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Castration Deduction | TESTICLES, Crime-Fighting Irregulars | ***** | ` `
Holmes desperately needed a new case.
Twenty-three dead Indians. The last nearly so.
"I buy, you fly," Holmes told Watson.
"How many pounds Sterling in a Euro?" Watson wondered to himself as he took
the notes from Holmes and headed to a Paris bottle shop. They were vacationing
on the continent and francly were having a hard time staying current with the
currency.
But Watson secured the case. Ice-cold Budweiser was Holmes' current brew du
juor. The famous consulting detective was trying to train himself to think
like an American, because he had a meeting with the US Secret Service at
midnight at the entrance to the Louve.
Holmes loved the Louve. He moaned while Watson sucked his cock under the cafe
table, often referring to his companion, in his throes of near-ejaculata, as
"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa!" Holmes never bemoaned his luck that Watson had learned to
cross-dress from the great American pioneering detective, J. Edgar Hoover.
Internationally, the crime fighters had finally cum together to investigate a
most singular curiosity, why most detective agencies were mostly full of fags.
As Holmes popped the cap on the fresh case of Bud, his bud popped into
Watson's mouth in a spasm so loud it almost caused a scene on the Seine.
Holmes was at the top of is form, and he was sure glad Watson was a bottom.
It was J. Edgar himself who had given Holmes the stimulating insight on how a
detective could have such stimulating insights while being given a really
stimulating blow job. Watson was not quite as good as Hoover (super-sucker
vacuum cleaners were named after him, of course), but Watson was there.
As the great sleuth's semen hit the roof of Watson's mouth, the great solution
hit Holmes. The two answers were right there between his legs.
Castration was the solution!
And when I mentioned "two" solutions, I was not making the obvious observation
that most men have two balls that should be cast off. I was observing Holmes'
great deduction that the implementation of the castration solution could be
performed by one with special qualification of profession.
Again, the specification: Dr. Watson was there!
Watson could sure Suck Cock, but damn, he was also an medical doctor. He was
trained and licensed to also be able to Cut Cock!
The Secret Service agents were authorized by Washington to perform whatever
method Holmes would prescribe. His prescription was the conscription of his
loyal friend and damn-good cock-sucker, Dr. John H. Watson.
So under the Paris moonlight, and in the courtyard next to I. M. Pei's
pyramid, Watson did not descend into the Louve, but his scalpel did descend
into 20 American scrotums.
Now the Scecret Service agents really had a secret.
Being fags, they HAD left their hearts in San Francisco, but now they were
saying good-bye to their gonads in France. Refreshingly transformed from fag
to eunuch, each agent could finally focus without constant thoughts of
fornication, the great distraction.
And the world-famous French chefs had a new delicacy. A new Julius Caesar
salad, "Gonads in Europa Est."
So, the great success of the enlightened world is due because of Watson's
great sucking of Holmes' essence.
Often it took Holmes all night and at least three cock-sucked orgasms ("a
three pipe problem" is the polite term he used to use) to make his deduction.
This solution in Paris was one of the quickest and most successful of the
Holmes-Watson collaborations. Now you know why the good guys will always have
the edge, a knife edge so to speak.
Because of Holmes' great Castration Deduction, the free world has super-sharp
agents -- because they are freed of the torment of testosterone. The bad guys
will always, ultimately, fail the test, because the evil nuts, usually, keep
their evil nuts.
Classy Bitch enjoys talking with and about eunuchs. She thanks eunuch.org for
its courage, insight, and foresight on circumsizing more than just foreskin.
She says bravo to those brave enough, those with balls enough, to sing "Bye
Bye Balls" in soprano. She'll even play the piano.
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Castration Quickie One | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | You awaken in a dungeon and meet two mysterious women, one of whom tortures and destroys your testicles | ` When you awake, you are lying on a cold stone table in a dungeon. The light
shining on you is unpleasantly intense. You notice that you are naked and that
someone has shaved off all your body hair. Your cock is half-hard and you
haven't seen it so naked since you were ten years old. `
You hear approaching footsteps and you look down between your legs to see two
women emerge from the shadows, a brunette and a blond. Both are naked except
for brief vests and high-heel boots, all made of black leather. The brunette
appears to be about 5'7" with 36D-28-36 measurements, the blonde about 5'11"
with 34DD-24-34 measurements. Instinctively you understand that the shorter,
more robust one (me) is in charge and the taller, slimmer one with bigger
boobs is some kind of assistant. In a moment we are at your sides, gazing into
your eyes.
"Who are you?" you ask. We do not answer.
Your pulse quickens and you try to rise, but something restrains you. There
are no straps but something that feels like a thousand hands holds you in
place. You can only writhe and struggle. We laugh unkindly at your
predicament. Fear creeps down your spine, and, to your frustration, raises
your dick to full mast. The effect is not lost on us. My assistant wraps her
manicured fingers around your shaft and squeezes.
"What are you going to do to me?" you ask.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I reply.
"Go ahead," I whisper to blondie, brushing my hand across her midriff.
Continuing to hold onto your dick, she drives her fist into your testicles.
You scream in agony as she begins to masturbate you and grind your balls with
her knuckles. You feel the round bones tenderizing your nuggets and the precum
dribbling from your glans like water from a leaky faucet.
"Please stop it," you gasp. "PleezOHpleeeez.”
Blondie lets up and climbs onto the table. She is looming over you. I press a
button beside your head that you hadn't noticed before, and a cold, lubricated
shaft force itself into your asshole. You feel a knob of some kind press
against your prostate, then an electric current convulses the hidden gland,
causing you to spurt your sperm in staccato bursts like a drinking fountain.
There’s no orgasm—it feels like pissing.
Blondie turns her back to you, giving you a great view of her
well-formed ass. She stands on her tiptoes and raises her heels above your
balls.
“Oh shit,” you mutter, realizing what is about to happen. “No . . .
Please,” you groan, but to no avail. Blondie brings her heels smashing down on
your cum-tender kiwis. The last thing you feel before you pass out is the
rupturing of your testicular walls.
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The Simon Compendium Updated V4.0 | BI, TESTICLES, MINOR, enemas, circumcisions, great adventures! | The latest update to <U>The Simon Compendium</U>, including information from \"<U>Simon\'s Revenge</U>\". Any glitches should be addressed to <A href=\"mailto:[email protected]\">[email protected]</A> . | `
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The Chocolate Factory | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Ever wonder where chocolate covered raisins and malted milk balls come from? Inspiration from Ezra Morro. Thank you so much and blessed be!!! | ` The chocolate factory looked just like a regular candy plant from the street
but everyone that worked there knew so much more. `
Brett saw the ad in the classified section of the daily paper.
FREE TOURS OF CHOCOLATE FACTORY. NO APPOINTMENT NEEDED
Partly out of curiosity and partly because of his love for chocolate, he got
in his car and drove to where the factory was located. He parked his car and
went inside to the front office. A fantastic looking blonde, very well endowed
in the cleavege department, looked up at him.
"may I help you?"
"I'd like to take the tour" Brett said, wondering what went on in a candy
factory.
"Oh! OK. Let me get the supervisor for you." The girl disappeared into the
office and reappeared a few minutes later with a drop dead gorgeous redhead.
"This is the supervisor Tammy." With that, Tammy took Brett by the hand and
was leading him into a meeting room where five other young men sat, apparently
also awaiting a tour.
"Ok gentlmen, you can follow me now."
Brett eagerly followed Tammy, along with the other guys, into the double doors
to the factory.
Tammy lead them along, explaining what the huge machines were and what they
did. They then came to a locked room that Tammy unlocked for them.
"This, boys, is our special room. Where extra special chocolates are made."
They followed her into the room and immediatly the door was slammed behind
them by two large Amazon looking women. Tammy turned around with an evil smile
on her face.
"This is where we make chocolate covered cherries and malted milk balls." she
said with a laugh. The men, including Brett, could not respond, for they had
been breathing not the aroma of chocolate, but a sweet smelling nerve gas.
With that, the men were stripped of their clothes and loaded onto a large
conveyor belt. They couldn't move for the nerve gas had paralized them. But
they were still fully aware of what was happening to them. Tammy pushed a
button and the conveyor started moving with a jerk. Brett noticed in front of
him there was a large claw with sharp teeth. Helplessly, he watched as the
claw opened up and clamped down on his balls. Unable to make a sound, he
screamed in his mind. The claw deposited his severed twins, ball sack and all,
into a giant vat of boiling chocolate.
Next, Brett came upon a series of blades. Just as his dinker was underneath
the blades, they came down, one right after another, and severed his dick and
diced it into little pieces. A seperate conveyor took the dick pieces into a
giant oven and closed the door as his dick roasted. Once they were completely
roasted, they exited the other side where they were coated in chocolate.
After the men were relieved of their family jewels, they were then hynotized
and told they would not remember any of this. Then they were instructed to
leave the plant.
The next day, Brett woke up dazed. That was the most fucked up dream I ever
had, he thought. He pulld the blanket off of himself and saw he had no goodies
left. Panicking, he started to pick up the phone to call the police and
noticed a box with a red ribbon around it on his nightstand. He opened it and
saw that it was a box of chocolates. on the lid there was a note.
Dear Kind Sir,
Just thought you'd like to be the first one to sample our newest candy,
chocolate covered penis pieces and chocolate covered testicles, curtesy of
you.
Enjoy!!
Tammy.
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Max is taken | TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other: forced slavery | Max plays on-line...loses his balls his cock his freedom | Max was just kidding.
he had been correponding with a Woman over the internet for almost 6
months. She started to get kind of sexual...so he played along.
One day She starting dominating him and he played along. It made
him excited.
She then was telling him how she was going to take his balls and put
them on her mantlepiece. He was getting off on all this. She asked
him would he like this and he agreed. After typing this he went
back to his bedroom and got off.
The next day as he was walking to work a van pulled up next to him
and before he knew it...he was in the back of it tied up and then
Max was tied spread eagle and a man came in the room.
"Max, My name is Master Steve though you may know me as Mistress
Roxanne.", the man said. Max was in shock but was tied and gagged
and could not move. "I am here to take the manhood that you gave to
me"
First there was a needle into his sack..then Max awoke home in bed
with no balls.
A few weeks later Max was taken again and when he awoke at home he
had no penis.
A few weeks after that he was taken and when he awoke he was a
live-in whore slave to an army batallion in South America. Max
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Cockles of His Heart | STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, EXTREME FEMDOM; SNUFF | <SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA">Gretchenĺs Fantasy ů</SPAN> | ` `
Thrown to the alligators.
Thrown into a dumpster.
Thrown down a volcano.
Then thereĺs her basic and enhanced versions of drowning ů etc.
Sheĺs run through about every deadly scenario she can dream of for the act and
disposal.
Sooner or later, Gretchen will live out her fantasy to kill a willing man.
Sheĺs gotten bored with kinky things that would shock the rest of the world ľ
maybe even the whole fucking universe for all we know.
Now, itĺs knives. Kind of a _Kill Bill_ theme. Kind of a time for her to be at
her utmost un-kind.
After all, she should get full use of each of those super sharp chefĺs cutting
tools she recently ordered from that Ronco guy on TV ľ just three easy
payments of $13.33 and now she can ôcut all day,ö according to the convincing
ad.
Just like cocks, cunts, tits and nipples, her new stainless steel cutlery came
in all shapes and sizes.
* * * * *
Most think it will be her long-time-slave, Steve. Monthly, the rich and
youngish and handsome and high-pressured LA lawyer flies east, and she flies
west from her ivy league college near Boston, meeting for extreme dom sessions
in Vegas.
Hundreds of times, heĺs begged her to drown him. Sheĺs come close, but always
(so far) she decides to revive him after their asphyxiation games.
Sheĺll find some abandoned little wedding chapel, the kind that has been
littering Vegas for decades. Like I said, like a _Kill Bill_ theme.
Sheĺs blonde like Uma, but Gretchen is much prettier. Only one flaw: she
smokes. Her sultry voice is turning to sand paper, but she doesnĺt have a lot
of time to talk because there is usually a fresh black cock parked, but
pumping, down deep through her lovely lips.
(No wonder sheĺs so tight-bodied ľ not an ounce of fat anywhere on that
usually-naked display of feminine perfection. Probably the all-protein diet of
black-cock cum.)
* * * * *
Steve will be bound naked at the altar, with one hand tied hard to his hard
cock, like a rodeo cowboy grabbing the saddle horn for the ride of his life
(or death in this case).
No gag.
* * * * *
_Sweet Screams Stevie! ů How Long Will He Scream?_
* * * * *
Sheĺll peel. Sheĺll fillet. Sheĺll dice. Sheĺll slice.
Amazingly able to concentrate through screams louder than the ass-end of an
F-15 on carrier takeoff, sheĺll slowly and carefully carve her way to her
coronary goal.
Dazed and agonized beyond belief, he's still beating his meat as he looks down
at Gretchen's naked blood-soaked beauty. Her cute little hands are dripping
crimson as Steve's little organic pump is held gently while still beating
away.
With one of those special blades that were surely made more for cock sawing
than for turkey carving, she slices off Steveĺs little organic genitals.
His last meal. His last meal is him.
She shoves his newly freed cock and balls down his hatch ľ and then shoves his
newly severed heart up her snatch.
That four-valve human vibrator keeps pulsating. Or is it the Richter-scale
tremors of her own pussy cumming and cumming and cumming?
* * * * *
_Then she must be going.
_
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Master Santino--6--Punishment | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES | Chris gets punished for breaking the rules. | ` It was a couple days later before Master Santino decided to use Chris’s
punishment as an example of how he treated those that broke the rules. In
order to be effective he needed to make it public and painful. He needed to
discourage others from even thinking about messing with him. `
It took a little time, and a lot of money to quiet daddy, but the fact that
there was a couple of more sons in the family helped matters. Basically Chris
had been sold into slavery.
On the night of the party Chris had enjoyed himself with many young men and
had bragged all night long that he was the one that had unmanned the slave and
tossed the slave’s balls into the ring. He was very proud of the fact. Toward
the end of the night he was given a goblet of the ‘best wine in the city for
the best stud’. It was laced with drugged and he awoke 24 hours later naked in
a cell.
Since then he had been treated with respect but was not told the truth. He
thought that he was just in the cell until things got straightened out. After
all he was rich, 24, and a sexual animal.
He was taken from his cells and his hands were bound behind him. He was
wondering why they had not brought his clothes but figured that they just
wanted to view his ample cock and large low hanging balls. There were four
guards that were accompanying him. As they came to a door, they stopped and
quickly gagged him. He now knew that he was in trouble.
Master Santino stood with his main dungeon master Leonard, who Santino called
Len. Len was a massive guy, a little over six feet tall but thick and
powerful. His size intimidated most of the men he came into contact with. Most
men prayed that they never came under his control as he would ground boys into
dust with his large feet. However only Master Santino knew that he was a very
intelligent man and was paid very well for his work. Today he was dressed in
black which barely held his body and with Master Santino dressed in white he
looked like evil incarnate.
The two were outside on the steps of the arena with some tools of the trade.
Word of this punishment had been spread to the city and a large number of
people were there to see the show. The door opened and Chris was led out into
the sunlight. He was led before the crowd.
“Chris, you broke the rules of THE ARENA and were warned. You then broke them
again. The rule you broke now determines your punishment. You will leave this
square a eunuch.” Chris tried to protest and struggled to get free. The gag
stilled him and the four guard had no trouble holding him.
Len moved before Chris and slowly lowered his hand to the doomed balls. He
took a cord of leather from his side and quickly tied the balls. He then
pulled the soon to be eunuch to an anvil that was placed at groin level. A
couple of quick ties and the balls were attached to the top of the anvil. Len
did not moved quickly but with a purpose. There was also no emotion. It was a
job. He went over and picked up a large sledge hammer. He moved over to the
anvil and on one end with a full swing he hit the anvil next to the balls.
CLANG. The sound echoed the square.
Master Santino ordered the gag removed and Chris started cussing, threatening,
and begging. When none of those worked he started worked he kept talking.
Master Santino ignored him and would have continued to ignore him but one
statement caught his attention. It was “If you are going to take the balls why
stop there little man.” Master Santino lifted his hand and said one word.
“Okay.”
He then turned and left the area. Len set down the hammer and pulled another
two cords from the supply on his side. With one he wrapped the cock and balls
very tightly and pulled tight. This cut off the blood flow and would prevent
Chris from bleeding to death.
The second went around the cockhead and tied down. The cock was laying on the
anvil next to the balls. Len then picked up the hammer. It was a very large
sledge hammer and Len was a master. A full two handed round house swing and
the hammerhead hit the right ball and smashed it to nothing. Several things
happened. Most men watching let their hands go to protect their own balls.
Chris screamed and fainted. A jug of water was thrown in his face to awaken
him. The guards held him so he did not fall.
But the most frightening thing is that Len smiled. It seemed the sun went out.
He then followed up with two more blows which now smashed the cock and last
ball.
Pulling a knife from its place, Len removed the remnants and then motioned the
guards to toss the eunuch down the steps. The punishment was over and Len
turned and left.
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Gymnast cut | STRAIGHT, Female circumsicision | Real story from forum. | ` Gymnast cut. `
Both my sister (actually half sister) and I are into gymnastics in a
big way. It's a center of out life and interest. My mom was into
gymnastics too when she was young. We are not quite up to O;ympic
level but just below and doint real well. A great many girl gymnasts
are cut. This is one of the best kept secretes. It is also I am told
true for figure skaters but I am not sure on that. Anyway my mother
was never cut, in her days thty didn't do that. My sister was cut
when she was fourteen. We gymnasts dvelop late with dieting and loads
of exercize and training. She didn't get her first period until
almosy foutteen and was rela flat chested too. But she masturbated a
lot and mother was worried about her spending all the extra energy on
that. Also she had big labia and her gym clothes didn't fit so good
down between her legs. So mom persuaded her to get cut. She took her
out of the country (I am not supposed to tell where but you can guess
I'm sure) and had it done in a clinic. She had anasthesia and no
pain except while healing especiall when she was peeing. They did a
complete job on her, clit, labia, the works and she thenstipped
masturbating because it was no fun. And whatever the reason, the fact
is that her marks in competition immediately went up by half point or
so. After that i wanted it done too and I got it done when I was 9.
It was in the same clinic and not pain with surgery but it hurt
quite a bit after for maybe 2 weeks especially peeing although I had
a catheter first fora few days. I think I am much prettier down
there, it's all so smooth and the clothes fit better. I am now 13 and
have normal period but of course I don't know what orgasm is like but
both mom and my sister say it's not such a big deal and in any case I
love gymnastics more than anything else.
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St Andrews Cross (Part 1) | GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, BODY MODS | Andy\'s story begins... | ` “You look good this evening Boy!” the man in the black mask laughed. `
Andy didn't dare move.
He hung there. The strange metal cross that wrapped around his arms and legs,
suspending him was a vicious device.
If he moved small sharp needles pricked his already battered body.
Andy's tormentor stood back from his victim.
The spotlight penetrated the gloom of the cellar. illuminating his victim.
His latest boy hung in his cross. The device was quite simple really. A box
that fitted around the victim's arms and held them straight out from his body
in a T shape and similar boxes that held the victim's legs out at angle.
The boxes contained rings of needles hidden in foam rubber that encompassed
the victim's limbs. If the victims stayed perfectly still he was held
uncomfortably, but relatively pain free.
If he moved the needles bit painfully into the victim's flesh. Many a boy had
learnt to respect the pain this device could bring.
He moved a stool into position and sat in front of Andy's genitals. Andy's
large circumcised cock and balls hung unfettered.
“Now boy this little device is guarenteed to give you pain and me immense
pleasure!” He said as he picked up a small metal device from the tray attached
to the stool.
“Look down PUNK!!” the man screamed at Andy, who reluctantly did as he was
told.
“Now watch what is happening!” The man said as he pulled Andy's soft dick out
from his body as far as it could go. The touch of the man's leather gloved
hand repulsed Andy. The feel of that glove always brought more pain.
The man placed a cock ring over the head of Andy's dick , pulling Andy's balls
through. A rod came straight out from the top of the ring and ran along the
upper-side of Andy's dick. To this rod were attached adjustable rings. The man
pulled again on Andy's dick, wrenching it out from Andy's body so hard that
Andy felt his cock was being pulled from his body. The man began closing the
rings, starting with one right behind Andy's cockhead, thus keeping Andy's
cock at its painful extension. Then one by one the rings were closed around
Andy's dick.
The man smiled at his victim. “Boy, this has not finished.” With that he took
a key and began tightening each of the rings. Andy screamed as each ring was
tightened until his cock was squashed into a long finger of intense pain.
“Now let’s see how those balls feel.” The man fondled Andy’s unprotected
balls.
“Very nice, but I do think they need some work don’t you?”
Andy looked down through tears from the pain pulsing through his body from his
imprisoned dick, at his doomed testicles.
“Answer me!!!” The man exclaimed.
“Yes sir.” Said Andy meekly.
The man smiled and returning to the tray of metal items attached to the stool
he ran his fingers over the series of odd shapes on the tray. The shiny metal
devices glinted in the spotlight.
Andy could barely hold back the screams, as the pain from his cock became
almost unbearable.
The man found what he wanted and picked it up. “A pleasant thing this. I am
told that the pain is long and deep with this one!” He said smiling once more
at Andy.
“Now punk, this will hurt” The man laughed!
The man fitted an extension to the cock ring that looked like a vice. He
pushed Andy’s balls in to the device and began tightening it. It was a vice, a
ball vice. Slowly, with each turn more pressure was exerted on Andy’s balls.
The pain seared into Andy’s mind, a deep dull pain that contrasted with the
sharpness of the needles and the constricting pain of the penis brace.
What more could the man do to him, Andy thought……
To be continued
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CASTRATO | GAY, TESTICLES | A singer and a poet | I do not know why my father had me castrated. There was no reason for it; out
family was not wealthy, but neither were we poor. As I grew older I learned
what it meant to be a eunuch. In the opera house I was adored, applauded,
worshiped, outside I was merely as mutilated man, a monster. The loneliness
and unhappiness of castrati is what many do not see. We could love, but who
would love us? I resigned myself to a life of loneliness. What else was there
to do but sing?
I made my professional debut when I was fifteen in an opera composed by my
beloved teacher Porpora. It was after the performance at palazzo Torella that
I met twenty-two year old Pietro Trapassi, the famous poet known as
Metastasio. There he embraced me a first called me his beloved twin. "No one
can explain the magic of Farinelli's voice capable of delighting princes,
enchanting men and making women faint!" We had much in common, and formed a
close friendship. Sometimes he would tease that our love for one another might
be considered sinful. In 1730 Metastasio went to Vienna as court poet for the
Habsburgs in Vienna.
~
On the walls portraits of public figures and the Emperor hung, along with
landscapes of Italy. The alabaster fireplace warmed us from the chill night
air. He handed me a poem to read, one that he insisted I should set to music.
"Your music to my poems are expressive, Carlo, graceful, and the legitimate
offspring of one arrived at supremacy in the art." he paused, picking up the
paper on which he had written his libretto. It spoke of the great love that
the Trojan Nisus held for Euryalus, and of how he sacrificed his own life
rather than allow his beloved friend to go alone to death. The words brought a
blush to my cheek, and I found myself looking up at Pietro, whose eye was
prepared to catch mine.
"Is that not true love?" he said in a gentle voice. "Is this not love that two
men may share?" And he bent his head toward mine.
I stammered. "I was taught that I must not embrace any man with such love."
He took my face into his hands and slowly kissed my lips again and again. I
could feel Pietro's hands on my large chest, removing my vest, untying the
lace cravat that hid my neck that had no Adam ’s apple. Before I knew it, arms
were moving, hands rubbing at exposed flesh, long fingers fumbling at buttons,
and all the while moving backwards to the rosewood bed. I kissed harder. No
thought. Just touch. My body-
I pulled away, afraid of what was happening to me. "This is impossible."
"I do not mean to make you feel inadequate."
I turned away from the man whom I loved above all other men. My body,
mutilated in the name of art, was inadequate, whether I felt it or not.
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My Greatest Mistake | My Greatest Mistake.
I was going for a walk when a young woman, about 25, 5''7", quite weak
looking,
approached. She was wearing cowboy boots and a long coat. She, for no apparant
reason
blocked my way. "Can I help you?" I asked. "On your knees Mister". "What???".
"You heard,
on your knees". "Dont be stupid. I'm a man. I'm bigger than you, and a lot
stronger than ...".
The impact of her boot smashing into my balls, stopped me short. I looked up
at her. "That's
better" she uttered as she thrust her fist into my face. She followed that by
another punch
and a winding kick into my stomach.
As I lay on my side, getting my breadth back. I felt her place a choker chain
around
my neck. As I recovered, she pulled the chain tight and she walked me to her
house on my
knees. On entering her house, she locked the door, took off my choker and
ordered me to
strip. I hesitated. She sneared and said "Come on now, remember you are bigger
and
stronger than me". We both knew what she meant. I took off my shirt, shoes,
and socks. I
looked up as I undid my trousers. She grinned. I took off my pants and stood
in front of her,
naked and very vulnerable. She opened her coat and withdrew a small cane from
an inside
pocket. She dropped her coat to the floor. She was naked except for her boots
and cane. For
the first time in my life I could compare a normal looking male, me, with a
normal looking
female and see a female that looked invincible.
"Erection, please". I was terrified. I grabbed my cock and stroked it, shook
it and
somehow got it up. Thank God I thought. She came toward me and said "Dont
loose it now".
With that she swung her cane upwards, right into my balls. My erection died
instantly. "Dont
loose it, or you'll loose your cock, Mister". Oh my God, I grabbed it again,
coaxed it
desperatley erect again, only to be caned in the balls again. This continued
for about 10
more hits before to my disbeleif my cock stayed erect despite her continued
caning.
After 40 of the best, I was totally unable to move, but my cock still stood
stiff. I lay
motionless with pain emitting from my testicles, parralising my entire body.
She mounted me
and rode me for a while. "Down" she said. My erection just fell and my cock
shrivelled to
under a inch in respect for her power.
Well, you did well Mister. You managed to pass your penis training without
losing it.
A big strong man's penis learns that it belongs to a woman. I didn't know what
she meant
until later.
For a week, I couldn't get an erection. I tried and tried. I had to go back to
her. She
was right. My penis was hers. I no longer had a penis. It obeyed her every
command, verbal,
finger motions, even smiles. She is very open. She has said that if I ask her
to cut my cock
and balls off then she will. She likes to laugh about it every now and again.
But until that time
I can at least enjoy a little pleasure from the warm feeling between my legs
when her penis is
erect.
On my tenth visit, she decided to take me for a walk. She placed a collar
around my
neck. She then grabbed my balls and pushed them tight into one end of my
scrotum and tied
them in position with a ribbon. She then tied the ribbon to a lead and off we
went. I was
naked and on all fours being lead by my balls, through the streets. I could
feel my balls being
lifted up into the air from between my legs. We went through the grounds of an
old folks
home. We came across 2 elderely ladies chatting. "oooh, you youngsters, your
so much
more adventurous than we were." "You ladies, must have put up with alot of
crap from men"
my mistress responded. "You could say that". "See his balls, give them a good
kick, go on".
The first old lady kicked me so hard I collapsed in the mud. The second one
turned me over
and stamped down on my balls and then my cock. "Oh, thank-you deary - that was
great". My
Mistress whisperred something to them and they giggled. I was rolling in agony
on the floor.
It was time to fight the pain and go. She was pulling me along by my balls. I
was struggling to
keep up. We got back in the house and I collapsed on the kitchen floor. I
awoke to the
realisation that I was being hoisted up the wall by my ankles. When I was
finally hanging in
free air she attached a noose to my genitals. She said "Just ask and I will
cut you down".
With that she released the ropes from my ankles. "Oh my god" I screamed. The
pain was
unbareable. Without thinking I shouted cut me down. With that phrase
resounding around the
kitchen, she took her carving knife and cut me down. The pain from my genitals
stopped and
I landed on the floor. I looked up to see my Mistress with a big grin and in
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His and Hers Castration Cuisine | TESTICLES, Fine Dining | The high seas provide highly-erotic delights... | They met on a Club Dead cruise.
They weren't no Jerry Garcia fans. Club Dead cruises are not for Dead Heads,
but for those who fascinate about Dead Dickheads, and other necro-genital
fetishes.
The cruises always head into international waters, Earth's fascinating last
frontier with virtually no rules. No rules against no balls, no rules against
no dick, no rules against gloriously accepting the temptation of the
castration fascination.
Club Dead is a no-clothes no-time club -- so there actually is one strict
rule. No nude, no go.
You should have seen all those tanned bodies on deck in the care-free
Carribean sunshine. All those cocks and all those balls. Not!
The ball-less have a ball strutting their stuff, or at least showing off where
their stuff used to be. The penis-less are the Kings of Strut (or Queens,
depending on their preference of the moment).
But, the club is not restricted to those who lost their balls and/or cock. It
is also open to those who never had no cock or no balls (also known as women),
if they are supportive of those with, or in the process of, male genital
reduction.
Furthermore, the men in the club do not have to have lost anything. Yet.
It is a sure bet that if anyone has anything left to lose, they will leave it
behind when they go home. The attraction of the castration fascination is just
too damn fun. Even when the seas are choppy, there is usually a whole lot of
choppin' goin' on.
Especially about an hour before the dinner bell rings.
No one ever has to ask, because the bell does toll for parts of he. His parts
are on the menu.
The sun may rise tomorrow, but the sun is becoming more of an be an exclusive
riser. With many new eunuchs being made for meals, there will be no more "also
rising" for them.
Such wonderful meals! -- as most of us already know, having had the pleasure
of eating all or part of our own cock/ball combos at one time or another. More
than anyone, we can appreciate the gastric delights at the Club Dead dinners.
She was hungry. He was hungry.
They were both mesmerized by the fresh catch of crabby lobsters snapping
around in the elegant dining room's acquarium. We've all seen lobster
acquariums at restaurants, but I would guess that most have not seen a lobster
tank quite like this one.
Like ships, the lobster tank has portals. Portals for men with parts left to
shove those parts right in for Crustacean CBT.
You would have thought those snappy lobsters, instead of the mostly-homo
homosapiens, were the hungry ones. A bare hard cock barely had time to get
hard when a lobster, or two or three or thirty, would clamp a claw around it.
Their eyes met through the riled-up waters. They were both bent down to get a
better look at a 12-inch cock with a dozen lobster claws clenched damn-hard on
the hard-on. They were both equally excited by the scene.
But for somewhat different reasons.
The visual stimulation was similarly erotic for both he and she. But he also
enjoyed a tactile stimulation, because it was his 12-inch cock being tightly-
squeezed by the 12 red organic vicegrips.
She moved around the tank to talk. Small talk about his big cock.
"Nice cock ya got there," she said to break the ice. "I wish those lobsters
would break his balls," she thought to herself at the same time.
"Thank you. Too bad you don't have a cock, because this feeling is fucking
unbelievable."
"It does look like fun. And it is so erotic and mouth-watering, it makes my
nipples extra long and extra hard."
Just as she spoke the words, she thought, "Why not? Let's see if a lobster can
take a nip or two at my nipples." She pressed her large tits into the two
portals next to her new 12-inch friend, who she was finding as attractive as
the lobsters obviously did.
He looked good enough to eat, she thought. And she hoped.
"Ready to dine?" he asked.
"Just let me have about twenty more lobsters squeeze the shit out my nipples,
and I'll be ready to eat something, that's for sure."
Although dark, they decided an on-deck torch-lit picnic would provide the
perfect ambiance for their first date. They brought a bunch of lobsters with
them.
She laughed to herself as they spread the blanket and arranged things for
dinner. What amused her was the irony that she hated "clingy" men, and here
she was with 12 lobsters still clinging to her new man's 12-inch member. But
fair is fair she thought, because she herself still had two lobsters gripping
each nipple.
The scene was funny, but also damn erotic. Try walking around acting casual
with several lobsters clamping down on something sensitive. It puts one in a
pretty damn good mood.
The portable pot of boiling water should have had the lobsters snapping out of
their damn good mood, because they were about to be part of the damn good
meal. Just for fun, he dipped his 12 clinging lobsters into the cauldron of
death while they were still clinging to his 12 inches. She did likewise with
the four on her two tits.
Although their death was nearly in an instant, in that instant the lobsters
gave the best squeeze of their lives. Another thing you really have to try
sometime, such an ultimate turn-on.
As the lobsters released their grip and released their last breath, she turned
to him. "I'd say we boil your cock right now too," she mused, "but we'll wait
until the claw marks heal a bit. How about boiling your beautiful balls?"
"That's why I am here. That's why they are here," was his eager response.
She noticed that he had begun the preparation for his ball departation many
hours ago. How fortunate. The elastrator band had almost finished its job just
in time for the main course.
Puffed up like a puff fish, his balls were ready, ready, ready. Steady,
steady, steady as he leaned over the lobster pot and eased his scrotum through
the steam portal. Perfect fit. Both his balls and the steam were trapped with
the simmering lobsters.
She lovingly sucked his clawed-up cock as his balls cooked up. "Mind if I
start with an apetizer?" she teased.
No man refuses a blow job (but then again, some men on welfare refuse all
jobs).
The last load of his life popped into her mouth just as the pop-off valve
released on the lobster pot. Steam whistled out to signal their meal was
ready. She tried to whistle her approval, but it is hard to whistle with a
mouth full of boiling semen. Find a willing sea man and try it some time.
They ate his balls first. He just laid back and let her carve right into them.
Oh, the delicious aroma as she sliced the scrotum and the puff of tasty testes
filled the air.
When you have a romantic dinner like this, you can appreciate the divine
reason why men have two balls. He ate, she ate. The division was equal, and
the taste was especially divine.
They mixed a little lobster meat in with the large man meat, both agreeing in
sensuous silence that this was the best meal they ever had. She deciding in
continued silence that she would provide dessert.
With the lobster pot still steaming, she pulled her large breasts together and
inserted both nipples into the steam vent. Another perfect fit. Now there was
a woman who can cook, and be cooked.
Tits steamed to perfection, he produced his handy elastrator and placed the
proper size bands around her boob tips.
Her turn to lay back.
Sip, sip on the champagne. Then snip, snip and her two tips top off the pefect
meal.
Classy Bitch is a cocky (but happily cock-less) cook herself.
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My great mistake | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | dont make the same mistake twice - if you can | My Greatest Mistake.
I was going for a walk when a young woman, about 25, 5''7",
quite weak looking, approached. She was wearing cowboy boots and a
long coat. She, for no apparant reason blocked my way. "Can I help
you?" I asked. "On your knees Mister". "What???". "You heard, on your
knees". "Dont be stupid. I'm a man. I'm bigger than you, and a lot
stronger than ...". The impact of her boot smashing into my balls,
stopped me short. I looked up at her. "That's better" she uttered as
she thrust her fist into my face. She followed that by another punch
and a winding kick into my stomach.
As I lay on my side, getting my breadth back. I felt her
place a choker chain around my neck. As I recovered, she pulled the
chain tight and she walked me to her house on my knees. On entering
her house, she locked the door, took off my choker and ordered me to
strip. I hesitated. She sneared and said "Come on now, remember you
are bigger and stronger than me". We both knew what she meant. I
took off my shirt, shoes, and socks. I looked up as I undid my
trousers. She grinned. I took off my pants and stood in front of her,
naked and very vulnerable. She opened her coat and withdrew a small
cane from an inside pocket. She dropped her coat to the floor. She
was naked except for her boots and cane. For the first time in my
life I could compare a normal looking male, me, with a normal looking
female and see a female that looked invincible.
"Erection, please". I was terrified. I grabbed my cock and
stroked it, shook it and somehow got it up. Thank God I thought. She
came toward me and said "Dont loose it now". With that she swung her
cane upwards, right into my balls. My erection died instantly. "Dont
loose it, or you'll loose your cock, Mister". Oh my God, I grabbed it
again, coaxed it desperatley erect again, only to be caned in the
balls again. This continued for about 10 more hits before to my
disbeleif my cock stayed erect despite her continued caning.
After 40 of the best, I was totally unable to move, but my
cock still stood stiff. I lay motionless with pain emitting from my
testicles, parralising my entire body. She mounted me and rode me for
a while. "Down" she said. My erection just fell and my cock
shrivelled to under a inch in respect for her power.
Well, you did well Mister. You managed to pass your penis
training without losing it. A big strong man's penis learns that it
belongs to a woman. I didn't know what she meant until later.
For a week, I couldn't get an erection. I tried and tried. I
had to go back to her. She was right. My penis was hers. I no longer
had a penis. It obeyed her every command, verbal, finger motions,
even smiles. She is very open. She has said that if I ask her to cut
my cock and balls off then she will. She likes to laugh about it
every now and again. But until that time I can at least enjoy a
little pleasure from the warm feeling between my legs when her penis
is erect.
On my tenth visit, she decided to take me for a walk. She
placed a collar around my neck. She then grabbed my balls and pushed
them tight into one end of my scrotum and tied them in position with
a ribbon. She then tied the ribbon to a lead and off we went. I was
naked and on all fours being lead by my balls, through the streets. I
could feel my balls being lifted up into the air from between my
legs. We went through the grounds of an old folks home. We came
across 2 elderely ladies chatting. "oooh, you youngsters, your so
much more adventurous than we were." "You ladies, must have put up
with alot of crap from men" my mistress responded. "You could say
that". "See his balls, give them a good kick, go on". The first old
lady kicked me so hard I collapsed in the mud. The second one turned
me over and stamped down on my balls and then my cock. "Oh, thank-you
deary - that was great". My Mistress whisperred something to them and
they giggled. I was rolling in agony on the floor. It was time to
fight the pain and go. She was pulling me along by my balls. I was
struggling to keep up. We got back in the house and I collapsed on
the kitchen floor. I awoke to the realisation that I was being
hoisted up the wall by my ankles. When I was finally hanging in free
air she attached a noose to my genitals. She said "Just ask and I
will cut you down". With that she released the ropes from my ankles.
"Oh my god" I screamed. The pain was unbareable. Without thinking I
shouted cut me down. With that phrase resounding around the kitchen,
she took her carving knife and cut me down. The pain from my genitals
stopped and I landed on the floor. I looked up to see my Mistress
with a big grin and in her hands she was holding my genitals. "Your
free to go now" she said.
That was the last I saw of her and my genitals. The other day
I was walking past the old folks home when the 2 old ladies
approached. They said "Excuse me, sonny, but the lady you were with.
Did she chop it off. Your meat and veg". "I'm afraid so" I replied.
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I love to streak. There was a place near by where lots of kids
went to streak. It was like a big wide hiking trail. I went
there to try it. I stripped in a remote part of the trail
and hid in the brush. A few people hiked by but were not
"right" so I let them pass by. After 45 minutes or so, a
drop dead beautiful woman came hiking down the trail. She
looked to be in her 50's but she had a body that wouldn't
quit. She had on hiking boots, short shorts, and a braless
strapped tshirt. Her mellons were big and ripe. They hung down
a little low because of her age but were still great. They
bounced and jiggled as she walked. She had long bleach blonde
hair. My uncircumcised 7 inch long cock popped up to full
erection. She was the one to streak! I could feel the cool air
on my shaved ballsack as I began my streak. I ran down the
trail with my rock hard cock flopping back and forth against
my legs. By balls bounced even more than her tits. She looked
at me and glanced down at my bare package which only made me
hornier. She kept walking at the same speed. I ran by her in
all my naked glory. I looked back to see her looking back at
me. I turned and streaked towards her again. Just as I got
to her, she stuck out her foot and I tripped. I fell flat on
my face just past her. My legs were spread like a V. She
stepped in between them and gave a hard kick with the toe of
her boot right on both my bare testicles. With a loud grunt, I
let out every drop of air I had. I felt like she had kicked
my testicles into my mouth. I doubled over and held myself. I
did this so fast, my legs were past my cock and balls. My legs
squeezed togeather leaving my penis and testicles out in the
open. I gasped and gasped for air. This woman put the flat
part of the bottom of her hiking boot right on my ballsack and
began to push down. The pain was almost too much to stand. She
said "how do you like those apples, natureboy?".She let up
and then stepped down again. I let out a grunt with every
step. She pulled her foot off then stompped down on my nuts,
hard. The woman stepped back and gave my balls another kick
with the toe of her boot. I don't know how I did it but I
was able to get enough air to squeek out "please stop". She
said OK natureboy. Had enough?" I squeeked out "yes". She
went on her way. I stayed there on the ground for 20 minutes.
