, was a good cook who always saw that her husband and six
children were well nourished.
He'd been lucky to marry Joanna. He'd always fancied her but Andries van
Niekirk had been calling on her in those days. He was a wimp of a man but
there'd been something about him that Joanna liked. Hennie smiled to himself.
He recalled the night that he'd seen Dries van Niekirk dressed in his Sunday
best and smelling of mothballs on a week day. He had a bunch of flowers and
was walking to Joanna's house. Hennie had tied him up and put him on a goods
train that was about to leave for Johannesburg. Hennie himself had given the
flowers to Joanna who, disappointed at being stood up by Andries, accepted
Hennie's proposal. The rest was history.
Ironically enough, Andries went on to become the Domini at their local
Reformed Church and now he tapped Hennie up for his annual tithe.
Hendrik remembered how it had been when they were first married. Joanna, until
then an innocent naive virgin, as all good boeremeisies were in those days,
had taken to nookie like a duck to water. She would scream so loud in her
passion that once he'd chaffed her that she'd wake the neighbours. A town
girl, she'd believed him for a second until she remembered Hendrik's boast
that the nearest house to theirs was so far away that you couldn't see the
smoke from their chimney. After that she'd scream louder than ever.
These past few years Joanna had changed. She was still a fine woman and in
good shape but she didn't want him even to touch her any more. Some weeks ago
he'd been feeling really horny and had demanded her services. He'd forced the
issue but afterwards Joanna complained to the Kirk elders about it. As a
result Domini van Niekirk called and told him to behave himself. He quoted
something from the Holy Book about 'plucking your eye out' that Hennie hadn't
quite understood. Hennie was quite happy with his eyes and would never do
anything so verdomde stupid.
Hennie thought that a man had his needs and it was his wife's duty to meet
them. And for sure it was fok all to do with the Kirk elders. Especially
Domini van Niekirk. Any more of his kak and he'd be on the train to
Johannesburg again. Just to assert his point Hennie had taken Joanna again
that same night.
And now the blerry bottle was empty. Magtig but brandywyn doesn't last like it
used to.
The world seemed a little unsteady as Hendrik pulled himself to his feet.
Earth tremors, no doubt. That was all the fault of the English and their
bliksemse gold mines, stealing a man's land from under his feet. He made it
and headed for the door.
A little nookie with Joanna would round the evening off nicely. Ja, a man
needs a pomp after a good meal, a smoke and a few drinks. Real entertainment,
like the good Lord intended. None of that blerry wireless nonsense.
"Joanna," He called lurching into the kitchen. "Where are you, vrou?"
"The missus has gone to bed, master," Prudence the maid told him. Prudence was
just finishing the clearing up after their meal.
"Kak!" Joanna slept in her own room these days and she locked the door.
Hendrik could easily have pushed the door open but then he'd have to repair it
afterwards.
Prudence was putting some pots away in a bottom cupboard. Hendrik found
himself looking at her arse as she bent over. It was quite shapely in a black
sort of way. "Ag nie, man," he told himself.
Prudence straightened up and became aware of the master looking at her.
Hendrik had been ashamed of himself for what he'd just been thinking. His
first reaction was to get out of the kitchen. Then he saw that look on
Prudence's face. Her eyes had gone big and round. She was trembling, running
her tongue over her lips.
It didn't occur to Hendrik that she was scared. "The bitch fancies me," he
thought. A man's judgement is never at its best when there is alcohol in his
blood. And it's even worse when his groin is stirring. He advanced on
Prudence.
It was dark as Sam Malingwe stealthily made his way from his quarters to the
farmhouse. He'd spent all day honing the blade of the knife that he carried
and each stroke of the honing had increased the hatred that he felt in his
heart for the oubaas. It was one thing for the oubaas to use the sjambok on
him for not working hard. Maybe he even deserved it although he didn't think
so. But for the oubaas to fuck Prudence: that was something no man could
tolerate and still live with himself.
It had taken Sam a few days of careful thinking to reach this conclusion.
Prudence had cried when she'd told him what the oubaas had done to her. It was
a very wrong thing but she'd urged Sam not to do anything. She knew that
whatever happened it would not stop there. The police would come and there'd
just be more trouble. They would take Sam away and hang him.
Sam had consulted the spirits of his ancestors on this. They had said that
there are limits to the wrongs a man can undergo and still be a man. This
wrong should be avenged.
And vengeance was but moments away. The plan was simple. The oubaas would sit
on his stoep until the bottle was empty. Sam would creep up from behind, put a
hand over the mouth and let the knife do its work.
But now, as he inched his way along the hedgerow toward the stoep, Sam could
hear voices. Something was wrong. There were never visitors at this time of
night. Did the white man have a way of knowing what he planned? Someone lit a
hurricane lamp and Sam could make out the oubaas in his chair. Other men were
standing around. Yaai! They were praying. Sam recognised the thin man in black
as the priest from the white man's church. Now he was reading from the bible.
Suddenly the men left. Just walked away. Only the thin one, the priest
remained. He tapped on the door. "Dit is gedoen," (It is done) he said and
walked after the other men.
Joanna emerged a few moments later. She fussed around the chair and Sam
realised that she was untying him. The oubaas did not get up. Joanna called
into the house. Prudence appeared and together the two women got the huge man
to his feet and, supporting him, helped him into the house.
"You see, there was no need for us to do anything to the master," Prudence
told Sam when she got in. "The white people did it for us."
"What did they do to him."
"He is no longer a man." Prudence put her arms around Sam. Maybe tonight they
would make a baby. Sam was her man. And he had a much smaller belly and a much
bigger prick than the master.
End
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 41,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 120,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Indian traveler robbed, knifed Victim's penis was cut in 'lesson' | Forced Circumcision (true) | True story from the Fort Wayne (Indiana) Journal-Gazette | ` Indian traveler robbed, knifed Victim's penis was cut in 'lesson' `
By Karen Balsley
The Journal Gazette
Two men attempted to circumcise a man of Indian descent by force this month
after robbing him of his wallet and calling him an Arab, a Fort Wayne police
report said.
According to the report, made public Saturday, the man came to Fort Wayne on
Sept. 18 looking for a job and a place to stay.
About 10 p.m., he pulled off Interstate 69 at Dupont Road into a shopping
complex, where a man approached him and asked for directions.
When the Indian man said he was not from the area, another man, who was
driving the car of the man seeking directions, pulled out a knife. The two men
then started yelling at the Indian man about not being American and called him
an Arab, the report said.
The two men then demanded the man's wallet, which he handed over. They then
told him to drop his pants and boxer shorts, and again the man complied,
according to the report.
The men whispered something to each other before turning back to the Indian
man and stating they were going to "teach him a lesson." One man told him, "To
be an American, you have to be circumcised," the report said.
The driver then cut a wound the size of a penny on the tip of the Indian man's
penis, police said. As he cried, the men laughed, then drove away, the report
said.
The Indian man went to a local hospital for treatment and reported the crime
to police Friday morning, according to the report.
Complete descriptions of the man's attackers were not provided in the report.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 61,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 14,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
S-M Cult | The new "SM-Cult"
Introduction
The world has changed. Men are used by women very seldom. Intelligent work is
done by theirseves, for
the dirty work there are machines, using men as semen donators is very
unsecure in these times of cloning
and men as partners are abolished by women, shortly and painfully. "We have to
do nothing with these
dirty pigs" (original fem quotation).
Sometimes you will find some "men" in the agriculture or forestry with a
special dressing, even in distance
signed as slaves and their build are looking in a strange way very similar,
unpersonally.
A glimpse on history
A new cult was created, a substitute religion for these under-privileged
beings, which contents elements of
eastern wisdom, veterinary knowledge, slave economy and "proverbs" of bull-
fights.
The men are divided in rulers and - in majority- slaves, who will find with
their ordination, initiation,
meaning castration, their real self-determination, their life-sense. Women
consider themselves to good for
such a bloody business. In contrary they can look at these brutes, horny
animals with hate and full of
contempt.
The conditions
When a man feel, that he can't control himself, his sex-drive, he can make a
pre-decision in the age of 16
years: to be a slave (and a "servant in the SM-cult") or to make a career as
(temporary) sadistic master. In
the next three years he will be educated by men (oy every kind) and prepared
for the great sacrifice festival
(when he has reached the age of 19 or at least 20 years).
For this purpose the genital parts of the slaves were infibulated, e.g. with
soldered wires through cock,
urethra and sac this package is sealed up. With hot wax the whole shame hair,
often the whole body hair
is removed in early times and forever. Generally the slaves are not allowed to
have sexual activities and a
masturbation can be done only with a specific permit of the teachers
(naturally without removing the
wires). And this permit is given only in long periods (and more and more
rarely).
In the weeks inbetween the sex parts are toughened with whips, ice-water, hot
irons, alkaline solutions
and soars - until there are no feelings, sensivitiy in the cock or sac. There
is only the dull, stupid urge to
give a sense to these sexual flesh - until the big moment of ordination is
performed.
The new SM-cult - details
This initiation will take part in a sound-isolated dungeon, in the deep night,
with solemn singing, with
incense and candles. Mostly there are the sados, priests, slaves and
candidates - normallly naked -, but
sometimes there are some female visitors, representatives of the female sex-
hygienic counsel; they control
the keeping of the cult-regulas and were turned on by the bloody mysteria.
1\. Normal woring slaves (for the agriculture and forestry) were bounded.
Their sac and cock is fixed with
slopes and wires and then - a veterinary removes with a few cuttings of a
sharp knifes all the parts, which
were former essentials parts of the manhood. Sometimes the milked (or last
time ejaculated liquid (with a
little blood) is used for a special beauty creme for women.
2\. Especially well built slaves have to fix their parts themselves on a
wooden block. Only with one stroke
of a sword the cock and sac will jump by itself in prepared buckets. With a
hard lusty cry and minutes
lasting blood streams they loose their manhood, which were exhibited in
specific SM-museums. Every city
is proud of a rich collection of the genitals of their (former) men. That this
operation sometimes will cause
bleed to death is quite normal: let the flesh take its course.
3\. And there are men who will loose their male parts within a specific
sacrifice in the original SM-cult. The
sado-priest pierce the erected cocks of the candidates with really big
needles. According to the choice of
the victims their sex-parts were roasted, cut in slices (and served with
onions as kebab), the sac is opened
and the testicles were turned off, needled or bitten. The slave will fall in
wild spasm, his shouting is a
unique "yes, yes, go further, more ...". The brunsty cries will excite the
spectators and the female
representatives will have some (not admitted) orgasm. Their juice will be
mixed with the bloody male
scraps - the whole ground is so slippery as a dockyard when the ships are
launching with soft soap. The
parts were given to the godess "KALI II". The sculpture of the old Indian Kali
and a decorated, dressed up
priest are looking on the scenes full of joy (this priest is also a during
months cruelly emasculated person,
who get huge breasts through hormones). The plates around this sculptures were
filled slowly, the tips of
the cocks are showing in an only dircetion -- what a wonderful view.
These slaves have the best conditions, perspectives for the future; often they
can be servants of the sados,
they were educated to priests of the SM-cult or they were sold for a lot of
money to she-rulers - because of
their steadfastness.
4\. At least there are wild "bullfights", where the naked slaves are trying to
snatch off their male parts with
bare hands, without knifes or other sharp instruments. These struggles are
very appreciated by the slaves,
because they have the feeling of a victory - after winning and for a short
time. But there will be no winner
effectivly, there is only a life without male genitals.
The sados are obliged that no slave can leave the dungeon with a full male
equipment. Otherwise they are
the next victims in this moment, but nevertheless they also have to be slaves
after five years.
The end of the ceremonies
After this wild, long hours lasting sacrifices all the slaves were united in
loud shouting, enthusiastic hymns
for their SM-cult, really often even mixed with tears and blood. They were
proud: They and their sexual
flesh have found their determination - cutted and sacrificed. Then in the
personal papers will be written
the ordination and the specific slave category.
Personal conclusions
Naturally in the meantime the reporter has to decide for a slave category.
"The most beautiful thing for me is the cult and order of the third category.
I am ready to sacrifice
(surrender) my sexual parts to the sculpure of Kali - no pain is big enough to
prevent me doing this. My
flesh, my dirty, useless sex-parts are longing for bloody pain, real tortures,
I should cry for hours
("more,more") - please dear, dear sadistic priests make me to your obedient
eunuch in our holy SM-cult." | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 65,
"num_participle_phrases": 3,
"num_sentences": 51,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
||
Twelve | NULLIFICATION | A guy walking thru the forest.... | ` He walked down the track towards the beach. As it got narrower he moved off
the track to strip off. He enjoyed walking nude through the pines. Afew
hundred meters forther along he could hear voices. Women were chanting "Ten
Ten Ten" rang out. Where the hermits house used to be was now a high fence.The
chanting was coming from the otherside. The fence was solid apart from one
small hole. He bent to look through it. As he put his eye level with the hole
a stubby finger poked hard into it. He fell to the ground in agony his eye
watering. The woman now chanted "Twelve Twelve Twelve" `
Two woman grabbed him and dragged him through a gate in the fence.They
stripped him and placed him on a large X frame.Spreading his legs wide they
tied a cord around his balls. They changed color from pale pink to a dark
purpley red.
The bloodied shears were placed against his balls and opened so his balls fell
into the jaws.
The chant continued louder " Twelve Twelve Twelve"
A high pitch scream drowned them all out as the shears were closed severing
his balls. They plopped onto the stainless plate and the balls rolled out of
the sac.
A lady stepped forward and lifted the balls by their cords high above her
head.
The chant continued this time they were chanting " Smash them Smash them"
She carried them dangling in front of her to the large wooden block. She
picked up the wooden mallet and held it high above her head.
Smash them Smash them, the ladies shouted out.
The mallet hit the block with a thud. Mashing the balls into a red bloodied
mess.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 29,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 25,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
Temp Castrates Her Way ToThe Top!! | TESTICLES | An office manager seduces temps who come and go in his office, but eventually he meets his match.... | ` I'd been office manager for years. I'd shag any temp who worked there. Then
I'd give them a bad rep to their agency, and they'd get recalled. It was
heaven. `
One day Judith came to work as a temp. She was tall, with raven black hair,
huge, round breasts and a big, shapely backside. I got her alone and told her
how beautiful she was.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked outright.
"Y-y-y-yes.." I stuttered.
"You can, on one condition" she said. "What's that?" I asked. " I castrate you
afterwards," she replied.