I was able to move so I crawled off to the woods and hid.
Quite a few people hiked by before I was able to make my way
bact to my clothes and get home. I almost lost my little
boys. She had busted my balls bad. I ended up having to get
medical help. It took me 3 months to get over my bust. My ass
was kicked bad by a 50 year old
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It's Your Choice | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | Boys learn that crime doen\'t pay. | ` John Carter silently crept through the brush along the creek that bisected
his farm. His destination was a small shed, sometimes used for hay and
machinery storage into which he had observed two kids entering a half hour
ago. `
His property was posted against tresspassing and hunting, but his last visit
to the shed had revealed some cigarette butts, beer cans, and a oddly stained
porno magazine. He suspected that the kids were the two who, along with their
families, had recently moved to a nearby mobile home park. The community had
been a safeand quiet place to live until then, but he had his tires slashed,
Fred Jackson's bird dog had been mutilated just last week, and Oscar Jones'
chicken house had mysteriously caught fire.
He smelled cigarette smoke as he approached the shed and the two adolescents'
conversation drew him, like a magnet, to spy on them instead of just running
them off. A broken siding board provided him with a view to the activities.
Two boys, both about thirteen, were naked. One was lying on his back with his
legs apart fondling himself, and the other, with his back towards John, was
kneeling in front of him.
"I don't want to do it!" the kneeling boy said.
"You have to." his companion replied. " We had a Bet. You said that I didn't
have the guts to cut that dog's nuts off. I did and this is your payback for
losing the bet."
"I didn't ask you to suck me after I torched that chucken house." the kneeling
boy stated.
"That wasn't a bet, but a dare, and there is a difference. Besides, if you
suck me I'll suck you."
That seemed to settle the matter and the kneeling boy bent forward and opened
his mouth. John Carter extracted the slingshot he carried to keep varmits out
of his garden and let a missile fly, nailing the kneeling boy sqarely in his
dangling balls.
The boy let out a choking gasp and rolled into a ball, while his companion
screamed and grabbed his beeding bitten cock.
John, who had been a rodeo cowboy fifty years ago, quickly bulldogged the
boys, bound their hads behind them with some discarded baling twine, sat them
down, and used more of the twine to secure them by their necks to a stall
divider post. He then rummaged around in a toolbox and returned with two hose
clamps, a pair of pliers, and a six foot length of light chain.
"You little bastards are about to get just what you deserve." he lectured."And
this won't hurt me nearly as much as it will you."
He then opened a hose clamp passes it through a link of the chain, kicked one
boy's legs apart, grabbed him by the nuts, and tightened the hose clamp
securely around the screaming boy's scrotum. The free end of the chain was
then fed through a gate rail hole in the post and the process was repeated on
the other vandal. He finished his work by folding the end of each hose clamp
over and jamming the threads of the screws to make removal impossible without
cutting the steel clamps or severing what they secured.
He then stepped back, surveyed his work, threw the pliers into the far corner
and called Fre Jackson on his cell phone.
"I caught the little cocksuckers who nutted your Labrador and burned Oscar's
chickenhouse. If anyone asks, just say I was with you two playing cards all
morning. See you later."
He then went to the boy'd clothes and returned with their cigarettes and a
pocketknife. He cut the twine that secured their hands and necks, helped them
to their feet, and wedged the knife into the post within their reach. He then
lit a cigarette, coughed, and tossed it into a pile of loose in the corner.
"These things are hazardous to your health. You should qiut them." he said as
a wisp of smoke rose from the straw. "Ther's only onr way to free yourselves
before this place burns. Both of you die or live, and one gets to keep his
nuts. It's your choice. I'll ley you decide which way it's going to be." he
said as he stolled out of the shed and headed for Fred's place and a cold
beer.
That's all, folks
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Moonlight Feasting -- Part One | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A willing man offers his manhood for sacrifice to the Female Moon Goddess Selene...seeking her favor and magic gifts. The setting is a coven of women under a full Moon.He is offered up by the High Priestess Tiffany for harvesting. | Moonlight Feasting -- Part One, by Aethean
Disclaimer: For Adults Only and only for areas such depictions are
legal. Totally fiction and fantasy and for recreational reading
only. Not intended to
promote or sanction such activity in real life.
If torture, cannibalism, and explicit erotica offend you...do not
read this. Please do not repost but by doing so you assume complete
and full liability and
responsibility for doing so. This story is free and has some
redeeming social values...SUCH AS FREEDOM OF RELIGION.
---------------------------------
Bound and helpless I am tied by wrists and ankles to the rigid frame
of oak.
The full Moon is overhead and casts shadows
upon the ground. The Moon the symbol of female power and magic.
In my nakedness I tremble, but
not from the cool night air.
Figures move in the moonlight --
unmistakedly naked female forms in the night.
The smell of aroused sex is
in the air.
Voices, their words not audible, speak and
whisper around me...Excited female sounds.
My manhood as if sensing it's destiny
extends like a sword of flesh from my
groin...foreskin retracts to expose the head.
My scrotum hangs low and heavy with the
succulent male eggs within.
One by one and two by twos the
female shapes come close.
Soft fingers...some bold and some shy
touch and feel the offering.
I see dark hair, like a waterfall, cover my
belly...
and I cry out as velvet lips kiss and move
over me.
The intense pleasure is interrupted by the cold night air as the first
woman pulls back... and another kneels to taste me.
Each mouth is distinct...some very gentle and others very cruel.
I shudder when I feel my balls swallowed whole...and the threat of
female teeth makes me sweat with anxiety.
A short, thin woman takes my
load...choking and trying to swallow every drop. Another pushes her
aside to lick my throbbing meat clean.
I am enclosed by the bodies of naked, wanton women, some are moaning and
touching themselves...each other.
All of them compete to take their turn
at kissing and sucking the meat...nibbling and teasing with sharp cruel
teeth.
This must be some very intense wet dream...one I have wished for
for all of my life, but never had with such reality.
My penis tingles
and spasms and my balls churn with pressure as the females center their
attentions on them.
My whole conciousness is centered on my manhood...on
the needful women...and what I consentually offered myself to them for.
Pain and pleasure become as one...and I cannot stop either...I am tied
and helpless.
Suddenly in the distance I see a tall beautiful Goddess-like woman, wearing a mask.
Tiffany stands by the fire holding a large knife in her hand!
----------------------------------------------------------
Please finish this Tiffany...you are as my Goddess and you tell me what
happens to me. Tell me what I would feel and experience at your
Moonlight feast. Let your words make my fantasy come alive...an alive
dream for me.
================End of Part One==================
Do not repost please. © | {
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Indian Eunuch (True) The final blow. | TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other: Eunuch of India | A story cut from The Metropolitan Newspaper about an Indian getting Castrated against his will. | The final blow to my manhood
My name is Shabnam and I am a eunuch. I was not born so...well,
this story is about how a young man called Aslam was turned into
Shabnam overnight...through a barbaric operation. The deep gash of
a knife that you see on my face is a recent one. I got it a few
days back in a scuffle at the Old Delhi Railway.
One customer, a very tall young man, tried to run away by not
paying me after we had sex behind the public urinals. I was soon
overpowered by him, though I myself am quite strong. Luckily, a
cop, who is also my “admirer”, came to my rescue. As I stood before
the mirror at home that night, attending to the bleeding cut in my
left cheek with an anti-septic cream, I was suddenly filled with a
twinge of pity for myself. Where has Fate brought me? I almost wept
as I looked at my pathetic, painted face, kohl-lined eyelashes,
balls of wool in my kameez and a woman’s dress with a red dupatta,
hanging about me as if on a dressmaker’s mannequin.
Contrast this with my image of only three years ago, to which the
mirror hanging in my old Seelampuri one-room flat has been witness.
I was a handsome young man of 27, clean-shaven and always dressed
simply in a white shirt and black trousers ( my favourite), in
which I would sit for hours at the sewing-machine. I was a tailor
in Moradabad. Since it was an old, shabby quarter where I had my
little shop perched atop a hair-dresser’s, with whom I shared a
common stairway, all sorts of customers frequented my shop. Among
them were a group of hijras who came almost every night, since I
was soon hooked on grass and other drugs of which they always had a
good supply. As time went by, I didn’t mind even being paid in
drugs for the clothes I (or, rather my assistant) sewed for them.
And, they in turn, used my shop, after closing time, as a
convenient joint for their drunken get-togethers.
Little did I suspect how cunningly the clap-trap had laid for me.
And I, the fool I was, myself walked into it. On a pretext, they
took me one evening to the outskirts of the city, for a “drinking
session”, persuaded by one elderly hijra ( addressed by others as
guru of their dham), where they kept me confined in an old,
deserted house, feeding me on opium and milk for three days (a
ritual they judiciously follow before the main ceremony).
Then came the night that ruined my life. Under a full moon, dozens
of colourfully dressed hijras had gathered with dhol-beaters. In a
state of drunken stupor, I was brought to a raised mound of earth,
and even though I was half-conscious the terror alerted me and I
vividly remember the pounding of the drums and the mad, frenzy of
the dancing hijras, as they celebrated another addition (myself) to
their grotesque world. A quack had been hired (for Rs 5,000, I
found later on) to deal the final blow on my manhood with a
doctor’s blade. It all happened in a flash of a knife. As per the
ritual, I was left to bleed through the night, with some elderly
hijras having applied a paste of katha and some herbs as antiseptic
on my wounds.
Well, the rest is imaginable. There are certain injunctions we must
follow. We must shave every day, make up our faces heavily to hide
any trace of stubble, practice obscene pelvic thrusts, learn the
lewd, rhythmic dialect of the hijras and obscene parodies of
popular film songs and be ready to tear a throat or lift a
child...for ransom.” (The conversation was interrupted on the
roadside, near the Old Delhi Railway Station, as a car glided to a
halt, and the man inside beckoned to Shabnam to hop in. And that
was the last this writer saw of Shabnam, a victim of such strange
twist of fate!)
(As told to Pankaj Tuli) | {
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Fish Food | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | Kid brother mistakenly thinks he's doing his 16 year old brother a favor by cutting off his dick. | So, me and my buddy were sitting in my room, talking about this and
that. It was rather late, and we had just come back from a bar. We
were a bit drunk. And our conversation takes a turn towards the
fantasy side. My buddy tells me all about how his greatest fantasy
would be to a long s and m session with a Playboy centerfold, with
emphasis on cock torture. He asked me what mine was, and I told him
that I have always fantasized about a woman cutting my dick off. I
always thought that having my manhood chopped off me would be a
totally sensual experience, although I could never go through with
it. I love my penis too much. And I’m quite proud of it, it’s a
very attractive penis if I do say so myself. It’s around 8" fully
erect, and quite thick.
Well, unbeknownst to me at the time, my seven year old brother had
been listening in on us. Even if I had known, I would have thought
nothing of it. (I can tell you already know where this one is
going). What I also didn’t know was that my brother was getting
curious about the thought of my penis. Having not had sex ed yet,
he had never seen a full sized penis yet.
Later that week, I was sleeping peacefully, when I could feel
something tugging on my boxers. Next thing I feel is them around my
knees, and something touching my penis. I lifted my head ever so
slightly, and peeked a look. There, sitting on my bed, holding my
cock, was my little brother. I decided to pretend like I was
asleep. This was a very strange and odd experience, and I didn’t
want him to know I was awake. He was examining my penis with
interest. He held it, grabbed it, pinched it, and just generally
looked it over. I wasn’t really finding any of this erotic, so I
wasn’t getting an erection. I was more concerned about how I should
handle this issue. He eventually stopped and left the room. I
decided not to say anything about it. It was probably just a one
time thing.
A few nights latter, the same feeling began. My boxers were pulled
down to my knees. My brother was back. This time he began playing
with my dick, pulling on it, rolling it around in his hands. I got
a hard on from all this attention. My brother panicked. He pulled
up my boxers and left the room. I decided that maybe I should have
a talk with him about this.
I asked him the next day if he had been in my room at all. He said
he had, which took me back. I wasn’t expecting this kind of
honesty. Should have known better though. I asked what he had been
doing. He claimed that he just snuck in to look at the aquarium. It
was a good lie, surprisingly. He was always in my room looking at
the three piranhas I kept in my fish tank. I just had them because
they impressed my girlfriend. Occasionally I let my brother feed
them some raw meat, which they would devour quickly. He loved that.
So, I pressed the issue no further. I decided to leave it alone for
now.
A few nights latter he was back. He began to play with my penis
again. Once again, I got an erection. But this time he didn’t stop.
He kept on pulling at it, feeling the hard 8". He pulled on it, for
what ever reason. I could feel an orgasm building within me. I
tried to hold back my ejaculation, but I couldn’t hold out. I let
lose huge spurts of cum. I was spent in about eight bursts. My
brother panicked again. He just ran out of the room. This time, I
was going to have a talk to him about this. This was getting
stranger.
Fortunately, he came to me the next night. He seemed to be on the
verge of crying. I asked him what was wrong. He told me about his
sneaking into my room and looking at my penis. I decided to go
along with the not noticing ploy. He told me that he was really
sorry for the horrible thing he did last night. I asked him what
this was. He told me that he broke my penis, so I asked him how he
did this. He told me about the strange white fluid that came out of
me. For the next hour I explained to him all about the male
anatomy, and sex education in general. He seemed much relieved.
That seemed to put and end to his night time visits.
A month later, my life had taken a downward turn. I broke up with
my girlfriend, was informed I was failing a class, and me and my
best friend were having a huge fight. And to top it off, my
childhood friend, who now lived out west had committed suicide.
Suffice to say, I was really depressed. I was now constantly
moping around the house, eating less, and doing almost nothing. My
little brother kept trying to cheer me up, but I told him there was
very few things that could cheer me up now.
My parents left for a weekend and I was to baby-sit my brother for
four days. I was still very depressed and moping around. Now, for
whatever reason, my little brother remembered the conversation me
and my friend had a month ago. This, from the kid who couldn’t
remember his own address half the time.
That night, when I was asleep, my brother crept into the kitchen
and got out our fathers special butcher knife. For whatever reason,
my dad kept this particular knife razor sharp. It could cut through
two frozen T-bone steaks, bone included, and still perfectly slice
a tomato. So my little brother crept into my room with the knife. I
was sleeping nude that night, because it was a particularly hot
night. He sat between my legs and shook my thigh.
"Psst!" he said. "I found a way to make you happy! I remember you
saying this a while ago." I woke up and looked at him confused.
"What?" I asked, not clueing in to what was going on. My brother
grabbed my penis and said "This is for you!" Then he took the knife
and sliced though my cock. He got it right at the base. There was a
sudden jolt of extreme pain. I forced my self to ignore it the best
I could. Blood began to pour out of the stump. I screamed, loud. My
brother panicked. The next minute seemed almost surreal, like I bad
dream I couldn’t wake up from.
My brother panicked, dropping the knife and jumping off the bed.
The knife sliced across my mangled groin, slicing into the bottom
of my sac. In fact, it sliced off the bottom of my sac, missing my
balls thankfully. As my brother jumped off my bed, he let go of my
severed penis. It flew across the room and landed smack into the
aquarium. Time seemed to freeze then. All I could see was that
aquarium. My penis bobbed for a second on the top of the water.
Then it bagman to sink. It didn’t take long for the piranhas to
pick up the blood in the water. I watched in horror as they tore
into my penis. They ripped into the flesh of it, then quickly
through it. They started at the bottom (thankfully). I couldn’t
believe it, my dick was now fish food.
My brother quickly reached into the aquarium and pulled it out. By
the time he did, it was half gone, and the bottom was badly
mangled. One of the piranhas had managed to take a bite out of the
tip of the head. It looked more like a chewed piece of meat than my
handsome penis.
For whatever reason, part of me found this all highly erotic. I
felt what was left of my penis become erect and I came. The cum
flew out of the hole in my groin. It mixed with blood and was a
dark pink colour. Then more pain hit me. I looked down, only to see
my sac had shrunk back towards my groin, but my testicles were now
hanging out in the open air.
I don’t remember exactly the rest of the night, because I finally
went into shock. I remember driving myself and my brother to the
hospital. I fed the doctors some bullshit story about an accident
in the kitchen. They partially bought it, but didn’t press for the
truth. With a bit of creative surgery, they were able to reattach
my penis and fix my sac. There was apparently no damage to my
testicles. My penis is now only 4" erect, four and a half inches on
a good day. And the head is no longer a nice rounded point, but is
now flat across the tip. I’m not too upset. Better than having no
penis at all, and I still have sex frequently with my new
girlfriend. There are days when I wish that I had lost it all,
instead of just having half of what I had. Oh well.
It’s been about eight years since it happened. Me and my girlfriend
are getting married soon. My brother, now 16, the age I was when
all this happened, has just come out of the closet. He recently
told me about his decision to admit that he’s gay, and is going to
tell my parents soon. I have a feeling in a way that his
experiences with my penis may have played some roll in it. As for
me, I told my fiancee about my feelings about my cock. We’ve
decided that maybe after we have a few kids we’ll go through with
it and cut my genitals off. We’re both rather excited about that.
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Slippery Fun (gay, nullification, short) | Imagine two beautiful men in all their muscular glory. Each dives into the
opposite end of a shimmering swimming pool. Each is completely naked and
completely without body hair. Each has been completely nullified, with only
the small piss hole above the ass crack to indicate they are anything other
than gorgeous Ken dolls.
The two men meet in the center of the pool, diacover that they are both smooth
creatures with no dangling genitals to break the smooth rush of the water as
it breaks over their magnificent muscles. They meet, embrace and as one , dive
into each others crotches to savor the sweetness of the smooth skin above and
below the tiny pisshole. As their tongues work toward the crack of their
asses, which are the only breaks in their smooth manly roundness, the moaning
of pleasure, as their hidden prostates erupt and the milky sliver of seminal
fluid ropes upward from their pissholes through the murky water. They climb
out of the pool, locked in each others arms, their smooth crotches rubbing
against each other ingniting new fire in their loins. Lovers united in their
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Jon's Story 2. Preparation. | GAY | The gay teenager prepares to submit himself to the slave trader. | ` JON'S STORY: 2 THE PREPARATION `
AS the train lumbered on through the dull suburbs, Jon thought about what was
ahead of him. He sat in the train and the inevitable hard came on. It was so
simple. After all these years of fantasy, his enslavement was a real prospect.
He could get out of his life in a couple of days and be a slave!
When he finally got home he stripped off and inspected his fine young body in
the mirror. He then lay back on his bed and jerked off. He then reflected on
what had happened.
. In the last few hours, he had been eyed up, touched up, prodded like a piece
of meat. He realised that in the last two years he had avoided being naked in
front of other people. He had always been ashamed of his small genitals; even
pissing in a urinal was an ordeal. Now, his naked body had been appreciated;
he looked again in the mirror with a new confidence. The man had called him
'good looking' and had made approving noises. He couldn't remember the last
time he was complimented like that. His body was to be modified, displayed and
used. . He could only look forward to his new life: he was to be a eunuch and
a slave.
The slave trader was back in his premises and was saying to the assistant that
the boy was to be expected in a fortnight and that he should be processed as
quickly as possible. He had observed that the boys genitals were small and
underdeveloped for his age, he was fair and had virtually no body hair;
puberty had come late to the boy. Cut him soon and we can stop his beard. He
will fetch a high price once he is gelded. If he doesn't come back in the next
month we must find him. The assistant said "Why did you let him go?", but the
slave trader knew that there were already problems with his business.
He was on the 2-00pm to 10-00pm shift the next day, and the free morning would
give him time to terminate his affairs. He looked around the room at his
meagre possessions, which would be easy to get rid of. Next morning he gave a
week's notice to the land lord, telling him that he was going up north for a
couple of years. The landlord was pleased and offered him a few pounds for
bits of furniture. He did ask if he could be out in three days, though as he
had a tenant waiting for the room. He also offered to settle the phone bill
with the rent that had been paid in advance. The youth had printed out a
series of forwarding address labels to a totally fictional address in a
northern town and asked the landlord to send letters on for the first few
weeks, but then destroy them..
Next, he went to the bank, and closed this account. He did have a few smaller
possessions, some of which he gave to a charity shop and some he threw away.
He took his computer to a skip down the street and threw it in, having deleted
most files. He went through his papers and did find a passport that had last
been used particularly disastrous school trip to Bulgaria two years ago and
also at the last minute saved his exam certificates and put them in his
passport..
He went to the supermarket well before the shift started and gave in his
resignation. The manager tried to persuade him to stay, but after some
discussion, it was decided that he could leave in two days time.
After three days, he got rid of most of his possessions, and only carried a
suitcase of clothes, and an envelope with a few pounds from his job and his
passport.
He gave his key to the landlord and walked away from his life. He booked into
a cheap hotel and slept his last night as a free man. As he dressed and
washed, he had one last look at his naked body in a mirror and reflected on
his situation. "I can still get out of this." he thought. But he knew that he
wanted slavery and he couldn't wait to surrender himself. He left the hotel
and walked along the streets. He soon found a skip and he dumped his case in
that. On a cold November day the youth was clad in jeans and a tee shirt. He
shivered in the cold wind.
He then travelled across the city and found the address; it was a very
secluded entrance up a small alley. Already apprehensive, he knocked on the
door, and nothing happened. He knocked again and still no reply. It suddenly
dawned on him that the slave trader had talked about a fortnight, not three
days. It was lunchtime, and as he still had some money, he went to a nearby
pub and tried to phone the number. There was no reply. He had a sandwich and a
coke in the pub, and decided to try once more.
It was very cold now and he went back to the house and knocked again. He
waited and heard movements inside. The door opened and a dark man peer out at
him. He abruptly asked what his business was. He said that he had been told to
come to this address and showed the man the card. The man took it away, looked
at it and told the youth to come back in 10 minutes.
Jon miserably walked round the block, then hung around. He was shivering in
the cold and he realised that he had no where to go. What had he done to his
life? Supposing this was all a cruel joke. He had a few pounds in an envelope
with his passport, but that would not pay for a night's sleep. If he didn't
get an answer he would have to sleep on the streets.
He knocked again and the door opened.
"You had better come in. "
He closed the door behind him. He was standing in a dingy lobby
"What is your name?"
"Jon."
The old man looked at him carefully, taking in the contours of his shivering
body, only protected by a tee shirt and a pair of jeans.
"Stay there."
The old man disappeared down the passage, leaving Jon standing by the door. He
was aware of a telephone conversation deep in the interior of the house. He
could still escape, but it was bitterly cold outside and would be dark soon.
"You have come here too soon." The old man said.
"Sorry, sir. Shall I go and come back in a week?" Still one last chance to get
out of this!
The old man looked the youth up and down and this time prodded his arm.
"No, you can stay here. Come with me!"
The old man grasped the youth by the arm and led him down the passage.
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Justice Done | TESTICLES | A true story from the 1960s, as reported in the News of The World Newspaper. | I can't remember the exact date of this incident but the facts are true and
verifiable with a bit of research.
A young female doctor was working late in Prague and didn't leave the hospital
until late evening. On her way to her car she was accosted by two men who
dragged her into the back seat of their car and raped her. Being an
intelligent woman, she hatched a plan. She feigned pleasure at being raped and
said that she had enjoyed it so much that she invited them back to her flat
for a second helping. They must have felt themselves to be something special
and they agreed to the idea.
Back at her flat she made them feel welcome and plied them with drink, which
they obvously enjoyed. When their guard was down she spiked their drinks with
a drug, which soon had them unconcious.
Then she carefully took off their trousers and underpants and positioned their
legs apart, hanging them over the arms of the chairs in which they sat. She
then slit open their scrotums, pulled their testicles down, clamped them, ties
them off and excised them. She then removed what was left of their scrotums
and sewed them up. Next she used a uretha tube and inserted it into their
penises and then carefully amutated them and cauterised their wounds. The
organs were then put in jam jars and placed facing the unconcious men.
Soon after the men started to come round, at which point she telephoned the
police and told them what had happened.
When the police arrived they found two very distressed men and a very
satisfied looking woman doctor.
She was charged with committing grievous bodiy harm and sentenced (unfairly,
in my view) to 5 year imprisonement. Aparently the men were not charged with
her rape. What later became of the men was not recorded.
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Karin - Part 1 | TESTICLES, Femdom | The tiles were hard and cold beneath my knees, but theache in my balls was
what had my attention at themoment. Karin’s bare toes pressed down on my
sack,pinning the helpless testicles against the floor.“Take it out, Robert,”
she said, smiling.
I leaned forward, trying to keep my balance as my chinrested on the toilet
seat. With my hands tied behindmy back, I could easily have toppled over,
which wouldhave caused excruciating pain in my nuts. Perhapsthat’s what Karin
really wanted. She watched meclosely as I maneuvered my face close enough to
reachin with my tongue and fish the string into my mouth.
I looked up to see Karin’s smiling face looking downthrough her small pert
breasts. She loved finding newways to humiliate me. But this was having the
desiredeffect. The tip of my cock touched the cold ceramicbowl, its swelling
size betraying the excitement I wasfeeling.
I closed my teeth on the string, and pulled my headback. The red piece of
cotton came free and hit me onthe chin. Karin laughed at the sight. “Very
good,” sheroared. “Now, you can clean me up. And don’t missanything.”
Her toes closed over my sack, squeezing my balls evenmore tightly. I leaned in
and began licking her lips.The acrid taste repulsed me, but I carefully lapped
itup, afraid to offend my Mistress. She put her headback and closed her eyes,
relishing the sensation. Herclit was swollen, responding to my tongue bath.
Above,I could see her nipples were also erect.
After long minutes, Karin shifted on the seat, leaningback. Suddenly, a stream
of piss came forth, catchingme on the cheek. I didn’t need for her to tell me
whatto do. I opened wide, catching the bitter liquid,trying not to miss a
drop. “Oh, you’ve gotten so goodat that,” she purred, putting her hand on the
back ofmy head. I coughed as the urine stream caught me ofthe throat, but
continued to gulp down the liquid asfast as it arrived.
After the flow ended, Karin warned me not to move. Herbottom clenched, and she
grunted as her bowelsemptied, making plopping into the water. Seconds latermy
balls were freed as Karin stood up and turnedaround, bracing herself on the
top of the water tank.I again leaned forward and pushed my tongue betweenher
cheeks, cleaning her puckered hole. My humiliationwas complete.
By now she was in a sexual frenzy. Sitting back downon the toilet, she roughly
shoved my head into hercrotch, holding my face tight against her bush.
Ifrantically licked and sucked her lips, making surenot to miss her clit.
“Fuck yeah!” she shouted as Idrove her to orgasm. Karin’s foot stomped on my
ballsas she shrieked out her pleasure. She didn’t let upuntil the last spasm
of pleasure had subsided.
Karin rewarded me that night by allowing me to sleepon the floor beside her
bed. My hands remained tiedbehind my back, my cock throbbing for lack of
release.The leather strap kept my balls tightly bound andsecured to the bed.
There would be little sleep for methis night.
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Second Chance | STRAIGHT | Impatient guy lost second chance | Ring ….Ring …..Ring..…Who is the jerk calling early Saturday morning? I had a
rough week and want to sleep until noon. But the jerk refuses to quit. The
answering machine turns on. She hangs up and redial the number….ring
…ring…ring. I finally pick up the phone. "It is an emergency. Come to the
hospital at once." It is Doctor Patty White. "Which one of my patient?" But
she would not say. All she does is repeating herself. "Come to the hospital at
once."
I burn up the tires getting there. Waiting for me at the front entrance, with
her mischievous smile, is Patty. I know that smile well. We were lovers for
two years. I am furious.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Come with me." That’s all she’ll say.
We go to a private room on the fifth floor. "Remember the guy who walked out
of a restaurant downtown straight into a gang shoot out last week? He just
died. This guy believed in donating every organ that’s transplantable. Your
last patient last night can really benefit." Now I am really pissed. "That guy
was in a car wreck! What the hell am I supposed to transplant for him?"
"Let me show you."
Patty takes my hand and we walk into the room. The guy seems so peaceful. She
takes me to the bed side and lifts his gown. This guy’s dick is huge, even
totally soft. I stare at it, mesmerized. How can any woman take it? I feel
hands around my waist. Patty brings her lips right to my ear and whisper: "I
heard your precious patient in that car wreck had his dick cut off by a piece
of flying metal. Don’t you want to give him a transplant? Maybe you want to
certify it yourself later." That’s why we broke up. She could never understand
how a woman could enjoy a dick as much as a woman’s soft lips. She did not
want to share me with any man.
That transplant is the best work I have ever done. I do it with loving care,
with meticulous attention to the smallest detail. Ten days later, when I
examine it, it rises to the occasion. Unbelievably huge, it’s combination of
length and girth is awesome. I stroke it tenderly. "You better not use it
until your doctor gives you the permission to do so." I begin to think how to
get to try it out myself.
Ring ….Ring …..Ring..…Who is the jerk calling early Saturday morning? I had a
rough week and want to sleep until noon. But the jerk refuses to quit. The
answering machine turns on. She hangs up and redial the number….ring
…ring…ring. I finally pick up the phone. "It is an emergency. Come to the
hospital at once." It is Doctor Patty White. "Which one of my patient?" But
she would not say. All she does is repeating herself. "Come to the hospital at
once." I burn up the tires getting there. Waiting for me at the front
entrance, with her mischievous smile, is Patty.
"Your big lover boy is in big trouble. His girlfriend sneaked in last night
and they couldn’t wait to use the battering ram. He fell asleep afterwards,
and woke up screaming with pain. They like it rough" "What about the nurse?
There is always a nurse on duty there?
"She joined them for a threesome. Don’t scream. She’s already fired."
The huge dick is black and blue, totally ruined. It has to come off. I am
furious. During the surgery, I just chop it off. It takes all my training and
self-control not to slice off his balls as well. The surgery team thoroughly
enjoy themselves at my expense. Maybe I will sneak in at night to cut off the
balls. That is doing him a favor.
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Dad's best stories 1 | GAY, WARNING | Dad has a little fun with one of his bedtime stories | ` I jumped between the sheets bare-assed naked when I heard Daddy coming
upstairs to kiss me goodnight. I let the top sheet drop down on my cock as it
lay on my belly. `
Daddy sat down on the side of the bed. “Ready for your bedtime story?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy.”
“It was in one of those Latin American dictatorships. The college kids had an
insurrection and the troops had to put it down. Three of them escaped but the
Militia used dogs and tracked them down and caught up with them in the woods
and tied them to trees.”
“Oh, boy. What did they do to them?”
“The penalty for insurrection is emasculation, so they had to cut their cocks
off. The guys knew that and they started whining and crying and begging. There
were two muscular soccer players and a pretty boy with a smooth body. Like
yours,” he said.
Daddy took the very tip of his index finger and traced my warm penis along the
top of the sheet, from the base to the tip. I was already turned on, and the
stroke revved my motor.
“They pulled the guys’ pants down and their cocks flopped out.”
“Oh, yes. Tell me, Daddy, were those young juicers sexy?”
“The athletes had big, firm, meaty shafts with wide spongy tips and the pretty
boy had a long, smooth one, with a cute pointed head.” He reached down to the
lump under the sheet where my cock was now bulging and pressed the head
between his fingers and thumb. “You could see they had been beating off a lot
because the sides were as slick as goose shit.”
He snatched away the sheet and I felt a draft of cool air on my naked body
from head to toe, and my cock went crazy. It sprung up and throbbed and bobbed
in the air. In a second, Daddy had my shaft in his fist pumping slightly.
“Aaaaah!” It caught me by surprise.
“Yes, they loved to jack off, but they wouldn’t be jacking off any more,” he
chuckled.
“Oh, I hope they cut them off nice and slow.”
A crowd had gathered and they started screaming for the militiamen to torture
those cocks before they cut them off. So they brought out small gas torches
with the tiniest flames. They started burning the pricks up and down the
stems.”
I was rock hard. “Did they scream, Daddy? Tell be how they screamed.”
“Long and loud. They started screaming and then their screams went higher and
higher until they sounded like women. Meanwhile their cocks were sizzling. The
jocks’ dicks swelled up fat and juicy and the sweet guy’s was hard and turning
black.”
“Oh, Daddy, it sounds like the best weenie roast ever.”
“You could smell them cooking. One of the men had a hacksaw and when the
college guys saw it they started screaming, “Cut it off! Please cut off my
cock.’ These were they same guys who were begging a while before to not cut
their cocks off.”
I laughed, and as my belly shook, my cock started oscillating. Daddy grabbed
it and his wet lips came down on the head. Then his big-wide tongue slurped
all around the tip. Then it popped out like a watermelon seed.
“The torches were turned higher and the burning went deeper. ‘Hurry, hurry.
cut it off.’ one jock screamed. ‘Tear my fucker off -- rip it away,’ the other
jock wailed. The pretty boy with the long cock screamed, ‘Me first!’ “
“Oh, Daddy, I love it. Whose cock did they cut off first?”
“Neither one right away. It was too much fun watching them roast and hearing
the screams. The guy just held the saw at the base of pretty boy’s frying
sausage and held it there.
“Oh, I wish I could have been there.” I felt a surge inside my prick and shut
it down just in time. My slit oozed pre-cum.”
“The ripsaw guy turned and with one long, deep thrust sawed the long pecker
right off the biggest soccer player. He screamed: EEEEEOOOWWWW! But at the end
of the scream, it tapered off with a sigh of relief. He had gotten rid of that
deep-fried rod.”
It was all too beautiful. I screamed, “Here it comes Daddy, it’s all for you,”
and I shot a load high into the air. The rich cream splashed on my abs as
another geyser of hot sauce spurted high. Daddy was on my belly by then and
caught the cream on his cheek, then licked the rest of the gunk as it bubbled
out.
“They made pretty boy cut off his own cock. He was very willing.”
I was still trembling from my orgasm but I quickly yanked Daddy’s shorts down
and breathed in the aroma of his super-swelled meat. I held his big, spongy
cockhead up to my lips without letting them touch.
“What happened to the other jock?
“They turned one of the dogs loose and it went straight for the cooked meat
still dangling fresh on the vine.”
I went for Daddy’s own dangling meat and slurped it into my slobbering mouth.
Daddy was having a hard time talking. “Then they -- Oh, do me son, do me. Then
they let the --- oooh, wow -- let the dogs loose on those -- so good, oooh --
those cockless turkeys, and they, oooh, aaaah, ripped -- oh, here it comes --
ripped their asses off.” Daddy exploded and his cock rocked and jerked and
fired off round after round. Pretty soon we collapsed against one another and
had our deep goodnight kiss.
I always thought it was a severe penalty for those guys for having an
insurrection. I don’t know what an insurrection is, but I hope I never have
one.
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Dinner | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | dinner's ready | The Dinner.
===========
My wife, Karen and I, were invited to dinner by a work colleague of hers,
Marie. Marie told us that her husband, George would join us later.
Before dinner, we chatted idly. We sat down to dinner. Marie brought out
a covered dish. "Our hors d'oeuvres" she said. "Mountain oysters".
She lifted the lid and shared them out equally.
The women tucked in. I looked at them tentatively. "They're a delicacy in
quite a few countries" Marie said. "They're only sheep balls". They watched
me as I slowly placed one on my fork and lifted it to my mouth. I chewed it.
It tasted ok. "That didn't hurt, did it darling?" Karen asked rhetorically.
Eating sheep's testicles was obviously getting Karen excited. She started to
rub her hands between my thighs. My cock was pushing against my jeans. She
undid my fly. I ate coolly as if nothing was happening, trying to draw no
attention to Karen's actions as she carefully extracted my erect cock and
balls from my jeans. I finished my last sheep's ball with Karen stroking
my erection and Marie unaware of anything un-toward.
"Now for the main course". Marie got up and a few minutes later returned
with a tray containing three covered plates. One larger than the other
two. She placed the large one in front of me and the women had the small
ones.
Marie lifted the lid of mine. My mouth dropped. A bull's penis and testicles.
It was massive. Marie explained "It has aphrodisiac and fertility properties.
And it's very tasty." Karen butted in "Try it!". I cut off a slice from the
top of the penis. Put it in my mouth and chewed. It did taste quite good.
Karen again playing with my cock - keeping it stiff.
Then came a shock. Karen and Marie lifted the lids on their meals. It was
male genitalia. It's shape was too recogniseable to me. It couldn't be from
any other creature. "They're human genitals aren't they?". Marie retorted
"Well, 55% of humans dont have these. 50% are women and about 5% have lost
theirs." My cock went limp in Karen's hand.
The women tucked in. "It tastes great!" Karen said. I said nothing, just
ate my enormous bull's genitalia in silence.
Dinner was finished. Marie came around my side of the table and touched the
back of my chair to help me up. My genitals were still exposed. I decided
to pretend they weren't. I stood up, and tried to walk over to the couch but
Marie's hand clutching my balls stopped me. She squeezed and told me to put
my hands behind my back. I did as she said. Karen smiled at me, approached
me with a pair of hand-cuffs swinging. She hand-cuffed me. She then placed
a dog collar on my neck and tied my hand-cuffs to the collar.
Karen, joined Marie in front of me. "Dessert?" said Karen. "It's up to you.
They are yours. I've never been known to refuse testicles soaked in brandy."
Marie went to the closet, and opened it. A man crawled out. No leashes, just
a dog collar around his neck. Karen read the name tag. "Oh you must be
George". He rolled over on to his back. Legs apart. "Go on, Karen" said
Marie. Karen raised her foot and kicked him in the balls. "He bit into the
carpet so as to make no noise".
"Well" Marie asked. "Do you want to be like George, an obedient little dog,
or dessert? Soaked in brandy? Delicious. I know which I'ld prefer."
"On your back". I hessitated. She took a pair of food scissors from the
table.
I rolled onto my back. "Spread your legs". I hesitated. She grabbed my balls.
I spread my legs fast. She held the scissors in place open around my balls.
"Karen, did he spread his legs in time. Or is it time for dessert." He just
managed it, Marie. "Damn". She let go of my balls. The flopped between my
legs, she raised her leg and swung. I doubled up in pain. As I was rolling
on the floor in agony, she rolled me into a big bag.
I was carried into a car boot and taken home. In my house, they rolled me
out of the bag. Marie held the scissors still. "Spread your legs". I did
as she said immediately. This time, Karen, my own wife, raised her leg,
and swung her foot into my balls. I rolled in agony again. They then rolled
me into the closet.
Eventually the pain subsided and I fell asleep. I was awoken with the door
opening. Their game is over I thought. Karen was on her own. I crawled out
the closet. "On your back" she said. "What?". She pulled a pair of kitchen
scissors from behind her back. "No, you wouldn't". She placed her scissors
around my balls. "That was a great meal yesterday wasn't it".
"OK", I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. "Good boy. I didn't need to
ask". With that she slammed her foot into my balls and left for work.
After a few weeks of Karen, attending a training course. She came home and
released my chains. My chance. I grabbed her wrists to over-power her. She
slammed her knee into my balls. Kicked me in the left side of the head.
Then the right. My nose was bleeding. She punched me in the stomach winding
me. She dropped to her knees. Grabbed my balls with one hand. I was slumped
over her back. I couldn't fall or escape. She then punched my balls,
continually. I lost track of how long or how many. When she stopped. I
lay on the floor for hours unable to move.
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Silber Balls | GAY, TESTICLES | Frank gets silver balls | On high school people cald me mr. big nut, because of my giant nuts. I love
wearing speedo´s so everybody could see my buldge and I had a lot of pleasure
of it. After my graduation I went to Europe for holidays. One day I was in
Italy in a train. Wearing tight jeans and a white thong. In the train a
georgeous Italian guy saw that. He started talking with me while looking at my
crotch. He asked if I would like to spent some days in his castle. That would
be fun....