"You're not serious," I said. "Well, if you want to fuck me, we'll meet in the
sick room after work."
I was there. She'd got there before me. She stripped off, revealing the most
gorgously huge non-fake boobs I'd ever seen. I stripped off too, and I played
with her outsize clit till she came convulsively. She went down on me and just
as I was about to come, she pulled me into her. I came copiously into her,
then lay back.
She offered me a soft drink. I foolishly accepted. I drank, then passed out.
The drink had been drugged.
When I woke, I was tied to the bed. Judith stood at the head of the bed, still
naked, holding a scalpel and scisssors. I tried to scream, but Judith had
stuffed my hanky in my mouth and gagged me with her thong.
"You've had the sex, now the castration!" said Judith triumphantly. "You
thought I was joking. I wasn't. That's a camcoder on the table behind us. I
will cut your balls off, and you will give me a permanent job here. With
regular promotions. Otherwise, all the women here will get to know that the
great stud has had his man jewels cut off by a woman!!"
I cried and whimpered as she cut my scrotal skin away with the scalpel,
leaving my balls hanging free.
"Say goodbye to them!!" she whooped, as she cut them off with the scissors,
one by one. She brandished them to the camcorder, and then slowly ate them.
She staunched my wounds, untied me,and turned me loose, having secured the
tape from the camcorder..
That was 5 years ago. She's my boss now. I gave her the job. I couldn't
complain.I'd agreed to the castration, only I hadn't thought she was serious.
And I couldn't face the humiliation of everyone knowing that a slip of a girl
had cut my balls off.
You hear of women sleeping their way to the top. I think she castrated her way
to the top, as all the men who she worked for seem to have had her promoted,
and to have lost their own sex drive at the same time. The women gossip that
Judith has a jar of suspicios looking egg-like organs in her flat. I wonder.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 5,
"longest_sentence": 40,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 54,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
Naked Swim Club | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | Thanx to Micropenis who wrote a similar story in German. I based this on his work. | ` Naked swim club `
I had been dating Valerie for a couple months. We had a lot in common and got
along great, but still no sex. Lots of hugging and kissing, but nothing else.
Not that I was in a big hurry. See, I have a big problem. OK, a “small”
problem. My dick is only 4 inches hard. So I hadn’t been with many women. The
few I had had sex with didn’t stick around very long. Some actually laughed at
it, not that I blame them.
One Friday afternoon, Valerie asked me to take her to a swim club she’d heard
about. When we walked in and said “2 to swim, please”, the clerk (a beautiful
young lady) asked a very strange question. “Does he have a penis?” she asked
Valerie about me. Valerie answered as if it were a common question. “I think
so, don’t you, Mike?” “Of course, I’m a man.” Valerie and the clerk laughed.
“Well, you see, this is a naked swim club. For legal reasons, we have to allow
men at least some of the time, so men get to swim here on Mondays. The rest of
the time, only women and men without penises are allowed. That way, the women
aren’t offended or bothered by erections and come-ons.”
I was a bit shocked. “So are there that many penisless men who come here?” I
almost joked. “More than you might think,” the cute clerk replied. “So,” said
my girlfriend, “he’ll have to have his thing cut off before he can swim here
anytime?” “That’s right,” answered the clerk. The next question from Valerie
really surprised and excited me. “So where can we have this done?” I looked at
Val in shock, but she and the clerk seemed to be talking about car repairs.
Like penectomies are an everyday thing. “Oh, we do that right here,” said the
clerk, “right through that door there.”
Valerie took my hand and led me through the door as if I had no say in the
matter. Ok, I admit, I’ve often fantasized about getting rid of my tiny worm.
It’s been nothing but embarrassment most of my life. I’d probably be better
off without it, especially if I had a woman who wanted me that way. Still, I
was quite hesitant to be de-cocked. Fantasy and joking are not the same as
major surgery. Well, minor surgery in my case.
The room looked like any doctor’s office examining room, table and all. A hot
young female doctor was there, waiting. “So, you want your man to fit in here,
I see. Just have him read and sign this consent form, I’ll be right back.”
Everyone was treating me like a pet. Talking to Valerie about me, not to me. I
was surprised she was even going to wait for my consent. Val handed me the
form and we sat down. I never even asked her if or why I should do this for
her. It seemed to already be decided. She wanted it, so I guess I might as
well. I signed the form.
Soon the doctor was back and told me to get undressed. “Would you like to do
it?” she asked Valerie. “Sure, thanks,” Val said. The doctor handed a small
round device to my sweetheart. “Just put this on his penis, pull the penis out
as far as possible, then press the red button. The penectomizer does the rest.
He’ll be numbed, fixed, and cauterized in a moment.” Valerie took it, put it
on me and a minute later, my tiny worm was on the floor. The doctor picked it
up and threw it in a waste basket. I’d never seen Valerie so happy. “Thanks
for letting me fix you. I love you, but I hate dicks, so when I heard about
this place, I had to bring you. My sister and her husband are members. She de-
cocked him last week. Sorry for the deception, but I thought it best if you
didn’t have time to think about it. And you didn’t lose much, huh?” she
smiled. “I love you too, baby. I think we’ll be very happy now,” I answered.
The doctor put in a catheter, gave me a pain prescription and told me to come
back in two days. Soon, we got to go to the naked swim club anytime we wanted.
And you’d be very surprised at how many penisless men there are in this city.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 29,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 76,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | None | Ryan’s Story 2, pt.2
NONE ENTERED BY AUTHOR | {
"has_passive_voice": false,
"max_nested_clauses": 0,
"longest_sentence": 11,
"num_participle_phrases": 0,
"num_sentences": 1,
"is_complex": false,
"reasons": [],
"score": 0
} | 0 | false |
|
Lady Charlotte and the Groom | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Lady Charlotte displays her usual cavalier attitude towards gelding the \'livestock\' she owns. | ` Lady Charlotte arrives at the stables for an invigorating afternoon ride;
the memory of the momings 'ride' with Melanie still fresh in her mind. `
She stoops to flick a speck of dust from her boots and immediately senses a
young groom's eyes eroding the taut cloth of her brilliant white jodphurs.
With a single movement she stands, twists around and slashes her riding crop
across his left cheek, eliciting a screech of agony.
She grabs him by the hair and thrusts the crop beneath his chin to force his
head back. The young male, paralysed with pain and fear, makes no attempt to
resist.
She brings her face very close to his; then, gazing down at him, says, evenly:
"You were ogling me, weren't you?"
"N... No, My Lady," he replies hoarsely, the crop constricting his larynx.
"Yes you were. You were staring at my arse; and no doubt dreaming sordid
little fantasies about it." He tries to repeat his denial but the riding crop
is now choking him, preventing speech and even the shaking of his head.
Lady Charlotte takes his silence for an admission of guilt. "So," she says. "A
pervert." She raises her right knee swiftly and with experienced accuracy into
the young man's groin, crushing his genitals. He would scream did she not
retain her stranglehold; and that same grip keeps him on his feet allowing her
to repeat the blow a second and then a third time.
Lady Charlotte leaves the groom beside the stables, close to passing out. She
untethers Beauty, her new stallion, mounts him and rides out into the paddock
for a round over the jumps.
The youngster cost nearly two hundred thousand pounds but he is headstrong and
needs frequent reminders with the crop along his flanks. Despite Lady
Charlotte's expertise he still manages to bring down two of the fences. After
half an hour of rigorous exercise she trots him back to the stables, convinced
as to the ideal remedy for his inadequacles.
The chastised groom has recovered his senses and he is quick to kneel in the
dust beside the horse to allow Lady Charlotte to stand on him whilst
dismounting.
"He needs gelding," she says, easily. "I shall telephone the vet now... Have
him ready for her arrival in half an hour." "Yes, my lady."
She turns and walks away towards the house. The groom, pretending to busy
himself with the horse, takes the opportunity for another sly glance at her
delightful but utterly untouchable behind. Again, Lady Charlotte's sixth sense
alerts her to his intrusive gaze. She halts, turns and smiles - wide mouthed
and bright eyed.
"Perverts and headstrong horses," she says... "When the vet has finished with
Beauty she can start on you." She allows her eyes to drop for a fraction of a
second to the groom's groin, illustrating her meaning, then tosses her head
back in a burst of wholesome laughter.
She turns and walks very slowly towards the house, listening to the repetitive
and increasingly hysterical pleas from the man who still cannot help but watch
her gently rolling buttocks.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": false,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 37,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 34,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
Castration 2 / Kastrierung 2 | Translated straight off of the Systransoft (go.com) page. Who knows what will happen to the formatting ... | ` Today is it so far: Today they come, in order to get me to the `
castration For three days I wait in my cell. Yesterday
one came that attendant inside, in order to indicate to me that my
request for grace had been rejected and that I today against ten
o'clock
one fetch. First I am shaved, and brought then to the castration.
It is before ten equal it will briefly come. Everything is quiet.
Suddenly I hear that rattle high paragraphs, those slowly
more near come. Those are them. They come too secondly. They remain
before my cell being. The Door is opened, and the two.
Attendant inside occur.
They seize me immediately. They pull me outside on the course. They
give to understand me that I them do not resist
can. If I should try stupidities, they would punish me with their
electrical shock staffs. They show me those
Devices. One of the two holds their staff for me between the legs and
gives me a current draw, which robs the breath from me. Without
resistance
I can be led by them by long passages up to a small space. There we
already become from third
Woman expects.
Attendant inside it fastens me firmly on a handling chair and says to
its colleague that she can begin. This
starts working also immediately. Their function is it, me to shaving.
It bends the seat-back of the chair to the rear
and brings me into an almost which is situated position. Now it takes
an electrical electric shaver, squats before me and begins with it,
to remove me the Scharmhaare.
It does not regard me. I do not seem to be present for it at all.
However their whole attention applies for my abdomen.
It begins with the hair over the Penis. Subsequently, it takes the
member with fixed grasp into the hand and removes those
Hair therefore. Then it raises it, so that it has free view on the
testicles. It keeps it further fixed in the grasp with larger
Attention enthaart it the hodensack. The whole shave takes about five
minutes.
The woman is finished. It releases my Penis, rises and makes for the
two attendant inside workstation, me again from the chair
loose-fasten. They pack me and leave with me the room. Again it goes
through different passages, up to one
Stahltuere, before which attendant inside remain being.
A red lamp above the Tuere displays that behind it still another
castration is under way. We control rooms. Several offense
Goes out to minutes to finally the light and the Door is opened.
It goes now loosely: I am led into the space, into de
Several offense
Goes out to minutes to finally the light and the Tuere is opened.
It goes now loosely: I am led into the space, in which in few minutes
the castration will take place. In the center of this
Room is a rollable operation desk. At its pages are belts with those
the men on it bound
will can.
The castration is executed by two easy-dressed young women. Both
carry only one bikini and hochhackige Stoeckelschuhe.
a Rothaarige, is the actual Kastriererin; the other one, a blond one,
assists it with the operation.
Attendant inside leave the space. They wait before the Tuere, in
order to return me to the intervention again. I am now
alone with the Kastriererinnen.
The two women fasten me on the operation desk. At levers and legs I
am connected firmly with him, so that I
me any longer to move cannot do. I cannot escape from my fate now any
longer. In hardly one minute become
In hardly one minute they will begin,
to remove me my testicles. It would not be senseless to ask the women
for grace the two knows pitying. Makes for them
the Kastrieren fun. The fear of their victims prepares joy for them.
With large attention they execute each handle. Everything
sits perfectly, one notices that they already executed many
sterilizing.
It catching on: First I get a Betaeubung. The Rothaarige takes a
syringe, reaches for my testicles, lifts these
on, the Betaeubungsmittel stings with the needle behind the hodensack
in and squirts me. She says that I in two minutes
there down nothing more will feel. Some seconds offense, without
somewhat occurs. Then allmaelig the effect sets
the syringe. Everything becomes deaf. I do not feel my Penis and the
testicles any longer. The Rothaarige takes a needle, stings
again behind the hodensack and it states contently that I feel no more
pain. Now it can with the actual
castration to begin.
The blond one has everything in the meantime prepared on a small truck
to be situated the implements, those for the castration
are needed.
The Rothaarige takes a flat oblong dish and places it between my legs.
In their them become the genital organs after
insert to cutting off. Then it reaches for the meter and begins.
With linking hand it raises easily the testicles,
in order to be able to separate it better. With rights the hand it
leads the knife behind the hodensack and sets to the cut.
The blade touched now strikes. It lets it slow penetrate. Precisely
it leads the cut. Centimeter around centimeters
she operates through strikes herself, blood vessels and seed conductor
after a scarce minute is it so far: The bag solve itself from
Body off. The Rothaarige holds my testicles in its hand. Smiling it
puts it into the dish. Next mine comes
Penis to the series. It reaches for it, pulls something
Next mine comes
Penis to the series. It reaches for it, pulls something on it, sets
the knife above at the root and separates it with one
short clean cut off. Also it inserts it into the dish.
now the Rothaarige must close my wound again. It ties the blood
vessels, locks the opening with the brackets
and last a large attaches plasters between my legs. There down is now
nothing more.
It is created: The castration is final. The Rothaarige places the
dish with Penis and testicles aside. The blond one
this takes and makes themselves immediately to the destruction of the
same. In addition you serve a machine, which resembles a fleischwolf.
She fills in the genital organs and sets the apparatus in operation.
After five seconds is it past: The Penis and the testicles are cut
up. The chopped genital organs fall into a large
Receptacles and become there immediately with the remnants of the
preceding castrations. The whole mass becomes
Later in a furnace entsorgt.
The two attendant inside occur again. I am situated still lashed on
the operation desk. They take me and drive
me back into my cell. They push me in, delete the light and lock the
Tuere. I am again alone.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 35,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 101,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
|
Amazon Colony Invasion | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Amazons in space armed with a castration ray.Nuff said. | ` Some time in the distant future, human colonies are spread across space.
Small groups of humans who shared a common ideal such as a radical religion or
political philosophy could hire a colony ship to plant then on a new planet.
Isolated from mainstream human society they were free to develop their own
unique form of society. Isolated, autonomous pockets of human civilization
engaged in wars with each other. This is the story of the invasion of one such
colony by warriors from the Amazon colony. `
The Amazons attacked us without warning and breached our defenses. They were
in the city now, and fighting building to building. The fighting fierce and we
were out numbered. It was clear now that the Amazons were going to take our
city and leave days before colony alliance forces could arrive.
The Amazons carried the same conventional weapons as we did. We probably even
purchased them from the same dealer. However, the Amazons had a terrible
weapon that they used when they were looking to capture slaves. I had seen it
used on soldiers who surrendered to them. They would shoot prisoners in the
crotch with a different gun. It didn’t kill them, but rumor had it that it
castrated them.
Nobody was sure how it worked, but I saw it first hand three days ago. I
watched from a window as three men were captured from a building across the
street. They were marched out onto the street with their hands up. The Amazons
lined them up against the wall and fired a ray at their crotch.
The prisoners immediately screamed, grabbed their balls and dropped to the
ground. The Amazons walked away leaving only one to guard them. The men
continued to scream and writhe in pain for ten minutes. After that they just
got quiet. I left the area to fall back to a safer position. I didn’t see the
prisoners again after that.
Then this morning it happened. The Amazons had advanced and taken the part of
the city where I was holed up. I was cut off from our forces. I heard a patrol
coming up the stairs. They were systematically searching the building room by
room. I hid behind a piece of shielding that was used as a table top. I hoped
it would provide some protection. When the door flew open I fired my blaster.
I caught an Amazon in the shoulder and almost blew her arm off. She fell back
against the wall. Just then, I heard another weapon fire and I got hit in the
left arm. Another Amazon had taken a shot at me from behind the door jamb.
The Amazon pulled back from the doorway. She called out to the rest of her
team for a medic. I stayed behind the shield and wondered why my arm was still
attached to my body. It felt like ants were crawling all over it, and I
couldn’t move it, but it was still intact. It was some sort of stun weapon.
The Amazon that had shot me grabbed her injured comrade and retreated. I was
relieved at first, but then I started to feel the ants spreading to my chest
and neck. Panic was starting to fill me. I tried to get up but I was getting
dizzy. The ants were covering my head now and spreading to my other arm and
stomach. I overheard the Amazon talking down the hall that the building was
secure and that she would guard the prisoner.
The ants were spreading to my legs and my crotch and going all the way to my
feet. I couldn’t move much or speak clearly. The Amazon who shot me walked in
and stood over me. I wanted to blow her head off, but I couldn’t lift the
blaster. She casually removed it from my hand. I was starting to feel a dull
pain in my balls.
“Hello there, my name is Clarisa—that’s Mistress Clarisa to you. You see, I
nutted you, so I get to keep you. Your name shall be … Johnny. I’ve always
liked the name Johnny.”
Clarisa unbuckled my belt and removing my pants. “You don’t mind if I watch do
you? This makes me so hot.”
My balls were felt like they were being kicked by a chorus line. My cock
however seemed to be hardening.
“My, my! I see your instrument of oppression is becoming aroused. Mmm, so am
I.” Clarisa’s hand disappeared down the front of her pants, and her hips began
to grind.
“How would you like to fuck your mistress before your manhood is gone? Very
few men get to fuck and Amazon and live. You should feel honored.”
Clarisa began to remove her pants and rather casually explain what was
happening to me. “Your balls are shrinking Johnny. Soon they will be gone. I
wish you could see this. Hey! I’ve got an idea.” She removed a small mirror
from her pocket and positioned it so that I could see my balls. “See? It’s
amazing isn’t it?”
My balls were mottled with patches of blue, red, purple and black. They also
looked smaller. “Now lets hurry up while your dick still works.”
Clarisa squated over me and took my cock into her pussy. She rode me like a
horse while rubbing her clit and her breasts. She came quickly. I found out
later that fucking men is a forbidden act on her colony. No wonder she got off
so quickly. She pulled my cock out of her pussy and said, “Thank you Johnny
that was lovely.” She continued to play with my dick out of curiosity. I was
very close to coming, and I wanted to get off one more time.
“It feels so weird in my hand. Do you like it when I hold your dick? I think
to like it when I rub it.”
That was too much. I grunted and started to shoot cum. Some of it landed on
her hand. “EEEWWWWWW!” Clarisa jumped back in horror, and picked up her
castration gun again. “This is taking too long.” Clarisa shot me in the balls.
The pain was so intense that I was able to break through the paralysis and
grab my balls. I screamed and felt what was happening. In a matter of seconds
my already damaged testicles seemed to crumble to pieces in my scrotum. My
cock began to shrivel up as my ball sack shrank. A few minutes later the
remains of my scrotum split open, and a dark red liquid oozed out onto my
hands.
I was taken back to the Amazon colony to be Clarisa’s slave. My dead scrotum
eventually fell off. My dick was a tiny shrunken black nub that was only good
for urinating. I worked in Clarisa’s house as her personal valet and pleasure
toy for the rest of my life.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 32,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 110,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Bare-Breasted Blast | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A lesbian Icelandic huntress sets her sites on special game for her special games. | ♂ ♀ ♂
_CB thanks the EA beta readers who helped knock off her writer’s block with
this little ditty about big titties and long-lost dickies._
♂ ♀ ♂
Both of Jessica’s 12-gage barrels were locked on both of Jared’s balls.
He froze.
For two reasons.
One, fear.
Two, caught taking a piss, his pants were down to his ankles on the Greenland
ice sheet, and his gonads were being freeze-dried in the open-air breeze of
minus 40 degrees.
Jessica always hunts bare-breasted. The nipple erections on her huge natural
tits are naturally magnetic – they always point North – so she never loses her
way.
The eroticism of the moment had Jared’s cock up and pointing South.
Jessica kept one hand on the triggers and reached over with the other to snap
off Jared’s cock.
No harm done to him. The super-cooled wound never bled.
His balls were now blue. She blew him a kiss as her shotgun barrels kicked.
The shot was cleverly only blanks. Just nice hot wads fired on his gonads,
warming them nicely and nice enough to excite him to shoot a wad through the
phallic stump.
Jessica took Jared’s captured male member to a taxidermist for preservation,
and to make a never-failing real-life strap-on.
The huntress will now be fully qualified member of Fucks Unlimited.
Her trophy lez lovers will have an always-hard trophy cock to fuck and fuck,
to suck and suck – and with no man needed to change their luck.
♂ ♀ ♂
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 42,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 25,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
The Reformed Public School System | WARNING, TESTICLES, MINOR, WARNING | The year is 2340, years after a massive depopulation, the population of the world declined to less than 50 million people. The Principal of the L\'école des frčres tells how things are run and why. | ` `
The Reformed Public School System
The year is 2340, years after a massive depopulation, the population of the
world declined to less than 50 million people.
I am the Principal of the L'école des frčres in what was Quebec, is now Centre
des personnes francophones nationales. We live in a tropical climate now after
the planet shifted its axis many years ago.
This is an instruction manual and historical archive of how the school was
run.
Because of the massive world problems that swept through the Earth during the
last few years, we have an extreme policy on breeding.
This is because the population on Earth swelled to well over 100 billion
people by the year 2130. The heat killing 1 billion people a year, and the
population was still growing. Our colonies on Mars were just starting at the
time. Luckily nature did not like the situation. A sequence of virii, wars,
and economic disaster swept through the planet over the next 75 years.
The boys school that I run is very important to the future of our society.
Boys enter the school at the age of 8.
The school literally takes delivery of the boys for their 5 years of intense
education. Their parents will not see them for at least that long.
Their parents bring their boy(s) to the administration office. The more
affluent parents tend to bring their children here dressed in their
presentation clothing, and normal parents will bring them in the standard
outfit. After taking registration details, the children are then stripped of
their clothing and a tight collar is placed around their neck.
This collar is critical to the program we run. It provides constant location
information, and can be used for discipline procedures. It has no more, and no
less than 1cm slack around their neck, so it is impossible for them to remove
it. It has a thickness of about 1cm, and height of about 4cm. Throughout their
growth this collar will be bigger and bigger. Such that at the end of their
schooling with us, it will be 3cm thick and a height of 8cm. An accessory on
their collar includes a retractable cord, used to keep the boy in one place or
in line with others.
After their collar is in place they are shaved of all the hair on their head,
because we desire everybody to look the same.
The most important part of our activities is choosing who will be allowed to
breed. It is guaranteed that every boy will get a chance to impregnate a girl
of maturing age. It is just not guaranteed that they will be able to do it
more than that.
To ensure that they do not spill their seed and to provide partial covering
each boy has his genitals locked up in a special chastity device. The base of
the penis is first surrounded by a base that goes behind the testicles. The
penis then has a sheath placed over it with a mild adhesive. It is then
secured pointing up. A cap is then placed ontop of the penis that connects to
a small hole on the sheath. This cap is then secured directly around the penis
and testicles enclosing them. Screws are then screwed in with break heads on
them, to secure it forever, until removed.
On the 12th birthday of a boy, they are taken out of class for a special
session to determine their future viability. If their school grade is greater
than 80% then they have a 50% chance of keeping their goods. If their grade is
less, they have less than 30%. The other factor is if they are of good genes.
To prepare them, the cap and sheath are removed. An incision is made to the
penis just behind the testicles to collect a sample of sperm as it will
ejaculate. A wire is then placed around his testicles. A girl of 12 is brought
in, and stands against a board on the wall, and is lowered slightly. The boy
is then tied hands to the back of the board and feet are put in place. So the
boy will just be able to move up and down into the girl.
The boy then is inserted into the girl and starts on his manoeuvre. Within a
minute he starts to ejaculate and the sample is also collected. An analysis of
the sperm is then completed. The boy is instructed to restart his motions.
Just as the boy ejaculates his testicles start to heat up. The wire is blazing
hot, and his testicles fall off just as he gets the pleasure of ejaculating
for the second and last time in his life.
He is then sealed back up, and then returned to class.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 35,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 53,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
Dr. Laura (A Newspaper Clipping) | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A husband seeks advice on relieving his sex drive. | ` Excerpt from _Dallas Morning Times,_ _Letters to Dr. Laura_ April 1, 2004
...And a last interesting case for those male readers who are 'frustrated'
with the quality or amount of sex in their long-term monogamous relationship.
A man in North Dakota wrote a heartfelt plea for help. I cannot print the
writer’s entire letter in this space, but I have included a few excerpts for
my readers' consideration. The writer, a man of twenty-five, has been married
for six years with two young children. Sexual relations between himself and
his wife have nearly ceased and, to use the writer's words, "...we sometimes
go a whole month without sex, touching or fondling of any type. When we do
have sex, it seems like a chore."
The writer is considering a radical step, a bilateral orchidectomy, to reduce
his considerable sex drive and therefore reduce the level of his frustration.
Although this surgical solution might seem to be an easy step toward the goal,
with all the benefits desired seemingly by the reader and his wife, it is a
very serious decision that must be carefully considered by both partners in
the relationship.
I can tell from the letter that the writer is a highly sexed young male. For
those of you out there that are like him, you should consider the surgery
suggested by our writer's wife for the benefit of their marriage. It is a
relatively minor surgery that is only slightly more complex than the standard
no-scalpel vasectomy sought by so many males in our society. Consider that our
writer already has two children. More importantly, neither partner in the
marriage desires more children so continued virility is not a factor in this
case. Therefore, removal of the reader's testicles will surely result in many
desirable benefits including, sterilization, reduced sex drive, reduced
aggressiveness, lower risk of prostate cancer, longer life in general, and a
steadier demeanor.
In the short space I've been allotted for this response, I'd like to primarily
focus on two of the above benefits. Sterilization of the male is a simple and
extremely effective birth control method. The method chosen in this case is
more radical than a simple vasectomy, and is of course non-reversible, but
will result in the same outcome. The wife will benefit from no longer taking
the birth control pill that I'm guessing she is currently prescribed, or has
been prescribed in the past.
Second, the removal of the testicles will significantly reduce the chance of
prostate cancer in the male. This benefit becomes glaringly important when, as
the writer stated, all male members of the family past puberty have contracted
prostate cancer, I would say that this surgery would be a key to his future.
Let me close by saying that I deeply respect the writer's monogamous
commitment and willingness to sacrifice part of his body and mind for the
benefit of his relationship with his wife. I will be following the case
closely, and would like to encourage my other readers to contribute to this
discussion by mail and email at my normal address.
* * *
` | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 50,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 26,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
The Penis Trade | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | The trade of male sex organs throughout the world over the internet. | ` Due to the widespread success of the internet for black market organ trade,
particularly from Third World countries during the early years of the new
millennium, a new and highly successful business boomed. `
The PenisTrade.
Desperate men needing financial assistance willingly donated their precious
manhoods for money.
Countries such as Brazil and India provided the bulk of the trade and western
nations provided the market with men and women only too eager to purchase the
members.
Naturally, these donors were willing to part with their precious assets for
very little and wealthy westerners could purchase dozens for a couple of
hundred U.S. dollars.
Nico, a young, fit and healthy native of Sao Paolo in Brazil with a wife and
five children and no sufficient means to support his family had come to the
decision to donate his organs having read about the Penis Trade in a local
magazine for men.
He had discussed this with his wife and had not come to this decision lightly
but his family lived in desperate poverty and he felt by selling his penis and
testes he could afford new clothes for his children.
Nico contacted a tradesmen via an internet café and made arrangements to have
his organs purchased. He was informed that he must travel to the city for an
interview that Monday.
Monday duly arrived and Nico dressed in his only suit and cleaned and groomed
himself as best he could so as to make a good impression at his interview. He
caught the bus into town and then travelled by clipper to a small warehouse in
a downtown precinct.
He had been instructed to go to the rear of the building where he would find a
doorbell and to ring three times and wait. This he did. After what seemed a
couple of minutes he heard a woman’s voice through a speaker above the door
instruct him to enter.
Inside was a small foyer and a sign directing him to a counter where two young
attractive women greeted him.
“Good morning, Nico, we’ve been expecting you. Please take a seat and Ms
Ramero will see you shortly.”
Nico took a seat and waited.
He didn’t have to wait long for within minutes she appeared.
“Nico. Thankyou for coming, could you please follow me into my office.”
He followed Ms Ramero into a small room resembling a doctor’s surgery.
“Be seated. I believe you have something to offer us, Nico.”
“Yes,” replied Nico, “I have come in response to your add.”
“You would like to sell your organs? You obviously have given this some
thought.”
“I have discussed this with my wife and we have agreed to go through with
this.”
“Right, then let’s proceed. You must read and sign this form and then I shall
inspect your goods to determine a price. Once you have agreed to a price and
signed the form there is no going back, Nico, you understand this?”
He nodded.
Nico read the document as best he could and more or less understood what was
involved in the contract. “I am ready to sign,” he stated then crudely signed
his name.
“Thankyou,” said Ms Ramero as she pressed a small button on a console. The two
young women from the counter then entered and Nico was instructed to undress.