When we arrived at the castle I saw a nice pool. In the pool there where a few
very beautiful guys playing. I loves the sight. Than I realised that one man
was naked and the other were not. Nearly all the men were wearing thongs, but
it were women thongs, they didn´t have a buldge...
The moment they saw me they started yelling and the took the naked men who
still had his penis and nuts inside. I did not understand wat was happening.
The Italian guy, Antonio, took me insede to his bedroom and we had great sex.
Then he said, from now on you will be naked. I said OK, but I did not
understand why. A diner time everybody was very excited, the eight boys with
their flac crotch and the Italian guy were ready to eat, I was the only naked.
Then the salade was served, it contained also peaces of meat. I had to stand
up. The Italian started to jerk me off so that my sperm would be the sauce on
the saladed. I loved the sight of these beautifull guys eeting the salade with
my cum.
Then the guys told me what was happening. Every new guy had the stay naked and
give his juice every night for the salade. The day a new guy arrives, as I did
today, the naked guy of that time would loose his balls and penis and
everybody would eat it in the salade. So that would be my fate once...
We had a lot of fun in the castle. I fucked all the castrated boys and the
Italian and every night I made the salade.
One day a docter arrived. He started to measure my giant nuts, I did not
understand why. I feared the day the Italian would bring a new beautiful
boy... One day it happened. The took me to the surgery room. I was allowed to
jerk off for the last time and then..
I saw three silver balls, two smaller ones and one bigger one. The Italian giy
said that it would be a pitty to loose these giant nuts. Therefor he had a new
idea. The docter opened my scrotum and took my balls. He put each of them in a
silver ball and put these two balls in the large ball. Than he put the large
ball bac in my sac. I did not no what happened. Then he made a reroute for my
uretha and he put a round silver thing in my penis, through the reroute and
back, my penis was now around my sac. My balls were a rattle now. That night
the new gay give his cum for the salade, but this time there was no meat.
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Peronal Injury | TESTICLES, MINOR | Phil has a model railroad, its his one and only artistic joy. | ` Ever since he was a little knub Phil loved to watch trains. As he grew up
Phil's father got him interested in model railroading. `
Over time the modeling grew into a huge layout of tracks, mountains, buildings
and scenery like that he remembered from a trip out West.
As Phil graduated high school his classmates would taunt him about playing
with choochoo's. Yet as he had matured so also did his looks.
A fine form of a young man was Phil. Broad shoulders, a good 6'6" tall he
worked his summer vacation as a brick tender. Strong and handsome he became to
where the ladies looked on him as one real prize.
Yet his real love was those trains. So it happened one terrible day when a
switch operating machine placed under the train table malfunctioned.
Phil crawled under the table looking at the problem. It should of been
replaced but that incurred a lot of fine detailed fumbling and work.
The problem could be fixed by soldering the broken part.
Crawling back out from the confines below the train table he went and got his
soldering gun and a roll of quick melting solder.
Again he crawled under the train table below the switching yard to fix the
switch machine that changed directions above of the flow of cars in the yard.
The soldering gun was clicked on and he held the trigger on making the point
glow bright red, and hot.
A touch of the solder to the gun's red tip coated the tip with the silver
solder making for a better conveience of the heat into the broken part.
Try after try but the part would not accept the solder. Phil was getting a
little nervous with each try as building up on the hot tip was now a fair
sized drip of 750 degrees F solder.
Like in slow motion he watched the dip suddenly build and then snip its
attachment to the solder gun's hot tip. Down it fell this burning hot drip of
solder, it was liquid metal and Phil laying there was going to get burned.
Always dressed as Mister casual Phil was today working downstairs in a T-shirt
and shorts. Barefoot he was always warned by his Mother to put on shoes less
he step on a nail.
Splat !
The hot drip of solder his the shorts burning through the thin cloth like a
knife going through butter.
Phil's most horrid thoughts at that moment were realized as the searing blob
of hot metal fell and then hitting the bare skin spread out into a postage
stamp size puddle. Hitting his penis right on the knob it burned making Phil
scream and jump up.
Up went his head in the confines of that small space. The table's wood bottom
not giving an inch held its place in space and time.
WHAM !
Phil slammed his forehead into the table as the searing hot soldering gun fell
from his hand.
Insult to injury as the gun fell from just above and where the solder dripped
down to, it fell down also.
Dazed from hitting his head with such force Phil screamed of pain as the still
very hot soldering gun fell and hit his groin. The red hot tip burning a
bigger hole in through the shorts took to searing the skin of his testicles.
Again Phil jumped and slammed his head into the table under side.
Dazed first time, he was out cold this second time.
The extremely hot soldering gun took to burning into the skin covering Phil's
testicles. It had become so hot that even with blood now ozzing from the wound
is sizzled making a horrid smelling smoke.
Phil's father was not far away and the smell of burning skin and blood sent
him down the stairs to the train room.
A day later as Phil lay sedated in the hospital his Father was asking the
Doctor about the injury.
"Phil's sex life is now a part of history!" said the Doctor. "Not only did the
soldering gun burn the skin but it also entered one testicle rendering it's
function so badly we removed it. The solder seared a burn on the tip of his
penis making it now appear almost flat on the end. I suspect he will have a
lot of residual pain for some time to come. This pain like those of people
after surgery would induce quite a lot of pain when or during sexual
intercourse. I think he'll have to play trains to have any real joy in life!"
suggested the Doctor.
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2nd revolution | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Female Supremacy, the future!? | The Future: The 2nd Revolution.
===============================
All men at this point in time are kept as domestic pets. They wear implants in
their genitals which give their owner full control over their penis and
testicles via a remote control unit. The unit controls pain, sensitivity,
erections, ejaculations. The unit also contols a laser implanted in the
genitals for the ultimate deterrant, the ability to seperate the man from his
manhood with the press of a button.
Women use men as they feel fit. Some sexually, some as house maids, fashion
accessories, you name it. Household robots however are far more effective at
domestic chores and some think at sex too. After all, women always have
another woman as an equal partner and then a pet man. Its becoming quite
fashionable in some parts not to have a pet man.
A group of extremist women, called TrueFem, in the shires have been calling
for the removal of men from the home, as they are useless foul and dirty
animals. They should be resigned to farms and farmed for sperm, and made into
fertilizer. Their genitals can make real dildos, speciality meats or jewelry
items. This group was considered to be eccentric and harmless.
On Friday the 4th June, something shocking took place. 100,000 males within a
1 mile radius of the centre of London had their genitals severed by their
devices. This was not done by their owners but by the TrueFem group. They had
worked out how to broadcast the severe message to multiple devices
simultaneously.
They then broadcast their message..."We will increase our radius and gradually
desex every male in the country if you dont comply to our demands. You have
seen we have the technology, to fulfil our threat. We want all males, to be
collected and delivered to our farm complexes by tomorrow evening 7pm, they
will be safe there, any males not there will be severed. All males from now on
will be kept on farms as Live Stock."
And so men lost their status as domestic animals and became live stock within
a day of the start of the 2nd revolution. This was without doubt the most
successful revolution ever.
Today no-one ever remembers males around the home. We merely go to the
hospital for insemination from sperm, purchase man products such as dildos,
testicle sushi, penis roast, testicle earrings. We can take our children and
see those strange creatures plugged into the sperm milking machines, eating
and cumming, waiting their turn to be processed into something useful.
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The Stable Boy | The Stable Boy.
===============
Back in 1955, I took a job in a stables. My duties included mucking out the
stables, grooming the horses and preparing them for riding. I learnt the
job fairly quickly, there was nothing intellectually demanding. I must admit
I did do some aspects of the job fairly slopily. I was a carefree 20 year
old. I was more interested in chatting to the young ladies who frequented
the stables.
After 2 weeks of easy employment. I was given the duty to groom
Lady Petherington's horse, saddle it up and take it to her. The Lady
was in her mid-40s and looked a harsh lady. I handed her the reins to her
horse and she mounted. The saddle slipped. "I'm sorry, I mustn't have
tightened it properly". I set to tightening the saddle. On completion, I
looked up at her for thanks. I looked into her stern face. She kicked me in
the face. My nose was bleeding. She dismounted. She handed me a handkerchief.
I took it to mop up my nose bleed. She kicked me in the balls. I fell to my
knees. She picked up her riding crop and whipped me, continuously.
On the neck, chest, sides, stomach. I eventually just fell to the floor,
and just rolled around, pain hitting me from every part of my torsoe.
While writhing in pain, she pulled off my trousers and under-pants and
dragged me into the centre of the stable by my ankles. My head was tilted
backwards as I was being dragged. Most of the young girls I chatted to, were
watching. "Help", I screamed. There was just laughter and a few girls waved.
I was in the middle of the stable. The lady, tied my legs with a rope,
tested it was secure and the girls watching hoisted. My weak, sore body was
raised from the ground.
The Lady approached me. My manhood was at her shoulder height.
She cupped my balls in her hand. She spoke. "You have been very poor
in your duties. You must be punished.". One of the girl's passed her a
knife. I screamed as she took the knife to my balls. She teased them for
a few seconds. I screamed again as felt the cold steel of her knife, severe
the soft skin of my scrotum. Then they were gone. She knelt down before me
showing me my balls and said "If you want to keep your cock, then your
behaviour must improve. From now on you will work naked so everyone can
see your punishment". She left and the girls lowered me down.
Well, I've been working there ever since - 40 years. I a few weeks ago, I
was faced with a choice. Either retire, and loose my cock with dignity or
continue until I made a mistake and be punished. I decided to go with
style. The Lady now in her 80s made a speach. Ever since the day she was
forced to castrate me, my work had been impecible and it's with great
honour, that I take my knife to this stable-hand's penis. To rounds of
applause and a feeling of pride, the strict old lady cut off my penis.
My neice, had great fun typing up my story. She and her partner have found
somewhere on the NET to put - where like minded females such as my Lady
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Replacement penis | PENECTOMY | Fantasy letter from a Urologic Nurse about how a eunuchpenis is removed and replaced with a silicone penis. | Dear Jamie,
Thank you for your inquiry. The surgery you are interested in is called
“Penile Replantation Surgery (PRS).” Few urologists perform this surgery; Dr.
Hamstadd is the lone certified urologist in Pennsylvania, Delaware, New
Jersey, and Virginia. This surgery is offered to eunuchs but is especially
needful for those who become impotent or who suffer from severe penis
retraction. Severe retraction is determined when the eunuch penis fails to
hang outside of the body on its own or if weights must be continually used to
prevent retraction. Retraction can be aggravated by insufficient sexual
activity, though not always. In your case James, it sounds as though your
penis retracts even with the use of daily weights. I believe that you are a
good candidate for PRS. However, Dr. Hamstadd will need to examine you first
to ensure that no other medical problem is present.
This surgery will provide you with new sensations to the glans or tip of your
penis. You will experience sexual feeling, though you will not climax or
achieve a penile orgasm because you are castrated. Most eunuchs who have PRS
look forward to sexual relations again because they believe they can better
satisfy their spouse or girlfriend. Our statistics confirm that sexual
satisfaction for women is higher if the eunuch has had PRS. Dr. Hamstadd has
successfully performed over 500 of these surgeries to date and though two men
have asked to have the surgery reversed, all the other eunuchs are well
pleased with the results and so are there wives or girlfriends. Now for the
surgical facts:
Your penis will be measured prior to surgery and you or your wife can choose
the dimensions of the silicone replacement penis. Typically, the silicone
replacement penis can exceed the original penis dimensions by two inches in
length and 1 inch in girth. If your original penis measured 6 inches with a
girth of 4, you will most likely be fitted with a penis that measures 8 inches
in length and 5 inches in girth. That’s because the skin of the penis is
pliable and stretchable. The skin is all that is used because PRS will involve
the removal of your penis. As with most eunuchs, this probably will not bother
you, since you have already become detached from your penis. You are more
interested in pleasing your wife, which is typical of a true eunuch. However,
you need to understand the extent of the surgery and what it entails. Once you
are sedated, Dr. Hamstadd will make a two inch incision in just the skin of
your penis, at the base of protrusion from your body. The skin of your penis
is left intact along with the nerve endings. Dr. Hamstadd will carefully
preserve the nerve endings, which will be bundled and pushed into the glans or
tip of your penis near the end of the surgery. She will then clamp, dissect,
and excise your penis,cutting it free from your body. Your dissected penis is
pulled away from the skin, so that the skin of your penis is inside out. Dr.
Hamstadd will then remove your dissected/excised penis. Since it is a body
part, it must be placed in the medical waste. (New laws forbid the
transportation of human body parts. Do not ask to take it home with you). The
nerves are then stretched up to your denuded penis tip or glans and sewn fast.
A silicone replacement penis is then moved into place; the skin of your penis
is slowly pulled over the silicone penis. Once satisfied, Dr. Hamstadd will
close the incision and you will be on your way. The operation takes
approximately 1 hour. Your new penis will hang downward making it largely
unnoticeable. It will feel large and heavy at first. It will take awhile to
get accustomed to it. You should experience sensation in the tip soon after
the anesthesia wears off. Complete healing takes approximately three to four
weeks. Then your new penis can be used for intercourse, but it should be used
gently with care.
In answer to your question, I can send you a typical silicone replacement
penis for you to examine. The cost is $10.00, plus shipping. You will be able
to get a sense of what it will feel like to own one of these penises. These
silicone replacement penises come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors.
Since the skin can conform to the shape, you can choose from a large
selection. The one I send you may not be the size that best fits you.
Jallen Paltow, Urologic Nurse
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Truth Stranger than Fiction | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, Other: | Sometimes the darker fantasies of the mind spill over intoreality, in these cases based upon it. They can be stranger than fiction and more fascinating. | Even the mention of Lorena Bobbitt, and subsequent efforts to
reassert male primacy through phallic imagery, sometimes emerged in
unexpected places. Ann Risley Strawn recounted the following incident:
"Our Cub Scout Pack was having a cook-out. I walked up to the serving
table and noticed that my friend Betsy was holding a steak knife in
one hand and an uncooked hot dog in the other, at which point I
inquired if this was the Lorena Bobbitt Invitational Barbecue. The
conversation continued as we conjured up the idea for a Bobbitt
Wiener Toss and a Memory Skills Test (you have to remember where it
landed, of course). We noticed that suddenly the men were all looking
quite uncomfortable about these uncooked hot dogs and their proximity
to the knife-wielding wives and mothers. The best moment was looking
at the campfire and seeing fifteen men and boys peacefully roasting
their 'wienies' (the term used by the scouts)--but we noticed that
they had placed the hot dogs the long way on the sticks, rather the
standard cross-way mode. We thought it was a rather poignant ending
to a humorous situation."
Just the mention of Lorena Bobbitt made some men nervous. As one
journalist commented, "It serves, first and most frighteningly, as a
man's scariest fantasy of Feminine Revenge, worse than any plot of
Lysistrata" ("Ballad" A20).
Editorial cartoonist Mike Luckovich captured this feeling in his
depiction of "Thanksgiving at the Bobbitts," in which a woman raises
a carving knife in the air, and the men and boys hide under the table
in terror. The woman in the cartoon is faceless, she is everywoman--
neither young nor shapely, and she appears in a traditional domestic
role. With this image in mind, people joked that after the Bobbitt
incident, men were less likely to insist that women belong in the
kitchen or quipped that millions of men had suddenly taken to
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Just a Placeholder | Wednesday, October 27, 2004. | ` **Today, our beloved Founder - Bboy - aka Bryan - passed away after an
unexpected illness.
There are no words to say to someone who grieves.Ý There are no words in reply
from the grieving.Ý At least, none that make sense.
As a "moment of silence", if you will, no stories will be accepted nor posted
on October 28, tomorrow, forÝa period long enough for the EA server to clear.
I would like for the day to remain blank.
Thank you.
Paolo
Story Editor/Moderator
The Eunuch Archive-
Founded by Bboy.
Lovingly carried on by his friends.
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I woke up again, this time in less of a haze. I looked towards Jer.
It hadn't been a bad dream. He really did have tits. Now, there
were pumps attached to each of his nipples. He was awake too.
"We got to get loose, Jer." I said.
"I can hardly move, Jake", he answered. "My chest is fucking sore,
these things are sucking my nipples, man. I hurt real bad."
I struggled but only succeeded in tiring myself out. I kept looking
at my friends hairy chest, his tits were huge, like some porn
chicks. What kind of sicko could do this to a dude?
I soon got the answer to my question. The door opened. The doctor
walked in.
"How are you doing, gentlemen?" he asked. He was in his 40's,
short, balding, out of shape. I looked at him in disgust.
He walked over to Jeremy. He removed one of the nipple sucking
devices. I heard a plop and Jer's sharp intake of breath.
"Did you enjoy my wifes breasts?" the doctor asked Jeremy. "Now you
have your own to look at. Nice, lovely, hairy breasts. Are they big
enough? Would you like another set right below these? Or maybe
you'd like a set on your back?"
I began cussing, screaming, struggling. The doctor just laughed. He
put a gloved covered hand on Jer's cock. "You placed this inside my
wife. It's rather large. Your a very handsome male, or you were
before you got your breasts. Now you are a freak. You seemed to
enjoy my wifes cunt so much, I am going to give you one of your
very own."
The doctor walked towards me. "I am going to make your friend over
there even more freakish. I am going to split his dick open, invert
it, modify it. I am going to convert his over used penis into a
large inviting cunt. I am going to place his testicals inside his
body. He will have a cunt them produces sperm when he climaxes. I
am literally going to turn his penis inside out and make a lovely
tunnel, a passage that he will need to fill in order to ever get
sexual relief."
He grabbed my cock. "Your not well endowed like your friend. Your
penis is just average. And your testicals? Hmmm, they are average
too."
He held my nuts in his hand as he said this. The door opened again.
Two large guys walked in. I got the impression of Hitlers perfect
race as I looked at the two huge goons.
"Place his legs in the stirrups" the doctor said.
I tried to kick as they followed the doctors orders. It was useless.
One of the goons truned a crank on the table that Jer was strapped
too. The table moved upright forcing Jer into a sitting position.
His tits looked even larger. The goon moved the table so that Jer
was staring right between my legs.
The other goon was pushing a smaller table filled with surgical
tools over by my side.
The doctor put on a fresh pair of gloves. I watched in horror as he
washed my nut sack with alcohol. I screamed as the surgical blade
cut into my nut sack. I was crying as he pulled my left nut out of
the sack. I watched as he cut it off. He was silent as he tied the
cords, and stiched up the sack. I felt pain, I could feel the
needle going in and out of the sack.
He walked over to Jeremy. "You are going to fuck your friend in his
asshole just as you fucked my wife. If you don't, I will remove his
remaining testical. And my guards will fuck him. "
My table was adjusted, my asshole was exposed. I watched in pain as
Jer was unstrapped.
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Slavepig's Castration | NULLIFICATION | Filming of a master and slave | I met Craig and his sub slave through an internet ad. Craig was looking for
someone to film his sub's torture sessions and humiliation. It was to be a
documentary of sorts.
Basically I would just roll the camera and follow Craig around the big house..
He was mid 40's balding hairy with a muscular body and very masculine. He
would wear a leather mask whenever I filmed. The sessions all took place in
the soundproofed basement. The slave was mid 30s mostly smooth with a slim
muscular body. Very good looking model type features.He apparently was kept in
a prison cell like 12 by 12 cage that was in the basement. When I first saw
him he was in leg shackles and cuffed to the bars. He looked scared but
resigned to his fate. That first time was an experience for me. I filmed as
Craig took the slave from the cage and attached him to shackles that had been
suspended from the ceiling. Once he was secure Craig had access to the slave
from both sides. He then proceeded to flog and beat the slave's butt and back
with various instruments for over an hour. There was a belt to start with then
various whips of length and thickness.The slave was screaming at the top of
his lungs after a while begging Craig to stop but that only seemed to fuel
Craig's intensity.
Finally Craig told the slave to shut the hell up and stuffed a gag in his
mouth. He took out a huge bullwhip and went to town on the slave.
After a short break the beatings began again but this time the concentration
was on the slave's front side. I never saw a guy whip a guy in the front but
Craig did just that. When he was done he released the slave who crumpled in a
heap. He then was dragged back in his cell still with the gag in his mouth and
the cell was locked.That was the filming for the night.Craig said the title
for the first film would be called SlavePigs Beating.
A week later I heard from Craig again and told to come by.The slave was taken
from the cage and tied face up spreadeagled on a bed in the basement. This
time the slave had a hood on.
The cameras rolled and Craig lit up a very big thick round cigar.He sat in a
chair at the foot of the bed and started slapping the slave's cock and balls.
Slowly at first but increasing in intensity. It went on for 20 minutes at
least. The slave was screaming but the sounds were all muffled. The slapping
then became a fist. Craig pounded the slave's cock and balls over and over and
over.
Craig said "Your cock and balls are disgusting. They need to be tortured and
maimed."
I kept rolling as Craig continued his assault. Finally he took a big hit of
poppers. Uhoh I thought what now? Craig then took the cigar and put it
directly on the slaves nuts one at a time leaving the cigar on them for 3-5
seconds at a time.He kept repeating the process.He then went for the cock and
actually slid the cigar up and down the shaft and then directly on to the
head. After a long time the torture finally stopped. The slaves organs looked
purplish and were beginning to swell up. Craig untied his victim and again
dragged him back to the cage where he threw him in. He told me the title for
the new film would be Slavepigs Beatings Part 2.
This went on over the course of a few weeks. Each time would be new tortures.
There was one time when needles were inserted into the slaves piss hole and
through his balls. Another when the slave was kicked repeatedly in the nuts.
Each time Craig would be smoking a big cigar telling the slave what a
worthless piece of shit he was and how the sight of his cock and balls
disgusted him. And more flogging,whipping.
There were 8 films at the time all with the title Slavepigs beatings 1,2 etc.
Then the other night Craig told me there would be only 2 more films to shoot.
I went over and the slave was already tied to a post.His cock and balls were
almost bright red.He had welts and bruises all over his body.Craig told me to
start rolling. he then asked the slave "What would you like to do tonight
slave?" and the slave spoke for the first time.."Take my balls Sir". Craig
told the slave to beg for it and he actually did. "Why do you want them off
slave?""Because they are worthless and useless Sir and I dont deserve to have
them".I rolled then as Craig duct taped the slave's mouth shut and placed a
hood over his head. Craig then took out these banding devices and over the
next hour applied four of them onto the slaves balls.The muffled screams
continued as Craig puffed on his cigar occasionally saying "getting there
soon.The balls are getting darker and darker."
Finally when he was satisfied he took the bands off.The balls looked dead. He
then took a suture like metallic instrument and methodically cut and snipped
until both balls were off and put on a plate. I was instructed to stop
filming. Craig then started sewing up where the castration took place."we'll
call that one SlavePigs Castration".
Now Im at home waiting...one more film...Slavepigs penectomy I assume.Another
week or two.
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Susan's first castration | TESTICLES, MINOR | Susan\'s brother cuts her hair off as she sleps. She decides to make the punishment fit the crime. | ` Susan was only eight, but proud of her bouncing pony tail. One day she and
her brother Jack, who was twelve, had a silly argument. "I'll get you!!"
snapped Jack, walking out of the room. `
Next morning, a snipping noise woke Susan. She saw Jack at the foot of her
bed, holding a big pair of scisors in one hand, and Susan's severed ponytail
in the other!!
"N-n-n-n-noooo!!" shouted Susan. Jack laughed, and threw the ponytail into the
fire.
Their mother punished Jack.But Susan swore revenge. What could she do? Jack
kept his hair low, so a secret haircut was not the answer. Then she thought,
"I'll cut off that funny thing between his legs. That'll hurt." as an innocent
little girl, Susan had no idea what "that thing" was.
Next morning, Susan entered Jack's room carrying the same scissors he had
used. She crept up to him, pulling his pjamas down. Jack didn't wake, He'd
already started having erotic wet dreams, and this was just stoking his
fantasy of having a woman pull his trousers down and giving him a blow job.
Susan placed the scissors around his penis and testicles. Just then he awoke.
"N-n-n-n-oooooooo!!" he screamed. Strangely, his penis went erect and broke
free of the scissors. Deciding that she might at least do something before he
could snatch the scissors away from her, Susan swiftly cut off Jack's scrotum.
He collapsed, screaming. As Susan heard their Mum coming to the room, she
threw Jack's scrotum and balls onto the fire.
As their Mum saw what had happened, she burst into tears. "But Mum," said
Susan, "they'll grow again, won't they? My hair will grow again, so won't
they?"
And so Susan's brother became her first eunuch. She was to develop an
insatiable appetite for castrating men and boys.
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Hijras Of India (news article) | India: Begging eunuchs of Bombay
In Bombay and other big cities of India you come across groups of people
called "Hijras" or "Chakkas". These are eunuchs, castrated between the ages of
10 and 15 years on supposedly religious grounds. You find then asking for alms
near places of tourist interest, outside halls where weddings or naming
ceremonies are taking place, and outside houses where there are newborn
babies.
The style of begging is very aggressive. In groups of three or four they
confront individuals, clapping and making gestures with their fingers. Give
them
money and they will bless you and your family and pray for increased libido
for
you and for male heirs for your family. Refusal is followed by abuse, and
obscene gestures, and some of them will lift their "petticoats", exposing
their
genitals and cursing. The Hijras live in communities. Why do they live like
this? To find out we decided to ask them.
We contacted Hijras begging at the traffic lights outside our hospital. It
took two months of persuasion before they agreed to talk and to provide data.
Individual interviews were refused but we were invited to their colony near
Sionkoliwada in Bombay's slums and were allowed to conduct group interviews
with
35 Hijras in groups of 3 or 4. Eventually, clinical photography was permitted
by 5 of them, for a sum of 200 rupees.
The Hijras were between 20 and 45 years old. Almost all of them had been
sold by their poverty-stricken parents or kidnapped as children. Subsequently
they were castrated, including a penectomy, without anaesthesia. We were told
that many children died from complications such as sepsis or haemorrhage. Most
came from Tamil Nadu, but many of the Tamil speakers could speak and
understand
Hindi.
They lived in small huts in Sionkoliwada and got along well with their
neighbours in the slums. They had no source of income other than alms, and
theirs was a hand-to-mouth existence. Alcohol abuse and drugs (hashish) were
common. They were very much against the idea of seeking medical care from our
hospital, which they knew was attached to a medical college, and only accident
cases were taken to a public hospital. They feared intrusion into their
privacy
by the inquisitive junior doctors in hospitals. They followed the Hindu
religion
but had a goddess of their own--a reincarnation of Durga, perched on a
rooster,
called "Bahucharaji Devimaa". PAGE 3
The Lancet, January 4, 1992
As we gaind the confidence of the elders in the Hijra community, some broke
down and said they were contemplating suicide because they did not want to go
on
living in this way. We learned that well-organised gangs kidnap children in
poor
areas of India or buy them from starving parents for as little as 30 rupees.
The
boys are then brought to the cities, castrated, and set up as beggars, who
will
be money-making machines for up to 40 years. These Mafia-type kidnap gangs
thus
exploit the religious sentiments and collective psyche of the Hindu community.
They provide protection and living quarters for the Hijras, who in turn pass
on
a percentage of their earnings to the gang in charge of their area.
At the age of 16-18 the Hijras do develop a desire for sexual activity,
directed towards males. To satisfy this need they go and stay with other men
in
the neighbourhood who are living alone or whose wives are sick or away from
home. They do all the household work and agree to receptive anal intercourse,
from which they get sexual gratification. This desire diminishes with age, and
by age 40-45 they stop indulging in such activities. In two of the men we
examined clinically the perianal skin was scarred and thickened, suggesting a
healed inflammatory condition. Some of the men described lesions that may have
been anal condylomas. Although we suggested that all of them have free testing
for HIV at our hospital none agreed to this.
In parts of India today young boys are at risk of being kidnapped or sold
and then forced to live a subhuman life as eunuchs. The authorities are aware
of
these activities and Indian newspapers have exposed these and other atrocities
committed on poverty-stricken rural populations. But in a corruption-loaded
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Disco Dancer | GAY, TESTICLES | Searching for treasures in the big city filled with young, beautiful men. | I’d seen him before, perhaps on the street. He was beautiful, so perfect and
young. Perhaps nineteen or twenty. I tried to catch his eye before but he
smiled and walked on by. As though I never existed.
But I saw him tonight. On the dance floor. An occasional glimpse amidst the
sea of faces. Gyrating on the dance floor to the throbbing pulse of the music.
I’d see his face and then it was gone. I pushed into the crowd of bodies and
slowly worked my way towards the face. Nothing. I looked into the faces,
searching for a sign. And then I saw him again. I pushed harder and wedged
between the bodies, there he was. His body coming into and out of view between
the endless bodies. Naked. Slithering to the music. Throwing his hips into the
rhythm and spinning his torso with the beat and his hands folded neatly atop
his head. Many wore no shirts, both boys and girls. But only a few were so
bold or unashamed to be less scantily dressed.
I pushed further until I brushed up against his side. I stared into his eyes
with the hopes that he would notice but his eyes were glazed, staring into the
distance. A constant smile on his lips as he bobbed his head with the music.
Dusted. Probably on some party drug. I tried to capture his attention but he
danced with no one in particular, just the crowd.
I was able to step back for a second and catch a glimpse of his body. His
slender body was perfectly tanned and muscled, with the most beautiful smooth
legs. I watched as he gyrated, his testicles swinging heavily in the bottom of
his hairless scrotum, bouncing from thigh to thigh. His penis had darker skin
than his legs and the purplish head was large and protruded from the wrinkled
skin. He looked so wonderful.
I pressed forward but he was gone. Drifting between the bodies. I danced
towards the back of his head and then I was at his rear. I slowly ran my hands
down his backside and onto his buttock, circling each check with my hands and
then slowly circling upwards onto his chest. He leaned back, his smiling face
pointed towards the sky. He continued to gyrate and sway to the music. I
stroked his biceps and his head came to rest on my shoulder. Smiling into the
sky. I was in heaven!
He turned and faced me, but didn’t seem to see me with his spaced out eyes.
The crowd pushed us together and his genitals were pushed onto my knee as our
bodies meet. For a split second his face showed a trace of agony but it was
quickly replaced by the slight smile. My hands reached between his crotch and
encased his testicles but as quickly as we came together, we were pulled apart
by the crowd. His testicles slid through my fingers like giant leathery eggs.
I continue to dance with the hopes that I could feel his body again. Others
sought the same pleasures and I struggled to mask my jealous rage against
them.
The songs drifted together and the faces in the crowd melted into one as the
evening wore on. I’d catch glimpses of the boy’s face, always moving, always
gone. I danced close enough to him to finally catch his left arm and I pulled
it to draw him closer. He appeared to be indifferent as I drew him up to my
chest. His eyes were closed to almost slits and his head bobbed almost too
freely. I swayed with the timing of his body.
I reached around and placed my hand on the small of his back and pulled his
closer to my body. He grinded to the beat, his genitals scraping across my
levis. I reached with my other hand and grabbed the base of his penis and slid
my palm along it’s base. So thick and warm and heavy in my hand. The head of
the penis feeling so enormous and smooth to the touch. I stroked it longingly,
feeling the music come alive. I wanted to feel it’s strength in my hand as I
caressed it slowly.
I backed aware for a second to see my affect. Nothing. His penis continued to
sway to the music, swinging flaccidly from thigh to thigh.
I wanted him hard. I wanted his penis out of the way.
I pressed back to his chest and pulled his body up towards mine. I stared into
his smiling face, his eyes drifting across the room. I grabbed his hairless
scrotum and circled his heavy testicles with my fore fingers and I pulled his
orbs down and away from his body. Nothing. His arms fluttered across his body
and danced across his chest. For a brief second they caressed the sides of my
arms but then they were gone.
I brought my hand to my mouth and discretely spit into my palm. I reached
between his legs and felt for the weight of his penis again. The skin felt so
satiny and smooth. I worked the head of the penis across the palm of my hand,
letting the saliva lubricate the loose skin gathered around the glands. I felt
like coming.
Nothing. Still soft. His eyes, so dreamy and spacey. The stubble on his chin
made his look even younger. Not yet a man.
I popped the blade open.
We danced between the bodies. A sea of flesh where sounds didn’t exist under
the beating of the speakers. Our bodies met again and I slowly reached for his
genitals. His testicles were hanging so low, like bagged fruit hanging from a
tree. I grasped his scrotum firmly in my hand, his penis draped across my
wrist. I looked into his face for any sign and he smiled back at no one in
return. I brought the blade up and made three quick pulling actions. For a
brief second his face contorted into a mask of pain and I thought that he
might scream.
And then he was free. Still dancing and gyrating to the music. Arms, swaying
and floating with the beat. I started to drift back and away. Through the
crowd, I saw his thighs, looking even tanner with the scarlet speckles of
blood on them. Between them, his penis finally jutted from his body at a sharp
angle, fully engorged. What looked like a long, bloody string of sperm strung
from the tip of his cock. His penis looked so empty now, standing guard alone
between his thighs.
I finally stopped dancing when I’d reached the edge of the floor. I squeezed
my fingers, caressing my treasure. So warm and soft in my hand. My eyes closed
in pleasure as I felt the prizes shift inside. I stepped out into the night
air and began to walk among the evening crowd. Some looked into my face,
probably wondering what stories I had to tell. Continuing to pinch the edges
of the skin, I brought my new treasure to my lips and kissed it lightly, as a
shocked woman’s face floated by. I stepped down to the awaiting subway.
On the way home, I saw the most beautiful young man with the warmest smile and
dazzling eyes …
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Future Surgeon | NULLIFICATION | What will the future be like? Here's a view. | The surgeon, a very old man with a slight bend to his back,
shuffled into the white-walled operating room. He wore a white
cotton, quilted tunic that buttoned on one side with loops around
the buttons, loose white pants, and a fashionable pair of white
sneakers. The top of his head was a pink, shiny dome with the
occasional "age spot" here and there. His pure white hair flowed
out around his head, in a careless, wispy fashion. He shuffled
over to the bedside of a man lying on an ordinary looking hospital
bed, with a white sheet pulled up to his neck. The man looked at
him as if he was confused.
The surgeon spoke, "Good morning Mr. Sprague. I see you've
had your anesthetic. Everything is all set, you're going to be fine,
Sir. Let's get started. Remove the sheet from the patient. Now,
let's have a look at your arm. One, two, three hard bumps under
the skin; all your medication is in place. Good. Your genital
region has been thoroughly depilated. That's good. Let's have
the leg supports in place bedside, that's right. Be sure they're
locked securely. Good. Ready to lift his legs? All right then, lift
up, and over, right over now. You will experience some
discomfort, Sir, as you are bent back. That's right, bend him
back, legs right over the top of his head. Take that pillow out
from under his head now. Careful with his neck. All right, he's
fine that way. Secure his legs down in the supports. Make those
straps snug now, he may struggle reflexively a bit when we begin
cutting . . . and how are you Sir? Don't try to speak, the
anesthetic won't let you sound intelligible anyway. It's funny that
way. The position may seem awkward to you, and even
dangerous or frightening, but we' ve neutered thousands of
fellows in this position, and we've found that it actually improves
their spinal health. I hope you don't feel silly with your ass up in
the air like this, but we're all professionals here, and we'll do
away with your genitals much easier this way. Hand me down
the hose. Thank you. You see Sir, this large, white hose that
runs up to the ceiling has all the surgical equipment inside it to do
the job. This probe that extends down from the side of the hose,
goes into your anus to locate, and stabilize the hose, and helps to
monitor the operation. You will feel it inflate inside you to keep
itself in place. I'll start the probe into your anus . . . vacuum on
the hose now please. Genitals entering the hose under suction,
probe entering the anus. So much easier than years ago. You
will feel the catheter entering your penis, Sir, the new anesthetic
only affects the sensation of pain itself, so you will feel everything
else. There, all in. Arm the machine please, and, activate --
now. You'll feel a tug on your organs, Sir, as they come off.
There, the indicator shows they're off . . . now cautery . . . cautery
. . . hmm, a bit more than I expected, but duly noted. All done.
Autoretract the hose please, and . . . perfect! Perfect job.
Catheter is flush with the wound, looks just right.
Congratulations, Sir, you are now a full eunuch, and entitled to all
the tax and other priveleges thereof. Congratulations! Please be
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My Eighteenth Birthday Present | TESTICLES | Went on a holiday and got castrated becuse I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. | I was born on the 26th December 1942. This was always a sore point
as I got the one present for my Christmas and my Birthday. In 1959
two mates and myself decided to go on a camping trip to an isolated
beach. The beach was called Turtle Cove, because at the peak tides
green backed turtles would come up above the high tide mark to lay
eggs. We arrived at the beach in an old utility on the 24th
December and set up a tent. All went well for two days, but on the
26th, which was a Saturday, I decided to have a look for turtles.
King tide was at 12.10 a.m. so I had a bit of a sleep and then went
looking. I started at about 11.00 p.m. and after about an hour and
a half I heard this grunting sound, and there was a turtle about
1.2 metres long coming up the beach. She came up over the high
tide mark then moved back a couple of times,then finally decided on
a spot to lay eggs. I watched as she dug the sand to make a hole,
then lay eggs. I was pretty excited and decided to go and tell my
mates. I had about a five minute walk. I had just gone a short
distance in the moonlight when someone shouted at me to stop. I
felt a bit uneasy, and this feeling got worse when another fellow
started shouting at me. I got frightened and started to run back to
the tent. I ran for a hundred yards or so when a fairly big fellow
came out and punched me. I was quite dizzy when they grabbed me
and carried me to a caravan with a lean-to. They took me inside
and there was this young girl all distressed and crying. As soon
as she saw me she started pointing and yelling and saying something
in a foreign language. The three men holding me started talking
and yelling in a foreign language. Then they dragged me over a
table, ripped my pants down and castrated me. They carried me out
and dumped me under a tree out near the beach. I passed out, then
woke about 5.00 a.m. covered in blood, and feeling very cold and
weak. I manaaged to stagger back to the tent and woke my mates.
They decided to take me to the nearest town to the ambulance.
We had come in an old utility and it wouldn't start. After
about an hour of trying they eventually got it going. It was a
three hour trip to the nearest town and when we got there the local
ambulance man was on holidays and the police station was unmanned
because the policeman was on holidays. It was a five hour drive to
the next largest town. By this time I didn't really have any
interest in what was happening. I ended up in a very efficient
hospital, and the next day I was interviewed by the police. It was
a bit annoying, because I got the impression that the police
thought it was a bit of a joke and I deserved what I got. About a
week later they took me back to the beach to try to find the people
who did it but there was no trace of them.
About three months later there was a rape at the same beach,
and the cuprit was caught immediately. He then confessed to the
police that he had raped a girl three months previously, and took
them to the spot where I had been castrated. The police then came
with a vengance and asked me all sorts of questions in an effort to
fine the culprits, but it was too late. The rapist got seven years
with a parole period after four and a half years. I got a life
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Guard Dog on Duty | GAY, TESTICLES | A chance meeting at a leather bar leads to a unique castration. | ` Guard Dog on Duty `
by Allen Baker
During our first talk when I met him at the bar, John told me he had a mixed
breed dog at home. I stood a step below this burly, leather-clad top as he
keyed open the door to his three-story brownstone. The sign in the window read
"Guard Dog on Duty". The rasping sound of the key in the door lock attracted
the beast's attention. The scurrying sound of paws on bare wood floor
accompanied the howling and growling of a beast inside. The noise was low and
intensely deep and resonant. I expected a big beast, but what pounded on his
master was a total shock.
This was definitely a dog. But a man-made one. A man-dog in the bondage/slave
leather tradition of the term. An enslaved captive with no other purpose than
to satisfy his master. Worship his master. Obey his master. As a submissive, I
had experience in such play, but this was different. This wasn't play. This
was for keeps.