One of the young women collected his clothing and carefully folded them and
placed them on a rack.
“Aaaah, excellent,” said Ms Ramero. “You have a beautiful penis. And good size
too, at least eight inches I suggest. This should sell quite easily.”
She took a closer inspection. “The foreskin is still there. Good. And a large
prominent glans,” she noted having pushed back his skin.
“And two full good-sized testes too. Good, this is good, I am very pleased.
Yes, Nico we would like these.
I can offer you the equivalent of thirty U.S. dollars for the lot.”
Nico’s eyes lit up. This was more than he had expected and he was very proud.
“I agree!” blurted Nico immediately.
“Excellent. Let’s complete the contract then.”
Nico signed another contract and was then led into an adjoining room.
This room was bright and airy and featured a device in the centre.
Ms Ramero motioned Nico toward the device. “This is going to be painful, Nico,
but we shall cauterise your wound and there will be no chance of infection.
Everything is sterilised. Jennifer and Paula shall try to make this experience
as comfortable as they can. Quick and clean. They are very experienced and
have cut thousands of young men like you in the last couple of months.”
Nico did feel comforted although his heart was pounding and his throat dry.
Jennifer directed Nico to the guillotine blades. “These blades are razor sharp
and will provide a clean cut. They are heated to intensity which will help to
cauterise. We remove the penis first. However, to cut costs we do not provide
for the relief of pain.”
Nico placed his penis beneath the blade. Jennifer grasped his glans and
stretched his member until it was fully extended. “We have been fortunate this
winter, very little rain,” said Jennifer. The statement had distracted Nico
sufficiently for the blade came down as he pondered what had been an
exceptionally wet winter.
At first he could feel nothing but within seconds he was struck by the pain.
Paula then attended to the wound with a laser device which effectively sealed
what remained of his penis. Basically nothing.
He was allowed to rest for a couple of minutes before Paula directed him back
to the device. Nico’s legs were weak and his heart was still pounding.
“It will be over within the minute, Nico,” comforted Paula.
His testes were placed over the rim of a small basin-like apparatus and Paula
produced a gelding knife.
“Right, Nico, hold your breath and count slowly to ten.”
This he did.
He felt the blade enter underneath his scrotum from the right and slowly and
skilfully cut its way to the left. Paula then withdrew the knife and completed
the removal of his testes from the top – right to left. Once the task was
complete, Paula carefully gathered up all of the severed organs and placed
them in the bowl next to what had once been his penis.
“Finished!” announced Paula. “You were very brave,” as she searched for the
laser device once more.
“How do you feel?” asked Ms Ramero.
“Happy. Very happy,” replied Nico.
With the thirty dollars Nico afforded new school outfits for three of his
children including a pair of leather shoes for his eldest son. He had
recovered from his operation quickly for he was still young.
His genitals were sold to a wealthy old widow from Long Island who purchased
dozens of these organs each week over the internet to feed to her pampered
Afghan dogs – something which she had done since they were pups. She did this
in retribution to her deceased husband who had made her life a misery and had
consequently given her a hatred for men and their detestable sex organs.
During the year 2010 it was estimated that 20 million organs were traded
throughout the world and that most of these organs were bought for food. The
tender penis of a young juvenile fetched the highest prices and was considered
a delicacy by gourmets and peasants alike. Many of the finest restaurants
provided the – what was termed – ‘fruit of the male’ as a staple on their
menus and it was forecast that the trade would boom in the future.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 54,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 95,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Furious Dad De-Nuts Sexy Son | TESTICLES | When he was 14, he and his sister, and their girl cousin started fooling around. Soon both girls were pregnant. The dad reacted in a violent way. | ` These events took place on the next farm to ours. As puberty came to Jason
(not his real name), his twin sister was also developing her womanhood. These
14 year olds and their cousin, who lived nearby, had fun "playing house" -
including allowing nature to take over.`
It was something that seemed so natural to all of them, playing sex and
playing house and not really thinking about what might happen.
Neither girl thought much about the fact that their periods, which had just
started, had now stopped. And, as weeks turned into months, both of them
started to expand their tummies. Finally their mother noticed and hauled both
girls to the doctor, receiving the unwelcome news that they were pregnant by
their brother/cousin!
Mom waited several weeks to tell Dad. The moment she told him, he flew into an
uncontrollable rage about his 14 year old sex maniac son, and the incest that
had happened.
He tore upstairs and brought his son downstairs under one arm with his other
around his neck. He told his son to go and sit in the truck, and made a phone
call to the garage where several of his friends worked.
Then, the dad and his son drove the several miles to the garage, which was
just closing for the day.
"You come with me!" He ordered his son, as they entered the garage and headed
for the back room. The two friends of the dad were waiting there.
"OK, guys, this young sex maniac must be stopped, or he's going to be in
trouble all of his life."
With that, he signalled and his two friends grabbed the boy by the arms. He
unzipped the boy's pants and dropped them. The two men turned him around and
bent him down over the work bench as his dad selected a pair of tinning shears
and reached down between his son's legs and pulled his sac back as far as it
would go. Then, in one quick snip, he removed his son's "family jewels" and
put an end to the uncontrolled sex drive that obviously had been boiling
inside.
The boy shrieked in pain. The father took out his handkerchief and covered the
bleeding stump where his balls had been attached, and told his son to hold it
there, or he'd bleed to death.
They headed off into the darkness toward home and a brand new sexless life for
the 14 year old kid who paid a high price for fooling around.
Today, many years later, this kid, now grown into - well, manhood, I suppose
you could say, - having grown up, is a well adjusted and placid person without
any interest in women, or men for that matter. He lives a quiet life, almost
as a hermit. He goes to work, and comes home, and relaxes alone.
Every so often, he thinks back to how great it was to roll around with his
sister and cousin on the bed and then the smile on his face turns cold as he
remembers the consequences.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 49,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 28,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Castration 2 - Translation by Memberno | NULLIFICATION | Retranslation of Kastration 2 done by memberno. | ` It's come this far today: Today, they're coming to fetch me for castration.
For three days I've been waiting in my cell. `
Yesterday a female attendant came to tell me that my plea for mercy had been
rejected and that I would be fetched today.
First I'll be shaved and then taken for castration.
It's shortly before ten. They'll be here soon. Everything is quiet. Suddenly,
I hear the click of high heels that are
slowly approaching. It's them. A pair of them are on their way. They stop
outside my cell. The door is opened and the
two female attendants step in.
The grab me immediately. They tug me out into the passageway. They tell me
that I cannot defend myself against them. In
case I should try anything stupid, they would punish me with electric prods.
The show me the equipment. One of the two
holds her prod between my legs and gives me a shock that takes my breath away.
Without resistance, I let myself by led by them
through a long corridor into a small room. There a third woman is already
waiting for us.
The attendants strap me firmly onto a processing chair and tell their
colleague that she can begin. She begins work immediately.
It's her job to shave me. She tilts the back of the chair down and brings me
to a nearly prone position. Now she takes an
electric razor, kneels before me and begins to shave of my pubic hair with it.
While she's at it she doesn't look at me. To her, I don't seem to be present
at all. Just my lower body takes up all her
attention. She begins with the hair above my penis. She takes my member firmly
in hand and removes the hair around it. Then
she raises it to get a clear view of my scrotum. The entire shave lasts about
five minutes.
The woman is finished. She releases my penis, stands up and makes room tor the
two attendants, who unstrap me from the chair.
They grab me and leave the room with me. Again we walk through various
corridors, until we reach a steel door in front of
which the attendants stop.
A red light over the door indicates that behind it a castration is in
progress. We wait. Several minutes pass and finally
the light goes out and the door is opened.
It begins: I'm led into the room in which in just a few minutes my castration
will take place. In the middle of this room
is an operating table on wheels. On its sides are straps with which men can be
fastened to it.
The castration will be carried out by two scantily clad young women. Both wear
only a bikini and high-heeled shoes. The one,
a redhead, is the actual castratrix; the other, a blonde, assists her while
during the operation.
The two women strap me onto the operating table. My arms and legs are tied
tightly to it, so that I can no longer move. I am
no longer able to escape my fate. In barely a minute they will begin to remove
my balls. It would be senseless to beg these
women for mercy. Castration is fun for them. The fear of their victims gives
them pleasure. With great care they carry out
each hand movement. Everything is perfectly positioned. I notice that they
have already carried out many emasculations.
They begin: Next, I get an anesthetic. The redhead takes a syringe, grasps my
balls, raises them, sticks the needle into my
scrotum and gives me a shot of anesthetic. She tells me that in two minutes I
won't feel a thing down there. A few seconds
pass without anything happening. Then the injection gradually begins to take
effect. Everything gets numb. I no longer feel
my penis and testicles. The redhead takes a needle and sticks me behind the
scrotum to determine to her satisfaction that I
can't feel pain any longer. Now she can begin with the actual castration.
In the meantime the blonde has prepared everything. On a small wheeled wagon
are the utensils needed for my castration.
The redhead takes a flat elongated bowl and places it between my legs. In it
my genitals are to be placed after they've been
cut off. Then she grabs a knife and starts. With her left hand she lightly
raises my balls in order better to be able to remove
them. With her right hand she places the knife behind my scrotum and positions
it for cutting. The blade now touches my skin.
Slowly she lets it penetrate. She directs the cut precisely. Inch by inch whe
works through skin, blood vessels and cords.
After a brief minute my scrotum has been removed from my body. The redhead
holds my balls in her hand. With a smile, she lays
them into the bowl. Next, it's my penis's turn. She grips it, pulls on it a
bit, places the knife up against the root and slices
it off with a short, clean cut. She places it, too, into the bowl.
Now the redhead has to close my wound. She ties off the blood vessels, closes
the opening with clamps and finally puts a large
bandage between my legs. There's nothing left down there.
It is done: My castration is over. The redhead sets the bowl containing my
penis and testicles aside. The blond takes them and
proceeds directly with their destruction. A machine that's similar to a meat
grinder serves the purpose. She fills it with my
genitals and starts the apparatus up.
AFter five seconds it's over: My penis and testicles have been chopped up. The
ground genitals fall into a large container, where
they are immediately miexed up with the remains of the previous castrations.
The entire mass will later be disposed of in an
oven.
The two attendants come in again. I'm still lying there, tightly tied to the
operating table. They take me and roll me back into
my cell. The shove me in, turn off the light and close the doors. I am alone
again.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 30,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 99,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
A Roman Punishment | GAY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Torture | Captain Martinus begins the punishment of Licus. One of his men who made the misstake of sodomizing then gelding one of the Governors's male slaves | ` `
The man bound in the frame was struggling against the ropes. He was Licus, one
of the Captain’s best fighters, a really strong man, but he was unable to free
himself no matter how hard he pulled on the cords around his wrists. He was
working up quite a sweat though, and his taught, lean body was glistening.
Captain Matinus gazed at the firm belly in front of him and reached out to
touch it. He ran his hand slowly down the man’s firm abdomen and stopped when
his hand reached the cord around his waist holding the loin cloth. Licus went
still and looked down at his Captain.
“Oh Captain, forgive me. I didn’t know they were the Governor’s slaves. I
never would have touched any of them if I knew.”
“Do not beg Licus. It will do you no good. For what you did to the governor’s
slave was permanent and irreversible. Your punishment is to be death, but
before you pass, you will experience as much pain as a man can endure. You
will go to Hades a eunuch.”
With the last statement, Licus let out a long moan of , “NOOOOOO…” and the
Captain motioned for one of his men to gag the prisoner. He reached out again
and grasped the cord of his loincloth. With a quick yank, he pulled it off,
exposing Licus’ manhood.
“Bring me the weighted whip.”
Taking the small black leather whip with the weighted tip, he gave it a few
swipes at the air then took aim at Licus’ genitals. The first blow landed
squarely between his twin orbs and caused a violent thrashing of Licus on the
frame. The next 20 or so blows had a similar effect. Licus vomited into his
gag. He tried to evade the tip of the whip, the white hot pain that it caused,
but he could do very little but jerk his hips. There was nowhere for his nuts
to hide. One time he tried to fake out the Captain and thrust his groin
forward, then pulling it back as the whip arched toward his manhood. The
Captain was a master of the whip, and only had to adjust by leaning forward a
little, to cause the whip to snap perfectly on his scrotum just as his ass
jutted out to the limit of its travel.
All of the men looked on at this manhood whipping in total awe. Most of them
became aroused and their hardening dicks began to ooze precum in their
loincloths. The Captain also became aroused, but his manhood was not hidden.
It was on display, bound up tight to his belly. His cock flopped about as he
whipped the man, and long strings of cum lashed the air from its tip. As Licus
started to give in to the whipping and he became broken, the Governor called
out to Martinus. “Stop the whipping. It is time to nail him to the frame and
begin his slow castration.”
To be continued….
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 47,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 35,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Her Needs 1 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Girl friend gets her own back on her ex | ` Jen was 20 years old, Ed was a little older at 21, he was very sexual and
sometimes jen couldn't keep up. She didn't go out as much as Ed, she wasn't
shy though and knew that Ed got hardons all the time over her ample breast and
shaven pussy. One nightout after a row, Ed went out and pulled another girl
behind Jens back., The girl being Jens friend told on Ed so there was no way
out of it for him. Jen confronted Ed and told him she knew all about it. She
wanted to curb his sex drive so he wouldn't go afterother girls anymore. But
first, she wanted to pulla guy to make it even. Ed looked at her andthought
how he didn't wantanyone else being with her. `
She rolled her eyes, and told him "I should cut your balls off for it really
shouldn't i?" Ed looked astonished, Jen;laughed and told him instead he
wouldhave to wear a little surprise for her night out with him."i'll enjoy
seeing you take this!" she walked off,and laughed again, returning from her
room she held a red thong inher right hand and a black butt plug in her left.
Ed went red, "You'll also be wearing my white trousers as well, you know the
ones" sadly Ed did. "The ones that you can see stuff through?" he said
sheepishly. She nodded and handed him the plug.... "Stick it up then,i wanna
watch" Strangely Ed was relaxed and the plug (medium) slid up with a little
lube. "Now theknickers!" Ed gulged, he knew the white trousers were skin tight
on Jen and his hips were wider. He looked at her, she looked back with a nice
smirk on her face "fits nice,held in tight by those" pointing at the
thong.then he went uyp stairs with her and put on the trousers. Helooked a
sight,the plug was easy to see. A red bra aswell, and heeled shoes. She
laughed "puff" she said.