The boy/dog's face was youthful and full of devotion as it lapped at the
master's palm in greeting. But it had been altered. The nose surgically
reconfigured into a snout. The ears elongated and pointed. The body had been
altered, too. I had read of such things, mostly fantasy, but had never
expected to actually see it. The legs and arms had been amputated just below
the knees and elbows. The stumps had been fitted with leather paws that
sported carved bone claws. The dog had indeed been neutered as well. This was
disconcerting to say the least. But the two features that freaked me most were
the fur pelt and the tail. Some very talented, expensive surgeon had somehow
equipped this mutt with a new hide of dark brown fur/hair that covered all but
its face, stomach, and groin. And the tail was actually wagging in delight at
having its master home.
"Down, boy, down. This is Darwin. Well, boy, how do you greet our guest?" The
boy/dog obediently sniffed then licked at my outstretched hand. Then he
nuzzled in to give my crotch a friendly sniff. Then he sat back on his
haunches and beat his tail loudly against the floor and panted in a friendly
manner. His tongue lulled out the side of his elongated mouth. His canines had
been augmented in length, and all the teeth had been shaped to points. I just
stared at the surgically modified tongue. It hung a good five inches over the
side of his chin. It pulsed with the mutts panting and dripped a puddle of dog
drool onto the floor. I'm sure I must have given a very impolite gawk, but
it's not every day that one sees the like of this.
John laughed at my response. "He definitely has that effect on people the
first time. He's really quite tame, unless provoked or unless I order him to
attack. Ok, boy, I'll come feed you."
Quick as a flash, the dog scampered down the hall and turned into an archway
at the rear. "Come have a beer," John said over his shoulder as he led the way
down the hall and into the kitchen. John handed me a beer and grabbed a large
can from the cupboard. The whir of the can opener was attended by the pungent
odor of dog food. The dog pranced impatiently as John emptied the contents
into a dog dish. My stomach cramped a little as i watched the hound chow down
on the noxious mixture. "Bet you're thirsty, too, boy." John picked up the
other bowl from the floor and unzipped. Soon the pungent odor of liquid gold
fought with the smell of the canned food. John set the slightly steaming bowl
onto the floor. The dog greedily lapped at its master's fluid.
John chatted about everyday things, but I hardly could concentrate. I was
looking at his face, but my mental attention was on the creature at our feet.
Soon its bowl was empty and he padded to the back door and whined. Without
interrupting his monologue, John held the door open. The dog ran out into the
small fenced-in area behind the house. Past John's shoulder, I could see it
squat and shit. It turned and sniffed its own poop and then raced back into
the kitchen.
"Let's head down to my playroom." John patted my rump and scratched the dog
behind the ears. "Ever been fucked by a dog?"
"Ah, no," I stuttered, finding it disconcerting that John talked as if this
were truly an animal with no higher intelligence or will of its own. But at
the same time, I found myself being strangely aroused by this unique
experience. At the bottom of the steps, John opened a padlocked room, and the
dog skirted in ahead of him. It was an S/M's paradise dream!. Every instrument
of torment and bondage conceivable hung from the pegboard walls. There were
bondage tables and crosses in the center of the room along with a leather
sling dangling from the ceiling.
"Well, don't just stand there. Strip. I'm in charge in this room, and I expect
obedience from both of you."
I eagerly did as I was told, excited that the games were finally beginning.
Master John, pushed me to my knees in front of his unzipped jeans. He hauled
out his thickening meat and pushed it into my mouth. I saw him snap his
fingers at the dog and point behind me. Suddenly, I felt a long tongue slobber
across my left ass cheek. It labored along and across my crack to cover the
right one, too. Then it slithered down the crack itself and I was suddenly
moaning as Master's dick slid in and out of my throat. That tongue! That
marvelous, long, talented tongue! I'd never felt the like of it. It rimmed and
twisted and swirled. It curled and dipped. And finally insinuated its way
inside. Deep inside. It felt like a rubbery, come-alive dildo. It explored the
sides and depths of my inside. It poked and prodded and pushed at my prostate.
I didn't touch myself, but a steady stream of pre-goo slithered out my piss
slit and threaded its way to the floor. I hummed around the thick dick that
stretched my mouth. I loved it.
Master John pulled out and strapped me on my back on the table. He harnessed
my ankles and tied them off far apart and pointed to ceiling. My exposed
crotch and ass were at the edge of the table. He placed a platform on the
floor at that end. "Hop up there boy." The dog obeyed. Then it stood on its
hind legs and moved between my own. Its front paws landed on my shoulders
about the time as its rigid dog dick arrowed into my asshole. We both yelped:
me in pain and he in pleasure. It was wild to look up into that face
surrounded by fur and feel the indentations its nails were making in my
shoulder muscles. It lapped at my face, slobbered onto my nose and eyelids. It
playfully nipped at my earlobe. And all the while kept up a steady pounding
into my anal pleasure tube.
Master John watched for a short time, then stepped behind the dog and nailed
it with his hard dick. The dog yelped again, but only increased his fuck pace,
impaling himself with his master's cock on each withdrawal from my ass. Soon,
Master John withdrew and pulled the dog away with a yank on its collar. He
pointed to a corner. "Sit!"
The dog whimpered, but pulled its tail between its legs and obeyed.
Master retied me face down over a low wooden frame. My knees were spread wide
on the floor, and my ass and crotch were totally vulnerable. Master kneeled
behind me and began to fuck my ass in earnest. He snapped his fingers again,
and the dog quickly joined us. I was surprised to see it roll onto its back
and slither under the frame. And then that fabulous tongue caressed my cock.
It wrapped around it and jacked it. It bathed my balls with dog saliva. It was
heaven. I was beginning to pant right along with the animal.
"Well, boy, think we can come together? Getting close?"
I couldn't answer other than to nod my head.
"Good, cause I'm about ready to shoot. And watch that dog's cock. The only
time he shoots is when I tell him he can suck on a guy's balls. Get ready,
cause this is the ultimate experience of your life."
He kept pumping and prodding my hot button deep inside. The dog's tongue
lapped at my balls, and I felt them begin to pull up for a boiling climax.
"Oh, now!" I shouted. "I'm there, I'm gonna shoot!"
I began to spout and everything else happened really fast. My ass milked
Master John. He began to roar. "Okay, boy, eat those nuts!"
My cock lurched again as that hot canine mouth engulfed my sack and sucked my
balls deep into its throat. I watched in fascination as a thick river of dog
seed spouted out of the end of that hairy dick. And then I screamed as the dog
did as ordered. Those sharpened teeth chomped down on my bag again and again
until i felt it mauled totally free of my crotch. The dog wriggled away from
me and sat up. I watched in shocked horror as it did its Master's bidding. It
chewed and swallowed and did indeed eat my balls!
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Castration Quickie Three | TESTICLES, TEASE | A rewrite of a fantasy sent me by a female penpal. \"Schoolgirls\" dancing in a circle. Snip! Snip! | ` What a dream! I and a handful of my female friends, dressed like naughty
schoolgirls-in bright white blouses and scandalously short skirts, our hair
done up in pigtails-we danced in a circle around a handsome man. We giggled
and laughed like little girls and touched ourselves and each other. `
The man wore only his birthday suit and he enjoyed our bouncing breasts and
the occasional flash of panties or shaved pussy lips or bare buttocks. His
cock had completely hardened when we began to sing: "Ring around the rosie,
pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down."
As we continued to dance, each woman took a turn dancing into the center of
the circle to tease the man. She might pout her lips and fondle herself, or
lift up her skirt and shimmy her hips or shake her ass. We all stripped as we
danced, unbuttoning and discarding our blouses and skirts. He found our
performance so engrossing that he didn't notice the light catching on our
metal implements. Some of us wore daggers on our supple thighs. Others wore
scissors hanging from our necks, dangling between our breasts.
We continued to sing to the same melody, but the lyrics changed. Our sexy
display must have so enchanted him that he didn't notice until it was too
late. I could see a pearl of precum glistening on the pisshole of his handsome
cock. I danced into the center of the circle and ran my finger along the
shaft, gathering the clear drop on my finger. He shivered as I touched the
bead to my tongue and savored the alkaline saltiness. The lyrics rang in my
ears as I cuddled his scrotum in my palm: "Ring around the rosie, pockets full
of posies . . ." His erection held his dick out the way. I gazed into his eyes
and witnessed his expression change from bliss to terror as awareness struck
him simultaneously with my scissors: "Snip one, snip two, no more nuts for
you-hoo." The song rang sweet and true.
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James' New Career, Part 1 | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | James was out of luck and out of work until he saw a job for a security guard. The job was more than he ever expected. | For James, it started out as just another day but, then he remembered that it
was the 10th
anniversary of his new life. He would spend the rest of the day working the
baths around dozens of
beautiful women. And, for James it would be just another day at work.
James had been a star college football player. He was 6'4" and about 250
pounds of muscle.
Girls of all sizes, shapes and colors draped themselves all over him. He was a
shoo-in for a big pro
football contract.
That all ended the day he injured his knee in practice. He got to keep his
scholarship, but the
idea of pro football was over. And, when his scholarship ran out a few months
later, he was out. No
money, no college degree and no real education. He had majored in sex, beer
and football. Now,
he had no future and little hope. That is until he saw an advertisement for an
overseas security job.
He went to the office for an interview. A middle eastern man behind the desk
looked him up
and down, then invited him to sit down. "The job requires guarding my
employer's most valuable
property. It has a five-year contract and pays $200,000 per year. During the
contract term, you will
work seven days a week and all of your needs will be taken care of. The money
will be paid in a lump
sum at the end, tax free." And, he could renew the contract if he wanted.
It sounded like a good deal. When James pressed the man, all he got were vague
answers
about his duties. The only straight answer was: "We are paying a lot of money
for your services.
You will have to make great sacrifices in this job but the money may make them
worth it to you."
A million bucks, tax free for five years work, double that for 10. He could be
financially set
for life. James took the job and signed a long contract written in
intelligible language. He would
regret not reading it.
After that, things happened quickly. Within days, he been given a physical and
got his
passport and visas. Then, he was in a first class seat on a flight to the
middle east. He was met at
the airport and driven in a Mercedes limousine into the desert. After a couple
of hours, he saw a huge
palace in the distance. A short time later, the limousine pulled through a
gate and stopped. He was
met by a tall black man in robes. "Welcome to our home," the man said. "Follow
me inside and I
will explain your duties."
The interior of the palace was incredibly luxurious. There was marble
everywhere. It was
hout outside but the air conditioning made the inside almost uncomfortably
cool. The place was
designed to impress and it did. He followed the man into an office with a
large desk.
"I am Isaac, the chief black eunuch," the man said after offering James a
seat. "It isn't often
that we get an American volunteering to work for me, but I am glad to have
you."
"What!" James shouted. "I didn't volunteer to have my balls cut off. I signed
on to guard
the employer's most valuable property. I want out of here."
Isaac looked at him for a minute. "First, you did volunteer to become a
eunuch. It's in your
contract. Second, you will be guarding his most valuable property, his harem.
And, third, as you
probably do not know, there are two kinds of eunuchs. There are white eunuchs
who guard the
outside of the palace and who act as servants and assistants to the sheik.
They are just deballed to
ensure their loyalty. And, they never enter the harem. You will see two at the
entrance, but they
never go inside.
"Because you are black like me, you will work inside the harem. And, just like
me and all other
black eunuchs, you will be clean shaven. Everything is going to be removed,"
Isaac explained.
James jumped out of his chair. "There's no fuckin' way I'm going to let you do
that. I'm
leaving," he shouted.
"It's not so easy," Isaac said. "In this country, breach of contract with the
sheik is a capital
offense. He could have your head instead of your manhood removed if you
refuse. And, if he decided
to kick you out, it's a long, dry walk back to the city. By the way, if you
don't have a ticket home,
you will be arrested as a vagrant and tossed into jail until you buy one. You
really don't have much
of a choice, do you. It's your cock and balls or your head."
As James was taking it all in, two large white men dressed in robes and
carrying swords
entered the room and stood, one on each side of the door. "Go with them, we
may as well get the
surgery over with now, don't you think?" Isaac remarked calmly. "After a
while, you won't miss your
package and after all, you agreed to if for $1 million. And, oh, yes, the
guards with you are eunuchs.
They just have something left to pass water"
He walked out of the room with one guard in front and the other following him.
They walked
through several doors, then went down a plain corridor that was obviously for
the staff, not the owner.
Finally, they walked into a well-equipped medical clinic. For the first time,
one of the guards spoke:
"Go into the next room, take a shower and come back here," the man said in a
thick east european
accent.
A few minutes later, James came out. He had a towel around his waist. One of
the guards
grabbed it. James stood naked. The reality of what was about to happen
suddenly hit him. He was
about to have his penis and balls cut off.
"Yeah, it is a big step and it will be worse for you than it was for us. All
we lost was our balls.
When our contracts are up, we can take our $500,000 and get hormone treatment.
For you, well,
that's not a real option," the head guard said. "Now, lay down on the table."
James didn't have a choice. He lay down and his arms were strapped to the
table. Then, his
legs were placed in stirrups and strapped in. His manhood was exposed and in
the air. Then, a man
in a white coat came in.
"Relax. I am Dr. Saud. I was trained in the United States and I am a board
certified
urologist," he said. "Once, the death rate from this surgery was very high,
but I've never lost a
patient. It's fairly simple surgery." Dr. Saud sat on a stool and rolled it
between James's legs. He
began feeling James' balls and penis.
I'll give you a local. The surgery requires several stitches and you will have
a catheter for a
few weeks while you heal but you should be fine. It does seem such a shame to
cut off such a nice set
but that's what I'm paid for," he said. "After a few months, you won't miss
them. It will be like they
were never there." The doctor then gave James a sedative that would relax him
but he would stay
awake.
Within a few minutes, James was floating on a valium cloud. It was dreamy but
he would
remember everything. "For centuries, my predecessors just had the candidate
held down, then they
took everything with a single slice of a special blade. I think it was
barbaric. Now, we do it
painlessly," the doctor said.
The doctor go a surgery set and injected James with a local. Within a few
minutes, he was
numb. Then, the doctor got to work. James felt some pulling but that was all.
"First, we cut off the
scrotum as far up as I can and sew it up," the doctor said to the guards.
"It's the same surgery I did
for you two last year." A few seconds later, James's balls and sack were in a
metal tray.
James could "feel" as much as hear the stitches. Then he saw the doctor had
his penis in his
hands. "We have to take it as close to the abdomen as possible. The sheik
doesn't want even a nub
left." With that, the doctor reached for a scalpel and began working.
Suddenly, James knew. He had
been neutered. But, because of the tranquilizer, it didn't seem real.
It seemed like forever for the doctor to complete the surgery. After a while,
it was over and
a gurney was brought to the side of the table. James was released and slid
onto the gurney. He was
taken to a hospital room and put into bed and his hands were restrained. "It's
so you won't mess with
the bandages," the doctor said.
For the first few days, James had his meals brought to him by an older woman
nurse. She fed
him, gave him sponge baths, changed his bandages and gave him valium. She
never said a word and
was careful that he didn't see himself while the bandages were changed. Twice
a day, the doctor
checked in.
After a week, the doctor removed the bandages and catheter and let him out of
bed. It was
time for a first shower. James was still sore and a bit sleepy from the drugs
as he walked to the
shower. He lathered up and when he reached between his legs, the reality of
the situation hit him.
"It won't do you any good to dwell on what was," the doctor told James as he
removed the
stitches. "Concentrate on what can and will be."
Within a couple of days, James started training for his new career: harem
guard.
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SouthAmeriCannibalism | WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, EXTREME / DEATH / DISMEMBERMENT | Thanks to her “exposure” on eunuch.org, CB is now a contract journalist exclusively reporting “Lifestyles of the Richly Bizarre.” This preliminary dispatch comes from a top-shelf “pony farm” somewhere in the southern hemisphere | ` * * * * * `
Coke is the export. Cocks are the import.
* * * * *
Twenty-four faces. Some smiling, some laughing, some grimacing, some contorted
in so much fierce agony that only death can follow.
In fact, all 24 faces are already dead. And their distinct and disturbing
expressions are frozen for eternity.
This, in a way then, is their immortality.
They got this way because they wanted it this way. All 24 disembodied heads
are preserved in taxidermic perfection. All expressions preserve the pinnacle
of their erotic-toxic perfucktion.
* * * * *
I was blindfolded when first led into the teak-paneled chamber. I had been
blindfolded ever since I boarded the private Lear out of Rio.
I had no idea where I was, other than the ride was not long enough to have
taken me out of the continent. Based on the demeanor of the demented who met
me after my commercial flight from Toronto touched down, I assumed I was going
to be spending some quality time with the cartel crowd.
* * * * *
Light, at last. It was a dark night outside, but the teak chamber was torch-
lit throughout with flickering flames of fire.
It had that real chamber-of-horrors look. Even before I caught sight of
anything to be horrified about.
The demented left the room and clanked the big door shut behind them. I
noticed bars on the windows and I heard the door bolt slide locked, but I was
not alone in this eerie cell.
But I was the only one still alive.
It was like the most expensive and ornate museum room I had ever been in. My
24 companions were magnificently displayed along the walls and counter-height
tables. They were mounted on wood plaques with engraved gold labels.
Each had a crystal clear glass dome as their see-through coffin. Each dome had
a wooden knob on top, seeming to coax the viewer to lift the coffin lid for an
even better view.
Beneath each head was a closed wooden cabinet, but fronted in clear glass and
made as richly tasteful as the rest of the chamber.
I could see documents, photographs and videotapes in the cabinets. Some also
had assorted body parts that had also received a taxidermist’s TLC.
Hands. Nipples. Whole breasts. Cock heads. Testicle sacs. Whole cock-and-ball
statues, and beautifully erect.
If I still had one, my cock would have gone to permanent attention too.
Even without a cock though, a feeling of arousal is still strong in a place
like this. I took my time.
The cabinets were not locked. I lifted every dome and examined every document.
I noticed that there were plenty of empty domes and empty cabinets. I figured
at least 48 more could join us at these head tables.
I also noticed a darkened room off to the side, with a couple of comfortable
chairs and a big HDTV.
I watched every tape.
I learned every story.
I saw the bodies cum and the heads come off.
I saw life come and go.
I saw things other than heads come off. And usually before the life had come
and gone.
I saw the kinky taxidermists in action.
I saw beautiful naked women in face masks carving and eating cocks and balls.
I saw smiling naked men gladly having those cocks and balls wrapped tight at
the bases so they could be cooked alive.
Basted. Broiled. Boiled. Charcoal-roasted.
Sometimes those beautiful non-boneless boner stakes were even burned at the
stake.
And the faces of the meat donors always began with a smile.
And like I said before, many also ended with a smile, but the spectrum of
preserved expression ranged from ultimate happiness to ultimate horror.
Just the way they wanted it.
Their signatures were on the documents. Their begging-for-torture voices were
on tape.
* * * * *
It may have been hours, it may have been days, when the demented returned.
Time was irrelevant, I had been so absorbed with the ghoulish stories and
ghoulish souvenirs of my 24 new friends.
I wasn’t tired and was glad to find it was party time.
The rest of the mansion was just as ornate as the chamber, but it was a lot
more lively.
I was given a party menu. It listed available rooms with a full array of sex a
la carte.
I chose the roomful of naked black men with clean-shaven cocks that loved to
be sucked. I was so hungry, I needed mouthfuls of cum.
As I drained them and drank them, my own energy eventually drained and I
needed sleep.
One of the most beautiful of the black men escorted me to an elegant bedroom
with a king-size four-poster prepped and ready for us to snuggle together.
As he held me close, I felt his great cock harden again against my spooned
bare ass.
As I dozed into a blissful sleep, my lover du jour whispered in my ear.
“For breakfast, my cock is yours. I chose you for my ultimate fantasy. It will
be so wonderful to watch you cook and consume my huge cock and balls. With
your help, my smiling face will be number 25.”
* * * * *
_CB
will be
back
sometime
with
the rest of the story
and
the rest of the stories. _
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Rub You Down! | STRAIGHT | For Adult Entertainment only.<BR><BR>I love You and Happy Birthday to me! | ` Dim the lights.
Light the candles.
Turn on the romantic music.
Break out the oils... 'cause I'm about to RUB YOU DOWN!
Humming softly to the music, I hold a bottle of oil just above the candle to
deepen it's warmth.
I look deeply into your eyes and return a teasing smile. Letting the oil run
into my hands, and rubbing them together, I allow the friction to intensify
the warmth of the oil, I lean forward to reach out with my heated touch and
place my hands flat across your shoulders. Using only my thumbs I trace upward
from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, then up the back of your neck. With
small, tight circles I increase the pressure on your relaxing muscles. I can
feel the tension drain from your body as you release first a sigh and then a
soft moan. Working my hands in a downward spiral, I use the heels of my palms
to tenderly massage your shoulders, then down the length of your spine.
Your tender skin absorbs the oils.
It is time to apply more - this time directly onto your back. You jump
slightly as the warmth of the oil startles you... and then quickly return to
the comfortable nest of the pillows resting beneath you. In time, your back is
glistening with a combination of anticipatory perspiration and oil.
I lean back, pull my hair from my face, and blow softly across your back,
sending a sensual chill up your spine.
My smile broadens as yet another soft moan escapes your lips.
I pour more oil in the small of your back, and you shiver again. My hands move
the oil over your cheeks, and between your thighs. You shiver again as my oily
hands fondle your testicles. Your scrotum tightens and squirms and softly
juggles your own nuts for you as I gently pull and tug and stretch your sack
and fondle its tender contents.
I re-oil, and concentrate on the back of your thighs. Slowly teasing my way
back to the softly flexing jewel sack. I work it some more and the soft skin
relaxes and stretches and now your 'boys' are resting on the side of the
pillow well below your hips.
I lean over, letting my hair tickle your thighs and blow on the 'boys.' They
squirm and react and your nasty little scrotum tries to pull them back into
your body. Yet the room is warm, and as I gently fondle and oil them again,
they swing low, and I see that their one eyed companion is filling and pushing
against the soft pillow.
I reach under the bed for the shiny chromed instrument....
After only a slight hesitation,I place my tongue at the base of your spine and
in one smooth motion, lick all the way up until I reach your neck, as my body
leans forward to rest upon your back. I am sure you can feel my erect nipples.
There is a loud click and the smallest of scrunches as the handles close.
This time your moan is not so subtle. And your fully erect member thrusts as
if to penetrate the pillow under your hips, while the shinny, tightly clamped,
burdizzo follows the thrusting movement of your now so small and tightened
little jewel bag. Tightly clamped to the now dying contents of your scrotum.
All is silent, except for your staggered breathing as your manhood ends.
I blow out the candles...
I love You and Happy Birthday to me!
* * *
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Dwindling Options | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | The High Priest plots to end the dynasty\'s rule. | ` Dwindling Options `
by Allen Baker
It wasn't until the floor started to very slowly move beneath my bare feet
that I began to discern the High Priest's diabolical intent. How long did I
have? My life was at stake. My realm was in jeopardy. And that wasn't all.
* * * * *
For centuries, my dynasty and the priests had vied for a delicate balance of
influence over our people. At various times, my ancestors had exerted the
controlling force. In other eras, it had been the priests who had pressed
themselves into influence over the people. And so our culture had swayed
between the two forces, and the overall balance achieved had propelled our
people into prominence over our neighbors. We are the dominant culture – the
rulers.
But the current High Priest who came to power during my father's rule was a
cruelly ambitious man. When y father mysteriously died leaving me, his only
son, on the throne, the High Priest outwardly smiled his blessing upon me.
Even at my young seventeen years, I had never seen a smile I distrusted more.
It has taken less than two years from my crowning to prove me correct.
Earlier today I found myself fleeing through the back stairs and halls of my
palace pursued by his guards. Where were my guards? Were they still alive? It
wasn't long before I was cornered, stripped and bound, and brought here to
this sub-cellar chamber of the temple.
He took his time coming to me, letting me contemplate my doom. The words
shouted from my lips as soon as he entered. "You won't get away with this!
Even you will not escape the wrath of the people when they learn you have
slain me!" My words dripped with rage.
He stood placidly looking down at my nudeness. Then a faint smile flickered
about the corner of his mouth as he spoke. "I have no intention of slaying
you. I'm here only to offer you choices." He nodded to the guards who quickly
pulled me to my feet. They wrestled my defenseless body to the side wall where
a short wooden ledge extended from the carved rock wall at crotch level. One
of the guards grabbed my genitals splayed them across the flat wood surface.
Another centered a large metal spikes on the head of my rod and hammered at
it. Pain flashed through me as he continued to attach me fast to the ledge.
Then he took two more spikes. I watched in horror as he attacked first the
left then the . right orb, and with the same technique nailed them fast to the
plank. With my hands still bound behind me, I had no means to protect nor
comfort my male prides.
The High Priest's final words slowly penetrated my pain. "You have choices.
You can remain here and die a slow painful death. Or you can cut yourself
free." One of his men placed a sharp blade in my hand. The High Priest grinned
as they all left.
I had just begun to maneuver the blade to cut through the rope bindings when I
felt the first movement under my feet. Looking over my shoulder, I could see
the floor inching away from the far wall. How long did I have before it
disappeared beneath my feet? What lay below? Frantically I sawed at my ropes.
Suddenly they dropped away. My hands were free!
But I was still a prisoner, held in place by very secure metal piercing my
throbbing manhood. And that's when his evil plan truly struck me. I didn't
have time to wait for the floor to reach my feet. The door arch was only
halfway along the front wall. To escape, I had only one or two minutes before
the moving floor put it out of my reach.
No time to think of plot. No time to plan or hope. Only time to act. And only
one action to take. Quickly, with fumbling fingers, I tightly tied a strand of
the rope around the base of my cock and balls. A quick glance at the door
showed I had only moments left. I watched the trembling blade as it severed me
forever from the three joys of my existence. I had leaped through the opening
and dropped in a heap in the hallway before the pain hit.
In a red blur, I realized the High Priest had devised a truly ingenious plot.
If I had died, our laws would have found he had not killed me. He also knew
that our culture accepted self-castration as an acceptable means to a celibate
life. But no castrato was allowed to reign. Either way, he figured he was
ending the dynasty, leaving a vacuum that he was all to willing to fill.
I smiled through my agonizing ache. He obviously had not learned from his
spies my closely guarded secret. I had already married and fathered a son. He
couldn't know yet, or his demented plan would have been fruitless. My son
would be declared ruler now. And I would serve as his regent until he reach
the age of manhood.
I struggled to my feet. Now to exit the temple and round up some of my
faithful soldiers. Once out, I would see that the High Priest was unmasked for
his treachery. I would exact my vengeance. I stumbled along, plotting its
means. Perhaps I would place him in the room I had just escaped. Perhaps.
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Master Santino--The Arena Part 3 | GAY | A night of public contests takes place with the loser(s) becomes a eunuch. | ` Part 2 ends with the following. `
Titus once again stood naked in the center of the arena. “There will be a five
minute rest. Freedom Nuts--your nuts will remain tied but the hooks will be
relaxed a little. Water will also be provided.” With that, a rumble in the
walls happened and all the hooks rose a little. Titus turned and left.
Part 3.
As the break started a flurry of activity took place throughout THE ARENA. On
the top level the rich and powerful men played with the guests they had
brought or slaves provided. A few screams echoed throughout the building as
asses were plowed or balls tortured.
Master Santino was also on the move. He quickly donned a black leather jock
with silver studs and moved down to the arena floor. (Note: There is change in
the design of the arena that was described in Part 1. The Freedom Nuts are
only on three sides. Still 24 of them but the fourth side is a solid wall with
doors that open allowing entry to the floor. )
Master Santino entered the floor and went slowly around the room, inspecting
the cock and balls of each Freedom Nut. He would look into the eyes of the Nut
and then let his eyes wander down to the cock and balls on his side of the
wall. Slowly his hand would raise to cup the defenseless balls and he would
massage them a little. Some of the guys would try to pull away, some would
thrust against him, but most just accepted the hand. Many had been through
this before. Master Santino would then grip the cock, peal the foreskin back,
if necessary, and rub his finger against the cockhead. His eyes would then
rise again to look the Nut in the eye and then he would smile. It was very
unnerving to the bound boys as each one was now sure that he was one of the
ones to be enslaved this day. But as he moved on to the next cock and balls
the previous cock was hard and leaking with its owner unable to do anything
about it. At the third boy Master Santino frowned and then untied the balls
and then retied them. They had been tied a little too tight and were turning
cold. He did not want them injured this way. He also made sure that each boy
got some water to drink.
Caleb had been through this ten times. He was a regular Freedom Nut and had
not missed a night since his first. He enjoyed the action and knew that there
was no way that he would be chosen. As Master Santino cupped his balls he
thrust forward, giving even more access to his jewels. “Master Santino, Is my
luck going to continue?” He got a smile in return. “Maybe Caleb, I know the
hooks have already been set but don’t know which ones they are. However if you
aren’t chosen look me up at the party and we will see if we can’t take care of
these balls.” He handled the balls as if he were measuring them. Caleb decided
that he would not be back. Ten times was enough. That is if he survived the
night.
While this was happening the two boys from his suite had been moved down and
bound spread-eagle against the fourth wall. He would be showing the crowd what
would be the main event next time. He believed in marketing. When he was about
halfway around the Nuts, an unearthly scream resounded, cutting through the
entire arena. All eyes looked to the luxury box where the sound came from and
the eyes followed the flight of bloody balls as they were thrown from the box.
They fell to the floor and landed with a splat on the sandy floor. There was
now another eunuch in the building. There was lot of asses that clenched at
that moment and the Nut that Master Santino was inspecting at that moment
fainted. He slumped in his spot but his cock and balls stayed put. A cup of
water in his face quickly revived him and once again he got the Master Santino
smile. He nearly fainted again.
Finally he was done with the 24 Nuts and moved back to the enter of the
square. Quickly the place became quiet. “Gentlemen, please direct your
attention to the two young men bound before you. Next week at Freedom Night
these two will battle to see which one will be free and which one will be
unmanned. ” He then went over to the worker slaves and asked a couple of
questions and gave some instructions.
A eunuch went to each bound man and quickly brought each one to a full
erection. As the cocks rose the balls were exposed to all. The hands continued
to stroke the cocks. “Please pay attention. You are about to see the last cum
for these two. After they cum tonight they will not be allowed to cum until
next week and then only one of them. For one of them this will be the last
time he will shoot his cum.” The thought finally got into the head of the two
and it was but a couple of seconds that they moaned and then thrust their
cocks forward and shot their seed onto the arena floor. The crowd cheered It
was the last they would shoot and they looked longingly as the seed
disappeared into the sand. The balls from the third level new eunuch were
still on the floor and the two also looked at them. They shivered.
Caleb once again changed his mind. If he was not chosen tonight, he would be
back. He just had to see those two battle. Daniel felt ashamed that the entire
group has seen him fucked and cum was still dripping from his ass. Josh was
happy that he was in the spot he was in. No way would they take another one
from this spot. Each of the Freedom Nuts was undergoing different feeling but
all of the cocks were hard and they wished that they could stroke them. But
that would have to wait for the party afterwards.
It was now time for the main event and the two contestants were led from the
back. Master Santino made a motion with his hand and the rumble sounded in the
wall and the hooks tighened down the balls of the Freedom Nuts.
End Part 3-- Part 4 will bring Main event and the enslavement of which two of
the Freedom Nuts.
Comments and suggestions welcomed. ([email protected])
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A painful experience | TESTICLES, Other: BALLCRUSHING | THREE GIRLS CRUSH A MAN'S Testicles | A painful experience
Approximately three weeks ago had we, my colleagues and I, a training
course in South Germany. This training course extended over three
days and was actually much exerting. The users came from completely
Germany, did not know each other among themselves not and were male
except for three exceptions all. I am 29 years old, of large, slim
Statur and have dark-blond, very briefly cut hair on the last day,
briefly before conclusion of the meeting, arranged we that we together
meet all still a beverage in the nearby tavern. Only the girls did
not want to come. Since I only on the next day leave wanted, I looked
forward already much to learn to know other colleagues from other
addresses once. Thus we sat in Grueppchen together, maintained us and
drank also or other beer. And there see, against eleven o'clock came
the three ladies in most omitted tendency into our restaurant and
associated without each shyness or strain with us! One of the girls,
it is called Claudia is 25 years old and has blond, short hair, sat
down directly beside me. Claudia carried a modern, black and very
short dress as well as kneel for a long time black boots. Sabine, 32
years old, shoulder-long, smooth, blond hair with a slim Statur and
not surveyable sumptuous chests sat me opposite. It carried costume
from a black, kneel-long skirt, for black jacket, white point blouse
and elegant black pumps. Renate is 38, has darkens and is enough
brown hair and possesses a normal Statur. It carries like Claudia
short dress however in blue and carries plateau plateau-Sandalen,
which are open. Their toes are red painted.
The merry omittingness of the three ladies stuck on us all, so that we
had a bombige tendency. Some time later, it was already after
midnight said good-bye gradually most colleagues. Since I had still
already some beers intus and be enough for travel on the next day
before me had, I decided to discharge also me. This resolution was
taken up with general regret, since by the formerly large round then
only five persons would remain remaining. When rising the desk fell
my view of the window of Claudia, which even sat easily prevented. I
could look it literarily up to the antinode bulge navel, which excited
me very strongly, since I was already sexually strained by the omitted
tendency and the presence of the three good-looking Mrs. eh '. Sabine
noticed means view and the effect which it on me had. It smiled,
pressed with both hands its sumptuous bosom gibt's more to get upward
and more sagte:"Hier ". Which I was surprised, was very embarrassing
me and I withdrew myself quite fast.
When leaving the Schankraumes I saw from the eye angles like the three
ladies violently together tuschelten. I had fetched myself and wanted
even at the rezeption mine room keys the elevator to my room floor to
enter, when Claudia behind me came and pressed themselves also into
the elevator. There I was now with my desire and this pretty young
woman alone in the elevator! I asked it whether she would have her
room on the same floor. Claudia druckste a bischen around and said
themselves then that it me would find very sweet, I was pleasant their
and whether I do not want to drink still with it a Glae sparkling wine
on your room! Me became schwindelig. I could not believe at all,
what to me my ears transmitted there. But heated up and courageously
by the alcohol I assured.
We went thus into their room, drank the sparkling wine, kissed us and
I stroked their young, stand-end and fixed chests by the dress. It
smiled, kissed me and asked themselves, I was to undress. In the
meantime still another bottle sparkling wine would get you. This
direct type surprised me somewhat, but since Claudia apparently very
exactly knew which it wanted, I took me off thus completely and put on
the bed. The room was simply however in good taste furnished, and
pleasantly indirectly lights up. The blue, heavy
curtains were tightened.
Approximately five minutes later I heard like room door opened and
someone the space entered. Suddenly were all three women before me
and before I could do or say something, Renate and Claudia per a leg
packed, pulled me from the bed and spread me so far her could before
Sabine. I was complete perplex and knew neither like me occurred, nor
which I should say. I saw its trembling bosom their blond smile high
at Sabine, saw its panties under the skirt. " we become you an
experience prepare that you so fast again does not forget. " she
said, and set her black ones pumps on my soft parts. Frightened and I
saw at the same time fascinated like her mine to Penis aside shift and
the testicles in the bag with the sole and the paragraph back and
forth shift. " which intend you? " I ask fearfully and at the same
time fascinated. " " Sabine says harsch and rams with the sole on my
bag. The pain does not come first at all, then however violently.
Claudia and Renate laugh hoehnisch and hold me, while Sabine puts on
the radio. " if it becomes louder " says it smiling and selects a
classical period sender. It runs wagner, like suitably. Then it
places before me and rams themselves and kickt determines dutzenmal
into my testicles. I cry, it feel on as if me entrails was pulled
out. When it diminishes and the pain ebbs somewhat, it plays with the
Schuhpitze with my testicles. With the fact I see that the testicles
and the bag are already strongly swollen.
Then Sabine places itself breitbeinig over means heading, pulls up the
skirt somewhat, shifts its panties aside and sits down on my face. "
taste times!"sagt it thereby and laugh from Renate and Claudia sounds
now to something absorbed. My nose is its humidity into Sabines Anus
beschmiert my chin. Sabine rides rule quite on my face. Suddenly I
notice, how she accesses, into her fist takes my testicles and at the
same time as also changing pulls and squeezes. That would not be so
bad actually, but the swollen testicles are now very sensitive. My
going owl is suffocated by Sabines step. I get almost no more air,
than she rises. Claudia and Renate release my legs. I am incapable
of something, look at the three women high and try to rise. I am even
on all four, when an unbelievable footstep from the rear meets me
again into the testicles. It was Renate, which course-step so
momentumful have. I noticed like their toes into my testicles pressed
myself. I much immediately again on the antinode bulge. Suddenly I
became more aware of, how Claudia nailed my testicles first with its
left boot to the soil, and me then the long, narrow paragraph of the
right in my Anus introduced. The three kicherten like school girls
and wanted to sink before shame in the soil.
Meanwhile the women themselves satisfied themselves. Sabine
sagte:"Wartet times, I have a Idee!"Sie got a stool, set me on it,
placed themselves before me, pulled my face into its meanwhile naked
lap and placed their to right foot on my testicles. " you become me
lick, to I come and zertrete I your eggegg eggs. But beforehand again
fun is haben."Claudia and Renate knieten themselves to my pages,
satisfied themselves and began to suck alternating at my Penis. This
scenario excited us madly. For a long time it could not last no more
with Sabine, since wound themselves and keuchte. By the movement it
had only the right however testicle under its foot, already rather
flat-pressed for it. There I had a lunatic Orgasmus and squirt my
sperm into Claudias mouth. Suddenly to through-twitch me a strong
pain. At the same time a dull/musty, pitschendes noise sounded.
Sabine was only with its right foot on the zermahlenen remainders my
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castration news | TESTICLES | castration news | Castration:
Sexually mature males are more aggressive than castrated males and
are more likely to injure themselves, other males! Intact males
present managerial problems that may include homosexual behavior,
incest and unwanted pregnancies. There are several methods used to
castrate . One of the nonsurgical procedures uses an instrument
called a burdizzo. This procedure requires the male to be restrained
as the specially designed tool is placed on the scrotum above the
testicles and is closed, crushing the spermatic cord. This action
severs the blood supply to the testicles causing them to degenerate.
The burdizzo requires skill to use properly, the procedure is slow
and may result in only partial castration. Post-castration
discomfort or pain from the use of the burdizzo is comparable to
other castration methods.
One other nonsurgical castration procedure uses a tool known as an
elastrator. Large, strong rubber bands are slipped over the
testicles and released on the scrotum above the testicles, stopping
the blood supply to the testicles. After several weeks, the
testicles and scrotum degenerate and separate from the body. Like
the other nonsurgical procedure, failures can occur if the rubber
band breaks or is not applied properly. Post-castration discomfort
is prolonged by this method.
Surgical removal of the testicles using sharp cutting instruments
and emasculators involves opening the scrotum and removing the
testicles by severing them from the spermatic cords. Aseptic
techniques and trained personnel should be used to reduce the
possibility of post-castration bleeding or infection. Clean and well
maintained cutting instruments and emasculators should be used. The
wound should be treated with an antiseptic solution. Castration
failure is less likely to occur from this procedure than the
nonsurgical procedures because the testicles are removed at the time
of surgery. Post-castration discomfort is normally not as long as it
is when elastrators are used.
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The Stepmother | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | A stepmothers obsession with the Knife | ` When I was eleven years of age I was fostered by Dora and Henry. The
orphanage where I lived was fine, but I was delighted to have the chance of a
new life in the countryside, Dora and Bill had a farm in Scotland. Both of
them were very kind to me and everything was fine for the first year, but then
Henry died suddenly. Things began to change after that. From the time I
arrived Dora had always insisted on bathing me, but I did not mind , I was
used to being looked after by females. As a matter of fact I quite liked it.