"No there's something bulging from those knickers, we'll have to sort that
righht away"..... down came the trousers and thong, his balls hung down. She
grabbed them and began to wrap a rubber band or two round them. "no, not now"
she said,"later, when more can see them go." (to be comtinued)
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 5,
"longest_sentence": 43,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 28,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
Devil Got Your Dick | PENECTOMY, Teasing Sexual Cock Torture | Tim wanted everything. However, one generally pays a high price for greed. In this case, Tim pays with his cock! | It was Friday and Tim was excited about going to a party at Cindy's house with
his former class mates. Tim had graduated from high school and it was now five
years later. Unfortunately, Tim had a reputation for greed and did not mind
stepping on others to get what he wanted. That night at the party, Tim asked
Cindy what the wheel was for in the middle of the room. The wheel had leather
straps atatched to it for a person's hands and feet. "Why, its called the
"greed" wheel Tim", Cindy advised. "Its a game of chance. But I warn you Tim,
if a man loses, there is a high price to be paid." In his usual greedy style,
Tim asked what he could win. Cindy advised that "if a man wins the game, the
man gets to fuck all the women at the party". Tim then asked what would happen
if he lost. "Oh, replied Cindy, you draw a "card of fate" and that determines
what happens." Without thinking, Tim advised that he wanted to play the game.
Cindy signaled to the other girls at the party. For whatever reason, Tim
noticed that the other men left the party, leaving him to the women. "How do I
play", Tim asked? "Tim, take a close look at the wheel. You will note that
each women's name is written in an area at the edge of the wheel. Also, you
will notice that in 4 areas that the wheel reads "Fate". Each time you land on
a woman's name, you get to fuck her. You must spin the wheel 5 times, once for
each woman. However, if you stop the wheel on "fate", you must draw a "fate
card" and submit to whatever it says." The women gathered around the wheel,
along with Tim. "Are you ready to spinj the wheel Tim", Cindy asked? "Yes",
replied Tim. "Spin the wheel Tim", advised Cindy. Tim grabbed the wheel and
caused it to spin several times. Unfortunately, Tim landed on "fate". "Select
a card Tim", demanded Cindy. Tim slowly selected a fate card. "Read it out
loud Tim", said Cindy. Tim's face turned white and he slowly read "your cock
and balls will be tortured and then, your cock will be cut off". Tim was
secured to the wheel. The music began to play loudly. Trish walked up to Tim
and slowly unzipped his pance and took out his cock and balls. Tim had an 8
inch "uncut" cock. As the music played, the girls danced around him. Greedy
man, not what you planned, time to suffer, time to scream, time to lose your
manly thing. One by one, the women took turns sucking and stroking his big
throbbing cock. Tim cummed 5 times, and endured the pain of having the tip of
his cock head chewed on after each cum. Tim's hands moved violently, but, he
was secured tightly. Its time to lose your cock Tim. Each women took turns
slowly cutting on his cock as Tim screamed. Oh fuck, please, not my cock,
fuckin no. But, it was too late. Tim's greed cost him his cock!
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 29,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 47,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
Uniform Circumcision Act of 2008 | PENECTOMY | All genitals of young people are to be removed in the new world order. | Washington DC 01/24/2008 3:07pm
President Elizabeth Dole signed the Uniform Circumcision Act into
law today, briefly described as:
All males 18 and younger shall be circumcised with the "New
Technique" described as cutting around and through the redundent
tissue called the "penis" leaving a "urination location" no more
than 1/4" in lenght.
All females 18 and younger shall be circumcised with the "New
Female Technique" , which is described as removal of the clitoris
at its base.
These methods are needed, said President Dole, to keep the
population size in check in times of dire enviornmental need, and
to keep our young people on the path to righteous-ness.
Only minor protests were heard from adults, as the first batch of
teenagers from the Capitol Area were sent to the health centers for
the procedure.
Disney Corp is said to be studying theme parks based on the health
processing center.
(end of part 1) | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 66,
"num_participle_phrases": 3,
"num_sentences": 7,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
Toy Factory Part 7 - A Special Case | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES | The Doctor\'s latest client is not what you expect ... | ` A Special Case `
The man woke. He knew what had happened to him. Now he lay semi-conscious, at
the Doctor’s mercy.
The man’s deep blue eyes stared at the mirror above him, no longer able to
close and artificially kept moist.
The mirror revealed to him his predicament and the consummation of his
desires. He was the Doctor's latest client and now he was beginning his new
way of life
The man tried to move, but he found he couldn’t. He tried to lift his head,
but he couldn’t. He tried to open his mouth to push the gag out but he
couldn’t. His nose was feeling strange … tubes were in it. Obviously pumping
air in but not enough it seemed. He felt breathless and weak.
The Doctor looked on from the shadows of the corner of the room. A smile
crossed his face. Another client for the “Special” ward
The man was locked in a whole body metal brace. His legs and arms had bolts
that held the frame in place. The bolts could not be removed and a surgical
halo was permanently attached to the man’s head.
His knees and elbows had been surgically fixed in place and would be stiff
from now on. His ankles similarly fixed but his hand had both been amputated
at the wrist leaving stumps that were at present bandaged but would ultimately
be revealed for the world to see. The bolts that would enable further control
of his body already in place but hidden by the bandaging.
The man’s testicles had been removed and replaced with large metal eggs and
his penis now tightly circumcised had been stretched and clamped onto a rod.
The rod held his penis at its maximum length and then squeezed it until the
slightest engorgement would cause excruciating pain. This would prevent
erections, should they still occur. A series of rings through the cock head
enabled the brutalised cock to be pulled away from his body by a chain
attached to the overhead frame that sat above the bed
A catheter was in place to drain or infuse the man as desired by the Doctor.
The catheter was currently draining into a bag that was connected to the naso-
gastric feeding tube, recycling the man’s piss. Larger and larger catheter
tubes would gradually replace the existing tube. These would stretch the man’s
urethra until the largest sound or tube could be inserted with ease. The man
had lost control permanently of his dick.
The man’s nipples were ringed and a chain held them out from his body. The
pain kept just below his threshold.
His arsehole was filled by a butt plug that gently pulsed electricity into his
body, causing momentary spikes of pain and his arse to alternately constrict
and relax and gradually loosen his hole for ease of insertion of larger and
larger objects.
By the end of the process the man would no longer be able to control his
rectum and would need to have his bowel cleansed by enemas. The man knew that
these would be humiliating and he would have no control over their
administration.
The man’s neck was braced preventing movement. The Doctor had fused a number
of the vertebrae to ensure that no movement would ever be possible.
The man’s total bracing was in place. From now on he was reliant on the Doctor
and his staff. His body was rigid, his bodily functions controlled by others.
The Doctor smiled and silently left the room.
It had been some weeks since his operations. The man lay in his braced form on
his bed. The Doctor entered.
“Well boy, time for the final stage of your treatment.” The Doctor said with
deliberate coldness. He knew the man wanted no kindness shown.
The door opened again and two of the Doctor’s men entered. They wore full
black rubber suits, gloves and masks and carried a large rubber object
The Doctor nodded at his men and they placed the rubber object on the man’s
bed. Unrolling it revealed a large rubber sack.
They men shaved the small re-growth of black hair that had appeared on the
man’s shaven head and then they carefully picked him up and placed him in the
sack.
They carefully disconnected the tubes and wires that fed air and liquids and
the wires that connected the electrical devices to the man then fed the tubes
through holes in the sack.
The man was now imprisoned in a rubber cell.
The sack was closed, sealing the man off from the world.
Then the Doctor attached a tube to the bag and began a pump removing all the
air from the sack. The sack gradually shrank, taking the form of the braced
and bound man within.
The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed the only detectable
movement.
The Doctor’s men then lifted the prone rubber form upright.
They lifted it into a frame so that the man was vertical and then with hooks
on the outside of the sack hung the sack, with its bound victim, in the frame.
They connected a series of tubes feeding liquids and air and wires feeding
power to the butt plug device and for the heart and lung monitors that stood
beside the rubber bound and metal braced man. These monitors were all that
connected the man to the outside world and enabled the Doctor to check that
the man was physically safe.
The Doctor knew that the man would now spend the remainder of his time in this
rubber world. Forever bound and braced and controlled, the regular enema
sessions and when his guards wanted him for sex the only time when he would be
free of his rubber prison. Even then he would be in his metal bracings, unable
to move and at the mercy of the rubber suited guards.
Their free use of his orifices a constant reminder of his status.
to be continued
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 53,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 64,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
www.eunuch.org | [ ](/web/20110717030942/http://www.eunuch.org/st.aspx)
[](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/?isc=GPPT02C001&domain=eunuch.org)
eunuch.org
[Is this your domain?Add hosting, email and
more.](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/domains/activate.aspx?isc=GPPT02C030&domain=eunuch.org)
**Want to buy this domain?** Our [Domain Buy
Service](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/https://www.godaddy.com/gdshop/broker/landing.asp?isc=gppt02C029&domaintocheck=eunuch.org)
can help you get it.
Register [domain
names](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/domains/search.aspx?isc=gppt02C006&domain=eunuch.org)
– up to 70% less with the world's #1 registrar!
[Go Daddy
Auctions®](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/https://auctions.godaddy.com/?isc=gppt02C007&domain=eunuch.org)
– bid on, buy and sell domains.
Build it yourself with one of our easy
[sitebuilders!](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/hosting/website-
builder.aspx?isc=gppt02C011&domain=eunuch.org)
Reliable [website
hosting](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/Hosting/Legacy.aspx?isc=gppt02C012&domain=eunuch.org)
keeps your site up and running.
Let our [Web
pros](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/gdshop/hosting/dream_website.asp?isc=gppt02C013&domain=eunuch.org)
build your website, logo and more.
[Starting
at](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/Hosting/web-
hosting-4gh.aspx?isc=gppt02C144&domain=eunuch.org)
[$4.99/mo](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/Hosting/web-
hosting-4gh.aspx?isc=gppt02C144&domain=eunuch.org)
Register a new .COM for $11.99 $7.49* per year! Save 37%*
.com
.co
.info
.net
.org
.me
.mobi
.us
.biz
.ca
.mx
.tv
.ws
.ag
.com.ag
.net.ag
.org.ag
.am
.asia
.at
.be
.com.br
.net.br
.bz
.com.bz
.net.bz
.cc
.com.co
.net.co
.nom.co
.de
.es
.com.es
.nom.es
.org.es
.eu
.fm
.fr
.gs
.in
.co.in
.firm.in
.gen.in
.ind.in
.net.in
.org.in
.it
.jobs
.jp
.ms
.com.mx
.nl
.nu
.co.nz
.net.nz
.org.nz
.se
.tc
.tk
.tw
.com.tw
.idv.tw
.co.uk
.me.uk
.org.uk
.vg
|
---|---
[How to overcome one of the
Internet's worst nightmares.
PLUS a hot new
brunette.](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.bobparsons.me/?isc=gppt02C026&domain=eunuch.org)
[SSL
Certificates](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/ssl/ssl-
certificates.aspx?isc=gppt02C016&domain=eunuch.org) protect your customers
from online threats.
[Fast, spam-free
email](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/email/email-
hosting.aspx?isc=gppt02C017&domain=eunuch.org) with a memorable email address.
[Marketing
tools](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/Business/business-
hosting.aspx?isc=gppt02C018&domain=eunuch.org) help you promote your business
online.
Sell online with 2009’s [“Most Popular Shopping
Cart”.](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/gdshop/ecommerce/shopping-
cart.asp?isc=gppt02C019&domain=eunuch.org)+
Create a unique email address based on your domain
Open on iPhone®, Blackberry®, Droid® and more
Free Calendar & Online File Folder®
[Starting
at](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/email/email-
hosting.aspx?isc=gppt02C035&domain=eunuch.org)
[$1.19/mo](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/email/email-
hosting.aspx?isc=gppt02C035&domain=eunuch.org)
[](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/?isc=gppt02C022&domain=eunuch.org)
Visit GoDaddy.com for the best values on:
[Domain
names](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/domains/search.aspx?isc=gppt02C023&domain=eunuch.org)[Web
hosting](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/Hosting/Legacy.aspx?isc=gppt02C023&domain=eunuch.org)[Website
builders](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/hosting/website-
builder.aspx?isc=gppt02C023&domain=eunuch.org)[Email
accounts](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/email/email-
hosting.aspx?isc=gppt02C023&domain=eunuch.org)[SSL
Certificates](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/ssl/ssl-
certificates.aspx?isc=gppt02C023&domain=eunuch.org)[eCommerce
tools](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/gdshop/ecommerce/shopping-
cart.asp?isc=gppt02C023&domain=eunuch.org)[See product
catalog](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/gdshop/catalog.asp?isc=gppt02C023&domain=eunuch.org)
[Go Daddy Super Bowl®
Commercial](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://videos.godaddy.com/super-
bowl-
commercials.aspx?isc=gppt02C024&domain=eunuch.org)[Danica
Patrick](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://videos.godaddy.com/danica-
media.aspx?isc=gppt02C024&domain=eunuch.org)[Dale
Jr](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://videos.godaddy.com/dale_video.aspx?isc=gppt02C024&domain=eunuch.org)[Go Daddy
Girls®](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://videos.godaddy.com/girls.aspx?isc=gppt02C024&domain=eunuch.org)
* New .COMs $7.49/yr plus 18 cents/yr [ICANN](javascript:void\(openICANNPopup\(\)\)) fee. Discount based on new one-year registration prices as of 4/8/2011 with sale price reflected in your shopping cart at checkout. Discount applies to new registrations and renewals and cannot be used in conjunction with any other offer or promotion. Domains purchased through this offer will renew at regular price after the initial term has expired.
Offer ends May 31, 2012 5:00 pm (MST).
+Practical eCommerce survey, 2009.
† Good for one 1-year registration of any available .COM, .US, .BIZ, .INFO,
.NET or .ORG
GoDaddy.com is the world's No. 1 ICANN-accredited domain name registrar for
.COM, .NET, .ORG, .INFO, .BIZ and .US domain extensions.
Source: RegistrarSTATS.com
1 GoDaddy.com is rated the world's largest hostname provider according to
Netcraft®.
Copyright © 1999-2011 GoDaddy.com, Inc. All rights reserved. [Privacy
Policy](http://web.archive.org/web/20110717030942/http://www.godaddy.com/agreements/ShowDoc.aspx?pageid=privacy_parkedpage) | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 1,
"longest_sentence": 178,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 61,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
||
Megan's Devotion | Clitoridectomy | Will makes Megan his little slave | Megan waited. She lay on her bed at 5:30 stroking her engorged clit, thinking
about Will. She experimentally spanked her clit. Mmmm.