She would take me upstairs to the bathroom and undress me. Then she would put
me in the bath and soap me, always with her bare hands never with a cloth or
sponge. Much attention was paid to my penis and testicles. During the
procedure I would always get a erection. By the time she was finished my penis
would be standing stiff and erect. I never felt embarrassed, in fact I loved
it when she washed me between my legs. But I always felt strange afterwards,
as if something else should happen. I always wanted her to touch it again. I
did not know much about sex then, and I knew nothing about ejaculation. After
Henry died that all changed very rapidly. `
One night about a month afterwards, she took me to the bathroom. She had been
acting a little strange all day and was very quite. I could see her watching
me and had the feeling that she looking at my groin. The bathing that night
took a long time, by the time she was finished my penis was stiffer than it
had ever been. She seemed excited and agitated' Normally she would dress me
then but not this time. I was surprised when she took my hand and led me to
her own room. She closed the door behind her and sat on the bed. I was
standing nude in front of her with my penis still stiff. She put her hands on
my hips and drew me towards her. " You are so pretty " she said quietly. One
hand left my hip and gently grasped my stiff penis. It felt so good, I neither
felt embarrassed or ashamed. When she slid her hand in and grasped my
testicles I spread my legs wider for her. I could feel her fingers caressing
my sac, seperating and pinching the stones. " So big and plump " she murmured,
"just like a little boar, like a little boar who has not been cut yet. I
hardly heard what she was saying, something was happening to me . Suddenly my
penis was in her mouth and white stuff was running down her lips. The next
thing I knew I was lying on the bed with my legs open. She was beside me with
one arm around my waist. Her other hand was playing with my testicles. She was
smiling. " You have such big stones for a boy your age" she said calmly. " You
are like a little boar between your legs, a little boar before I cut him with
the knife, before I castrate him. Do you know what castraton is?.
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profile of a penectomy | BI, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION | A multi-part account of the important events that led to a fictionalcharacters choice to have a penectomy when he was 18. | There was something about the Ken doll that started it. He had first
seen it in the cluttered and sweaty hot upstairs of his friend
kyle’s house during one of those long summer days before sixth grade
began. While Kyle had gone downstairs to get two gritty glasses of
koolaid and some peanut butter sandwitches, he had been left alone
in the cluttered upstairs bedroom kyle shared with his little
sister. In the corner, wearing nothing but a hawaiian shirt, lay a
shiny tan plastic Ken doll. He crawled on his stomach over to the
doll, lying his face against the carpet, looking at Ken from the
perspective of an ant.
Boy and doll both stomach down on the carpet. He touched the dolls
heel, and then lightly traced up Ken’s legs, making gentle circles
with the pads of his fingers over Ken’s perky and tan shiny plastic
buttocks. He picked Ken up with both hands and took off his minature
yet surprisingly well fitted shirt. He held the minature plastic
hunk up before him.....saw the strong jawline...the clear blue eyes,
the well defined chest...but from the moment he saw it, he couldn’t
keep his eyes from roving back again and again to the smooth empty
plastic crotch.
He began to feel a pinch in his own groin. When he had slithered
across the floor to Ken, he had bunched up his dusty jeans, and now
his penis was becoming hard and large again. He reached down, and
positioned his penis facing up towards his stomach. He was surprised
how hard and large it had gotten this time, and wished it would
become soft again. While he was holding Ken, he clenched his own
buttocks, and pushed his pelvis down against the carpet, trying to
squish his penis back down to size....he wasn’t sure if this would
work...but it felt good....like scratching a itch....so it was what
he did.
He heard Kyle yell up to him from downstairs. He yelled back, and
then stood up, and quickly locked himself in the hall
bathroom....still holding the Ken Doll.
He sat down on the toilet seat, and held Ken in his hands in front
of him. Ken looked like his older stepbrother David if you shaved
his body, and rubbed him with baby oil. They both had thick dark
hair, bright fresh blue eyes, a broad and powerfull back, and a
tight butt. Except, on David, he knew that there was a tiny crease
line just at the bottom of his cheeks, on the inside of his thighs,
exactly where the hem of bikini briefs would rest.
He brought Ken close to his face, and rubbed his upper lip gently
over the doll. With his nose pressed against Ken’s chest, he pressed
his toungue against the smooth plastic dollcrotch, and let it slip
between the dolls plastic muscle legs. It was then that it came to
him....what would HE look like with an empty crotch?
In a flash he stripped off his gritty boy’s jeans, and peeled the
damp teeshirt up over his head. In two steps, he was out of his
underpants and socks. He placed the Ken doll down on the basin, and
looked at himself in the full length mirror behind the door.
Unfortunately, he was very different from David, and even more
different from Ken. Before him was a 12 year old boy with only a
hint of the development and muscularity of David or the doll. He was
only 5’ even, and weighed about 105. He had light but straight blond
hair which lay flat on his head. Instead of style, his bangs had
dust and sweat. His shoulders were square and broad, but his cheast
was only modestly muscled, with only an light dip at the base of his
pecs. Instead of a deep tan, he had a dusting of freckles across his
nose and shoulders, and instead of blue, he had green eyes. When he
took a deep breath, you could see the ribs under the skin. Instead
of a smooth, shiny crotch, he had a pair of pink/purple hairless
testicles, and a rock hard bowed dick, with a shiny cherry red
helmet like glans. He had been circumcized, and when he was
completely erect, the skin on his dick was tight and increadably
sensitive to the touch. At least he was as hairless as the
doll......
He knew how to masturbate, and knew what it was for. He had secretly
watched his step-brother Dave in the shower for months now...but he
never thought he would ever want to do it. However, there was some
soft handsoap in the bathroom, and in a second, he had worked up a
warm slimy lather and began to slid his fist up and down his rock
hard shaft. While he pumped with one hand, he held the doll in the
other, rubbing it against his cheast...against his face, licking its
smooth hairless but...and savoring its beautiful, empty crotch...
He came so hard he thought his ears popped. His orgasm reached down
to his feet, and made him stand on his toes, his back arched, his
shoulders shivering. He sqelched a cry, by begining to cough. After
he washed off his sensitive spent dick, and wiped the sticky cum off
the mirror, he put his clothes back on. And before he left the
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Busted | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | ` I've long fantasized about castration and nullification but it never went
much beyond daydreams. The growth of the Internet, however, opened up many new
doors for me to explore. One day I stumbled across www.eunuch.org and I was
addicted! `
Being married, I always waited until my wife was away or asleep before
browsing the new stories, I carefully cleared by browser history after reading
to cover my tracks, except for that one time...
My wife had always been a bit kinky and it was no surprise to me that she
suggested one day that some bondage games might be fun. I said that it sounded
interesting and that was the last I thought of it until that night. Susan said
she had a surprise for me that evening and seductively invited me to the
bedroom. I've never been hard to get and go I eagerly went in tow. My eyes
were wide open when I went into the bedroom and say a sheet of plywood on our
bed with various holes, hooks, and cables on it. I was already getting hard...
She told me to strip and I was naked in a flash. She gently led me to the bed
and had me lie down on the board. It was a bit rough but that really just
added to the effect. Susan told me to just relax and let her get me all ready.
Carefully and erotically she took my arms one at a time and clamped a "U" bolt
over my wrists and through the board. Then another just above my elbow and a
third on each arm just below the shoulder. My heart was pounding with
excitement.
Next she started with my legs. Susan bent my knees and pushed each foot into
another "U" bolt that was a few inches out and a few inches below my hips. It
was a bit uncomfortable but had the effect of forcing my knees wide apart and
exposing my crotch. OF course, I was already quite hard. "I see you already
like this", she said.
She took a strap and hooked it around each heel so that there would be no
unauthorized foot movement. Two more straps went around my thighs just above
my knees and were attached to the edge of the board. These were tightened to
my legs were quite immobilized.
Finally, a long strap went across my hips and was tightly cinched down to
buckles on the board. I could hardly move a muscle and I was absolutely at her
mercy. But then, that was the idea!
"Comfortable?", Susan asked.
"Well, yes I guess so. Nothing really hurts", I said.
"We'll be fixing that", she said with an evil grin on her face.
She pulled a ball gag out from under the bed and shoved the ball into my
mouth. Quickly the buckle was closed and I was unable to speak a word.
"Honey, let's talk about your Internet surfing habits, shall we?", she said.
"I was using the computer a couple of weeks ago and saw what you were into.
You know, the CBT and castration stories. You don't know how I've longed for a
willing partner for this."
My eyes were popped open as wide as can be. These were just fantasies I wanted
to say. Not something I had hoped for. But how to communicate it to her now?
"Let's start with a good cleaning up, OK?", Susan said. And she started
trimming my pubic hair with some electric trimmers. Soon I had only a short
stubble remaining from the waist to my thighs. Susan then lathered my up with
shave cream and shaved my groin area. "There you go, slick as a whistle", she
said. And I could see that no spot was unshaven. "Let's have some fun, shall
we?"
Susan then pulled out a 2 gauge piercing needle and grabbed my penis. She
pressed me down to the board and rammed the needle through the head of my
penis from top to bottom. "Excellent my love. Not a whimper!!", she remarked.
Then she pushed a locking clip the same gauge as the needle in pushing the
needle out in the process. I was amazed that there was no blood. Quickly a
cable was attached to the clip and up to a pulley on the ceiling it went. Then
over to another pulley and attached to a weight. My member was pulled straight
up and stretched, I thought, to the breaking point.
"That will keep you at attention, won't it?", she said laughing.
She was right. Even if I had gone soft there would be no drooping now. Susan
took a syringe and injected me several times in the groin with xylocaine. Soon
I felt a warm sensation all over the area. She then took a scalpel and made an
incision around the base of my penis. Amazingly, I felt nothing but a slight
pressure. Then, while cutting the connective tissue she literally peeled the
skin off my penis and pulled it up above the end. She then gently cut around
the head and pulled the skin tube free and slid it up the cable. I could see
the veins and other internal parts of my penis exposed. Susan then severed my
urethra just below the head of my penis and started separating it from the
underside. Soon she had it pulled free of the shaft of my penis and was
working on it below the base. Then she cut into the bottom of my scrotum and
pulled the freed urethra down and out through the cut.
"You won't be using a urinal again, I can assure you", she said with a laugh.
Next she started probing around deep into the area around my pubic bone and
felt a twinge. Immediately the cable pulling on the end of my penis moved up a
couple of inches and it felt like it was being ripped from my body.
"Not to worry my dear. That thing can take a lot more punishment that you
think. If they came off too easily you'd see men all around without them."
Susan then worked around the area near the base of my stretched out member and
clamped off the arteries. Quickly my erection, which amazingly had endured to
this point, shrank to nothing and the cable stretched things out even further.
It looked as though my penis was at least 12 inches long now. Shen then tied
off the other vessels and make a couple more quick cuts and off it came. The
cable pulled my severed member up at least a foot before the weight came to
rest on a shelf.
"Excellent! The work is almost finished. You'll not be missing that thing and
I know you'll cherish this memory for the rest of your life!", she said.
With my penis gone, she was free to work on my testicles. The vas were already
exposed where they passed the top of the scrotum on their way into my abdomen
and she skillfully opened up each sac and pulled the testes out. She clamped
the cords and severed them.
"That's it", she remarked. "You've dreamed about it and now it's reality.
You're a genuine EUNUCH!"
The only thing left to do was close me up. She sutured the cut edge of my
scrotum to the place where the top of my penis used to be. She said that
without the testicles that the scrotum would tighten up. She also sutured the
urethra to the opening where it came out and cut the end off flush.
She gathered up the pieces of my manhood and dropped them in a jar of
formaldehyde. "Just to remind you of what you once were", she said.
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Two Marines Choose Castration Final Words | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Two Marines Submit to Castration Ending ContinuedBy Shawn of Dallas Texas | Two Marines Submit to Castration Ending Continued
By Shawn of Dallas Texas
Shawn leads the newly cut Marine gelding over to a chair under a shade tree.
Steves walks slowly his legs spread wide around his castration wound. Steves
sighs as he sets down and automatically spreads his gelding legs. Shawn
positions Steve and lays Steves cock on his thigh so Frank can see clearly
what has happened to Steve. Now for you Frank.
The bound Marine stud suddenly starts to fight and holler. Saying that he does
not want to be castrated. That’s a natural reaction to coming quick twice, I
say. But then whys your cock still hard as steel? Frank continues his
struggles as I walk around behind him. I squat down behind the bound Marine
and fondle his nuts. They sway in the Texas heat. Low and empty now but ready
for harvest.
I get my castration kit ready. Cleaning my knife, scalpel and emasculators. My
cock starts to rise again as I think of what is to come. I look at Franks
tight marine hole. Tasty! I stand and line my stud cock up with the bent
marines ass. I spit on his tight hole, Frank jumps as my hard cock head
nuzzles his hairy hole. I start talking gently to the bound stud just like he
is a skittish horse. Frank relaxes a bit and my cock lodges just inside him.
Suddenly all hell breaks loose as Frank slams his ass back on my stud cock.
Impaling himself. Surprised I look down to myself buried to the root in the
marines hole.
Wow! What a change. I start to ride long and hard. I am know for Cuming quick
but having been drained by Steve I settle into a long ass grinding rhythm. I
ride long and hard then short and sweet and then back to long and hard. Never
ttiring. Frank moans all the time. You like this don’t you boy? Oh yes sir
Frank grunts out between the rythmatic riding of his ass. You ready to be
gelded boy? OH DAMN YES SIR he bellows.
Then let me oblige. I pull from Franks rosebud. It pulses there in the hot sun
ready to be breed. I step back and wash off. My hard cock never wavers, just
pulses. Almost in an animalist daze I squat and take Franks balls in one hand
and my Buck knife in the other. Pulling his hairy scrotum down I lay the blade
on his sac. He pleads do it, geld me. Without blinking an eye I calmly slice
the bottom half of Franks nut sac off. He just grunts as his stud nuts tumble
out and dangle in the heat. Nice set boy. I reach for the scalpel and start
slicing into Franks left nut. Skinning his inner sac off. Suddenly the pain
kicks in and he jerks. I see his hard cock throbbing so I still know he wants
it. Can you take it boy? Yes sir he mumbles weakly. YES WHAT? Please Sir geld
me now and make me all bottom Sir. You got it Marine.
I resume cutting on Franks left nut. In a matter of minutes the marines big
left nut is skinned out and hangs 2-3 inches lower then its unskinded right
mate. I reach for the right nut and tug it out of Franks open scrotum gently
pulling down and the start skinning it out of the bound marine. Oblivious to
Franks pain. 7-8 minutes later Franks right nut hangs in the hot open air
matching its slightly bigger left nut mate. A matching set with lots of cord
and a fair bit bigger then Steves nicely sized and matched set. But no one
will ever know that Frank was a big nutted stud when I finish emasculating
him. He will be like Steve a gelding for men to fuck and drop their cum in.
I take the warm metaled emasculators up and reach for Franks big left nut and
pull it down and out away from his body. Opening the emasculator jaws wide and
settling his fragile nut cord on the sharp serrated blades. Pushing up in to
his severed scrotum with the emasculator head. I say here it comes boy. And
while he comes alive and starts to beller and struggle. The old familiar
SQUEEZE, CRUNCH. Frank bolts forward as far as the rail will let him as his
big left nut is severed. I waste little time after a slow 30 second count(the
emasculator severs as it shuts off the end of the cord) and reach for Franks
cut left nut and throw it over to Steve who blindly snags it out the air. Then
I go back and take Franks right nut and start again. Pulling down with one
hand on his nut and pushing up with the emasculators into his open bag.
Frank goes rigid and starts to ejaculate violently into the dust below him.
His last fertile load. As he reaches the end of his orgasm. I do it. I end his
days as a stud with a simple SQUEEZE and CRUNCH. Putting him squarely on the
road to being a hot gelding. I reach in and get his severed right ball. I can
not help myself with his cut nut and the emasculator in one hand I step up an
into him. Seating my stud cock in his freshly gelded ass. On contact with his
hot quaking ass I cum breeding him.
Some minutes pass as I drain physically and emotionally into Franks ass. I
shake my head as if to clear it and pull out of the geldings ass. Got to get
cleaned up then get you cleaned up and sewn up. I humm an old Texas song "The
Yellow Rose of Texas" as I get Frank cleaned and sewn up. Then the new gelding
gets 2 shots just like Steve a pain shot and a tetanus shot.
Then as I untie the new gelding Frank starts thanking me over and over for
castrating him.
(for you Steve)
Shawn
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The Near Future and New Politic. | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | The Near Future and New Politic. | The Near Future and New Politic.
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Well it had finally been proven beyond doubt. And verified by many research
projects.
It doesnt come as a surprise, we men have always known. But now the women have
found out.
They always knew really but couldnt prove it, until now.
Feminists have always said that the viewing of naked women/pornography was
really abuse of women.
I hesitate to use the word "rape" but thats how they viewed it. The recent
research has proven that when
a man views a naked woman he is only interested in her as a sexual object. He
isnt seeing a fellow human.
He masturbates to pictures thinking of intercourse. In fact male masturbation
using the same resoning is rape.
He may not have a physical image of a woman, but he may be viewing his recent
female acquaintenances.
The rape laws have thus recently been extended to include male masturbation
and viewing photos of naked women.
Every hetero-sexual male is thus guilty and has to turn themselves in at the
nearest police station for processing.
I was in line like every other male. I had never intended to rape a woman and
by the old definitions I hadnt.
But I wanted to repect them as did every man. I had been forced to rape by the
mere drives of my male sex organs.
My weapons of rape as they are refered to by law. I was now going to turn
these weapons into the police so I couldnt harm any more women.
Within 1 month of the new law being passed, a 100% amnesty was achieved. All
males possesing weapons of rape have turned those weapons in and they have
been appropriately destroyed.
A 100% castration rate of males has been achieved and Women for the 1st time
in history are safe from abuse by men.
And all confessed rapist males have been dis-armed by penectomy.
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Remember to Lock your doors | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | I had always been warned to lock my doors at night, because you may have your
valuables stolen: I should have listend.
It was late one night I had been asleep for a couple of hours when I thought I
heard the back door of the house being opened. _I must be dreaming_ I thought.
I started to drift of to sleep again when I had the sensation of someone
standing over me. I opened my eyes just as a hand grabbed my throat in vice
like grip an another grab my balls through my boxer shorts.
"Hello" a silky female voice said.
I opened my mouth to protest when a cloth was shoved in it.
"That should keep you quiet, now don't move" she said and to emphasise the
point she viciously squeezed my balls.
I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. The pain was excruciating.
I felt like I was about to vomit.
I felt the my hands and feet being tied to each post of my bed.
_Great! I'm being robbed_ , I thought, with my gut still clenching in nautious
pain.
"There you're all tied up. I am now going to proceed to take your valuable
jewels" the dark female shadow said saucily.
What jewels, I don't own any jewels, I thought, little did I know.
I felt her slowly pull my boxer shorts down as far as my spread legs would
allow.
What the hell,
"Now should I give you one last cum, no I think not"
Realisation finally dawned on me..... oh no!
I felt her grab my aching balls and start to massage them. My cock started to
rise.
"Ah good, I always like a standing ovation" she said and pulled my balls away
from my body. "Say goodbye to them."
I felt a searing pain at the base of my scrotum. _My balls........_
"Thanks and don't worry I've already called for the ambulance, so you
shouldn't bleed to death, Eunuch," She said and left.
I heard the long wail of the ambulance as I passed out.
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Extra Income III | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, WARNING - SNUFF | A Eunuch’s wife finds a way to earn extra cash as a hit woman. She has to vary her routine to keep from being detected. Her new job has some perks too. | My name is Sharon. As you may know from reading my last two postings, I made
my husband Jim into a eunuch some time back. Having a eunuch hubby leaves a
girl in need, even though he licks me to heaven twice a week or so. Luckily
“my business” allows me to get full relief just about as often as I have need,
which is about every week or two, and I get to send one of my clients to
heaven too. They get to go there just once though. :) The great thing is, I
get to have a really good time in bed without subsequent entanglements
endangering my marriage. None of my liaison partners ever asks for a second
“date”.
The “special bra” method works very well much of the time, and the .22 cal
silencer has done good service for me on many other occasions. However I had
an international request that gave me pause to think. I could not check a gun
on an international flight, and even my special bra method might be risky. I
needed something simple, quick, quiet, and local. Then I remembered high
school biology class. Have you ever “pithed” a frog before dissection?
Jacques had been a problem for his boss. A simple and final solution was
needed, and fast. Jacques was only 23 years old, and had the body of a god. I
flew into Paris and was picked up by a limousine and whisked to the hotel near
the Louvre. I love museums. I checked in with a wig, a false name and
passport. They didn’t check very carefully anyway. To avoid jet lag, I stayed
up the rest of the afternoon and went shopping at Printemps department store.
I bought an ice pick and some of the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen. It wasn’t
cheap (the lingerie) but this job was paying VERY well, so I splurged. I
figured Jacques would approve. I was right.
I went back to the hotel. The bed had a nice headboard covered in thick
fabric. I embedded the ice pick into the fabric behind the headboard, just out
of sight, but within easy reach over the top.
The next day I was chauffeured to the company branch headquarters in Paris. I
introduced myself as a new sales rep for one of the company’s products.
Jacques fell for me at once. Apparently he was quite a lady’s man – but then
aren’t all the French? We made a date for dinner and a tiny place along the
Seine. At 8:00 we met and I had one of the best poisson (fish) dishes that I’d
ever tasted. I invited Jacques back to my hotel, and he eagerly accepted. I
know I had a job to do, but I was really looking forward to some French
hospitality first. I was not disappointed.
I peeled off my blouse, revealing the bra I had bought at Printemps. A zipper
pull later, my skirt fell uselessly on the floor, and Jacques got the whole
picture. He whistled his approval and gently hugged me. He was so smooth as he
caressed my body, and I felt SO sexy. Eventually he shed his clothes too. By
then I was wild with passion. I asked him to sit at the head of the bed, his
back to the headboard. I moved the pillows, then sat over Jacques, facing him
and the headboard. Up and down I bucked until reaching the big “O”. Jacques
was such a gentleman, he had not cum yet, and was still hard as a rock. Soon I
settled down and began a pumping motion again. I could tell he was getting
close as his face began to grimace and his breathing became ragged. I put my
hands around the back of his head and pulled his head into my ample breasts.
He began pumping his load.
Ever notice that the back of a man’s skull has a soft spot in the middle down
near the base? I found that spot with my left finger. With my right hand I
grasped the handle of the ice pick and guided the point just to the tip of my
finger. I plunged it in and up, then stirring a little. Scrambled eggs anyone?
His eyes wiggled a little back and forth, then rolled back into his head. I
withdrew the pick while sliding my finger over the hole. There was virtually
no bleeding as I held my finger there for a few minutes. His penis was still
pulsing for a while, I guess that part of a man’s anatomy goes on autopilot at
some point, so why not let him finish? Afterward I showered and cleaned up.
Then, after rigor mortis had set in, I sliced off his balls and slid them up
into my pussy. Jacques US bosses would want them as proof, and I didn’t dare
risk an international shipment. His balls would stay warm & fresh in their new
home. I caught an early flight through Heathrow and enjoyed “that full
feeling” for the whole transatlantic trip.
While I was on the flight home, a businessman in the next seat was hitting on
me. He was pretty handsome. I told him I’d broken up with my boyfriend in
Paris after a wild night. He intimated that he wanted a wild night like that
with me. I took his card and said I’d think about it. Maybe he could meet my
needs during a dry spell. Unfortunately for him, he might wind up as a
“freebie” mark before the night was out – IF I treat him to the pleasures that
Jacques had tasted….
Thanks to hubby for posting this.
Cheers,
Sharon Fox
[email protected]
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VESPAH -Vortex Extracted Semen and Penis Automatic Harvester | PENECTOMY, Video Script | Many years ago, long before the Eunuch Archive was founded, some of us used to chat on IRC. In those days, bboy, chris19, flybyte, I and others used to chat about our penectomy fantasies. Many of those discussion involved an automated device that milked semen, then cut off the cock. This device has been used in many of the archive's stories.After more than 15 years, I have finally brought this device to life. This vid, posted at Slammer's Dark Spot, is dedicated to those early pioneers in castration and penectomy fantasy.The spelling and punctuation errors in the story are purposeful. They helped the voice synthesizer pronunciation. I decided to leave this in it's original form. | Introduction.
Welcome to this demonstration, of the new, Vortex Extracted, Semen and Penis,
Automatic, Harvester. Vespa!
Vespa is design, to harvest both semen and penis, quickly and efficiently,
while minimizing stress, on the livestock.
The key to vespa's efficient operation, is the Harvesting cylinder. This
cylinder, features a specially design laser scalpel, that provides for quick,
clean, penis harvesting. The laser's cauterizing action, minimizes bleeding.
The semen harvesting port is designed to maximize recovery, during the semen
extraction process.
Vespa, comes with a variety of harvesting cylinder styles and sizes. Proper
sizing of the cylinder to the penis, is crucial to the success of both the
semen, and penis harvesting. Harvesting cylinders are available in clear, for
those who want to fully experience the harvesting process. And, opaque, for
the livestock that might be a bit stressed by the sight of loosing its organ.
A semen collection cup, accumulates the harvested semen during extraction.
Once the semen cup is filled to the predetermined level, the penis-harvesting
phase, is automatically initiated, and the laser scalpel, is activated.
Harvesting Preparation.
The harvesting process begins, by attaching Laser Activated, Vespa Harvesting
Tape, around the base of the Penis.
This, vespa exclusive, eliminates the need for elastic bands, that can slip
off during operation, causing damage to the harvested penis.
Within moments of application, the Harvesting Tape softens and expands to
become virtually undetectable. This eliminates interference with the semen
extraction, until the laser activates the tape, causing it to contract. This
supports the penis stump, and seals the organ's root, to minimize unwanted
bleeding, and keep the organ, fresh.
The penis can now be fitted with the proper size-harvesting cylinder.
Harvesting cylinder size, must match the size of the penis, in order to obtain
an efficient harvesting operation.
The semen collection cup, is now inserted into the machine, just below the
vortex port.
Finally, the harvesting cylinder is inserted into the vortex port, aligning
the semen port, with the semen collection cup.
And now, Vespa, and the livestock, are ready, to begin the harvesting process.
Introduction and Milking.
The penis is exposed, and the livestock is bound, to the Vespa restraining
rack.
Frequently, the excitement and fear, cause an involuntary erection. This
aligns the penis with the harvesting cylinder.
Once vespa is activated, the vortex action, quickly sucks the penis into the
harvesting cylinder. Once fully inserted, the penis, cannot, be removed.
While some range of motion is possible. The penis, can only be withdrawn,
until the glans reaches the laser scalpel device. Then increased vortex
action, makes removal of the organ, impossible.
Within minutes of insertion, convulsions of the first orgasm, sends waves of
semen into the harvesting cylinder.
The vortex pools the semen, toward the harvesting port, cleaning it from the
harvesting cylinder.
The semen, is harvested, air-rated, and then, accumulated, in the semen
collection cup.
The incessant vespa, continues. The vortex prevents loss of erection, and in
no time, the penis is shooting another load, to be collected into the semen
cup.
Each ejaculation takes a little longer, but vespa is insistent. Load after
load of semen is extracted and collected. Semen continues to collect in the
semen cup. Bringing the level ever closer, to the trigger point.
With a combination of pain and pleasure, the penis finally gives up enough
semen to fill the collection cup. This tells vespa, the penis is ready to be
harvested.
The Harvesting.
The laser triggers, in a burst of light. The penis, is severed. The Vortex
collects the penis for processing.
Some swelling occurs, but, the stump is held tightly by the harvesting tape
which facilitates healing, and minimizes bleeding.
Cleanup, is just as easy, as preparation. The harvesting cylinder is
dishwasher safe! Which also sterilizes it for the next use.
Vortex aeration, insures the semen is fresh and light, eliminating the need
for aeration prior to processing.
Vespa! The only harvester you will ever need, for light-duty, to, high-volume
semen and penis harvesting.
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Russian Winter part 2 | NULLIFICATION | Soldier castrated by hungry women | ` Soft music was filling the barn around me. As my eyes got accustomed to the
low light I recognized at least 20 beauties around me. All were naked and
eyeing my manhood which could not help but respond to the female attention. `
"Our german enemy with all his jewels presented to the crown of Russia. What a
pity we shall send you home without your manhood" A gorgeous blonde seem to
enjoy the prospect as she walked over to a busty brunette and lustily licked
her nipples.
"Now,you will need to satisfy all our needs before we are done with you,
soldier! And even the proudest of your boys has failed miserably. Now, we
decided to take matters in our hands- figuratively speaking."
She walked over to me and teased my proud manhood. I could feel it throbbing
as she teased my dickhead with the tip of her tongue.She gently massaged my
balls but sent a shiver down my spine when she took both balls in her mouth
and gently bit down on them.
"Perhaps our soldier will shoot his cum for us if we force his juices from him
with our teeth" she laughed.
She then produced a thin piece of string- not much thicker than fishing line-
and gently circled the base of my throbbing dick.
"We dont want to lose this fine boner before we all are done" she laughed and
with that pulled the line tight around the base of my dick. I could feel my
cock swelling as the line bit into the skin. "Dont start going blue before you
even started" she said to my dick and forced the pisshole open with her long
red nails. Although it stung it only aroused me more!
"Ladies I present to you: A willing young German from Bavaria. Balls and Cock
grown fat on Bavarian Beer. Please feel free to drown in his lust before we
throw his carcass to the wolves...."
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Transplant | NULLIFICATION | Alien tends to a lonely man | ` Transplant `
“Another night, another lonely night without someone to hold, “ Ted mused to
himself as the hypnotic rhythm of a well disguised speaker continued to pound
its way into his embalmed consciousness.
Was he that repulsive that no one, including his desperate little waitress
would heed his gentle overtures? He took another slow sip from his luke warm
brew and thought of childhood dreams long ago lost to his current realities.
It was late and there was another day waiting for him at the lab, so with a
heavy hearted sigh he resigned himself to another night of loneliness.
Briefly, the thought of cruising the “Ho-zone” crossed his mind, but past
memories quickly returned him towards thoughts of his own bed. It was then
that she slid into the seat next to him, her delicate perfume awakening his
senses in anticipation.
She was small and frail with a delicate smile, pale skin and rich, full lips.
He slender body, tiny hands, and long golden hair evoked his yearnings, and
Ted felt his passions stirring without as much as a word of introduction being
spoken. Her dark, deep-set eyes urged him towards the distant exit and within
moments they were making their way towards the cool night air. As the door
slid shut behind the two, she turned to him and upon her toe tips kissed him
deeply, leaving him temporarily winded and ablaze with desire.
She spoke for the first time without prompting in a voice as clear as the cool
morning air;
“I’m Andy, and I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“I’m Ted, and you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he replied
shakily.
With her warm smile of acknowledgment, they fell silent as they walked to a
small hotel at the end of the street. The clerk was smelly yet well mannered,
and the room was without a view but very accommodating as the two embraced
even before the door was closed. As she removed her simple yet unremarkable
attire, the true beauty of her small, ruby-crowned breasts and delicately
rounded torso became apparent. Ted fumbled with his clothing like a schoolboy
in a whorehouse until Andy graceful strode over to him and, dropping silently
to her knees, finished undressing him with quiet assurance.
He groaned as her smooth lips encased his throbbing manhood, and soon his hips
were moving in a steady rhythm to her probing tongue as it explored the length
of his urethra with gently increasing pressure. His hands savored her golden
hair as it flowed across her flawless shoulders. She sighed passionately with
his touch and urged him towards the bed by guiding his hips with her hands as
they firmly grasped his trembling buttocks. Ted paused long enough to collect
his thoughts before lifting her and carrying her to the harsh firmness of the
queen bed. Within moments, his glistening glans found the moist down covered
patch of her femininity and slowly pushed past the passion inflamed lips that
guarded her throbbing vagina. As he pushed into her moisture laden cleft, she
sighed in abandon as a tell tale deep red glow enveloped her neck and chest.
As Ted’s cock quickly thrust into her hidden recesses, she squealed with
anticipation. The soft moist folds within her massaged his glans, throbbing
and caressing the purple mushroom as to encourage its release of life-giving
cream. With her air all but gone, she swooned beneath him, taking a deep and
profound breath as the last exposed length of his meat disappeared into the
delicate folds of her pussy. Her engorged clitoris throbbed visibly and surged
towards his pubic bone seeking the welcomed pressure of his inward lunges.
Sweat began to form on their foreheads as their lips found each other and
locked together. Her nectar, forced from her pussy by his forceful thrusts,
sprayed onto his scrotum, flooding his genitals and the bedspread with her
pungent odor. He could feel the boiling sperm building at the base of his
urethra, but fought the growing flood as Andy reached her own orgasm and
exploded with a mighty spasm beneath him. As her breaths began to subside, his
sperm exploded within her violently, sending spasms through their bodies in a
neurological short circuit.
As their orgasm subsided, Ted felt a strange sensation at the base of his
manhood and unique pressure against his pubic bone. The release had been so
forceful, that he dismissed the sensations until he rolled off of her still
trembling body and felt as if a part of him remained within her. As his vision
cleared, he gazed down between his legs at the bloody hair covered patch where
his manhood had once so proudly risen. In horror his eyes refocused on the
throbbing blood-covered organ that now rose magnificently from Andy’s down-
covered mound and mouthed a few senseless syllables before drifting into
senselessness. She turned quietly to her unwitting donor and kissed him on the
forehead. His wound would heal by the time he awoke in the morning and he we
begin his journey into the world of sexlessness. She, in turn, would return to
her own world, and began the most delicious task of repopulating her species.
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Stumped Part 3 | GAY, WARNING, BODY MODS | John\'s odyssey continues.. | ` John knew the drugs that Turner was giving him were causing the changes that
he felt. It was Turner wh was to blame for the amputation of his arms and legs
and his castration. `
He was angry but could do nothing ablout it.
His mind was now clear after weeks of hallucinatory drugs and he understood
everything that had happened.
He was angry, he wanted to escape his captors and their cruel actions but he
was dependent on them for everything.
The tubes that fed him also carried the drugs that were transforming his body.
The dilemma was playing on his mind, twisting it and making him more violently
angry and aggressive.
“By now he realises what we are doing to his body. He will become more
aggressive and violent. This is partly due to his mental state and much more
due to the drugs which contain a variety of chemicals that cause the
aggressive behaviour.” Turner said, addressing the team of military officers
visiting his facility.
“We will push a new high power combination into him over the next 24 hours.
This will be the final test. We will release him into the pen and watch the
results at that point. He will then be available for organ harvesting. This
provides substantial economic benefit to the program.”
The officers were impressed. The man that had been John was no longer visible
for the drugs had transformed his once lithe body into a strange misshapen
creature, not able to speak or move. His stumped legs and arms prevented any
problems handling him. His obvious aggressiveness was an excellent result.
Turner’s group’s project to develop a drug that could be given to soldiers
before battle was progressing well.
Turner was happy the meeting had gone well. The latest round of drug
combinations was a great improvement on the earlier versions. The subject’s
alertness was much better and the detrimental physical affects had been
reduced. The voice had been affected but even that was better.
It also meant that the resale value of the subject’s organs would be greater.
Turner was very pleased.
John felt his body was on fire. He could do nothing to stop it happening.
“You know son, you are on the cutting edge of science” the now familiar voice
of Turner said as john lay writhing with the pain the drugs caused.
“We are almost finished. Almost at the end of this ordeal!”
Turner motioned to the attendants who picked up John’s stumped body and
carried it through a door into a pen that was more like a wild garden, with
brush and a pond and trees. For John it was the first taste of the outside in
months.
He could smell the air, hear distant roadway noises ….
The attendants let him off his leash and ran back through the door slamming it
shut behind them.
John saw a shape move in the brush. His new instincts took over. He moved
rapidly on his stumps and ravaged the small rodent with his teeth.
Turner smiled, the technique was improving.
Reynolds watched the videotape of the events Turner had given him. It was
fascinating to see how the handsome young man had been turned into a rat-
eating beast. John’s aggression turned into a weapon for Turner’s use.
Pity that the boy would ultimately end up being used for transplant parts, but
he had other concerns....the new subject was due . Turner paid well for his
work. This time only he had only to castrate the man, pity really, he enjoyed
doing far more interesting modifications.
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Curious Wesley and the secret portal | GAY, MINOR | Warning! A badly written, Wesley bashing, trekkie slash parody. Not for the faint of heart. After posting it, I hope we can all agree never to see the name \"WESLEY\" in the archive title list again. | ` After months of effort, young Wesley Crusher was ready to test his secret
hologram portal program. The program made a small gap between the holodeck
doors and the “environment” that was currently running, allowing Wesley and
one other guest to open the door and observe the program without being seen by
anyone inside. Ever since Wesley first saw Lt. Worf, his curiosity about
Klingon mating habits was sparked. And every time he saw the tall, dark
warrior, or even smelled that distinctly Klingon scent, Wesley could think of
nothing else but the mysterious Klingon penis. How big was it? Did it grow and
throb like Wesley’s? Was it surrounded with dark, kinky hair like Cmdr.
Riker’s? Would Worf let him touch it like Cmdr. Riker did? What did it taste
like? Could it be even larger Cmdr. Riker’s hot throbbing eight centimeters?
Wesley had to know! His hand reached under the computer counsel and began
stroking around his circumcision scars. How stupid he was for showing his
mother that ancient Kellogg file he found while poking around in the sexual
mutilation medical archives. He should have never accepted the passwords from
Cmdr. Riker. Anyway, it was time for the final test. Lt. Worf had entered the
holodeck, and Wesley had primed him by discretely leaving erotica on Worf’s
counsel when he was out. He made his way down the hall until he came to the
holodeck doors. Pretending to examine the reservation schedules, Wesley looked
both ways before quickly typing in his password for the portal program. The
door slid open, Wesley jumped in and the door closed behind him. It was just
what he had wished for! There was Lt. Worf, naked, and a holographic Klingon
female clinging to the upper branches of a holographic tree spitting down at
him. “Oh, Fuck!” Wesley whispered in amazement at the pendulant, 40cm tool
between Worf’s legs, and seven hot, throbbing centimeters of pubescent flesh
unsuccessfully attempted to rip through Star Fleet’s latest, high tensile
strength trouser fabric. Wesley had no choice but to soothe it. The going was
awkward through the high-tech cloth. Its elasticity made inserting a hand
difficult, so Wesley slipped them down to his ankles and went work. The
spitting and threats continued until Worf’s huge organ was fully erect. Worf
was becoming an animal. A lusty husky musky animal! Suddenly Worf collapsed.
He lied on his back with his erection throbbing up vertically, tempting
Wesley. Minutes slipped by as Wesley and the holographic Klingon female
watched and waited. Wesley wanted to touch the huge organ, to taste it. He
typed in his password again, and shut down the programs. An unconscious Lt.
Worf lay waiting. Wesley kicked his shoes and trousers off his feet and went
forward. He stood above Worf, hesitating. Was he dying? Could he still touch
the great penis and then arrange for an emergency transport to sickbay before
it was too late? Worf’s smell was overwhelming. One hand vigorously
manipulated the 14-year-old, seven centimeter, pink-white human penis, while
the other slowly reached out to unsheathe the tribble-sized head on the flag
pole in front of him. At the moment when pale thumb and index finger closed
onto the ebony, horned foreskin… `
“Wesley! Ensign Crusher! What were you doing here?”
It was Lt. Worf.
“Sir, I was walking by the holodeck doors and I saw a warning light flashing,
and… oh, I hurt down there!”
“Quiet! You should never interfere with rituals you do NOT understand.”
“What happened, Sir? I swear! I saw the warning light, and there you were…”
“A likely story.”
“What are you hiding, sir? What is that dermal regenerator for?”
“See for yourself.” Warf allowed the boy to sit up.
“My penis!” Where is it? This isn’t fair!”
“I ate it.” When Wesley awoke from the subsequent faint, Worf was dressed.
“Ensign Crusher, I found your portal program. I am sure this will be the end
of ALL your computer privileges.”
“No, Lieutenant! Please!”
“You found yourself in the middle of a Klingon mating ritual, I suspect humans
would call it a “possum” trick. I instinctively went to bite my mate’s thigh,
it is the beginning of that particular mating process, but I found a small
piece of flesh stuck between my teeth instead.” Worf bared his teeth and
growled. There, next to the right incisor, hung a deflated, circumcised penis.
Worf slapped his chest. “Worf to sickbay. Prepare to re-attach a small genital
organ to a curious, human teenager. Oh, and beam a toothpick into holodeck 3.”
“A toothpick , Lieutenant?” a woman’s voice came back.
“Yes Mom, a toothpick! And hurry!”
“Worf, where are my balls!?”
“Balls? …Testicles? Oh, they hang between the legs in humans. I had forgotten
that. I must have swallowed them while I completed the ritual. Once you touch
a Klingon egg sack, it is deposited in the female so that in can be exposed to
her sperm. It is an instinctive process that must be completed before
conscience thought returns. Anyway, you will not want your little organs for
some time. My egg sack will slowly make its way through your body, looking for
sperm. If it finds some… well let’s not go into that. But certainly it will
not be possible for you to have any sperm in your body for the life of the egg
sack; seven years.”
“Seven years!”
“Yes Ensign. Seven years. Approximately. I am sure Cmdr. Riker will be even
more upset.”
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Thecia Hacks a Hacker | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia finds someone using her IP Address and it pisses her off.Fiction and not for minors. | Thecia Hacks a Hacker
My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m a working
engineer, but I enjoy cutting much more. I’ve been de-balling men for about
seven years now and I’ve racked up quite a score. I’m usually paid very well,
but this one was on me.
As I’ve said the company that I work for keeps a house in NJ for the six
months or so that I work there each year. I have a wireless router for my lap
top so that I can sit on the enclosed porch and use the net. I never bothered
with a password as I didn’t really care if someone used my service or not.
I got home from work on one Friday to find a bill in my mail box for $4,589.49
for music and video downloads from the internet. I had never downloaded any
entertainment from the net and I was outraged. After a few phone calls I was
told that if I didn’t pay the bill I would be sued for the full amount and
costs. Someone nearby had downloaded all of this stuff. I knew the range of
the router was 200 feet on the outside. That limited it to four homes. To my
right was an old lady, not likely, to my left was a younger woman who worked
three jobs, again not likely. Behind me to the right was a young couple,
maybe, behind me to the left was a family with a 19 year old kid, much more
likely. The following day the kid that cuts my grass came by, I asked him who
would have a good music collection and without hesitation he said, “Bill
Freeman. He downloads everything on the net, he makes CD’s and sells them.” I
had found my culprit.
I followed him for a couple of days and found that he and his friends spent
time at the local youth center playing sports. He came home around seven each
evening he would cut through the park that was closed at five. The park was
heavily wooded and dark at that time.
It was only a matter of time until everything came together. He was alone when
he walked confidently on the wooded path.. I had a ski mask on and a pair of
baggy coveralls that hid my shape. He never saw the taser coming, he hit the
forest floor like a ton of bricks. I quickly bound him and forced a ball gag
into his mouth.
He was fighting again so I drove stakes into the ground and secured his legs.
I didn’t cut his pants and underwear off, instead, I slid them down. I’m
always surprised when a young man has such a big package, his was perfect. For
kicks I played with his dick until it reached its full size, about seven plus
inches. My only kind thought of the day toward him was to let him cum one last
time. I worked him with my velvet glove and in what seemed like seconds his
thick seed was shooting like a fountain.
At his age I was sure that was another load in there, but I was done. I took
his left ball in my hands and squeezed for all I was worth. The ball went
flat, but refused to pop. He was screaming into his gag as I went to plan B.
From my backpack I retrieved the pair of welders vise grip clamps. They were
standard vise grip pliers with flat plates welded to the jaws. I adjusted them
so the jaws were about ˝ inch apart when closed. I slipped his right nut into
them and squeezed. The jaws closed as his big ball flattened to the pre
adjusted ˝ inch with out any rupture.
I tightened the clamp to close at 3/8 inch. This time as the gonad got flatter
and flatter I could see the inevitable. The ball went from a solid shape to
ball stew. I could actually hear the membrane pop.
I’m not usually into ball busting but this was getting to be fun. His scrotum
was beat up but not split. As I slipped his left ball into the clamp, I was
very surprised to see his big cock harden. As I squeezed the handles, the
pliers forced some blood tainted cum from his big prick. It would be his last
cum ever. Suddenly the ball popped and what had been two defined orbs were now
so much mush. Bill had passed out in pain. To be sure the job was finished, I
got the wooden mallet and block from my pack and beat his already smashed ball
meat into puree. One of the things a man should never do in this world is piss
off a cutter.
I removed the gag and carefully picked up all of my stuff before leaving. I
went to a pay phone near the library (one of the few still in existence) and
called a local business. I told them that there was a man hurt in the woods
near the park and I didn’t want to call the police and get involved. Before
long I heard sirens and I knew they had called.
I paid the bill for the downloads, It was worth it. I didn’t bother to add a
password, I figured if he did it again I could always hack off his cock
I went to the local bar/restaurant and ordered the wild salmon special and a
glass of red wine. When ever I destroy a set of nuts, I‘m famished afterward.
Respectfully Submitted
Thecia
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Respect | STRAIGHT | Wayne learns about respect. | Wayne was really scared. He found himself tied to the bed and his legs and
arms securely tied in place. There were five women over him staring at his
naked body. They said they were sent by his girlfriend to teach him about
respect for women. They quickly shaved his whole groin area and laughed as
Wayne begged them not to do it. Once Wayne was completely bald; Mary asked him
what his definition of respect was. Wayne stumbled for an answer and Mary
shook her head and said they would have to show him respect.
They took out a vibrator and rammed it into his ass. Wayne screamed with the
intrusion of the big device. The women then turned it on. Wayne started to
feel an erection due to the pressure. Sue another one of the women quickly
snipped off some of the skin off Wayne’s penis causing him to go flaccid.
Wayne could not believe when he started to have cum drip out of his soft
penis. It was not like an orgasm, more like just taking a piss. The women
laughed at his leaking penis. Wayne could not believe that first they took his
hair and then they took his cum. Mary asked him to again give a definition of
respect and Wayne again tried for an answer that they would accept. One of the
women quickly snipped one of his balls off like she was pruning a plant. Wayne
was stunned how quickly he lost one of his balls.
Wayne’s girlfriend, Linda then walked in the room and was shocked at what a
mess Wayne was in. He had cum all over himself, was bald below and had one
ball! She went over and started to play with his remaining ball and started to
suck him off. Right when Wayne was starting to shoot she cut his remaining
ball free. As Wayne was shooting; she showed him his ball and laughed. Now
Wayne was bald and had no balls. He thought it was finally over. Linda asked
his for his definition of respect. Wayne was in shock; what else could they
take from him?
He quickly learned as Linda held a knife to his penis. The one remaining item
that showed he was a man of any kind. Wayne was crying and begging. It was
horrible to think of his future with no balls, but at least with a penis he
could still be a man of some kind. A man then walked in the room and told the
ladies he thought Wayne had learned his lesson. He took both balls and stuck a
needle and some thread through both and then hung them around Wayne’s neck. He
then laughed and said no one will ever disrespect his sister. They all left
then; leaving dried cum, droopy penis and balls around his neck.
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Havoc II: Chiseled | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Maybe all those country creole girls just werent enough anymore, maybe he was made for this, eventhough he didnt know much about what i had in mind. | The single idea of carrying out his desires was driving me out of my old
fleshy body.
This man which I didnt knew and appeared from nowhere, was contacting me
through the web, yes, we know, an ad place that was around... here....oh well.
And the request seemed serious enough. The words... uh! those i wanted to
hear! Clever man; no mercy if you tempted me, you'd better know by now...
I asked no stats, i wanted few details. Madame fears nothing, too old for that
now... i've trashed punks of all sorts with my bare hands, i've played with
some psycho madmen and came untouched, but satisfied. I know how to make even
unwilling and so-tough men kneel, and yes, pray...
So, i got to this secluded place, lost in the middle of nothing, away, from my
beloved gray cement jungle and nightly lit corners. It was bright and i hated
this, yeah yeah, the pure hilly air, i'm well adapted to smog... then i
presumed.
All I knew was he was alone. And defenseless that is...
At his home, more than 100km from where I lived and played around... this
piece of flesh had an internet connection... I'll be damned, maybe i'm just
plain too old for this. Perhaps, what I do is so outdated by know...
technology and all, and me, working with raw, primal human meat. Well, just
toughts.
Andrea, yes, a boy's name, came to meet me by the Rover, just in reach, and so
much talking, I had my hands on the nape of his neck in no time. I was
surprised, quite, since this man was barely 28 to 33 years old, and rather
good looking. However, who does care about such things?
I interrogated him on his own bathtub. All, i got all out, even what i didnt
want to hear. It is so lovely to make this big boys cry out loud even their
sick deviant experiences as dumb teenagers... Oh well.
A young carpenter, italian ancesters, and close to his 31 birthday. Alone,
deserted, here as he had chosen. Perhaps too bored... maybe all those country
creole girls just werent enough anymore, maybe he was made for this,
eventhough he didnt know much about what i had in mind. Oh! this mind....
So "let's visit your barn dear boy!" i said and we went in, to this place of
full rawness, obsolete tools and bare animal smell.
"Yes, animal! hands up" I said as i ripped the light clothes he still had.
This old wicked and evil pussy was getting wetter by the second... Hmmm.. such
firm body... and hairy! Oh! I could just imagine... until they came to me.
Dull heavy balls hanging so pink, fresh and low in this awfull heat. It was an
illusion, something so pretty and innocent to look at.
Oh well, so I tied him. Till the old ropes from his barn burned that poor
skin. I dont want my specimens free and in motion. Oh no. I always tend to tie
them heavily, leaving the treasures absolutely exposed for proper treatment.
And this was not the exception. I behaved at first. This magnificent piece of
flesh, and the two large orbs were there for my fast resolve. It took no time
tying the penis, with some rough rope at the base, exposing the glans and
getting some of that adorable Malbec wine he stored at his barn straight from
the bottles.
"Oh, look boy! such a lovely iron chisel! and soooo big!" i said, i wanted
this done soon enough. Didn't have a pie in my oven right then, but wanted
this quick and sharp. In my usual monstruous and cruel way...
"First we must get this nailed sweety." and the heavy hammer drove thin 6 inch
steel nails through his loose scrotum securing him to the carpenter wooden
bench.
This he loved I must say, although he was crying like a 2 year-old out of
candy, and begging... oh my! If I responded to such begging... ha ha... where
would i be know...? poor things.
I was jolly and playfull now, so i designed my own game. Its... sort of... "I
dont know what i strike"... with a hand on my face "covering" my eyes, and the
other... well: with that chisel... so:
TACKKK!! Aaawwwwww!!!
Uh? where did that go? and I looked, the chisel had cut right the outer
portion of his left ball, but it was just theloose skin! Why so much crying???
Ok... sissy sissy, Then again!
TACKKK!! Ohhhh!!! gawdddd!!!!
"All tensed now you boy??" the chisel had perforated the thick middle part of
his shaft and had wounded it for good now. But before the whole thing started
to deflate, i got bolder, and launched a third strike against the silky pink
head of the thing. Yaaak!! Awwwwwffff!!! was all was heard and the scream
lasted decades. This rusty chisel had halved it and i was surreal now, in
extasis. So this young once fully functional lovepiece was wounded for life
and my orgasms were raining on me as i worked more. And with just the chisel,
that lovely tool, I pierced his large testicle in the middle. The impact was
fast and well aimed. I was so watching and conscious, unlike him right at this
moment.
So, the wooden bench was all blood and tissue, so, there was a piece of
testicle and scrotum extra-corpore, out and free. Maybe... in the wild, the
country red-ants would have finished this fast and assertive job....
and they did.-
-Comments welcome to kathycba43 AT hotmail.com. Merci.
-I will temporarily discontinue Havoc Series since i'm devoted to much defying sci-fi/terror subject. You'll hear the knews my dears... "warm" kisses;
\------------MissK.-
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Forced Teenage Libido Reduction | BI, chemical castration | A hot teenage male enjoys his fucking days until someone takes them away through chemical castration | Forced Teenage Libido Reduction
I was a hot, hung, athletic stud in my prime. I had entered puberty early and
started fucking girls when I was 13. By the time I was 16, I was fucking quite
a few chicks. I was so horny that I would fuck 4-5 times a day. At age 18 I
got the hots for a 15 year old hottie. I broke her cherry and was fucking her
several times a week.
One day when I was fucking her hot cunt in the barn, her 21 year old brother
caught us in the act. He went into the house and got his digital camera. He
came back out to the barn and started taking pictures of the two of us. He
even recorded a video of the two of us fucking.
Young Jenny and I walked out of the barn hand in hand. Jenny’s brother Kyle
was outside the barn. He was a rough, tough, strong Marine. He asked me if I
wanted to see his gun collection. He told me that he even had some weapons
from his time in Iraq. I love guns and I jumped at the chance. We went up to
his room and as I was looking at his gun collection, he plugged his camera
into his computer. My mouth dropped wide open when I saw the pictures that
were showing on his computer.
“Do you want me to show these pictures to my parents? Do you want me to show
them to your parents? What if I sent them to the police? How could you fuck an
underage girl?”
I was scared shitless. I begged him to keep the pictures to himself. “I will
do anything if you will keep these photos and video to yourself.”
Kyle laughed and told me that he would keep quiet if I would agree to stop
fucking women for a couple of months.
I told him that I would do as he said. Then he told me to strip naked and get
on his bed. He tied me to the 4 posts of the bed so that I was totally
helpless.
He smiled and said: “How can I be sure that you will keep your promise? You
did agree that you would not fuck for a couple of months so I have a way to
keep you honest. I am going to chemically castrate you. I am going to give you
Depo-Provera shots like they do to sexual deviants. It will stop all of your
testosterone production. I am also going to give you 3 propecia tablets every
day to reduce your DHT levels even faster. You will have to take 40mg of
lexapro every day. It is an antidepressant but it will make your dick wilt and
your orgasms disappear. To make things even more interesting for you, I am
going to give you some oral estrogen and some premarin cream (estrogen) for
your penis and testicles. In a few weeks, you won’t be able to fuck or even
jerk off.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was going to take away my thrusting
and my fucking and my jerking. These activities dominated my days and nights.
I could not think of life without sex and orgasms. Then he got out an electric
razor.
I struggled and told him not to cut off my thick bush. “OH GOD…PLEASE DON’T do
this!!” He didn’t listen and quickly removed most of my sex hair with the
electric razor.
When he was done, he got out the shaving cream and a couple of razors and
shaved off every hair above my cock and on my balls.
When Kyle was finished he told me that the loss of my man hair was an
immediate reminder of what I was loosing. Then he gave me my first set of
pills and finally he took out the Depo-Provera needle and stuck it into my
naked ass.
Then he gave me 4 primadone pills and told me that I had to come to his place
once a day to take all my pills, get my estrogen cream and my regular
injections of Depo-Provera.
After taking the meds for a week, I couldn’t orgasm and my erections wouldn’t
happen on demand. Within a month, I was really feeling the effects of the
chemical castration. After three months, I could not get an erection and my
libido was reduced to almost nothing.
After 4 months I asked Kyle to let me have my dick, hair, erections and
orgasms back. I remembered the days of fucking and I knew that I was
chemically castrated.
Kyle laughed and told me that he wanted to make my chemical castration
permanent. I could not believe that he had forced me to be chemically
castrated.
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Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 31 | GAY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Matthew learns the secret of mind control. | Chapter 31
On the way home, Lukas was quiet, but it had been a good day, the best day at
the beach they had had.
‘Do you want to see something?’ Lukas said, after Matthew had parked the car
in the garage.
They were in the small dark hall and the back of the house, and Lukas had
stopped there, and turned to Matthew.
Matthew knew this hall. He knew that they had played here as kids. The stairs
went up to Mr Sorensen’s apartments, on the second floor, though the door
there had always been locked. On the third floor, in the attics, there was no
furniture in the rooms, or very little, and Matthew and Lukas had used to lug
their bikes up there and ride through the rooms, riding a circuit. Racing each
other.
Below them was the basement. These were the stairs that led to the basement,
to the basement where Lukas had his workroom, to the basement where Lukas had
cast Matthew’s body in plaster, while Matthew stood naked.
He knew that now.
He didn’t know why he’d forgotten it.
But Lukas wanted to show him something.
‘What?’
‘Can you go and see where McCady is?’
‘Do I have to?’
‘Go on.’
‘What if she sees me?’
‘Just tell her you’re looking for me. Get her out of the kitchen.’
Reluctantly, Matthew went in search of McCady. She wasn’t in the kitchen,
though at the end of the corridor that led off it, to her flat, the door was
open, and Matthew could see the flashing lights of a television in a lowly-lit
room. He wasn’t going to walk down there
He stepped out of the kitchen quietly, closing the door behind him, and went
back to Lukas.
‘Did you see her?’
‘I think she’s in her room.’
‘Is the door open?’
Matthew nodded.
‘Well did you go down there and see?’
‘She would have seen me.’
‘You could have just asked her if she knew where I was.’
Matthew said nothing.
‘You’re not still afraid of her are you?’
‘Kind of.’
‘Oh for god’s sake. Hang on,’ he said. ‘I’ll be back in a minute.’
When he came back, he had McCady’s keys.
Matthew recognised them instantly. He had been caught with them as a kid,
having taken them out of her room as a dare. She had smacked him, pulled down
his pants and smacked his bare bottom. It had really hurt.
‘Didn’t she see you?’
‘She hangs them up in the pantry now.’
Lukas mounted the stairs and started to walk up them. Reluctantly, Matthew
followed him.
On the second floor, where there was a single light on the landing, Lukas
turned the key to his father’s door.
‘He’s in Melbourne,’ Lukas explained. ‘He won’t be back till Thursday.’
Matthew had never been into Mr Sorensen’s apartments. They had always been
off-limits. Always closed.
Lukas led the way down a wide corridor, richly furnished, but dark with
mahogany panelling. He opened the door to his father’s study, and led the way
inside.
This was dark too, with heavy wood panelling and red walls.
There was a large, wide desk, with a green leather top, a single laptop
sitting open on it, aside from some papers, a paper weight, pens, pencils, a
ruler, and assorted bits of stationery, neatly arranged. The wall behind the
desk was lined with books, and by the fireplace, there was a single armchair.
Matthew was expecting McCady to appear from somewhere and surprise them, as
she had always used to.
‘This is pretty full-on,’ Lukas said.
He stepped toward the bookcase behind the desk, pulled a book out of it at
knee level. He bent down, put his hand into the cavity, and felt for
something. Matthew heard a large “chock”, as though a lock had been released.
Lukas stood up again.
‘Give me a hand,’ he said.
He was pushing on part of the bookcase. Matthew stood beside him, their bodies
pressed up against each other as they pushed. The bookcase swung into the
wall, pivoting in the centre. It was just like a movie.
They grabbed the other end of it and swivelled it around, until the side with
the books on it was hidden.
It wasn’t easy to do. The thing was heavy.
On the other side of it, now facing into the room, there was a large
collection of what Matthew recognised as BDSM gear, arranged as though it were
a wardrobe on display.
Whips, chains, handcuffs, gags, masks, clamps, red and leather outfits meant
for both men and women, things meant to restrict, to insert, to hurt, to give
pain and pleasure. One of the masks had little bars over the mouth, like
Hannibal Lecter’s mask, and there was one little cage that was obviously meant
for balls. That was kind of okay, but the whole of it looked tawdry and cheap,
the sort of thing Matthew had seen on television.
Matthew had thought of Mr Sorensen as a remnant of some former time, of some
former time before Matthew was born, where people had been kind, and things
had made sense. Mr Sorensen as a bondage master or slave didn’t fit into this
idea, and Matthew wanted to reject what he had seen.
‘Do you want to see something else?’ Lukas said.
Matthew didn’t know if he did, but he nodded.
They closed the bookshelf. And then Lukas got down on his hands and knees,
underneath Mr Sorensen’s desk. He turned over onto his back, and reached his
hand up inside the desk, reaching his hand into the back of one of the drawers
from behind.
He struggled, and contorted his body, strained to reach something, and
eventually emerged with a key. An old fashioned key. Large. Made of iron. And
with a floral head.
‘Do you think you can put these back?’ Lukas said, when they were back on the
landing, and he was locking Mr Sorensen’s door.
He was talking about McCady’s keys.
‘Do I have to?’
Lukas finished locking the door. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll do it.’
‘Did she see you?’ Matthew said, when Lukas rejoined him in the hall again, at
the bottom of the stairs.
Lukas shook his head, and led the way down to the basement.
Matthew didn’t want to go down there, but supposed he had to. Lukas was
already half way down.
‘Come on,’ Lukas said.
At the bottom of the stairs was a wine cellar. Beyond this, in one direction,
there was a door which led into Lukas’ workroom, where he painted, and did his
sculptures. And beyond the workroom, after you’d walked through it, was
another room, a smaller room, sound-proofed in corrugated foam, a room where
Lukas practised the violin.
Matthew had never been in the other direction. He had never been to the end of
the wine cellar in the direction that led away from Lukas’ rooms down here,
and he was surprised to see Lukas turn that way. When they were kids, they had
always been too scared to come down here. And now, as Matthew followed Lukas,
he wondered what could be up here. Lukas led a torturous route through rack
upon rack of wine. They turned a corner, and started down a separate
passageway, about fifty feet wide, still crowded with wine racks, some of them
coated in dust and cobwebs.
It was dark down here.
And utterly silent.
Lit by single globes.
Swinging from a ceiling that was too high.
And dark above their heads.
At the end of the passageway there was dark expanse of emptiness. They crossed
ten or fifteen feet of it and came to a brick wall.
Lukas stopped at the wall and turned to him.
‘Do you really want to see this?’ he said.
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Dangerous Flight | STRAIGHT, Circumcision and torture | Man is circumcised and almost castrated in drug search | ` I was on a flight from Saudi Arabia to London with a stop in Cairo. In the
next seat was an arabic gentlemen with whom I struck up a conversation. He was
telling me of some interesting shops in Cairo when the flight attendant asked
us to buckle our seat belts as we were landing in Cairo. The stop was supposed
to last about one hour so I decided to get off the plane and wait in the
terminal. My seat companion waved and said he was going to do a little
shopping. I reading a magazine when my friend comes back with a small package
and sits down next to me. After a few minutes he suddenly got up saying he
left his glasses at the store and would I mind his package. He asked me to
take it back on the plane and put it in his seat. Shortly thereafter a call
came over the loud speakers to board the plane. I looked for my friend and not
seeing him I picked up the package and started to board the plane. A police
office at the gate asked me what was in the package. I told him I didn't know
as it was a friends and I was only taking it on board for him. He told me to
follow him to the police captains office. It was filled with about six
officers male and female. The captain asked me to open the package. I said I
couldn't as it did not belong to me. It was taken from me and opened. The
captain became very angry when the contents of hashish was revealed. He
shouted at me where did I get the package. I again said that it was not mine
and I didn't know anything about it. The captain said they would have to do a
body search and instructed me to remove all my clothes. As I stood naked in
front of everyone I discretely tried to hide my genitals, but with little
success. They went through all my pockets, searched my shoes and wallet. The
captain again asked me about the package and I again declined any knowledge.
With that he struck me a vicious blow acroww the buttocks with a thin cane he
was carrying. Again the question, a denial and another blow. Finally one of
the female police officers made a comment that from my uncircumcised status
that I wasn't a muslim and would lie to their questions. The captain reached
into his pocket and produced a knife which he handed to the woman. "Circumcise
him and maybe he will tell the truth" he said. Four guards grabbed me and
stretched me face up on a table. The female office grabbed me foreskin,
stretched it up and cut it off. The pain was excrutiating. Blood was running
over my genitals. The captain again asked me about the package and I again
told him I knew nothing about it. "Well" said the captain "maybe if you lose
your testicles you will tell the truth!" With that the female officer grabbed
my scrotum and stretched it upward with great force. I groaned with pain as
she placed the edge of the knife against my tender skin and made a small cut.
"No, No"! I screamed "I don't know anything about it". She pressed the knife a
little harder causing a small stream of blood to run down my scrotum. Just as
she was about the make a full cut, the door of the office burst open and two
officers came in dragging my seat companion. "We have him!" one of them
shouted and handed the captain a bundle the same as I had. It turned out that
my "friend" was a drug courier trying to bring a large amount of hashish into
England. The police captain turned to me and said "I apologize for the rough
treatment, but we do not tolerate drug merchants." He told his assistant to
call a doctor to treat me for my wounds. In a few moments he came in, cleaned
up the blood and took some stitches in the circumcision. He said that the cut
in the scrotum was relatively superficial and would be OK. After being
bandaged I got dressed and was escorted to the plane by a policeman. After
settling in my seat I vowed never to get friendly with a seat companion again.
* * *
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Alison | STRAIGHT, Pre-castration | They may not be \'Life or Death\' but Alison\'s decisions are of a similar order. | ` My name is Alison. I'm 24, a brunette, and I work in the Packaging
Department of Acme Dildo Castings as their Senior Selection officer.
Basically, I am responsible for employing staff to work on the production
lines, packing 14 inch dildos into boxes labelled 'Lady's Pleasure: small'. `
Of course, the Equal Opportunities Board insist that at least fity percent of
any company's male employees have to be eunuchs, and my role, as Selection
Officer, is to decide which half of each batch of new recruits get castrated,
and which half remain whole.
I don't ever use the word 'male'. To me, a man is either a eunuch or an
entire.
They are all entires when they walk through the door, so I have compiled a
list of criteria with which to conclude each one's fate.
I could, of course, decide arbitrarily, which would certainly save me a lot of
time: if ten recruits are lined up in front of me (as is generally the case on
a typical morning or afternoon) I could simply order the gelding of the five
on the right, or the five shortest, or the five with the palest skins,
whatever I liked. But I pride myself on being more consciencious than that.
I insist on evaluating each recruit thoroughly: his penis size - length AND
width, limp AND erect; his sexual endurance - how long he can resist orgasm
with his manhood in my mouth; and the taste of his semen - sweet, sour or just
right.
On completetion of the tests, each recruit gets a mark out of 100, and only
the lowest fifty percent of each intake are consigned to the company
castratress.
When I've made my decisions I stand in front of the new recruits and call out
their names in alphabetical order, sending each to either the left or right
hand side of the room, without giving them any clue as to which group is
which. The entires are then lead away to start immediate work on the
production lines, and when I am alone with the prospective eunuchs, I casually
announce their fate.
I don't do any castrating myself (not at work, anyway). I merely enjoy the
power of making the deciding the fates of thousands.
Alison
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Coach Carter the greatest coach | BI, TESTICLES, MINOR | The coach had never had a loosing season, and isn\'t about to let his start quarterback\'s hormones cause him to loose this season either. | ` Troy was a natural footbal player. When he was on the field magic happened.
For the first two years his stats, and talent were only surpassed by his
desire to make the coach happy. In his senior year he met a new girl named
Debbie. Debbie was a natural beauty. She was the all American girl in every
since of the word. When she tried out for the cheerleaders squad Troy saw her,
and fell in love immediatly. There relationship had grown each day, but Troy's
game had began to suffer in the process. The second game of the year, and the
Wildcat were 0 and 2. The coach was beside himself. He ranted at his players.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUY'S! DO YOU WANT TO BE THE FIRST TEAM IN 20
YEARS TO BE KNOWN HAS LOOSERS? The boys answered NO SIR! The coach began to
yell at Troy. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS TROY! The coaches yelling didn't
even bother him. He was watching Debbie practicing her cheers. When the
meeting was over the coach called his assistant coach in. Who is that new girl
that Troy keeps staring at. Debbie sir was the assistants reply. Why is he
watching her like that? Well coach the boy is in love said the assistant with
a smile. YOU THINK IT IS FUNNY THAT WE ARE 0 AND 2! No sir I dont. Well we are
going to have to keep Troy focused on his game. I have made many great
football players the same way. Its for his own good. Call the team to come in
early tommorrow, but dont say anything to Troy. The assistant coach do we have
to do this again. I like Troy. The coach said well if you like him then you
know this is for his own good now do it. The coach then and talked with
Debbie. He asked her if she loved Troy. She said yes of coarse I do. The coach
told her his plan, and he told her the same thing it is for Troy's own good.
After awhile she agreed to help. The coach was always very personable, and
could gain peoples trust very easy. The next day the coach called the players
together. DO YOU WANT TO BE LOOSERS BOY'S! NO SIR! DO YOU WANT TO BE THE ONLY
TEAM IN 20 YEARS TO GO DOWN HAS LOOSERS! NO SIR! Then we have to help our star
quarterback get his mind on the game again boys. The coach talked with the
boys, and like Debbie after awhile they to believed they were helping there
friend. Troy arrived at the school at 5pm like always. He didn't even have any
idea what was about to happen. He looked up, and saw Debbie winking at him.
She took her cheerleaders top off and motioned for him to follow her. Troy got
an erection the moment her saw her. He followed her into the school. She was
standing at the weight room door, and stepped out of her skirt. She smiled,
and went into the dark room. Troy followed her. His erection pushing against
his jeans. When he stepped in he said we havent got to much time. Coach will
have my balls if he catches us in here. She hushed him, and layed him on the
weight bench. She took out handcuff, and fasten them to his wrist. I always
wanted to do this baby. She said with a wink. Troy didn't resist her. She took
his pants down, and his boxers. She began to suck his cock in her mouth, and
groaned with pleasure. You like that sweety. Yes he said breathing harder. She
said I want you to enjoy this very much. I love you, and thats why I am doing
this. She said your future depends on it. Troy still didn't know what Debbie
was talking about, and at that point he didn't care. She slowly lowered her
self on to his erect cock. Troy loved the warmth of her vagina. She milked
him, and quickly he cummed. He was sweaty, and told her quick let me go. If I
am late the coach will bust my balls. Then the coach spoke. No son I am not
going to bust your balls, we are going to cut them off. Troy began began to
beg. PLEASE DON'T COACH! I thought you loved me like a son. I do son. I am
doing this for your own good. Boys step in here. Soon the whole team was
gathered around Troy. Boys Troy is our star. We have to put his needs first
dont we boys. YES SIR! The coach said Anderson down on your knees. Anderson
did what the caoch asked him to do. Suck Troys dick boy. Anderson looked at
the coach. DO IT NOW BOY! YES SIR! Anderson put Troys cock into his mouth as
all players did. Each working to give the quarterback the pleasure that he
earned. Troy many great players have come from this school. All went through
what you are going through now. I want you to be the best player that you can
be. After the last member of the team had suck Troy's cock. The coach brought
out the bander. He snapped it on Troy's sac, and Troy groaned in pain. Boys
Troy is making the ultimate sacrifice for this team, and we are going to play
hard for him. YES SIR! The boys answered. With that the coach opened the sac
of the teenager, and removed his balls. The coach then gave Troy pain killers
to make him sleep. Troy rested at the school for three days. The coach had the
other players covering for him. The night of the big game had come. Cross town
rivals were undefeated, and was bragging a championship may be there's this
year. Troy played the best game of his life. He passed for 500yards, and 5
touchdowns. The Wildcats won every game the rest of the year, and Troy set
state records in all stats. He was picked up by a top ten school, and three
years later had a Heisman Trophy to his credit. He was drafter number one into
the NFL. Two years later he was named MVP to the Superbowl. When asked what
his secret was he said my coach in highschool taught me about winning at any
cost. Whats your coaches name Troy. Coach Carter he said smiling. There you
have it Vince another star player sent to the NFL by coach Carter. I wonder
what his secret is. Back to you Vince in the booth.
* * *
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Aunt Katherine | MINOR | Aunt makes sure her Nephew stays a Good boy....... | ` He did not understand what was about to happen..Aunt Katherine had given him
a nice warm cup of tea and the sedative had made him drowsy. He was lying on
her bed-nude and his legs spread open-he felt too weak to close them. His well
developed testicles rested on the bed- his large penis semi rigid -tho he
could not understand why... `
Aunt Katherine glanced at her darling nephew. An attractive, buxom woman of 41
she loved the boy but also realized his hormones were now changing their
relationship. She often caught his 15 year old eyes glancing at her deep
cleavage and she realized only the simple proceedure she was about to perform
could keep him young and innocent-free of the carnal lust men were so capable
of.
She entered the room- smiled at the young boy and sat next to him."Jason: she
softly spoke-you do know how much i love you dont you?" The semi conscious boy
nodded and smiled at his lovely aunt..Despite his drugged state his penis
slightly quivered at the sight of his beautiful aunt so close to
him..Katherine smiled again and continued: Im going to perform a very simple
little proceedure Jason and when its all over youll be so much happier.And
calmer.
Jason felt his aunt gently place her hands under his scrotum and lift the
heavy sack.His penis became erect from her touch but she calmly held the penis
away from the sack....He saw Aunt Katherine remove a device from her nearby
table -some sort of scissor it looked like- and he watched as if in a dream as
she carefully placed the ripe heavy sack into it....
One year later Aunt Katherine kissed her lovely nephew as he came for his
annual summer visit. She noticed he had gained a bit of weight and was even
calmer and more docile than before....
That night they shared the hot tub.....Katherine noticing his now tiny penis
limp and adorable hanging between his legs..Jason noted how large and
beautiful his aunt's breasts were and how happy she was to see him...
He had long forgotten what sexual desire even felt like.
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Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter Index | GAY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | In response to an email, this is a brief guide to the chapters. | Chapter 1
Lukas rings Matthew and they go to the movies.
Chapter 2
On the boat, Lukas gives Matthew a key.
Chapter 3
Lukas tells Matthew about the padlock.
Chapters 4 – 6
Matthew helps Lukas with the padlock.
Chapter 7
Matthew measures his cock and tries the padlock on himself.
Chapter 8
Matthew meets Lukas at Christian’s house.
Chapter 9
Matthew swallows the tablets.
Chapter 10
Matthew and Christian travel into Lukas’ mind.
Chapter 11
Lukas masturbates in the studio.
Chapter 12
Matthew fucks Christian.
Chapter 13
Matthew tries Lukas’ jocks on.
Chapter 14
Lukas uses a backscrubber in the shower.
Chapter 15
Lukas cracks his nuts on the parallel bars.
Chapter 16
Matthew wanks. He decides to wear Lukas’ jocks, and he rings him, asking him
if he wants to go up the coast today.
Chapter 17
Matthew can’t get rid of his erection, and he embarrasses himself in front of
Lukas.
Chapter 18
Lukas forgets to take his trunks to the beach and has to swim in his jocks,
which he loses.
Chapter 19
Matthew lends Lukas his jocks, and they shower together in the changeroom at
Whale. Matthew’s mother finds Lukas’ jocks in his jeans.
Chapter 20
Matthew is in Lukas’ mind when Lukas touches the statue, and he remembers how
it was made.
Chapter 21
Matthew hits Lukas’ nuts with a hammer.
Chapter 22
Matthew dresses Lukas in the ABC jocks.
Chapter 23
At the beach, Lukas realises he’s forgotten his bag. They go to the shop, and
Lukas buys a pair of designer speedos.
Chapter 24
In the showers, Matthew accuses Lukas of being gay.
Chapter 25
On the drive home, Matthew can’t get rid of his erection, and he ejaculates
spontaneously.
Chapter 26
Lukas and Matthew see a movie in which a jock has his gear ruined by a kid.
Chapter 27
McCady discovers Matthew in Lukas’ mind.
Chapter 28
Matthew dresses Lukas in the ABC jocks again, and he wears them on the beach.
Chapter 29
Lukas rides the board. Matthew grips him between the legs and tears the ABC
jocks off him.
Chapter 30
In the changeroom, Matthew shows Lukas his cock and comes over him. A kid
comes in and grabs Lukas by the hips.
Chapter 31
Lukas shows Matthew his dad’s collection of bondage gear.
Chapter 32
Lukas shows Matthew the museum.
Chapter 33
Matthew takes Lukas to the hardware store.
Chapters 34 – 37
Matthew crushes Lukas’ nuts.
Chapter 38
Matthew showers Lukas and reads him a story.
Chapter 39
Matthew squeezes Lukas’ sack.
Chapter 40
Matthew fucks Lukas.
Chapter 41
With his cock in Lukas’ mouth, Matthew bites his mushy sack.
Chapter 42
The kid from the changeroom squeezes Lukas’ sack in the surf.
Chapter 43
Matthew and Lukas have lunch at Rodney’s house. Rodney dresses Matthew in
short shorts and touches his cock under the table.
Chapter 44
Matthew smashes Lukas’ sack with a mallet.
Chapter 45
Christian tells Matthew about the baby. At home again, Matthew discovers that
his cock is getting longer.
Chapter 46
Matthew talks Lukas into buying a thong and he wears it on the beach.
Chapter 47
Matthew talks Lukas into having his testicles cut out.
Chapters 48 – 49
Matthew cuts Lukas’ testicles out of his sack.
Chapter 50
Rodney phones Matthew and Matthew pulls himself while he listens to Rodney.
Chapter 51
Lukas changes into the thong in the changeroom.
Chapter 52
Matthew tries to fuck Rodney in the surf.
Chapter 53
Lukas and Matthew argue in the car.
Chapter 54
Matthew argues with his parents.
Chapter 55
Matthew goes to live at Lukas’. He fucks him, and the following day, confronts
Christian about the tablets.
Chapter 56
Matthew measures his cock again. Lukas sucks him off.
Chapter 57
Lukas and Matthew argue. Lukas changes his picture of Matthew.
Chapters 58 – 62
Matthew cuts Lukas’ cock off.
Chapter 63
Matthew eats Lukas’ cock and is arrested.
Chapters 64 – 66
At the police station, Judd gives Matthew some of his own medicine.
Chapter 67
Matthew has to squash his swollen gear into the tight jeans, and Mr Sorensen
takes him home.
Chapter 68
Matthew wears Lukas’ leotard to the hospital. He sucks on Lukas’ catheter.
Chapter 69
In the lift, a kid called Jimmy (Jacob) squeezes Matthew’s gear.
Chapter 70
Matthew comes down off the tablets.
Chapter 71
Matthew visits Lukas and helps him piss. He apologises for what he has done to
Lukas, and at home, he is comforted by McCady.
Chapter 72
At home again, Lukas has to wear adult diapers. He finds the glasses in one of
Matthew’s boxes.
Chapter 73
Lukas collapses in pain, and suddenly, Matthew understands.
Chapter 74
Christian explains everything. They argue, and Christian forces Lukas’ hand.
Chapters 75 - 76
Matthew recovers.
Chapter 77
Matthew remembers.
Chapter 78
Lukas shows Matthew his groin.
Chapter 79
Matthew meets some old friends at Christian’s place.
Chapter 80
Matthew remembers everything and tells Lukas.
Chapter 81
Lukas is missing.
Chapters 82 – 91
Matthew meets Rodney in the basement.
Chapter 92
Matthew meets Lukas on a plane.
Chapter 93
Jimmy (Jacob) kills Turner.
Chapter 94
Matthew is fucked - and chosen to be hunted.
Chapter 95
Lukas fires at Matthew in the clearing.
Chapter 96
Matthew discovers that he has castrated a boy named Nathan. He and Lukas go to
the beach.
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David Loses his Dick | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | David and Peter have their dicks cooked, cut off and eaten. | ` I got out of the car in the lonely stretch of desert and quickly stripped
naked except for a pair of sandals. My 8" cut penis stood at attention at the
thought of what was going to happen to it very shortly. `
I walked slowly down the path, my hard cock swaying as I went. Soon, I
encountered several naked men having hot gay sex with each other. One looked
up while he was sucking the huge dick of another, and noted my hard dick. He
smiled and then moaned in pleasure as another naked fag shoved his hard dick
deep into his asshole.
Continuing on, I reached the main picnic area, which was crowded with naked
gay men having sex with each other, or stoking the fire under a big pit
barbeque.
A hot blond guy walked up to me, his erect penis swaying with each step. "I'm
Sam," he said. "You must be David."
He held out his hand to shake mine as I nodded, then instead grabbed my hard
penis and pumped it up and down. I moaned and grabbed his dick.
He laughed. "Plenty of time for that later," he said. "Right now, we've got to
get you cooking.
He led me over to the barbeque pit where another naked guy my age was
standing. He had an even bigger penis than mine, a good 9" and as thick around
as my forearm.