The doorbell rang. She got up and zipped up her pants, hurriedly. She went to
the door and opened it. Will stepped inside. Megan closed the door.
Will was a fairly attractive man by looks alone, but there was an aura to him
that exuded power and strength. Megan was awed by this over and over as she
took his coat.
He looked at Megan. She was flushed, her pink lips pursed in anticipation,
long, dark hair swept back into a slightly messy braid.
"Someone's been playing with herself."
"Yes, I um....well was thinking about you.."
"I know."
"Oh. You....do?"
"Indeed." Will slipped her teeshirt off over her head to expose her small
breasts.
"Such beautiful breasts." He pinched her nipples and she shuddered. He removed
his own clothing, revealing a fairly well-built body. He removed the remainder
of Megan's clothing and led her into the bedroom.
"Now, have you been a good little slut?" he asked, but before she could
answer, he put his hand down to stroke her slit.
"No, you are a naughty little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, Will."
"You shouldn't play with yourself, Meggie. Only I am allowed to touch you
between your legs. Understand?"
"Yes, Will. I have been very naughty." She felt ashamed all of a sudden and
she began undressing herself.
"Yes....and naughty little sluts get punished." Megan shuddered as will began
to handcuff her to the bed. Next came the spreader bar at her knees so that
she could not close her legs. He began to massage her slit, occasionally
lingering on her clitoris, which was now pulsating with desire.
"Does my little slut need to come?"
"Yes, please? Please may I come?" He rubbed her clit vigorously and then
suddenly spanked her pussy hard with his hand.
"No." He pinched her clit between his fingers and rolled it between them. This
was an uncomfortable intense sensation that he often applied during
punishment. She squirmed but could not close her legs. He slapped her clit
again, hard.
"Stop squirming," he gently intoned
"You have a very naughty, slutty little clit, don't you, Meggie?"
"Yes."
"Do I need to punish such a slutty little whore of a clit...hmmm?" Megan
squirmed slightly. She desperately wanted him to spank her clit again.
"Y-yes, i have a very naughty slutty little clit that should be punished." He
paused and looked at her yearning face.
"I'm not going to spank your clit. You are also under no circumstances to have
an orgasm." This made her even more excited and wet. Her clit throbbed
violently at his touch now. He pulled back her clitoral hood and stroked the
tip of her clitoris gently, causing her to squirm. He wondered that such a
small little nub could cause her to be such a bad slave.
He took out from his bag a set of nipple clamps. He pinched her nipples so
that he could affix them. They were the type that had a chain running between
them and he tightened them until her nipples were bright red. She convulsed
and shuddered. The stimulation from her nipples was causing her clit to go
wild. Will began to rub her clit hard, and she began to go up the ramp to
orgasming.
"Don't come." He said sternly and stopped. He brought out a blindfold and tied
it around her eyes. He now rummaged around for something else. he found it,
and then placed a large black towel under her. She waited with anticipation.
He knelt between her legs and played with the item in his hand.
"Megan, your little clit needs to be punished. What I have in my hand is a
scalpel. I am going to make small cuts in a few sensitive areas to punish you
for squirming so much. I am going to gag you so that you won't scream."
Megan was silent as he placed the gag in her mouth, somewhat excited by this
new prospect, but also somewhat afraid. He had never cut her anywhere before.
He knelt between her legs again and slid his fingers into her pussy. They slid
in easily, as her vagina was slippery and quite wet. He massaged her g-spot
for a little while and then rubbed her clit almost to the point of her coming.
When she was just about to come, he spanked her clit. That wonderfully
engorged clit, surrounded by fleshy folds of luxurious inner labia and a
fleshy clitoral hood. All of this skin was beautiful, womanly. She gasped
through her gag. He slapped her clit twice more and then carefully made a cut
just at the tip of her clitoris, pulling thefleshy labia back. A mixture of
intense pleasure and intense pain seared through her body as she screamed into
the gag.
"Megan, are you dedicated thoroughly to being my little fuckslave?" She
nodded.
"Good. I am glad to hear that. Are you willing to do anything for me?" She
nodded again. He looked at her pussy, beautiful except for the one selfish
blemish. The only thing standing in the way of her being his completely. He
ungagged her.
"Megan, there is only one thing in the way of you being my little fuckslut. Do
you you want me to make you mine?"
"Yes Will, please." He gagged her again. She still was uncertain of what he
meant, but she had wanted to be his little slut since they had first met. He
looked at her pussy again and stroked the folds of skin gently.
"You will be allowed one last selfish act." He began to rub her clit
vigorously, and after a little while she came, her whole body shuddering. He
let her calm back down and then knelt between her legs.
"Alright Megan. It's time to be mine. I'm going to cut off your clitoris now,
so that you will be my little fuckslut with no selfish thoughts." Megan
squirmed, but Will had already begun the short but intensly painful process of
cutting the small bundle of nerves free from her body. She screamed into the
gag and then passed out. Will cauterized the wound and untied the unconscious
girl. He curled up next to her and smiled.
"Mine," he thought.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 5,
"longest_sentence": 51,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 106,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence"
],
"score": 6
} | 6 | false |
Fat Man's Castration | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Kind nurse helps a frustrated obese man. | ` Hello. I am a nurse at a "bariatrics" clinic. we work with extremely obese
patients. I am a married woman. 43. `
Several weeks ago, one of my patients, Mr.__________, confided in me that he
has been sexually frustrated for years. He is unable to find a partner due to
his weight problem. (He is close to 400 pounds).
After thinking about this for awhile I decided that a quick and painless
castration would be best for him. At first he was hesitant but he soon
realized it was for the best. I have assisted in several such proceedures and
knew i could do it well for the patient.
Over the week-end I met Mr.___ at the clinic. I prepared him for the
proceedure and administered a sedative to relax him. After an hour or so in
which we just chatted i helped him into a reclining chair to better support
his weight. I injected a local anesthesia and waited for it to take effect.
He was nervous at first but I assured him everything would be fine and that
after a few weeks or months at most he no longer will be frustrated.
The only real difficulty i encountered was geting to his genitals because of
the large amounts of fat. However once i did it was quite simple for me to
perform the proceedure. Using the tools i had often seen the Doctor use, i
quickly cut open his scrotum and excised the testicles. They were somewhat
smaller than i expected but came out easily and with no complications. Mr.
______ was now a eunuch.The entire castration was less than an hour.
Afterwards I told him he should rest that evening and the next day. Monday is
his regular appointment day and I would make sure all is healing well. I
explained about the hot flashes he may have.Left unsaid was the complete
impotence that should be in place before too long and the reduction in size
that will occur to his penis.
I have thought about Mr_______ often since I castrated him,and I feel a warm
fondness for him. I hope we will remain friends.
As his nurse i will observe his penis becoming smaller and of course i know he
will be impotent. But as a eunuch, he will not mind or care. And that is the
point, isnt it?
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 36,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 34,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
Temptation Island | STRAIGHT | Babes pulled exotic dancer's balls off | The seaplane came to a stop on the pier. We were met by the hostess. “Welcome
to Temptation Island. I am Erica and will be your hostess.” The island was
beautiful. I was glad that Brandie suggested coming here for our reunion. We
had not been together as a group for five years, since we graduated from
college. We used to be together all the time. I was glad that the feeling was
still there.
The first night Erica took us to a club. It was wonderful. There were lots of
hot guys. Then came the strip shows, both guys and girls. We were so hot we
ended up in bed together, the six of us. I was glad that the feeling was still
there.
Erica said that she wanted to go back to that club. Every other day was lady-
only night. After seeing the guys available on this island, we were all ready.
As soon as we walked in, we felt the mood was different. There were some
really good looking guys slowly stripping on stage. And we enjoyed the show.
Fifteen minutes later, the DJ announced the first special of the night. And
all these women took out loops of thin silk ropes. Erica came prepared. She
gave us the loops and explained the rules. The first one to catch a cock or
balls got to take the stripper to the room in the back for half an hour.
Everyone moved as close to the stage as she could. A gorgeous stripper came on
stage. It took him two songs to get down to the g-string. At the beginning of
the third song, the g-string came off and the loops of silk ropes flew towards
the swaying cock. In two minutes, it was caught. That lucky blonde reeled him
in, let him out, reeled him in again…. Finally, at the end of the song, she
dragged him off to the little room in the back. She had 30 minutes. Susan just
could not control herself. She kept screaming: “I need to catch one.”
We were so clumsy with the ropes. We had no chance. But an hour and two
specials later, Erica caught a cock. She told us to come along. Thirty minutes
was not much. But we all needed a cock so badly. Shannon said: “He won’t last
thirty minutes.” Erica told her: “Don’t worry. He will. I come prepared.” As
soon as we were in the little room with the huge bed, Erica took out a metal
cock ring and put it on the cock. We took turn riding it, and loving each
other. Holly was the last one to fuck and she took off the cock ring, letting
it shoot loads of creamy hot cum into her. We had no more success that night
and returned home to an orgy ourselves.
The place became an obsession. Everyday we practiced with the silk ropes and
made love. Every other night we went there to catch a cock. On other nights,
we picked up guys in the club and brought them back to the house for marathon
fucking sessions. They were all handsome guys, but the strippers’ cocks were
so much bigger. We were getting better. We were regularly catching cocks in
lady‘s night.
We were in the club again. The first special came on and everyone threw her
loop. Alicia caught the cock and a second later, another blonde caught the
balls. They had a tug of war. The guy was down on the floor, twisting in pain
between them. The club was in an uproar. Everyone was either cheering for
Alicia or that blonde. Half way through the song, the blonde jerked the balls
off. The ball sac flew back and hit her face. The cheering was thunderous.
We were all in a lousy mood when we went to the hospital. Surprisingly the
guy, JohnJohn, was OK. He said that he wanted to get rid of his balls for a
while but could not get up the courage to have it done. Now, he could use
testosterone patches and last much longer. More importantly, the women did not
have to worry about get pregnant by accident. Two days later he was discharged
from the hospital and we invited him to stay with us. We totally lost the mood
to return to that club. The love making was a lot more leisurely. JohnJohn was
very popular among the strippers and many of them visited, and stayed for some
love making. He was right. He could get it up as hard as it could be with the
patches, and lasted a lot longer without balls.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 30,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 79,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence"
],
"score": 5
} | 5 | false |
High Heels (straight) | She warned me what she would do if she caught me cheating again, but I never
thought she would go through with it. My girlfriend is a very hot and kinky
lady and I don't know why I cheat on her but..... She was out of town and when
she got back she found out I had slept with one of her friends. ( a Kate Moss
lookalike, how could I help myself) I told her I was sorry and it would never
happen again, all the usual bs. Instead of being angry she took me in her arms
and told me maybe she was leaving me unsatisfied and maybe she was partially
to blame. Wow, not only was I not in trouble, but also she was getting turned
on. She asked if I wanted to try something new and I said I would love to. Out
to the garage where she blindfolded me, and tied me to the workmate. (We love
bondage games so I wasn't worried) She went back into the house and when she
came back she took off my blindfold. All she was wearing were black stockings
and black high heels! My cock stood straight up and she climbed up on the
workmate and burried my face into her pussy. I was so busy eating her I didn't
realize she had worked her high heels right over my balls. Just when she
started to cum, she dropped all her weight onto my balls. I screamed in pain
and passed out. When I came to, her and a friend of hers who I always thought
was a real bitchy dyke, smiled and gagged me. Now what, thinking it couldn't
get any worse and then I saw the gigantic hedge clippers in her
hands........................ | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 29,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 21,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
||
Nullo Brothers | GAY, NULLIFICATION | Hustler brothers victimize their older johns. Until the tables are turned. | ` Mike and Mark were brothers and used to be hustlers. They advertised in the
classified ads of the local gay tabloid: `
"Handsome butch brothers. Both uncut tops. Expensive but worth it." The pager
number they listed was changed weekly.
They worked together to prey on older, wealthy guys who could afford two
hustlers at time and were turned on by being fucked by brothers simultaneously
in the mouth and ass. They tied up their johns, double-fucked them senseless,
then gagged them and shot Polaroids of their victim with various objects
shoved up his ass...a banana, a broomstick, whatever was handy. Sometimes one
brother would piss on the victim, the yellow stream glinting in the light of
the camera's flash. They took their time filling their car with anything of
value they could find in the house and left with a warning that they'd send
photos to the victim's relatives, neighbors and place of business if the
police were summoned.
It was a lucrative gig, until one of their victims confided to a friend. The
friend booked the brothers for an evening appointment. The brothers were
practically drooling as a effeminate old queen dressed in a silk caftan and
dripping with gold jewelry met them at the massive front door of his Georgian
mansion. This would be their best score yet, they thought, eyeing each other
knowingly. "Hi boys! Please do come in and we'll all get acquainted over a
cosmopolitan," the older man lisped as he waved them inside with limply
fluttering hands. He sashayed across the foyer, leading the brothers into a
walnut paneled library. "Please, sit wherever you like." The brothers settled
into a deep, down-filled damask sofa as their mark moved a tray with three
glasses and cocktail shaker from a credenza to the cocktail table. One glass
was half full. "I know it's rude, boys, but I started without you." He poured
two more drinks for the brothers and raised his own glass in a toast. "Here's
to new beginnings. Bottoms up!" The brothers smirked at each other and all
three men downed their drinks in single gulps. "Woo! I've had my limit," the
older man said as he fanned his face with both hands, "but we shouldn't let
this go to waste." More drinks were poured for the boys. As the brothers
sipped their drinks, the older man ranted on about how the room was decorated.
As he babbled on, the boys began to feel drowsy. Eyelids became heavy. Picture
lights over the oil paintings seemed to glow strangely in diffused patterns.
The chattering of the older man segued into a muffled hum. Then, darkness.
Mark came to first. He was on his back, his knees elevated. The light in his
face was blinding and he tried to turn away. He couldn't move his arms or
legs. As he struggled to get free, he saw Mike beside him, strapped to another
table, still unconscious, his feet in stirrups. A deep, gruff voice shattered
the silence. "Remember me, boy?" Mark rolled his head to see his host step
into the light, now dressed in full leather gear. "I'm your next intended
victim. The rich old queen. Remember? Well, now I'm your new daddy. The tables
have turned, boy. And you boys are strapped to 'em. You may remember my best
friend Raymond, too." Another figure in leather stepped out of the shadows.