"This is Peter," explained Sam. "He's also going to have his dick and balls
cooked and eaten today."
With that, Sam injected a painkiller into the base of Peter's dick. Peter
flinched a bit, but didnt otherwise move. Sam quickly slipped a collar around
Peter's penis and then turned his attention to me. He eyed my penis lustfully.
"No painkillers for you, David, I want you to feel every second that your dick
and balls are cooking."
He slipped a collar similar to the one he put on Peter's dick around my own
dick and led us both to the fire. With a quick movement, he thrust my dick and
balls through a hole in the side of the barbeque, and tied them down to the
grill. Within seconds, I could feel the heat coursing through my penis, balls,
and sac.
Peter's sex organs joined mine on the grill. While Sam was busy putting
Peter's dick and balls on the grill, I felt a huge cock push its way into my
anus. I looked behind me and saw a hot young stud start to ram his dick up my
asshole. Peter was getting the same treatment from another hot fag.
After ten minutes, the pain in my sex organs stopped, and I could just feel a
sort of nice warmth in my groin. Sam basted my dick and balls with a bowl-full
of sperm. The sperm immediately started to brown on my dick and balls.
Peter also had a bowl-full of cum basted onto his penis.
A few minutes later, Sam held up a fork for Peter and I to look at. We both
knew what was coming next.
Sam gently stuck the tines of his fork into my penis-head. The fork met with
little ressistance, sliding completly through the head of my dick. Clear
juices welled up from the fully cooked head of my dick.
Then Sam stuck the tines of the fork into the shaft of my dick, with the same
results. One last check, with the tines of the fork psssing right through each
of my balls.
Sam pronounced me ready to carve, and released my sex organs from the grill.
At first, my balls and dick didn't seem to want to release from the grill,
then they sprang up all at once, golden brown with juices dribbling down the
tasty sex organs.
He guided me to a cutting table, and laid my dick and balls on the board. He
pulled out a sharp knife, and with one single motion, cut off my balls and
sac. Another fast motion with his knife, and Sam cut off my dick.
I got to eat a piece of Peter's penis head and shaft, as well as one of his
balls and a bit of scrotum.
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For Danny | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Danny is 20 years old, and has waited a long time to lose his cock and balls. The big day finally arrives. | How long have you known that this day would arrive, Danny? Since
the initial stirrings of puberty, when that first erection sprung
free? Or since you first glanced with delight around the locker
room at the handsome young men, with their hard bodies and dangling
cocks?
How many hours did you spend alone in your room, imagining those
same cocks in your mouth, or in your ass? It never took long before
a ribbon of semen lay across your stomach and chest. You dipped
your fingers in the sticky white fluid and tasted it, pretending it
came from Jason or Billy or Steve, or some other boy whose name you
did not know.
But those hours masturbating also awoke another urge within you,
Danny. While you loved the feel of your hard cock in your hand, and
the look of your balls hanging snug in their sack, you also wanted
them to be gone. You couldn’t explain it, but you knew some day you
would lose them, and the thought made you harder than ever.
A leather strap around your sack makes your balls bulge tight
against the skin. You pick up a small knife and gently push its
point against the captive orbs. The sharp sting makes you stop, but
the thrill is great. You repeat the action up and down the shaft of
your cock, each time noticing how your penis swells in response to
the probing of the knife. Some day, some day, you keep repeating.
You begin college at a beautiful campus in the Shenandoah Valley,
with beautiful boys, too. A 20th birthday arrives also. You are a
man now, but men have cocks and balls and you want to be different.
You think of castration each night, as you stroke your shaft and
squeeze your scrotum. Soon, you repeat, wiping your cum from your
chest. Soon it will stop being a fantasy and become real.
Then came the day you read the posting on the Internet. It sounded
genuine as you read the details – his long experience in castrating
boys and men. He lived only a few hours away, and you knew that
soon you would visit him.
The arrangements were simple, and your overnight bag was packed.
Then you stroke your cock, moving deliberately so that you can
remember each sensation. You ejaculate, a spasm of pleasure you
have experienced hundreds of times before, but this time is
different. This time there will be no more.
The train ride wasn’t long but it seemed like forever to you,
Danny. Your heart wouldn’t stop pounding. Under your jeans a cock
strained for release, rigid at the thought that it would soon be
freed from its long bondage. Your balls pressed tightly up against
it, knowing they too would soon be released from their sack.
A pleasant house in a tree-filled neigborhood. Could any of the
neighbors possibly guess what went on in within those walls?
Michael prided himself in doing a good job, separating young men
from their genitals. He provided a service that few others were
willing to perform, and today you would become his latest client.
The house was decorated nicely, you thought. Except for the master
bedroom, the house was like any other. But that room was where you
soon would lie, a lifetime of longing about to end. You were
trembling, but you also knew that you wouldn’t walk out the front
door, either. It felt right that you were in this house.
You removed each item of clothing carefully, placing them on top of
the dresser. You stared at yourself in the mirror – a penis,
swollen and rigid, and below it a sack tightly drawn up. You knew
you would never see this image again, and the thought made you a
little sad, but at the same time very happy.
Climbing on the metal table, you put your arms against your body,
feeling Michael tying the leather straps around your wrists. Your
feet are soon up in stirrups, held there by more straps. A pillow
beneath you raises your groin even higher, so that he could easily
do what he needed.
You look at the light shining down on you, as you feel the cold
liquid being applied to your cock and balls. You feel surprisingly
calm, even though a sharp needle is soon invading your groin,
numbing any sensation. Neither pleasure nor pain will ever emerge
from your genitals again.
A pillow props up your head and you watch as Michael begins. He
cuts around your sack, carefully but purposefully. A cotton swaps
absorbs the trickle of blood that follows the scalpel. Your
testicle looks different than you imagined, somehow smaller and
less round. It dangles from its stalk but not for long; a few more
cuts and it lies in Michael’s hand. He shows it to you and you
smile. Only a few minutes pass before its twin has also been freed.
You look at them as they sit together in a glass container. Then
you feel a tug at your penis.
Without your balls the penis now seems useless, so you feel no
regret as you watch the steel instrument cutting into the head.
Michael is skillful, slicing the shaft vertically around the
catheter. The strips of flesh lie on your stomach, moving up and
down as you breathe. Soon, only the plastic tube can be seen
emerging from your middle.
The surgery that follows takes much longer, but your interest is
already waning. The purpose of your visit has been accomplished.
Your new life is about to begin.
At one time you feared loneliness would follow your change, but
this proves not to be so. You still desire the company of other
men, and they still desire you. Some still have their cocks and
balls, and others do not. But you find one another, and you are
happy in what you have become.
You waited 20 years, Danny. But many more years than that will now
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Mechanization (short, straight?, penectomy) | "Since your last visit, we've become completely mechanized," explained Sue, a
heavy-set woman in her forties. Her friend Patty, a pretty young woman, looked
at the contraption with amazement.
"How does it work?" she asked.
"Well, it allows us to take on about 50 men per hour. Thus the cost for each
is a lot lower. Of course, there will always be those who can afford personal
service from a dominant mistress or a gay man, but this offers relief for the
masses. Look at the line out there!"
Through the glass door, the women could see a long queue of men, huddled in
the cold. "They've been waiting out there for hours!"
Sue went to the door unlocked it, and opened it. "Twelve at a time, please!"
she cried, as the men jostled for entrance. With some difficulty, she kept out
everyone after the first dozen. "The rest of you will have to wait your turn.
It doesn't take long."
She handed each man who had entered a leaflet, but none of them read it--they
seemed to know its contents already. "All right, gentlemen, take your
positions!" Each stepped up to one of the available places at the machine.
"To begin, insert a credit card," explained Sue. "The charge is only one
hundred dollars." Most had already done so, and were waiting impatiently to
continue. "Notice the economy," explained Sue to Patty. ""Getting cropped by a
mistress or master costs at least a thousand. Some of our more talented
dominants charge many times that!"
Then, returning to the eager men, she went on. "When the green light goes on,
insert your penis in the opening in front of you. Be sure to put it all the
way in, including the balls." Most of the men had already done so. "Look at
them," murmurred Sue to Patty. "They've all got hard-ons. They love it!"
"Now, when you press the red button on the machine, you will feel a ring clamp
around your cock and balls. At this point, the process becomes irreversible,
so think carefully before taking this step! Once the ring is in place, you
will never be able to remove your penis from the machine." Patty gasped.
Despite Sue's warning, the rings could be heard clamping into place.
Shortly afterwards, the men began to wince.
"They've each just got a shot of anesthetic. It takes about five minutes to go
into effect."
The men, sweating, waited impatiently. "Can't you speed this up?" cried one of
the men. "Yes," cried another, "it's what we've been dreaming of for months."
"Just be patient--it's better this way," replied Sue. Slicing noises could be
heard, then a sizzling sound. "Cauterization," explained Sue to Patty. The
machine automatically cauterizes and sutures the wound."
The men began staggering away from the machine, in happy triumph, their
fondest dream come true. "Congratulations, girls!" cried Sue. Now just step
into the next room, where you can rest for a few minutes. Make room for the
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Hired to Cut -Part 2 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | She hade her living with the knife. | ` Shocked, she had ran from the slave shed to her room. Masood came to her an
hour later. " I am sorry if I have distressed you , my lady " he said. " I
wish to give you as much time as you need to consider my proposal. If you
refuse, I shall not be offended. But do not act in haste. I would beg you to
consider your present situation though. I am prepared to offer you ten gold
pieces for every male you remove the testicles from, that is if he survives
the operation. My lady, this is not England, it has been common practice here
for many generations to cut slaves. Also you would not be the first woman to
perform the operation. In fact it has usually been women who did the cutting
in the past. At the risk of sounding a little indelicate my lady, the ladies
seem to have a certain liking for it. The old crone I told you about earlier,
had a very strong liking for it indeed. In fact my lady, I am of the opinion
that she had to strong a liking for it, her methods inflicted much pain , and
I had many losses. Indeed I pity even the rams and the stallions she gelds.
Consider this , how much less painful it would be for those poor wretches to
be cut by somebody with a degree of medical knowledge, how much better their
chances of survival. My lady, I have business to attend to, I shall return
tomorrow for your decision. Remember , my lady, whatever your decision, those
young men are going to be castrated anyway." `
She spent the next twelve hours,going over and over it in her head. At first
she could not believe that he had made such a proposal, to her . " He wants me
to castrate those young slaves for him. He will pay me to cut out their
testicles, cut out their testicles as if they were horses. He will pay me ten
gold pieces to cut the manhood from them. " Suddenly she realised that she
felt calmer, no longer agitated. She began to considered her positon now. She
could leave here , walk away, back to her misery. She sat back in her chair.
She suddenly realised she was thinking of the males in the cages. Thinking of
what she had seen. She felt ashamed but she could not stop. "They were naked,
she had seen them naked, had seen their penises. Had seen their testicles. Had
seen what was to be cut out of them. What he wanted her to cut out of them.
Her mind was raceing now. He said it would be easier on them, did he not?. Of
course it would. They would have to be naked when they were being castrated,
of course they would. They would have to be naked and their legs would have to
be spread when they were being cut. She would be able to see their penises
again. And she would see their testicles. And she would have to feel their
testicles. Seperate them for the knife. The knife in her hand." For the first
time in years, her body was racked by an explosive orgasm.
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Pick a smart one | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A man, his bander, and a working girl. | The bed was comfortable. Handcuffed to the bedposts and face down in soft
pillows, I couldn’t help but think how helpless I was. Of course, my ass
lifted high into the air by a harness from the ceiling didn’t help much. I
moaned as the warm shaving cream was smeared around my balls, up and down my
throbbing cock, and playfully slid across my ass cheeks. She was truly a
professional. With one hand, she shaved my groin and with the other, milked my
pulsing rod. I didn’t last long. Half the sac was done when I bit the pillow
and fired my man milk into the metal bowl between my legs. She never missed a
stroke, just kept shaving and massaging.
“All nice and clean,” she announced. Looking between my legs, I admired my low
hanging balls and swaying prick. I had stretched and pumped both for hours
everyday. I knew every curve of that package and could stare at them glowing
in the lamplight forever. The steaming towel thrust between my legs pulled my
mind from the haze. I squirmed and tried to escape the hot towel burning my
precious friends. After a few moments, however, my squirms turned to grinds
and thrusts as I attacked the now cooling soft towel. With a victory moan, I
fired my cannon at the enemy and watched the towel retreat from our short
battle.
Heated from battle, my balls hung even lower, and block my view between my
legs. Panting, I swung my hips to swing my balls like a pendulum of a large
grandfather clock. The little blonde girl was watching the video again.
Holding the device already loaded with a fresh rubber ring, she studied the
video closely. The cowboy approached the bull from behind. He squeezed the
large balls to the bottom of the sac. Finally, he positioned the device at the
very top of the sac and pulled the trigger. The camera zoomed in on the green
ring strangling the life from the soon to be steer’s balls.
I had used the bander on my balls hundreds of times. Once I discovered my
orgasm was stronger with the bands crushing my tender cords, I never stroked
with out choke. Lately, however, it had gotten old. So, here I was. The
cathouse had no rules and very little supervision. I simply picked the girl
from the line up and went to a room. She was a little surprised when I opened
the briefcase, but I have to admit the bander does look like a gun. I showed
her the video and we discussed the events to fulfill my fantasy. So far, I was
very pleased.
A hand gripped my sac just beneath the base of my cock and slowly pulled down.
The device was a little cold as the prongs touched my inner thighs. A cold
metal prong scrapped my pulsing cock to one side as the device slid to the
very top of my sac. Even when I know the trigger is being pulled, I still jerk
when the band snaps into place and the cords are compressed.
“Mmmmm, how does that feel Suga?”
I moaned into the pillow and thrust at the air with my hips.
“Well, if one is that good, why stop there?”
I had tried up to three bands in my private sessions, but never got to a
fourth. By the time I had loaded and positioned three, my balls were cold and
discolored. I had brought a pack of twenty rings. I jerked and thrust even
harder with my hips when the second band was placed. When the third band
snapped around my sac, I desperately needed her to rub my cock. I said so and
she laughed as the fourth band produced a jerk and renewed hip thrusts. By the
seventh band, I was running out of sac to trap. My balls looked like two plums
glued at the end of a green striped pencil and I was certain I was going to go
insane if I didn’t get my cock touched. I would have rubbed my cock against
sandpaper or shards of glass if it were placed near my thrusting hips.
“Suga, I must say, this has been a fun hour, but your time is almost up. Where
would you like to spend your last load?”
I moaned into the pillow and with a foggy mind, tried to make sense of her
words. She kept talking. She squeezed her breasts together. She bent over. She
made a wanking motion with her hand.
“Well, since you can’t decide, I guess it is house choice. I choose, a
blowjob.”
She slid between my thighs and sucked my plums. At first, I was frustrated
that she had missed the obvious target. Then she licked up the rings, flicking
each with her tongue. Tracing the veins on my cock with her moist tongue, she
arrived at the head and swallowed my shaft whole. I thrust into the warm
throat. Her tongue ring was compressed between her chin and the first ring on
my sac as I coated her tonsils with cream. The springs in the bed beneath her
head creaked as I jack hammered her skull with an orgasm Ill never forget. I
grew soft in her mouth and she spat me out.
“Now lets finish up,” she said as she grabbed the small curved scissors from
the briefcase. I had often used them to get underneath the bands and carefully
remove them without cutting the sensitive sac. I begged her to hurry and cut
them off. I had never had the bands on this long, or this many.
“Don’t worry Suga, I know, I know.”
**Snip**
They bounced slightly as they hit the spring mattress. I remember that. One
small green band remained at the top of my sac, just under my soft cock. The
other bands followed my plums as they bounced from the bed to the floor. It
was at that moment, I realized that I had picked the stupidest working girl
from the line up.
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Christine finds an ally | This continues the Christine plays Poker story. Christine meets a woman with similar interests, who extracts sexual pleasure as her price for future activities. | On leaving the club, Alix walked to a red Mustang and beckoned Christine into
the passenger seat. Christine got in and put her bag on her lap. She could
smell the old leather of the seats and there was more than enough room to
stretch her legs.
‘This is quite an item,’ she said.
‘Yes, it is my pride and joy. But it takes some upkeep at its current age.’
She put her hand on Christine’s knee as she made sure she had her seat belt on
properly.
She roared off, and said, ‘Are you pleased with your trophy?’
‘Yes,’ said Christine, openning the bag and pulling out the little plastic
container containing Fiona’s clitoris, ‘But it’s not a remarkable specimin,
and I would like to have had three of them.’
She looked more closely at Alix. A lot of her height was leg, which now
protruded through the split skirt she wore into knee length black boots, which
laced up the front. From the waist upward she also black leather in the shape
of a lace up bodice, which pushed her large breasts upwards. As she turned the
wheel, the strong muscles in her biceps showed.
It was only ten minutes drive to Christine’s apartment.
Alix pulled the car into the kerb and stopped the engine.
Christine said, ‘Thank you, I’m just here.’
‘Aren’t you going to invite me up for a coffee?’
‘Would you like to me to do you as well?’
‘Not tonight, but I might be able to get you some trade. Perhaps we could
discuss it?’
‘OK! I’ll make some coffee.’
They got out of the car and entered the downstairs door.
‘I’m on the third floor. It’s a walk up.’
Christine got to the door and unlocked it. The apartment was small with two
rooms and a bathroom.
Alix sat on a sofa as Christine filled a jug with water and put the filter
coffee machine on. She turned round to Alix and said, ‘How can I get more
trade?’
‘I know a few people, who might be interested in your services.’
‘How do you know I provide services?’
‘Not everyone carries a clitoridectomy kit in their handbag. Besides you acted
with such precision. This was not your first time.’
‘My first time in this country.’
‘So you have your first American clitoris.’
‘I didn’t say that.’
‘You’ve been collecting them outside the country?’
‘Oh yes. An American was my first. I’ll show you a picture of her, while the
coffee filters through.’
Christine went into the bedroom and brought back a photograph of Io
spreadeagled the moment after excision. She held the two feet wide photograph
in front of her and pointed to the mid point between Io’s legs. ‘You see that
speck. It’s her clitoris! It’s just been sliced off.’
She handed the photograph to Alix and went to fix the coffee. ‘Do you take
milk?’
‘No thanks, just black.’
Alix put the photograph down as Christine handed her a coffee.
Chrstine said, “ I feel a bit silly still in my raincoast. I’ll just go and
change.’
‘Just take your raincoat off. It’s warm enough.’
Christine kicked her shoes off and unbottoned the raincoat. She turned round,
keeping her legs tightly together, looked at Alix and said, ‘It’s not very
impressive, titless and hairless.’
Alix put her hand between Christine’s thighs, forcing it upwards. ‘But very
wet,’ she said, as her fingers moved around.
‘You won’t find anything to play with down there. I should have said clitless
as well.’
‘So you were just bluffing in the club,’ Alix said, without moving her hand.
‘Not quite,’ replied Christine as she again fondled her locket.
‘Let me see.’
Christine took off her locket and put in Alix’s right hand. Her left remained
between Christine’s legs and her fingers sought her vaginal openning. ‘There’s
no real fun up there either, but I don’t mind being stretched..’ Christine
said as she relaxed her thigh muscles, parting her legs slightly.
Alix took her hand away and looked at the locket.
‘It’s also not very impressive,’ said Christine, I have more impressive
examples in there.’ Pointing to the bedroom.
‘Ill see those later, ‘ replied Alix, who gave the locket back. Christine put
it on the table and sat on one of the dining chairs opposite Alix. She kept
her knees and ankles together.
Alix leaned back on the sofa stretching. She parted her legs comfortably. She
smiled. ‘I have a proposition for you. I’ll find the women for you, and we’ll
do them together. You can keep their clitorises. But after each event, you’’ll
perform cunnilingus with me.’
‘The more the merrier!’ responded Christine, smiling for the first time and
sticking her tongue out, licking round the outside of her mouth.
‘OK, we’ll begin now. Where’s you shower.’
‘It’s through he bedroom.’
Alix got up and went into the bedroom, ‘Wait until I call you.’
Chrstine heard the shower go and sat. Her wet outer labia began to stick to
the chair top.
After five minutes, Alix called and Christine entered her bedroom. Alix stood
there magnificently. She was naked and shaved. Her large breasts hardly sagged
and waist was narrow and well muscled. She had one of Christine bondage wrist
constrainers in her hand. ‘Come here and turn round.’
Christine hesitated. Alix came across, “You think I’m going to leave you free
with all your equipment at hand?’ She grabbed Christine by the shoulders,
twirled her round and pulled her two wrists into the contrainer, which she
strapped tight.
She walked across to the bed, sat on it and motioned for Christine to begin.
Alix lay back as Chrsitine’s tongue carriessed her outer labia, then her her
inner and finally her clitoris. Chrsitine found it astonishingly small for
such a big woman, but she continued to do her job. She felt Alix shudder at
orgasm and stopped. The she heard, ‘No go on until I tell you to stop.’
Finally. Alix sat up and pulled Christine’s head up. She got some tissues and
cleaned her face.
‘You’re good at that,’ she said, ‘You are an odd dyke.’
Leaving Christine kneeling, Alix got dressed and then pulled Christine up. She
untied her constraint, kissed her on the lips and went to leave. Turning at
the door, she said, ‘I’ll have some trade in a few days.’
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Date, women's idea of a party! | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | What a fun party the ladies have at the male's expense. | A date.
=======
I was at a friend's party chatting to a petite young woman. Things were
going well, I thought. The suddenly, she kneed me in the groin. I doubled
up. Everyone stopped talking and were watching. "Kiss my feet!" she said.
She slammed her weight onto my back and neck. I fell to the floor. She
grabbed my hair and tried to lift me. I grabbed her hands. As my body
straightened. She swiftly aimed and kicked. Perfect kick. She landed it
directly in my balls. I slumpted on the floor at her feet and through tear
filled eyes aimed my kiss. "That's better" she said. "Easy when you try".
"Now strip". I hesitated. She just stared at me. I stripped. The other
people in the party were in shock. The women were watching intensely as
I took off my shirt, then my jeans and finally my underpants. I felt all
the girls' eyes on my genitals.
"On all fours". I did as I was told. She sat on my back. She took some ribbon
from her hair and tied it around my balls. Pulled the ribbon, through my
legs and sat astride my back like a jockey with this ribbon as a reverse
form of reigns. She rode me around the room.
"OK, girls who wants a ride". A female friend of mine volunteered. For a friend
she was very rough with my balls. While I was being ridden. She attacked
another poor innocent male and whithin 30 minutes, there were 3 male horses.
The other males stood watching silently as their women were excited by the
event.
"Now for a race". "The prize, not to be gelded". She held up a pair of sharp
kitchen scissors.
The race began. On the first lap I was in third. I was catching up a few times
but my jockey tugged the reigns too hard and this slowed me. The second lap
I passed 1 guy and was gaining on the leader. The woman on my back was
encouraging and kept my balls steady. My balls not jumping around allowed
me to increase the speed. I had passed the leader and building up a big lead.
Half a lap to go. She suddenly yanked my balls hard. I collapsed. She kept
tugging them. I couldnt get up. I saw another bahind me. Even though I was in
agony being tugged I crawled towards the line. Just before the line, the
guy behind passed me.
Still on all fours.
"Now for the winning ceremony. In 3rd place Fred." With that the jocky took
his balls in her hand. Squeezed tight and said "Enjoy it while you can".
And snip. His scrotum containing his balls were now dangling not from his
body but the jocky's hand.
"In 2nd place, .....". I felt her grip my balls and the pain as she squeezed.
Then the feel of cold metal and the pain stopped. The jockey came round to
our heads and waved our scrotums in our face, These were your balls and now
they're ours.
The young woman who started off the evening with my humiliation, now showed
the winning jockey how to cook their prized winnings. We sat at their feet
like drooling dogs with puppy dog eyes as we watched as they tucked into
our testicles. By the expressions on their faces, they must have tasted
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Castration is a good thing | BI, NULLIFICATION | I cheated and this was the last resort. Turns out this was the second best thing that ever happened to me. My wife is of course the best. Love her! | I am now very comfortable in my new state, not quite man not quite woman but
very much a part of both. I am much more feminine, pretty in a boyish way like
a tomboy. I am not the dominant partner I used to be, by far less sexual in a
masculine role. My wife is much happier, it was her idea. I used to cheat on
her frequently with an insatiable lust for sex: Raw sex, a meaningless sex not
at all what we have now.
We dated in our early twenties in 1984 going out to bars working hard and
spending all our money. It was fun. We partied. Her career took off as she now
runs a very large company. She is a consummate businesswoman and a terrific
provider. My career went south. I would work late with lots of overtime and
never produced a tenth of her income.
While she is very pretty, she didn’t like sex with me. I had good girth and
size lots of muscle but sex was not the same for her. I was too rough. I
strayed several times until she caught me about 15 years ago just after we
bought a house. She was very upset to say the least. She said that the only
way I could stay is if she had my balls. Turns out she really wasn’t kidding.
She said that she would only take me back if I had my testicles removed. She
even arranged the surgery. It was quick and painless. She requested to have my
scrotum completely removed so that all that would remain was my penis but
decided that when she learned that there would be some shrinkage that a labial
shaped split would be even more suitable. I didn’t fully understand what was
in store next but I was desperate to win back her heart.
I used to have a solid seven inches that had sizable girth but now I’m down to
a skinny flaccid two and a half which can get erect to three with injections.
I hardly bother, except when she really wants me to join in. I am more her
homemaker now, more interested in fashions and keeping our house in season,
I’d just rather cuddle. As it turned out because I was younger the loss of
testosterone had more of a profound effect on me and I truly enjoy it.
I am in love with my body. The increase in body fat has given me a much more
womanly figure without body hair. I love to work out and I dress with suitable
androgyny. We did have additional surgery for my feet about six years ago so
that I can wear both woman’s loafers and mules or clogs a(a woman’s size
eight) which is okay for some one 5’10. Yes, I wear thongs and panties,
sometimes boxers for casual shorts. When we go out for dinners I’m more into
slacks. At home I wear my tights with a loose shirt and clogs. Sometimes a bit
of makeup . I keep my fingernails short but they are well manicured. Our toes
we do together Which is a blast.
She had taken on a few lovers which we shared. sometimes male, sometimes
female, a couple of shemales too. Yes I do swallow. It’s not that weird after
losing interest I’m not really a man now anyway. But yes, I am skilled for
both. I mostly hold her, which is what I crave.. Once in a while when she
wants just me we will go through the injection process but I’m not as into it
anymore. Let he have some fun with others. We have such a pretty house and she
is such a good provider. I would truly recommend this life to all.
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Brett's UN-Lucky Jock Part 1 | STRAIGHT, magic shrinkage | the big man on campus gets taught a lasting lesson | ` Tanya sat down in her highschool gymnasium with a big grin on her face. It
was almost ten a.m., third period, almost showtime ! The chearleaders were
beginning their practice drills at one end of the small gym while the football
players had weight trainning at the other. The jocks were walking in from the
locker-room at a leisurely pace. She could hardly wait !!! REVENGE was almost
hers. So she sat patiently waiting for Brett to saunter in while thinking of
her one and only date with the infamous Big-Brett. `
She had been so excited, imagine, the "new-kid" freshmen asked out by the
captain of the football AND baseball team. The most popular guy in the whole
school had asked HER out! He had picked her up in his red mustang convertible
and taken her to one of those retro drive-in movies. She had been so nervous
sitting there next to the big athlete. Brett was by far the best looking guy
in town. He was a big, thickly muscled 18 year old, with beefy all-american
looks. He could have any girl he wanted with his sexy smile. And he knew it
too. Tanya hadn't known then but Brett had an ego to match his bulging biceps.
After the movie he had taken her to a secluded area where they could "watch
the stars". Once in the backseat, he turned into an animal. Tanya felt like
she had been swimming in muscles. At first she had been turned on by his smell
and the meaty hands all over her and the grunting. But she bagan to feel like
he was going too far. Tanya had always wanted to wait for marriage. She
certainly didn't want to lose her virginity in the back of a mustang with some
sweaty jock. When he unbuttonned the fly of his Levis he groaned a sigh of
relief. Tanya finally saw the monster that had been traped in his tight blue-
jeans. It was the biggest, fattest package she ever saw. Strainning to be
freed from his red and blue stripped jockey shorts. It must of been at least a
foot long and so wide, she had a hard time believing he wasn't smuggling a
softball in his crotch.
"Go ahead. " he said. "Touch it."
"No Brett I can't"
"Come on baby, you know you want it." He said grabbing her small arm. " All
the chicks want a piece of this." He mover her hand down to his crotch and
placed it on his thick package easily.
" Oh yeah that's it, stroke it." he said using his strength to rub her hand on
his ponderous bulge.
"No..." she protested.
"Come on, stroke my fat dick bitch." he groaned and closed his eyes, a dumb
grin on his face.
Tanya chose this moment to act. ( If I dont I might get date-raped !) she
thought . She brought her freehand down to help kneed the front of his
jockeys.
" Oh yeah, some double handed action, that's the shit I'm talkin about." Brett
was in his glory.
She had been scared. Brett was five times her sized and probably a dozen times
stronger. But she had his only weakness in the palm of hands.
"Yeah baby that's it, that's it bitch.."He let go of her captive hand then.
Convinced that she could no longer resist Bi-Brett.
She waited till he was real comfortable, his head rolling around on his huge
shoulders moaning and groaning. He was obviously enjoying her small handywork,
let's see if he likes this technique...
"Oh yeah, work my big knob bitch, oh yeah ,oH YEAEEEEOOOOOWWW!!!"
With all her might Tanya had taken firm hold of Brett's big dick with one had
and his big balls with the other and twisted not once, but twice as if ringing
out a towel.
"OH FUCK, MY JOCK !" He yelped in a high feminine pitch. His face turning a
shade of deep purple, holding his groin with both hands like he held his
football.
Tanya jumped out of the car then and ran.
"You Bitch ! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS !!!" He screamed into the night.
Tanya had laughed all the way home picturing Big Brett nursing his big abused
tool. But she hadn't laughed that next monday back at school. Brett had told
everybody that he hadn't wanted to bed the new girl because she had horrible
gennital warts. She was hummiliated. Nobody would believe her word over
captain JOCK-USA. Nobody had questioned that Brett's labored walk had been a
reslult of " a way intense workout!" She boiled for revenge. But what could
she do??? Then she thought of her grandmother. Her grandmother who's hand at
magic was pretty good her dad had always said. So she went to her.
Entering the stuffy old victorian, Tanya just KNEW her grandmother was going
to find a proper revenge for Big Brett.
"What can I do for you sweetie??" the ancient lady asked.
"Grandmother, I want... um..." Tanya began.
"Revenge??" the old lady finnished.
"Yes." she said smilling.
"Death???" croaked the old woman.
"No nothing like that. More like excrutiating embarassment. PUBLIC
embarrassment."
"I assume this is a boy, eh??she asked.
"You would assume right."
"Were his crimes of a, sexual nature?? she asked.
"Um, yeah, actually."
"Well tell me about him this boy, what type is he, um , what does he do?" she
asked
"Besides womanizing and ruinning girls reputations? He's a big musclebound
jerk with a huge.. um "
"Ego??" finnished her grandmother smilling.
"Yeah, as for what he does, well, he's a super-jock. He plays football and
baseball, and he wrestles and he lifts weights like there's no tomorrow."
"Ah, I have the perfect thing for a physical man with an over-inflated, um,
ego." she laughed and left the room. When she returned she had a small glass
bottle with a creamy white substance within.
"Here you go miss-missy." she said dropping the bottle in the palm of Tanya
hands. "This is perfect for your MACHO-MAN."
"What does it do grandma?"
"You must find a way to spread this onto his gennitals Tanya." she said and
then smiled. "Male sweat activates it deary.."
"But what does it do??" Tanya asked.
"Oh miss-missy you'll love it. It turns Big-Big boys..." she said making a
space between her two open palms about a foot wide. "into microscopic boys."
she finnished pulling out a magnifying glass from her pocket...
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The Cock-eating Championships | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Women go wild at the Championships | ` Picture the scene: `
It’s the height of Spring and the sun is out with a fresh sea breeze blowing
in from the coast.
It’s the national holiday – 30 year’s since Female Domination was ratified.
A carnival atmosphere pervades and the 13th Season of Cock-eating has been
reduced to the last 20 competitors after 26 weeks of competition.
The carnival hands are preparing for the contest. Six hundred prime 18-year
old bucks are being harnessed into 20 columns – one column of 30 for each
contestant.
These are fine young men specially selected for the quality of their cocks.
Ten inches, tender and thick are the cocks chosen. Fifteen black men and
fifteen white men in each alternating.
The time has approached:
A huge crowd fills the stands.
Bets have been placed and a 21-year-old woman from Baton Rouge named Valerie
is the favourite.
She has a season average of 28.66 cocks per round completely devoured
(considered clean) testes and all.
There is no time limit. If a contestant vomits she is disqualified. Whomever
devours the most cocks clean, testes and all, is declared the winner.
The 20 women are in position in front of their bucks.
The siren sounds and they commence.
Valerie has a white cock first up. She sinks her teeth into the glans and with
powerful teeth and jaws for which she is revered severs the cockhead and
commences to chew and devour it. The buck is obviously distressed but cannot
move an inch in his harness. The foreskin is chewy but she makes short work of
it. It’s a bloody business.
She next bites off a testicle. She prefers the taste of the penis,
particularly the cockhead, however she does not consider the gonad
disagreeable.
‘Slow and steady wins the race’ is her credo.
It takes her four minutes to complete the testes and she now concentrates on
the shaft, biting and chewing, biting and chewing – this buck is a sweet one.
Not bad for starters. He is unconscious but not dead. She considers him while
she eats one of the sweetest tasting cocks she can remember. This bodes well
she thinks.
Twenty five minutes passes and all of the girls are at work on their sixth
buck – black men. Black men taste different to white men – more savoury like
bacon whereas whites taste like pork.
Jill is considered Valerie’s main threat. She is noted for her wild thrashing
style – they say she doesn’t have the same strength as Valerie. She tears and
rips and makes more use of her molars to bite off the manmeat effectively.
Another twenty five minutes and the pace is steady. Most of the girls
including Valerie and Jill are on their twelfth buck. No water is permitted to
lubricate their mouths and throats so they resort to milking a buck or two
throughout the contest – which slows them down but time is not a factor.
At the hour and a half mark the field has been reduced by two due to vomiting.
The women in the stands are frenzied and the poor hot dog boys have all been
castrated orally by overzealous fans. The grounds in front of the stalls are
also littered with penises and testes thrown from the stands.
A group of women have cornered a couple of males and are attempting to pull
their dicks off with their bare hands – one has succeeded.
And the milking stalls and glory holes at the back of the stands are doing a
roaring trade. When women assemble in groups like this it pays not to have a
penis.
The penis crushing stalls are also popular. There are dozens of women
attempting to grind cocks into paste with stiletto heels or thick-soled boots
favoured by the militants. An attendant must scrape up the ‘penis paste’ left
by these women with a spatula.
The militants are out in full regalia bearing their many trophies on their
belts – they only keep their largest phalluses - the rest are tossed to the
pigs. One of these women proudly displays a penis the size of which would
rival the trunk of a young elephant.
After two hours Valerie is in trouble and in danger of being disqualified
should she barf. On her twenty sixth buck with only four other competitors
remaining she has decided to milk this male. But he is stressed and she is
finding it difficult. She must summon all her self control and will power to
prevent from vomiting. Finally some cum and then a little more. She pumps him
with her hand and raises his gonads up and forward trying to make him
ejaculate. Then suddenly, god sent, ‘nectar of the gods’ she thinks and laps
up every single ounce, rolling it on her tongue and gargling it in the back of
her throat. ‘Thankyou, God!’ she whispers under her breath. Never has cum
tasted so sweet to her. She sinks her teeth into this black man’s glans and
the contest is renewed.
After twenty eight bucks it’s just Valerie and Jill. But Jill’s jaw is very
tired and cramping. She is struggling to tear the manmeat even though it is
tender. She soldier’s on and amazingly after close to three hours both have
completed their thirty allotted bucks.
It comes down to the cleanest.
The judges inspect the bucks – Valerie’s first. Very little left – she’s
‘clean’. Then Jill’s. She has done an outstanding job on her first twenty five
however, the last five resemble a ‘dog’s dinner’. Her jaw tiring she had been
unable to clean up their entire organs.
Valerie is declared the winner and immediately a riotous celebration breaks
out. Women race through the streets destroying penises and testes of any male
within the vicinity. Old men, young men, boys – no male is safe.
One young lady with a knife has collected forty seven severed cocks and
proudly displays them in the gutter lined up in a row. She is distraught
though because in her tardiness she has only eighty nine gonads. In disgust
she begins to mash the dismembered organs into paste and spends the next hour
assiduously doing so – finally using the paste to do skids from a run-up.
Valerie is the champion! To celebrate she busts some balls – delighting in
each ‘pop’. This has been a great day for womankind. The streets are littered
with manmeat. And the women’s bellies are full of it too!
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Sally: A little flashback - part 8 | clitoridectomy | While waiting for he Clitoridectomist License, Sally got some flashback about how she became so interested in circumcision and clitoridectomy | I submit my records to Dr.Z. It’s 109 clits !!! Amazing. Dr.Z smiled to me and
tells me I will get my Clitoridectomist License in a couple weeks. It needs to
be approved by the National Board of Medical Practitioners first.
Back to my apartment. A little tired after all that clit cutting. I sit on my
bed and taking a good look at my latest collection. It’s Maya’s clit in a
specimen jar. Nice, round, and pink. I wonder how’s she’s doing. Her wounds
should heal anytime soon. I should give her a call. Then my first collection.
It’s Sylvie’s clit. She lost a bet to her friend, Gina. I wonder what they
were betting. I hope it was not a stupid bet over a guy who turns out to be a
jerk.
Then it’s Jelita’s clit ring. Maybe it’s cursed, and whoever wears it will end
up getting her clit removed. I’d love to pierce Donna’s clit with it. That
bitch stole my boyfriend. Then I look inside my drawer. There’s a book by Dr.
Isaac Baker Brown, an English doctor who advocated clitoridectomy in the
1860s. Then he was expelled from the medical community in disgrace, then more
than a century later, it’s popular again. Funny how life goes. Next to it is a
dusty little jar which has been there for a while.
That brings back a lot of memory.
Back in the last year of high school I dated this Asian exchange student named
Ming. He was nice and handsome, I liked him a lot. When we first made out, I
found out that he was not circumcised. I wasn’t happy about it. His cock was
ugly and it looked like an elephant trunk. But I was not about to dump a good
guy over a piece of unwanted skin. So every time we made out, I pulled back
his foreskin ( yuck !!) cleaned it and then caressed his exposed glans, while
telling him how much nicer it will be if the cock head is exposed without the
ugly foreskin. Finally, just after his 18th birthday, I convinced him to get
circumcised. I took him to a doctor and took care of him until the wounds
heals. We eventually broke up and he went back to his home country, but he
never regret to have been circumcised.
That dusty glass jar has Ming’s preserved foreskin in it. That’s how I began
getting interested in circumcision. Then I began my nurse’s training and
eventually I worked for a circumcision clinic.
On the female side, it’s a different story. Back when I was 19, I had this
nice roommate. Her name is Jameela. She’s from Egypt. She had the most amazing
smooth olive skin and the most beautiful pair of breasts and the most amazing
pair of big beautiful eyes. Her body is curvy and just thick enough, not too
thin and not too thick.
We shared everything. We talk about clothes, family, and of course, guys. One
night we were looking at some magazine and there was this ad about clit
piercing. It’s buy 1 get 2. Then I wildly thought about getting both our clits
pierced for the price of one.
Sally: “Hey check this out. It’s 2 for 1 clit piercing”
Jameela: “Really ?? cool”
Sally: “Let’s get our clits pierced. It’s gonna be hot !”