"You boys fucked him, humiliated him and robbed him blind. And I bet he wasn't
the only one. So, like I said before, 'Here's to new beginnings.' Things are
gonna change. I mean, REALLY change!" Both older men roared with laughter.
"There's just one more friend I want you to meet. C'mon over here, doc." A
tall man in full surgical scrubs, cap, mask and rubber gloves stepped in from
the shadows, holding a large hypodermic needle. He grabbed Mark's genitals
roughly and began jabbing the needle repeatedly around Mark's groin. Mark
shrieked, begging him to stop. "Sorry, boy. There's no stopping doc once he's
got his mind made up. In a couple of minutes, the anesthetic will kick in. But
doc hates to waste any time, dontcha, doc?." The doctor laughed under his mask
as he brandished a gleaming scalpel. The doctor grabbed Mark's scrotum and
began to brutally slice it free. Mark went wild, yelping like a coyote caught
in the jaws of a steel trap. The doctor tossed the bloody sack onto Mark's
chest. "You bagged a big one, doc," the leather daddy said as Raymond hunched
over in a guffaw. Mark felt his balls being pulled hard from his body,
followed by two sharp bolts of pain and sizzling sounds. The stench of burning
flesh flooded the room. "Laser. Fast and no bleeding," the master explained to
his friend. The doctor tossed the bloody balls onto Mark's chest. "Two
points!" the master yelled, as his friend doubled over in laughter again. "And
now for the main event." The doctor grabbed Mark's penis in one hand,
stretched it away from Mark's groin and thrust a catheter roughly into his
urethra. Strangely, it didn't hurt much. The anesthetic was taking effect.
With all his strength, the doctor pulled his catheterized penis up and away
from Mark's body again, then began to slice around the base. Mark watched with
wide eyes, frozen in horror, as the doctor slowly slid his big uncut dick up
and off the catheter. The doctor peeled the foreskin back off the glans and
tossed Mark's dick onto his severed balls. "That's a first," the master
chortled. "Uncut and cut at the same time!" The master, Raymond and the doctor
all roared. As Mark's eyes stared into the eye of his dick just inches away,
he passed out.
Mark and Mike spent the next three weeks strapped into twin hospital beds,
blindfolded and fed intravenously. Morphine drips kept them heavily sedated.
They could feel their sponge baths and the changing of their bandages, but
little else. The brothers could talk to each other, but they were so heavily
drugged that the conversations were slurred and seemingly pointless.
As they came out of their haze, the brothers' blindfolds were removed. They
were each handcuffed, but otherwise free to move. Mark rolled over to talk to
his brother. "You all right, man?" Mike turned and smiled. He had no teeth.
Mark watched as Mike's eyes moved down Mark's body, fixing on Mark's groin.
Mike's jaw dropped and his eyes went wild. Mike lurched up in bed and grabbed
at his own crotch with handcuffs jangling. "Oh, god," he mumbled. "OH, GOD!"
Mark grabbed at his own crotch. There was nothing.
Mike and Mark are kept very busy these days by their master and his friends.
They are repeatedly fucked raw. From both ends, of course. Mark still resists
sometimes. He often wears the red stripes of a fresh caning on his ass to
prove it.
The master's favorite sport is simultaneously and violently "pinky fucking"
them in their relocated urethras. Unfortunately, this has made both brothers
permanently incontinent and means the boys and the basement floor need to be
hosed down frequently. The houseboy hates it and takes it out on the boys by
shoving the threaded brass end of the hose up their asses to give them icy
cold enemas.
Another unfortunate consequence of the "pinky fucking" is frequent infections
of the brothers' urethras and bladders. It's costing the master a fortune in
antibiotics.
But what the hell. It's still cheaper than getting ripped off by a couple of
pricey hustlers.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 48,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 116,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
Gedanken über ein neues Leben... | NULLIFICATION, Essay; Peronsal & Anecdotal | This is a german language "essay" in which I a describing my personal situation and desires.This ist not the average "castrate-me-now"-text, but might be intersting though(!).After long years of hesistation I am positively sure now to do the final step.Mybe I have to find some "sponsors" first...In diesem deutschsprachigen Text offenbare ich quasi "mein Intimstes", es ist mehr ein "Essay" als die übliche "Wichsfantasie" (womit ich diese auf keinen Fall abwerten möchte!).Dennoch lohnt sich das Lesen! Nach langen Zweifeln und einem Rückzieher bin ich mir mit 36 Jahren jetzt absolut sicher: ich werde geschlechtlos werden!...Ich muss lediglich vorher noch einen "Sponsor" finden!(NON-FICTION!) | Editor's Note - story text removed because the English translation contained
personal data and requested donations for the Author.This link will be removed
shortly.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 1,
"longest_sentence": 22,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 3,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
30 Years a Eunuch | STRAIGHT | Vietnam vet recalls his emasculation. | I guess im lucky in a way. All the other guys were killed when our chopper was
shot down October 14, 1967. Somehow i was just badly bruised.i tried to get
back to our lines but a VC patrol captured me. I expected to be shot on the
spot but they pushed me along with them.
After about an hour we reached an underground bunker and what appeared to be
an officer spoke to the patrol and i was thrown into a small room. i wasnt
harmed but of course i had no idea what to expect.
After a few hours i was taken out and brought to another room-inside were two
women and a man.They motioned me to undress-the man had a pistol and for a
second i thought of trying to overpower him but i realized id be dead-too many
others and i didnt really know where i was.I did as i was told and undressed.
Suddenly one of the women jabbed me with some kind of needle and almost
immediately i fely dizzy- they then placed me on a table and started talking
to each other-unintelligible to me of course.I felt some tugging on my
genitals and suddenly a sharp but not unbearable pain..I must have passed out.
i woike up-i dont know how much later- and i was in a small clearing in the
jungle.My pants had been put back on-no shirt or shoes.i felt a dull pain in
my groin but i didnt understand what had been done.i somehow managed to get
back near our lines and i was found by South Vietnamese patrol. At the
hospital i was told the truth-my scrotum had been severed and of course along
with it my testicles were gone.The dr tried his best to be positive but the
shock of it overwhelmed me. i was back home within 3 weeks. i still recall the
shock of seeing my penis-limp and no balls or sack.
I never was able to tell my girlfriend what happened and we soon broke up. My
sexual desires faded away slowly but totally and they are now a dim memory.Ive
made a good life for myself- friends but of course no partner.Ive managed to
stay somewhat in shape although ive tended to weight and some breast growth.My
penis is that of a childs.
I tried HRT some years ago but it made me anxious and my penis had shrunk by
then. All in all i guess im lucky-my buddies are all dead- and i guess given a
choice they would prefer to be like me-alive but with no balls. Sometimes i
wonder why they deballed me instead of killing me- perhaps cruelty or perhaps
mercy.ill let you decide.
thanks for reading.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 30,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 35,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
CASTRATED BY THE CONG | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, Other: War | A young G.I. must witness a Viet Cong General have sex.He then suffers at the hands of the General's two beautiful but very sadistic sex partners. | CASTRATED BY THE CONG
In 1968 the country of Vietnam was full of sex and violence.
Sex in the way of G.Is fucking whores and females in villages
suspected of being Viet Cong. Any woman was fair game to
some men. Violence in the way men of both sides sexually
mutilated their enemy.
In Hanoi there was another form of sex and violence. It involved
a Viet Cong army officer named General Van Doc Khe and
his two sadistic assistants Mai Ling and Kim. Khe got off
sexually by having sex with his women in front of a naked G.I.
prisoner strapped to an X-frame at the foot of his bed. For the
unfortunate G.I. it would be a night of macabre sex and violence.
Sex performed on the General and violence performed on the
G.I.
The story begins with Mai Ling and Kim walking into the Hanoi
prison housing dozens of American prisoners. The girls were
sent there by Khe to select a man for their entertainment this
night. All the men were tied along the wall. Mai Ling and Kim
were dressed in very sexy attire. Short skirts, stockings and
heels. Both with low cut tops barely covering their large breasts.
Both women walked in swaying their asses and swinging their
tits. Mai Ling announced that they came to pick a lucky G.I.
for a night of sex. However, she said, “we tell you when you
get hard dick. We walk in room, we pull cock out of pants of
some G.I. If you cock be hard, we cut off balls then cock. All
the G.I.s looked at their long bladed castration knives they wore
on their hips.
Mai Ling and Kim slowly walked up to each G.I. Kim said to
Mai Ling “this man look good for tonight”. Mai Ling said, “yes
but look their”. The poor guy had a raging hardon pressing
against his trousers. Most men in their had not had sex for months
or years and could not help but to get an erection. Kim ripped
open the crotch of his pants and a huge erection sprang up. Kim
leaned up against the soldier and rubbed her nylon encased leg
along his cock head. She said,”G.I. like what he see?” He said
with a lump in his throat, “yes”. Kim said, “well me no like what
I see. Kim pulled his scrotum down hard, whipped out her blade,
and swiftly sliced through the skin and reproductive tissue of the
unfortunate man. As blood poured out of his crotch, and he
screamed loudly, Mai Ling said with a smile, “man with no balls
no need dick and she slowly carved off his penis which was still
semi hard. A male guard came over with a glass jar filled with
liquid. The two women laughing placed the severed ballsack and
cock inside with the newbie eunuchs dog tags wrapped around
them. He slowly bled to death as the female castrators
approached another bound man. Terror filled the room. The
prisoners knew that these women meant business. They
continued to walk around the room, knives in hand, castrating
four more men. They came upon a young 20 year old and said,
“G.I., This your lucky night. The two women having made their
point, and selected their man for the night, escorted him from
the room. Kim said to him, “you ok G.I., you can get hard now,
we no cut it off.” All three got into a car, Kim and Mai Ling on
each side of the handcuffed man. As they sat, their skirts slid up
their crotch and both unbuttoned their tops. Mai Ling took out
his dick and balls. He grew hard. Both women smiled. Kim said,
“You get hard but no cum! If you cum we cut you like other G.Is
and make you eat it!!” Mai Ling put her leg against his dickhead
now as hard as a rock. He prayed not to cum.
This sexual torture lasted about 45 minutes. Pre cum seeped out
of his pee hole and stuck to Mai Ling’s stocking. She said,”G.I.
pig put cum on my leg.” She took out her blade still wet with the
blood of her recent castration and put it to the base of his huge
eight inch cock. He tensed and begged her not to cut it off.
Both girls laughed and Kim said, “no worry G.I. You no cum.
All men get sticky dick when they see us.” She slid her long
fingernail along his cock head and licked the man fluid off of her
finger. The poor guy felt semen churning in his scrotum and he
squeezed his prostate gland to block the flow. He was in agony
and needed release. Both women enjoyed their sexual control of
men.
Kim and Mai Ling escorted the prisoner through a long hallway
and into a plush building. They sat him down to a table and fed
him a wonderful meal. He ate a large amount of food. His body
was lean and muscular. He was recently captured and in good
shape. Both women admired his sexy body and huge American
sized sex organ.
After dinner, they walked him to a dimly lit bedroom. Very
well decorated. It looked like a whorehouse. A large bed was
in the room. At the foot of the bed, was a wooden X frame with
dozens of straps.Kim and Mai Ling took stripped the prisoner
of his clothing and tied him to the bondage device. The straps
covered both outstretched arms, legs and his waist. They left
him there for about an hour. As soft Oriental music played, in
came a man also naked. He too was muscular and in good
shape. He said, “I am General Khe. Tonight you watch me fuck.
Maybe I let you fuck too, maybe no.” Khe asked the bound
prisoner when the last time he fucked a woman. The G.I. said
about four months ago. Khe laughed and said, “too bad G.I.
all men need to fuck. I fuck many times in last four months.
Did you rape Vietnamese?” The G.I. said no”.Khe said, “ if
you fuck Vietnamese you did rape them.We no want American
cum or babies in Vietnam. You hope I no tell Mia Ling, they
cut off many American rapist dick.” At that time, Khe shows
the prisoner a jar filled with flesh colored objects. A look of
horror came over the G.I. Khe said,” you no worry G.I.,
maybe I tell them you no rape, you keep dick and go home
and fuck bookoo women. If I tell you rape, I put your dick
in this jar with others.” Khe laughed.
Kim and Mai Ling came in topless but still in stockings and
stiletto heels. No panties. Both stroked the prisoner and he
became rigid. Kim took out her knife and rammed it between
his legs barely missing his manhood and into the wood frame.
She said, “you wait for general to cum first. If no, I make you
girl, make other G.I.s and Viet Cong fuck you and you suck
cock. His heavy manhood rested on the knife handle.
Both ladies went to Khe on the bed. Their breasts sticking out
proudly. Kim sucked the Generals cock as Mai Ling put her
tit in his mouth. In all his horror the prisoner became more
erect at the sight of the threesome. Both girls glanced at the
prisoner and smiled.
The women did all the work. Kim sat on Khe’s penis and rode
it while Mai Ling sat on his face and got her pussy licked. What
they did next was ghastly. The women got off the bed and took
a jar and dumped the contents onto the Generals body. Penises
dozens of them, some with testicles still attached. They made
love in a sea of mens sex organs. All three were in a sexual
trance. Mai Ling and Kim stuffed two of the cut off dicks into
their cunts in a mad sexual frenzy. General Khe could no longer
hold it in. He yelled, “G.I. RAPE YOUNG VIETNAMESE
GIRL IN ASS” Mia Ling looked up in rage at the American
G.I. prisoner.
What happened next was even more sadistic. With a limp cut
off dick dangling from her pussy, Mai Ling approached the
bound prisoner with a look of rage in her eyes. The prisoner
yelled,”NO, NO, NO!!! Mai Ling said, “General Khe no lie!
I cut off your dick, you no fuck no more.”
With that General Khe spewed cum all over Kim’s body in
gushes of glistening fluid. At the same time, Mai Ling chopped
off the prisoners cock and balls. The General screamed in
pleasure, the prisoner screamed in pain as blood and cum
pumped in large gushes with each of the mans last heartbeats.
Kim ripped the dick out of Mai Ling’s pussy, and shoved it
into the open mouth of the prisoner.
Both women fucked themselves with the recently cut off cock
from the G.I. which was still warm until they orgasmed and
secreted female fluid all over the emasculated sex organ.
All three collapsed on the bed in sexual fulfillment. The prisoner
slowly bled to death with a strangers cock in his mouth and his
detached penis and balls shoved up a Viet Cong bitch pussy.
Sex and violence. It was enjoyed in that chamber of sex and
pain that night over 30 years ago | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 44,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 132,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
Clitoridectomy Support Group 8 recall and return | clitoridectomy | Author reviews her experience and inspires another | Recall and return
I finished the assignment and went back to New York. This time I knew I could
never be the same again. I did my job, but my private life had changed
irreversibly. Since my first visit to Egypt I had found it more and more
difficult to masturbate to orgasm. I found myself hard and unsatisfied. But I
still did it. This time, I had nothing to masturbate with.
With nothing to play with at home, I went out more. I even dated. But no-one
got beyond the door.
After a few months, I got my opportunity. The journal wanted a Middle East
Correspondent based there. With my language, I was the obvious choice. I
jumped at it. I let people in the group know and got a flight as soon as I
could.
To my surprise Christine met me at the airport. She behaved like a lost lover
and embraced me openly. We were in queue getting a taxi into town, when a
woman next to us asked if we knew where her hotel was. It was the same as mine
and we agreed to share a taxi.
We clambered in. I was in the middle of the back seat with Christine on one
side the woman on the other. She asked, ‘Are you lovers?’
Slightly shocked, Christine answered, ‘No.’
“You seem so intimate.’
“We’re just pleased to see each other. Arab women show this kind of emotion to
other women.’
‘But you’re not Arabs.’
I am partly, but I let it pass.
Christine said, ‘When you’ve been here long enough, you adapt to the culture.’
“I see.’
‘Anyway we have a more intimate relationship than lovers could.’
“What do you mean by that?’
I chipped in, ‘She’s my circumciser.’
“I don’t understand.’
Christine put it straightforwardly, “I cut off her clitoris.’
The woman put her knees together and looked astonished.
‘It is another local custom.’
“I’m glad I’m not staying long.’
I quickly set up my office, and got down to work. I found a place to stay long
term and found time to renew my contacts.
Marion and Sal invited me over to their place for an evening. In addition to
the four residents, there were two other women, Elizabeth and a dark woman I
had not seen before. We had something to eat and drink and I was introduced to
Andrea. Andrea looked at me strangely, as if she had seen me before. She said,
`You’re a little shorter than you appear.’ As it was the first time we had
met, I was baffled.
We moved rooms and Ibrahim put on a video. ‘You have to watch this.’
It began. I saw myself enter the hallway in the centre naked. It was a video
of my clitoridectomy. Andrea and Elizabeth were both riveted. Elizabeth’s
nipples gave her away again. Andrea put her left hand between her legs but
then just left it there.
I watched myself be tied up and then begin to thrust. At the moment of
excision, they stopped the video in a still. I could myself writhing against
the ropes. Marion stood up and went to the screen. She pointed to a speck in
the middle just at the height of my knees. She looked at me and said, ‘That’s
your clitoris.’
We made a still photograph of it. We’ll give you a copy.
Anyway, you’ve inspired Andrea. She’ll be performing on Saturday. I hope
you’ll be there.
‘Is Andrea in a chastity belt now?’
‘Yes, I am,’ she blushed.
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 26,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 67,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 2
} | 2 | false |
Confession of a Pedophile | GAY, PENECTOMY, MINOR | A convicted pedophile and murderer tells his story to his new
master in all it's glorious detail. Then his master and his
master's sons fuck him senseless. | {
"has_passive_voice": false,
"max_nested_clauses": 1,
"longest_sentence": 20,
"num_participle_phrases": 0,
"num_sentences": 2,
"is_complex": false,
"reasons": [],
"score": 0
} | 0 | false |
|
Waiting for the sun | STRAIGHT | How would you decide if this story would happen to you ? - Please pardon my English. I hope you like the narration nevertheless. | I can`t sleep.
Since I lost my job, my biorhythm has changed seriosly.
No matter how sleepy I am, I stay awake in bed. I have tried zen
meditation. You are breathing with your stomach and imagine to sit on
a hill. But it doesn`t have the wanted effect when I try.
So I lie in bed until dawn. Some sunbeams always find their way
through the old curtain. This is the only sunlight I have seen since
a long time. The sunbeam is wandering slowly in the direction of my
bed. When I have closed my eyes I feel it in my face when it is
sliding over my pillow. Then I fall asleep.
...
This night when I am sitting at the computer someone is knocking at
the window. Through the glass I recognize a young woman in dark
clothes. I open the window.
"You are belonging to us", she says. I look around, but there is
nobody else. "I saw you every night sitting there" she says, as if
that would be an explanation. "Always in the night."
She is pale. She has put on dark red lipstick. "Would you please let
me in ?" she asks.
"What`s your name ?", I say.
It is long ago that a woman was in my appartment. I meet no people.
Her hand was sliding along the computer table and she switches off
the monitor.
"I am so hungy", she says. Her hand on my shoulder she presses me
down so that I am sitting on the chair.
"Shall I call the pizza service ?"
She laughs. "No. I want to nibble at you." She knees down between my
legs and lays her arms onto them. She opens the zipper, unpacks her
meal and licks her lips. "Oh, you react very fast. Ready to eat, I
think. Do you too like a steak when it is raw and bloody ?" She is
looking at me expectantly. Should I say something now ?
"Oh dear. You never have seen a vampire movie, have you ?" she says.
"OK. I will explain. I am wearing dark clothes, am knocking at your
window deep in the night and ask you to let me in, I have a pale face
with dark red lips and unserwingly point to my hunger..." she says
during she is playing with her food.
"Yes, and... ?" I ask.
"The victim shoud be a little bit frightend !" she says.
"The victim. That`s me !" I shout.
"Now you got it !" she shows her sharp teeth.
"AAAAAaaaah !" In panic I search for something on the table, catching
the package of a 3D-Shooter, displaying a cross on the front.
"What`s the matter ?" she asks. "We can play that game after dinner,
for an eternity, if you like to. But now let me eat, or I will get a
nervous stomach. Be patient, or do you think, this funny little
picture of a cross will save you ? Believe me, it doesn`t. Crucifix,
sunlight or holy water... It will be only effective against vamps if
it has a personal meaning to you. Got it, stupid ?"
Disappointed she is looking at what she planed to be her little snack
for this night. "Oh. To tell the truth I didn`t want to talk my
supper could..."
...
She decided to love me up later. We are lying in bed together now. I
am looking at her. Asleep she doesn`t seem to be dangerous. Her face
is relaxed. She sighs, maybe because of hunger.
She breathes softly onto my arm.
I have been alone too long, and her sentence "You belong to us"
changes to "You belong to me."
The sunbeams are wandering in the direction of my bed slowly.
"...if it has a personal meaning..." Does she want to sleep forever ?
Why else has she given operation instructions for killing vampires
to me ?
I imagine as I will wake her up before the sun can burn her. "I am
hungry", she will say then.
I´m waiting for the sun. | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 4,
"longest_sentence": 42,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 81,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 4
} | 4 | false |
The Way | GAY, TESTICLES | Master \"corrects\" his slave | ` Limp `
My name is Zake and I’m a white guy of 34 in the Chicago area. I’ve been with
my present master for 4 years now, a new record for me and in all likelihood
sure to increase substantially. My master has always been into Zen, Buddha,
extra-anything or what ever that means. Late last summer my master started to
talk about the "learning the way of the Burdizzo". I did not now what the hell
he was talking about. Just after Christmas he came home from work and told me
now it is time for me to learn the way. If I didn’t struggle or make a sound
he wouldn’t beat me. He bound me to his 4 poster bed tighter than ever before
and then hooded and gagged me. Making any sound was the least of my worries.
After a period of a few minutes I felt him playing roughly with my balls. Then
I felt the feel of cold steel. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, but not too bad,
I felt worst at the dentist a week before. After a minute or so the same was
repeated on the other side. I could only grunt into the gag. A blanket was
tossed ove me and I was then I was left for a half hour or so. There remained
a nauseating and very heavy heavy ache in my groin. My master then came and
turned me over and I was re-tied and fucked.
It has been 2 months now and I have learned the way of the Burdizzo well. The
Burdizzo is very powerful and the way is most enveloping and for everlasting.
I am now a devout disciple of the Burdizzo. As I am a kept man of no means of
support, I remain fully in my masters care. I turn over on my tummy and spread
my leg on my masters command as always. I watch the seconds tick by off the
bedroom clock until my master releases me. He no longer worries about me
indulging in any abusive practices while he is away. I have learned well the
way of the Burdizzo, The "way" reaches into your very soul, is very strong but
not necessity good by any means by my account. I can only strongly recommend
to any master that they have their mates learn of the way of the Burdizzo.
Lately he has started talking any learning the way of the electro-ejactolator.
I’m a little bit scared, should I be?
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 2,
"longest_sentence": 36,
"num_participle_phrases": 2,
"num_sentences": 30,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice"
],
"score": 1
} | 1 | false |
Mehemet II | GAY, TESTICLES | Second is a series of accounts by a surgeon in the court of the Ottoman Empire. | ` The Duties and Pleasures of the Court Surgeon – Part II `
Once again let me introduce myself. I am Ahmed, surgeon for Sultan Mehemet. As
well as the regular duties which a surgeon is expected to perform, there are
those special ones which are the subject of these accounts. Now some say that
I take pleasure in pain. That may be so. But I am also very skilled at my
craft, and I have considerable status as a result.
My patient today is to be a very special one indeed. He is the one of the
Sultan’s favorite bed boys. A certain few of us know that sometimes His
Highness tires of the harem and has a boy brought to his chambers for his
enjoyment. But this boy is starting to mature and His Highness wants to keep
him sleek and smooth for a while longer. Furthermore he was seen feeling the
breasts of one of the young servant girls. So he is being sent to me.
My house and surgery are only a stone’s-thrown from Topkapi Palace. It is mid-
afternoon and two of the palace retainers have brought him to me. He is a
beautiful boy with olive skin and long curly hair. His lips are full and his
cheeks still smooth – the way His Highness wants to keep him! He is familiar
with sexual games and they have not told him why he is here. So I proceed with
the deceit. First I blindfold him – he thinks this is a game. I remove his
outer garments and when I turn him around he thrusts his buttocks toward me. I
am sorely tempted to take him – but I do not dare. Would that I could feel his
lips and tongue on my cock. And spread those golden buttocks to sample the
delights found between them. But he is to return to the palace. And someday
his tongue will tell what happened here. Then I would be the one stretched out
on my back with my legs spread for the castration knife!
So I take his hand and lead him to my surgery. As we go I untie his loincloth
and it falls behind him. He opens his legs willingly as I lay him back on the
table. He does not resist as the surgical cuffs go on his arms and legs and
the restraining band across his belly. He has been a toy for the Sultan’s
pleasure and that of his guests So he suspects nothing.
I had another of these boys in my surgery a few weeks ago. One of the Sultan’s
guests wanted him screaming as he was fucked. So once he had his cock in the
boy he grabbed him by the balls and squeezed. They said they could hear him
shrieking down the hall. A testicle burst in the man’s hand, and I had to
remove it.
I take the soap and water to cleanse him thoroughly – for the surgery of
course. I bring warm water and lather my hands with soap. My hands soap his
belly and his sexual organs thoroughly. The warm water and the soap and my
hands make him erect. So this is why His Highness wants him gelded. He is
developing male urges. The Sultan wants him passive, like a girl, on his back
with his legs pulled up. Or on his belly with his buttocks thrust upward to be
split by the cock. Not growing hair and trying to screw the servant girls! I
try his anus. It relaxes easily letting my finger in, then tightens around it,
squeezing. He is smooth and hairless. He knows how to take a man. My own cock
is hard wanting to fuck this boy. But I cannot.
As I check and wash his sexual organs I will explain why he is here. My
fingers find his testicles to make sure they have descended into his scrotum.
“Welcome my boy. I am the Royal Surgeon. His Highness has decreed that you are
to be castrated”.
With these words his cock starts to shrivel! Suddenly he understands and
begins to wail.
He pleads with me, as I knew he would. He offers me his mouth. He will lick my
cock. He will kneel between my legs, take my balls into his mouth and suck
them. I can come in his mouth. Or he will bend over for me. Don’t I want his
ass? Men like how tight he is and squeezing his balls. He begs me…
“Please don’t cut me, please. Please fuck me … please just fuck me.”
He cannot see me because of the blindfold, but his tongue comes out and his
mouth opens. His tongue licks, he begs for my cock to suck…
źou can hurt me. Please…squeeze my balls and make me cry. You can slap my face
while I suck you. Please fuck me. Please hurt me. Please Master, please don’t
cut my balls off.
Instead I touch his cock with the cold steel of the knife, and he begins to
scream. His testicles are drawn up tight to his body. I find them with my
fingers and pull them away. It is time! I will explain each step in the
surgery to him as I perform it.
I remove the blindfold so that I can watch his face during my work, and so he
can see the man that is taking away his masculinity. I let him watch as I take
the stone and put a keen edge on my surgical knives.
“First I slit open your scrotum”, I explain. He tries frantically to pull away
from my hands reaching between his legs. But of course the restraints hold him
fixed and helpless. I stretch his scrotum and slit it top to bottom. The
muscles in his thighs and belly flex beautifully in his pain.
“Now I am squeezing your nuts out from inside their sack. Ah yes, they are
nice and white. I don’t cut your nuts. Just the cords.”
His testicles lie on my hand, and I stretch the cords. Such a beautiful boy!
Did His Highness ever milk his semen from him? He did touch that girl’s
breasts. He is probably too young to have spread her legs. Perhaps he has a
sister who showed him her body. Now he will pleasure only men.
Tears stream down his cheeks and he cries pitifully as I raise the blade to
his genitals again. A slice of the knife, a loud cry from the boy, and he is
gelded. I hold his severed testicles up for him to see though his tears.
They will bring him back in two weeks and he will lie here again. I will check
his empty ‘purse’ and ensure that the wound has healed. Then I will pronounce
him fit to again service the Sultan and his guests. Perhaps I have done him a
favour. No man will ever again squeeze his balls to hear him scream.
Tonight I will require satisfaction. I will have one of the young captives
that I have not yet cut, brought. There’s a boy of about thirteen that I have
been teaching how to service me properly. But he is becoming boring. Perhaps I
will want to hear him screaming as I fuck him…
* * * | {
"has_passive_voice": true,
"max_nested_clauses": 3,
"longest_sentence": 30,
"num_participle_phrases": 1,
"num_sentences": 111,
"is_complex": true,
"reasons": [
"Contains passive voice",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence",
"Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence"
],
"score": 3
} | 3 | false |
Subsets and Splits