Jameela: “No, sorry I can’t”
Sally: ”Oh c’mon, you big beautiful chicken. It’s just like your belly button
piercing, only a bit lower”
Jameela smiled and got her pretty face close to mine. The she whispers, “Can
you keep a little secret ?” I nodded in curiousity.
Jameela :”I don’t have a clit”
Sally: “You don’t have what …..?”
Jameela: “You heard me. I don’t have a clitoris”
Sally: “How come ??”
Jameela: “Ehmm, in Egypt, all women are circumcised. It means the clit is
removed. Usually before marriage.”
It sounded strange to my ears, but I remember I got turned on so hard by what
she said. My heart was racing fast and I could feel some tingling and wet
sensation between my legs. But I tried to hide it..
Sally: “wow…did it hurt”
Jameela: “ Sure it hurts like hell. But after the medicine it felt better….”
Sally: “This…I have to see..”
Then I jumped at her in excitement and practically got her naked by force. She
could have sued me for attempted rape. When I finally got her naked, I saw
this amazing hairless pussy. Then she opened up her legs and there it was.
She’s clitless. The only visible sign of the presence of a clitoris is just a
tiny fine scar.
I touched her scar to see her reaction. She certainly felt some tingle, but
she remained calm. I wonder what’s the effect of being clitless.
Sally: “So, how does it feel if I touch you there ?”
Jameela: “Still a bit tingle but not much. However, once the clit is gone, the
G-spot and nipples become super sensitive. I could go to heaven just on a
light touch on my nipples, and the touch on my G-spot…oohhhhh………it’s amazing”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled down my pants and panties. I could see my
panties was wet and I could feel my clit throbbing in excitement.
Sally: “Jameela, please, cut my clit. I want to be like you”
Jameela: “Are you sure ???”
I handed her the nail clipper from my manicure set. She placed the blades
around my erect clitoris. Just one snap and I’ll be clitless. She looked
confused and hesitated.
Jameela: “I can’t. I don’t know what to do…..I don’t want you to bleed to
death”
She finally put the nail clipper back before anything was cut.
That night I almost became clitless :)
TO BE CONTINUED
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Consequences of a Card Game (translation from the German by memberno) | STRAIGHT | A card game has unexpected consequences. | I got along really well with my neighbor, who is a real beauty. Occasionally,
she and I would invite each other to dinner. One Friday evening during the
card game afterwards, she suggested that whoever lost the next game would be
the other's slave. I found this a bit strange, but didn't want to spoil the
game. So, I agreed. I won the first game. Afterwards I had her wait on me a
bit. On Saturday she had to do my shopping and clean my apartment. But, we
still ate together. On Sunday morning after a good night's sleep and a fine
brunch I freed her. Then we went on a long walk. Next Friday, we were together
again and she wanted to do the same thing again and I again didn't want to
refuse her wishes. I won again and the weekend passed exactly the same as
before. So it went for two months, but one Friday evening she won. She had me
wait on her and at bed time she took me down into the cellar and chained me
up. The next morning she came down into the cellar and had me sign some
papers, after which she set up a grating and started a large fire. I was quite
surprised. She fastened me to the grate, cut my hair, and whipped me
thoroughly. Afterwards she silently snipped off my genitals. She put me in
chains and branded me as her slave. Then I swore an oath of slavery to her and
thanked her. I was highly perplexed, but it was a very lovely ceremony.
With that I was her slave and not just for the weekend, but forever. The
papers signed all my property over to her. My apartment was no longer needed
and was turned over. I had become her property.
After two weeks she spoke to me one evening, saying that she thought I would
have resisted, but it seemed OK with me that everything went so simply. After
getting her permission to speak, I replied that I was already her slave then.
She had just made everything clear to me, which was much better.
I look forward to your feedback.
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Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 62 | GAY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Matthew learns the secret of mind control. | Chapter 62
Matthew rushed over to the chair, and felt in Lukas’ jeans. No phone. And the
circle of blood was spreading wider, soaking the carpet. A lot of blood.
Matthew stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.
And then he ran. He ran out of the music room, and through the workroom, and
ran up the hall stairs. He tripped, because the light was out. His foot slid
backwards, and he landed on his knee. Fell onto his chest. And slid backwards.
He pushed himself up. Got his footing, and dragged himself up with the
banister.
He rushed into the kitchen, not thinking about McCady, thinking only of the
house phone, in the hall, but she was there.
She looked up. And dropped the pan that she was holding. It clattered onto the
floor.
Matthew stopped.
She staggered back a little. Tried to take Matthew in. Tried to take in the
blood, and the expression on Matthew’s face.
‘But what’s happened!’
‘Call an ambulance,’ Matthew said.
She didn’t move.
‘It’s Lukas. He’s hurt himself. He’s cut himself.’
She stood stock still for a moment, and then she started to move.
‘Tell them to stop out the front. I’ll carry him up to the gate. He’s bleeding
really bad.’
Matthew rushed out to the hall again, and ran down the stairs. He had known he
would have to phone an ambulance. He knew that. Why hadn’t he gotten his
phone? Why hadn’t he thought about it?
He ran through the workroom and into the music room. Lukas was just as he had
left him, though he wasn’t pissing or shitting anymore. Between his legs,
there was a feeble pulse of blood. A regular little geyser, pulsing with every
beat of Lukas’ heart.
Matthew stared for a moment.
And then he looked around him. There was blood everywhere. All over the walls.
On the carpet. On the piano keys.
Lukas looked as though he had bathed in it.
But he wasn’t moving.
Matthew rushed forward and picked him up.
He stank.
The smell of shit.
Matthew jiggled him, tried to rouse him, and Lukas came to a little.
‘You did it yourself,’ Matthew said, as he was carrying him out of the room.
‘You have to say that. You have to say you did it yourself.’
Lukas looked at him, though his eyes were unfocussed.
‘You understand me, Lukey? You have to say that it was your idea, and that you
did it yourself. You flushed it down the john. Have you got that?’
Lukas closed his eyes, and his head fell to one side.
Matthew carried him up the stairs and opened the door into the garage. He
struggled to get Lukas through it, and then he hit the switch for the roller
door.
Already, in the far distance, he could hear the siren of the ambulance.
The roller door clattered up and revealed a day dark with rain. Heavy grey
clouds hung above the trees, and there was a torrent of water falling.
Matthew ducked under the door and walked out into it, feeling the cold water
like needles on his skin.
He started to trot, trotting around the side of the house, but he lost his
footing on the muddy drive, and fell. He hit the ground sideways, and Lukas
landed on his back.
Matthew picked himself up, and bent to pick Lukas up again, watching the way
the water washed the blood from Lukas’ perfect skin as Matthew found the
entrance to the path, which was the quickest way to the gates. He started to
trot, trotting up the path, and feeling leaves and branches flick past him.
He was drenched, his clothes were soaked, his hair was soaked, and his shoes
were soaked, before he had made it halfway up the path, and Lukas was heavy.
He could hear the siren now, louder, though it seemed to come in bursts
through the rain. It was a long way away. He could tell that. And he slowed
his pace to walking.
Lukas was heavy, but he was clean now. His blond hair wet, his face and chest
and stomach splashed with drops and running with rivulets of water. His head
was turned to one side, against Matthew’s shoulder, like he was a child
sleeping, but he was unconscious. Matthew knew that.
Matthew looked at the space between Lukas’ legs. It looked clean now. It
didn’t matter that Lukas was naked. There was nothing to cover. Nothing but a
bloody spot, a circle, where his cock had been, though the blood was still
pulsing there.
But it would be okay, once they had fixed it. Lukas wouldn’t die. He wouldn’t
die of blood loss. At least, Matthew hoped so.
He looked at Lukas’ face. He looked pretty pale. In fact, he looked paler than
he ever had.
His body was turning white.
When Matthew reached the gate, he had to put Lukas onto the ground. The iron
handle was too hard to turn, and he couldn’t manage it while he was holding
Lukas.
He put Lukas on the side of the path, on the grass, not wanting to put him on
the gravel. Lukas’ knees fell apart, the rain running down the insides of his
thighs, washing the place clean. Matthew opened the gate, and picked Lukas up
again, carrying him through it and onto the street.
He walked across the verge and stood on the tarmac. The ambulance was close
now, only two or three streets away.
Matthew stood in the rain. Waiting. Lukas naked in his arms.
On the other side of the street, the gates of the neighbour’s house opened
automatically, followed by the appearance of a classy old Jensen. The woman
driving it paused, looked at Matthew holding Lukas, naked, and bleeding, and
then she drove on.
The ambulance appeared from the other end of the street, lurching around the
curve, lights flashing and siren blaring.
The driver killed the siren and drove past Matthew, pulling up so that he was
at the rear of the van.
A door opened at the side, and the medic appeared, shouting in the rain, and
with the lights still flashing.
‘What happened to him?’ he said, opening the rear doors.
Matthew swallowed. He felt like he was going to cry.
‘He cut his penis off.’
The medic simply pulled the stretcher out.
‘Have you got it?’ he said.
He was taking Lukas from Matthew, and putting him on the stretcher, and
pushing him into the van, all in one movement.
Matthew shook his head. ‘I don’t know what he did with it.’
He saw McCady emerge from the main gates, holding an umbrella.
‘Are you coming?’ the medic said.
Matthew nodded.
He got into the van. The doors were closed. The siren was on and they were
moving. It had taken less than a minute.
The medic ripped a huge cotton gauze out of somewhere and placed it over
Lukas’ groin. He pressed down hard, with both hands.
‘You think you can do this?’ he said to Matthew.
Matthew nodded, and they swapped positions.
‘You know his blood type?’
Matthew shook his head.
The guy was taking Lukas’ pulse, and then he was pricking his finger. Testing
his blood.
He was sticking something into Lukas’ wrist, and a moment later, there was a
bag of blood, flowing into Lukas’ veins.
The guy peeled Lukas’ eyes back and shone a torch into them.
‘Has he taken something?’
‘I don’t know.’ Matthew swallowed. ‘He might have.’
The guy moved sideways, and sat on a seat in front of the computer. He was
typing something.
‘Is there someone back at the house?’ he said.
Matthew nodded.
‘Where did you find him?’
‘In his workroom.’
‘Workroom?’
Matthew nodded.
The guy was on the phone now. Waiting. Listening.
Matthew didn’t understand how he could be doing so many things so quickly.
‘We’ve got a 407 on Lakeview Drive. The address is number 18. We need police
assistance. A teenage boy has cut his member off. We need an immediate search
of the house and surrounds.’
He listened.
‘Yes, that’s right. His penis.’
He listened again.
‘His older brother says he was in his workroom. Where is that?’ he said to
Matthew.
Matthew was pressing hard on Lukas’ groin. ‘It’s downstairs. In the basement.’
Matthew started crying. Tears started rolling down his face, but the guy
ignored him.
‘Here,’ he said. ‘I’ll do that.’
Matthew moved sideways and sat in the seat. He put his head in his hands, and
cried, knowing, while he was crying, that he could feel the soft lump of
Lukas’ penis in his pocket, pressed up against the inside of his thigh.
A moment later, they were at the hospital.
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Metal Member | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | ` In junior year of college I started dating Kate from my dynamics class. We
were both mechanical engineering students, and had a lot in common. Coming
from similar-sized small bible-belt towns in Tennessee, we were both eager to
forge ahead with a physical relationship and abandon any celibacy instilled in
us. `
After our fourth or fifth date we drove back to my apartment outside of
Nashville, and I initiated with the foreplay. She became aroused and started
removing her clothing piece by piece. I knew that my roommate was out of town
for the weekend, so I quickly cast away all inhibitions. At this point, she
was fully naked and looked stunning, her blond hair flowing over her breasts
and tanned skin glowing under the incedescent overhead kitchen lights. I
picked her up and placed her atop the counter, and commenced with a long
session of spectacular sex.
As we finished, she quickly elbowed me in the jaw. While I was stunned, she
grabbed the butcher knife from the utensil drawer, and with one fell swoop,
severed my penis. The pain was unbearable, and blood started flowing
everywhere. I remember screaming, looking up at her in utter panic, and then
passing out.
I came to in my bedroom, and my arms were bound to the bedposts. The bleeding
had stopped, and my wound was covered in bandages. I screamed through the
ducktape in my mouth. I could tell that I was on some powerful drug..most
likely a painkiller. She walked in, accompanied by two other women in lab
coats. A cart was wheeled in.
"Hello, Simon...I can only imagine your shock." she said. "I am going to
explain to you what is going on. As you know, I am trying to get the best
grade possible in dynamics...This is Tawney, an electrical engineering
student, and Michelle...a pre-med student. We are going to rebuild your
anatomy in a wonderful marraige of engineering and medicine. I can probably
get a huge grant because of this research." She pulled out a circuit diagram.
"This is the circuitry which will provide for a mechanical response in the new
member through neurological impulses." She then held up a long, metallic
cylinder tapered at one end. "This is the new member...actually expands and
contracts in a telescope-style method. It is made of carbon fiber, so it is
lightweight but strong. You have lost all ability to reproduce, but we are not
concerned about that aspect..,and you will be able to urinate as if it were a
normal penis."
I was given an injection of anesthetic, and quickly went under. When I awoke
their were several wires and a clear plastic tube spewing from the hole
between my legs, which was now clean.
"I thought you might like to be awake for installation." She said, and
Michelle walked over to the bed. I noticed a aluminum flexible piece of metal
was underneath the skin of the wound, and the wires were strung through a
small opening in the plate. The new penis was disjointed and the base part was
soldered into place, and the wires and tube were strung through. The second
"tier" of the cylinder was placed within the base, with a lightweight sliding
rack system in keeping them together. a miniature motor connected the sliding
rack and completed by a wire was also installed. Upon completion, their were
three different sections, the last one tapered at the end to simulate the
shape of the penis. I also noticed that the base was hinged so that it would
the sections would fold inward and down. I guestimated the range to be between
3.5 inches at "soft" and 9 inches at "hard".
I was put back to sleep and Michelle grafted the top of the nutsack, now sewn
together, to the metal member.
"Now Simon, the electrical device is powered by a solar cell, so if you plan
on using this thing, the lights will have to be on. Also, you will be able to
ejaculate, but because of the trauma to your 'pipes' reproduction is an
impossibility. You will feel something though, as those wires carry electrical
impulses which will hit nerve endings and and cause faux-"excitement". She
removed the tape from my mouth.
"Why did you do this to me?!" I screamed. "You'll never get away with this." I
was extremely upset, but also amazed at the replacement. It didn't hurt-yet.
The mechanical aspect looked flawless, and though the electrical end was
untested, I was sure it would work. I never really wanted to have kids anyway.
"I beg to differ. I am going to use this to get into Harvard's bioengineering
program. I used robotics, neurology, and mechanics to regenerate, in a sense,
a body part. In exchange, you are going to be in high demand because all the
Vanderbilt chicks are going to want to screw the guy with a nine inch metal
member. And if you do go to the police, I know Tawney and Michelle will back
up my story: you got drunk, tried to rape me, and in the process of chasing me
around the house with a knife, you tripped and accidentally...well...'lost
it'. Agreed."
I was quite impressed, and saw the upside to this new device. "Agreed", I
said. My remaining years at Vanderbilt were actually quite good, and I did get
plenty of sexual action because of the novelty of Robodick (my pet name for
it). Kate came home and did some enhancements on her pet project, and I was
quite happy with it.
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Sealed with a Kiss My Ass | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, GOURMET FILLET | She dreams. He screams. | Hannah lives to make balls die. His, theirs, and yours.
·
She’s on a special diet. And you’re it.
Skewers are on her skewed mind. Skewed in your direction. In the direction of
hard cocks pointed from you to you-know-who. A final hand job from Hannah, and
your dynamic duo and your man-bat will be in the death grip of the culinary
artist.
Eve needed one of your ribs. Hannah, however, has lowered _her_ sights, and
her dominate hunger will only be satiated with what’s between your legs.
·
She dreams. He screams.
Consider it a correction of nature. After Apple Snapple (paid advertisement),
came the Creation of Man. Man, the first rough draft of humankind, raw
prototypes with venomous genital serpents.
After wind-tunnel testing, it became clear that the cock-ball concept just
wouldn’t do.
Learning from the macho mistake, women came forth in streamlined perfection.
With a choice between Venus or Penis, the clear winner is always the tit, tit
and clit – and that’s it.
·
Tonight she has a date with eight. Eight couples. Eight supple wives to un-
couple eight stupid husbands. Husbands, Hus- _bands_ with green elastrator
bands already in place.
Chop, chop. Two final steps in the savory recipe called, “Barbeque You.” With
cut-by-number instructions from eunuch dot org, especially in _Glans Removal_
__ and in the illustrated new play-by-play, _The Commission_ , phallic
decommissioning will be easy – and delicious.
·
The charcoal grills are glowing. The erections are growing.
Hannah’s skewers are ready. The beautifully bare-assed wives are steady.
Ready, set, kiss and cut. Meet your meat. Then onto the spit: nut, cock, nut
is the symmetric arrangement preferred for the gourmet fillet.
·
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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Slaves of the Dynasty, part one | STRAIGHT | Basically, I\'ve had these thoughts in my head and decided to justtype them up. This is the first of x chapters in which CaptainCedric is stripped of his sword in exchange for shackles. He may bestripped of something else, but if he isn\'t he\'ll at least wish hewas. Please let me know if you would like to see more of him. Thx! | ` Do you know what the worst part of it was? The rice. Breakfast, dinner, and
the rare, but much appreciated, lunch, consisted of rice. That all ended with
my training…but then I’m getting ahead of myself. I remember one morning,
after finishing my meal, I peered over to my trainer. His name was once
Lucius, but his owner had renamed him _hung_. Slave names aren’t normally
capitalized, so I’ll write them a little differently to keep it from confusing
you. I’ll not be risking a whip just in the interest of being grammatically
correct! *Ahem* As I was saying, _hung_ was a rather quiet man. When he
scolded his charges it was because he truly did care, both about them and
their soon-to-be mistresses. `
Keep that in mind for later, but now I think I should tell a little about
myself. My name is _yoshi_. Once upon a time, though, I was known as Cedric,
Man-at-arms in service to Lord Caribold of Sarria, in the eastern reaches of
the Hesperian Kingdom. Sarria is a beautiful land, and I miss it dearly. To
the east lie the Morvale Mountains, and past those is where I now find myself
a slave. Kaora Chiasa is Empress of these lands, and men who are not born here
have little reason for hope. Those men who are raised here are little more
than second-class citizens, but there is still one thing they are allowed that
we are not. They are still slaves, bought and sold. They still wear the
“choker” as it is affectionately called, a metal tube that keeps the male
organ from erecting…with a little help from a piercing. But most importantly,
besides fighting for the empire, the women take these men as lovers, and that
is the greatest motivation for any soldier. Conquered slaves are taken as
well, especially those who would produce strong sons, but…let’s just say that
they can only do it once. One final note before I conclude the history lesson:
all women of this world are capable of wielding magic, from these of the
Chiasan Dynasty to the near-barbaric amazons of the northlands to the foul
necromancers of Hrolandia. Strange how we know very little of this as free men
and more as slaves, but they are all expanding ever closer to the Kingdom, and
I fear that soon this magic will prove far more powerful than our steel.
My story gets interesting a fortnight ago. My men and I had cut down a Chiasan
scouting party the night before. Their mounted bowman are quite formidable,
but within the forests at the bottom of the mountain pass they had little
maneuverability, and my rangers were excellent at navigating the woodlands.
This was not the first time we had seen these strange warriors from beyond the
range, but these were in the process of crafting maps, including some of the
fortifications around the town of Tandrel. Access to that lake, and the river
that it fed, would be disastrous to the Kingdom. The next morning my lord
ordered me to take twenty men and reconnoiter their side of the mountains.
From the highest point of the mountain pass we could see vast, lush jungles
and steppes. We descended into a humid, uncomfortable climate. Insects buzzed
by our ears and Mikal, one of my rangers, had difficulty reading the terrain.
A path was there, but how any being could follow it through the fauna was
mind-boggling.
The path opened up into a clearing just before dusk, and there we decided to
make camp. It was then that their trap was sprung. Nearly two dozen warriors
charged out of the brush. They were covered in a strange and demonic looking
armor made of metal and wood with grotesque masks hiding their faces. Their
alien weapons were long and curved with a blade that could cut the head off of
a pole arm. My three rangers hadn’t the time to draw their longbows, and had
to rely on their broadswords instead. I met what appeared to be their captain
in battle, my zweihander almost a head taller than my assailant. His armor was
painted differently, with intricate symbols, the likes of which adorned his
blade as well. His strikes were swift and well placed, but my six-foot sword
was invaluable in parrying his blows. My men were no conscripts, and were
capable fighters, but these demons brought the battle to a feverish pitch.
Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a woman standing just outside the brush
whom I hadn’t noticed before. She seemed out of place amidst the humidity and
grime of this jungle. She was small of stature, standing at perhaps five and
one quarter feet. A long, white red-trimmed robe flowed down her petite form.
Two sticks were placed in her hair to form a bun. Her face looked to be one of
innocence, yet her stance was commanding. Without warning she lifted her arms
perpendicular to her body, with the fingers on those silk-like hands arched
towards the heavens. Her harmonious voice escaped for six brief seconds.
Though unintelligible to me at the time, it still sounded better than anything
I had ever heard from Beorn, the most renowned bard in the Hesperian Kingdom.
At the moment her chant had ceased four of my footmen collapsed to the ground
in a deep, uninterruptible slumber.
My shock would cost me as the warrior in front of me drew his blade across my
chest. I would have chuckled at the idea of that metal cutting through my
plate, but that blade contained something far more sinister than just steel.
The wound was neither long nor deep, but I was wracked by pain with every
quick movement. I heard a cry to my left and looked to see Mikal, clutching
his side. Two more had already fallen to wounds, and we were down to but
fourteen weary, and in most cases damaged, men. That voice began to cry out
once more, and though I did not want it to stop, our lives may soon be
forfeit. To save my men I did the unthinkable. I called out for surrender. Our
swords fell to the ground, and we then fell to our knees.
That beautiful singing stopped abruptly, and its singer looked suprised that I
should do such a thing. The lady produced a vial of a strange purple liquid
and handed it to their captain. It was mixed with water and then given to us
to drink. It tasted foul and thick. Fear took hold of me as my thoughts turned
towards the irrational. Poison? Hardly practical considering the
circumstances. Some sort of drug? Again, this wasn’t the place for it.
Suddenly the captain began speaking to us. Naturally I hadn’t a clue as to
what he was saying, but he kept repeating the same phrase over and over again.
After two minutes of this a sharp pain struck the back of my head. I felt
feverish for another minute or so as the potion permeated through my brain. My
comrades were obviously in the same state of distress.
“Rejuond ig jou yhderghand ne,” the captain uttered again.
“Respynd if you yndershtant me,” almost sounded sensical.
Finally he spoke “Respond if you understand me.”
“I can hear you,” I said, not too happy with the powerful magic that had just
changed me.
“I hear you as well,” said Ritter, another of my rangers. He hastily added,
“Please, let me tend to my friends. At least allow me to bind their wounds.”
The captain struck him with the back of his hand “Your last statement was a
command. That will not be tolerated!”
“Your forgiveness, please….” It was fortunate that their understanding of our
language did not allow for sarcasm. “Sir, please allow me to tend to my
comrades."
The captain hesitated for a brief second, and then looked upon the lady. A nod
of approval made me think that these were a somewhat compassionate and
merciful people. I would soon learn why I was mistaken.
Ritter ran to Mikal first. His wound was the worst, being a deep slash to the
side of his mid-torso. Medical attention was needed soon to keep the man
alive. Ritter’s bandages and herbs would help slow the bleeding and prevent
infection, but I feared it would not be enough. The lady saw depression drawn
on my face, and she elegantly glided towards my side.
“Do not worry, westerner. We will be leaving for a town that borders the
jungle soon. We should reach it by midnight.”
“Will he be alright?” I asked.
The captain began the motion to strike me, but the lady, who was certainly not
as frail as she appeared, quickly beat him to the punch. Her delicate hand
struck me into submission.
“You do not speak unless directed to do so. I am Mistress Makoto, and when I
do instruct you to respond you will address me with my title. Do you
understand?”
“Yes…Mistress.” The words did not sit well with me.
“Your comrades will be healed. The Chiasan Dynasty does not like to share its
property with the Goddess of death, fool.”
The word stung like a scorpion. Property? Uh oh.
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Ryan Gets Bit | NULLIFICATION | Ryan Gets Bit (originally posted in discussion forum) | Linda and Wendy had been friends for a long time. They had shared
some important experiences together, and some secrets. Once, they
had talked late into the night and had revealed their secret
fantasies to each other. They were surprised and even a little
embarrased to learn that they both were excited by the idea of
biting a guy's penis.
Now, they would get the chance to actually do it.
The director of the agency informed them that a much feared enemy
agent, Ryan, was in town and needed to be taken out of action. Ryan
was known as very sexually active, and the director was confident
that Linda and Wendy could handle him. He was staying at a fancy
downtown hotel.
The women dressed in their most comfortable summer dresses and
heels, casual with just the right touch of elegance, and moved
through the hotel lobby. Wendy waited by the elevators while Linda
picked an easy chair near the registration desk.
Ryan entered the hotel.
They recognized him right away. Linda casually got up from the
chair and followed Ryan. When he finally headed to the elevators,
Linda watched as Wendy turned and pushed the "up" button. The
elevator ariived and they entered just as Ryan did. He noticed
them - how could he not! - but only to imagine their bodies under
their clothes. Linda quickly pushed the button for the top floor
and the doors closed.
Wendy stood with her legs slightly apart, back pressed against the
buttons.
Halfway up, Wendy silently jammed the stall button.
"What happened?" asked Linda, acting surprised.
"I don't know" said Wendy. "I'm scared!"
"Oh, not to worry, ladies." said Ryan, being gallant. "I'm sure
we'll be rescued soon." He became more aware of how attractive they
were.
"Oh, thank goodness" sighed Linda, and slightly pushed her body
into Ryan's back. He felt her hand rest on the side of his leg. He
also felt himself pushed into Wendy, who still had her back to the
wall.
Wendy gently touched Ryan's waist and pulled him to her. Ryan found
himself in the middle of Linda and Wendy, both gently pushing into
his body. Linda's hand was still on his leg. Wendy spread her legs
slightly more apart and let her breasts brush into his chest. She
caught his eye and smiled at him.
Ryan relaxed. Although he had already had many women in his life,
he had never done it in an elevator. He had no reason to be
suspicious, and he found the situation very exciting.
Wendy could tell. Ryan's penis was starting to get hard and she
pressed her body into his. He took the opportunity and let his hand
touch her knee. Then he slowly put his hand under her dress. His
hand caressed her thighs. Wendy spread her legs further apart,
pressing into him further and moaning ever so slightly. Linda
started rubbing his back.
Ryan's hand reached Wendy's vagina, soft and already wet under her
panties. He rubbed her, and she moaned. He softly inserted a finger
under her panties and stroked her wet vagina. Linda started to rub
his buttocks.
Oh, god this feels good." said Wendy. She stroked the outside of
his pants and felt his erection get even stronger. "Can I touch
your penis?" she asked softly, moaning as his fingers found her
clit.
Ryan gave himself to the experience.
"Yes" he said.
Wendy slowly unzipped Ryan's pants. His penis was already sticking
out through the opening in his underpants. She touched it and
marvelled at its how she could move the skin on it and see the
pleasure in Ryan's eyes. She lowered herself to her knees, face
pressed into Ryan's crotch, and took his penis in her mouth. Softly
she licked it, stroking the area right underneath the crown of his
penis with her tongue.
Ryan felt the pleasure mounting. Wendy kept his penis in her mouth,
then lightly scrapped the tip with her teeth. She looked up at him
and smiled.
Ryan relaxed even more. But just then he felt a slight stinging
feeling in his right buttuck. Linda had stuck a thin needle into
his behind, injected a heavy drug given to them by the director.
As Ryan slumped to the floor, Wendy kept her mouth on his penis.
Ryan came to rest on his back. Now both girls were on him. Wendy
reached into Ryan's underpants and lifted out his balls. Linda took
Ryan's penis in her mouth, savoring the first taste. Wendy sucked
one of Ryan's balls into her mouth, and softly pressed her teeth
into the ball.
Ryan was adrift in a sea of pleasure and pain.
Wendy loved having Ryan's balls in her mouth. She loved the chance
to bite on his balls, and started chewing harder with her teeth.
Linda kept licking Ryan's penis, then took his penis out of her
mouth. "Wendy, let's castrate him, please!" Wendy smiled. "Okay,
but I get to bite off his penis!"
"Ok" Linda agreed. They spread Ryan's legs; his penis and balls
were still sticking out of his pants. Linda took a ball in her
mouth and started biting. Wendy took the tip of Ryan's penis in her
mouth and tasted the first salty come at the top,
They decided to do it.
Linda bit down hard on Ryan's balls, and cum started to squirt into
Wendy's mouth. She loved it. As the cum spurted, Wendy pressed her
teeth very hard into the shaft of Ryan's penis and bit him. Harder
and harder. As Linda crushed his balls, Wendy gnawed and chewed on
Ryan's penis. As her mouth filled with cum, Wendy pressed very hard
with her teeth and bit off Ryan's penis!
Linda and Wendy were excited and frenzied. For another minuted they
chewed on Ryan's penis and balls, turning his genitals into their
taste treat.
"Wow", said Wendy, "That was great!"
"yes", said Linda, "but now it's time to go"
They pushed the elevator button to the next floor, savoring the
lingering taste and cum from Ryan's penis. They got off the
elevator, took a last look at Ryan slumped on the floor, and pushed
the top botton.
The door closed on their adventure, and they headed back to the
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What Valerie did | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | Valerie fixes her boyfriend, (a poem) | ` Valerie decided to give up
`
Sucking and fucking dick.
She'd much rather have her pussy
Fingered and sucked and licked.
A vibrator or a dildo
Could easily blow her mind
So why should she have to worry
about birth control each time?
So Valerie told her boyfriend
What she'd decided to do
Mike would get no more blowjobs
and never again would they screw.
She really didnt want to lose him
She loved him with all her heart
But he had to choose between her
and his insignificant part.
Cause Valerie had decided that penis
Had no place in her life
If Mike wanted to stay with her
He'd have to go under her knife.
Mike got a month to decide,
It only took him 3 days.
He could live without a penis
But without his woman, no way.
So Valerie got what she wanted
and Mike lost what he had...
His girlfriend cut off his penis
But it really wasn't so bad.
Their sex is now more intimate,
There's no chance of him cheating.
No more birth control worries,
and no worry that he'll be leaving.
So ladies take my advice
if you don't need dick or more kids,
(and if he gives you permission)
Chop off what Valerie did.
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Dickless David Wallace | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | David Wallace meets Todd so they can cut off each other's penises, balls and sacs. They cook and eat each other's sex organs/ | David Wallace knocked on the door. A hot guy answered. Todd was naked, his
dick standing at attention, his heavy balls hanging low. David looked eagerly
at Todd's sex organs, and he felt his own dick getting hard.
Todd led David into his apartment, into the kitchen, where David quickly
stripped naked. David's penis was a little shorter than Todd's 8" cock, but it
was thicker, with a huge purple head. The shaft of David's cock had beautiful
purple veins dissappearing into his shaved groin. David and Todd started
kissing, running their tongues into each other's mouths, while they each
fondled the other's cocks with one hand, and slipped a few fingers of their
other hands into the other's anus.
David groaned at the feeling he got from having Todd's fingers up his anus. He
always loved getting fucked, rimmed, and fisted. David slid down to his hands
and knees, taking Todd's hard penis into his mouth, sucking the head, then the
shaft. He moved down to lick Todd's balls. He took Todd's balls into his mouth
and pulled away, pulling the hot sperm factories away from Todd's naked body.
Then he pushed his tongue into Todd's anus, and began thrusting in and out,
fucking Todd's asshole with his tongue. Todd moaned even more, and David
resumed sucking Todd's dick. After only a few minutes, David felt Todd tense,
and his balls spasm, then David was rewarded with a torrent of Todd's hot,
tasty sperm squirting into his mouth. David swallowed every last drop, then
licked the head and shaft of Todd's penis clean.
Todd and David continued having sex, with Todd sucking David's penis, and
taking it up his asshole, and David getting to feel Todd's hot penis up his
own anus. They finished off by moving to the bathroom and peeing into each
other's mouths, drinking the pee as if it were the finest nector.
It would be the last time either boy was to pee standing up, and the last time
either would have sex with his dick and balls.
They adjurned back to the kitchen, where Todd got out a cutting board and a
frying pan. A large kitchen scissors and a paper cutter from the locak school
sat on the counter.
They decided that they would flip a coin. David would call it, and the loser
would lose one of his sex organs first. A second flip would determine whether
the winner cut off the loser's penis or balls and sac first. Then the winner
would cook his treat and eat it in front of the loser.
Then it would be the loser of the first flip who would get to cut a sex organ
off the winnner. He would cut off the winner's balls and sac if the winner had
cut off his penis, or the winner's penis if his own balls had been cut off.
Todd flipped the coin, and David called heads.
The coin came up tails, and David knew he was about to stop being male.
The next flip determined that Todd would cut off David's penis first.
After tying David's dick off at the base, and sucking it until it was at its
hardest and biggest, Todd positioned David so that David's penis was resting
on the paper cutter, with the blade hanging over his super hard penis, and
with his balls and sac hanging off the kitchen counter.
Todd brought the blad down with a quick movement, and it cut off David's penis
like it was butter. David groaned a bit, and Todd looked in wonder at David's
dickless groin, and picked up David's severd penis.
He put it on the cutting board while David watched, and sliced it down through
the center of the head and shaft. The twon halves of David's severed penis lay
on the cutting board, and Todd quickly sliced them into bite size pieces, and
threw them into the skillet along with some butter.
Within minutes, David's severed dick was frying merrily, and the aroma of
frying penis filled the air.
After only 10 minutes, Todd took David's fully cooked penis pieces off the
fire, and gingerly ate the hot mieces of meat. David watched as Todd relished
his tasty manhood.
Then it was Todd's turn to stop being male.
After tying off Todd's sac, David picked up the kitchen shears and snipped off
Todd's balls. Todd was now a eunuch, unable to make sperm. David tipped Todd's
balls out of his sac into the palm of his hand. Then he put the balls on the
cutting board, and sliced them into small slices. He chopped up Todd's scrotum
and put the testicles and scrotum into the buttered frying pan.
Within a few minutes, David was happily chewing on Todd's delicious balls and
sac.
Todd then took the scissors and snipped off David's balls and sac. David felt
a white hot main, as he completely stopped being male. They both looked in
wonder at David's bare crotch. Todd ate David's severed balls and sac raw.
Then David finished the day by cutting off Todd's penis, then cooking and
eating it.
From now on, both David Wallace and Todd would get their only remaining sexual
plesure by sucking other guy's dicks, and getting fucked up their assholes byt
other guys.
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A fantasy. | My fantasy.
I find my master, male or female who revels in tormenting their hapless
slave. I sell everything save the clothes on my back and
present my self. I am stripped, shaved and given a latex maids uniform
to wear so that no part of my ugly male slave self can be seen. My
mistress
orders me to turn and lower my panties. I do so, feeling her hands
massaging my testicles. Nervous, I instinctively pull away, but a quick
tug on my
jewels holds me still. I feel something metal moving about there and I
suddenly feel and tight pain about my scrotum. I jerk away again and a
firmer tug keeps me there. My Mistress tsks sighing that I need
training as she continues to work. When she is done, she orders me to
pull up my
panties. My balls are beginning to real hurt and I look at them to see
5 dark green bands wrapped tightly about my scrotum. "Mistress?" I
ask.
"Please, what is this?" She looks at me, surprised that I don't know.
"You idiot, that is to castrate you. And how dare you talk without
permission!"
But I was still stuck on the word Castrate. My brain wrestled with the
idea. I didn't want to loose my manhood, but I have to please my
master. I
could only plead. "But it hurts." "It will stop hurting when your
balls are dead." She snaps. "For your insolence, Go down stairs and
lock yourself
in the pilary and wait for me." I do so without hesitation. I lock my
ankles into place, then rest my head and one hand into the notches, then
lower
the top half of the pilary and shove my free hand into its cradle before
the stock locks shut. I am stuck now and I know that I will not be
released
until my balls are dead from lack of blood. They already feel cold
against my skin. I bemoan my fate. In the weeks to come, my penis and
scrotum
are removed and my urethra moved so that I have a smoother appearance.
My only joy comes from servicing my mistress with my worthless
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Vampire II | TESTICLES, MINOR | ` Brent comes running into his house and closes the door behind him. `
His parents are away for the weekend so he calls a friend who lives
a few doors down and invites himself over. Soon Brent is explaining
to Jeff about his run-in with the mysterious vampire.
"Whatever dude. I don't believe in that kind of shit," the 5'5"
brown haired, brown eyed boy responds. "You're so full of shit."
"Fuck you man. I swear I saw it."
"Yeah right. So wanna go down there and see your 'vampire'?"
"Fuck no! I'm not going back there."
"Go get some garlic or something if it makes you feel better. It's
not like there's anything there."
"We're going to get killed."
"Then why aren't you dead? I mean this is a vampire, right?
Vampires kill. You're not dead so it couldn't have been much of a
vampire, right?"
"Maybe it didn't wan--"
"Who cares? Go get your garlic or whatever and let's go."
"Shit." Brent leaves the room and comes back with garlic stuffed
into all of his pockets and a cross made of forks around his neck.
"What the...? Fuck, let's just go."
Michael was waiting on the top of a chimney for something, anything
to break the monotony. Then he hears something. Two boys talking.
He turns and to his amazement he sees Brent coming back into his
Territory with another teenaged human. "Stupid fuck."
"Not much of a vampire you have. I mean, why didn't it come out yet?
I mean--" Jeff's head is instantly severed from his neck and sent
hurling through the air.
"Welcome back Brent."
Brent turns and runs the way he came, his shirt being torn off by the
vampire. Michael gropes madly for a purchase on the fleeing boy and
grabs his crotch. Instantly, the teenager is reduced to a quivering
heap on the wet pavement.
"You are going to wish you never came back, boy." The vampire tears
the remaining clothes off the terrified boy. Extending his claws,
Michael watches his prey's eyes widen in fear. He grabs the boy's
helpless ball-sack in his left hand and raises his arm above his
head and brings his claws through the neck of the boy's scrotum.
Brent lets out a huge cry of agony as blood pours down his legs and
onto the cold pavement. "Well at least I won't be the only one not
having sex now."
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Kevin is a boy | TESTICLES, MINOR | I was 7 and Kevin was a boy | ` I was 7 years old and as long as I can remember, I have participated every
year in the summer with my parents on almost each weekend at the nudist area-
bath-lake. It was an excavator-lake with a detached bare-area. On a Sunday, I
lay in the sand on my towel as I noticed a girl that approached me with its
parents. In 2 meters of distance, they took a seat. After short time, the girl
went to the water and began to dig in the moist sand. She had almost blond
hair, that came her up to the shoulder. Younger than I she must have been.
Many of the milk-teeth were missing. My parents had gone to the kiosk,
therefore I got up and went to her. `
„Hello!“, I said.
„Hello “, she returned.
„My name is Alexander. And you?“
„Kevin.“
Had interrogated me?
„What?“
„Kevin “, she said and went into the deeper water.
„But girls are not called Kevin however!“
„I am no girl!“, she called back.
A hand lay down on my shoulder. It was her father.
„Kevin is no girl. He looks only so. He was born like that. We had always
believed that we would get a girl. After the birth, it then attracted
attention to the first once that he had something like a penis. He has
something, which looks like a vagina, but it seems to be only one very deep
skin fold. Until all analyses were done, we didn't know whether we had a son
or a daughter. Besides the penis, he has no female or male Genitals. But he
gets hormone-shots so that he becomes a man once, our Kevin.“
He joined his child in the water and they had fun. I went back to my towel. On
the stomach lying it acted I so as I would sleep. I observed Kevin. He came
from the water, dried off and knelt on the wool blanket. I could now recognize
that he had no testicles and only a quite tiny penis that was approximately 2
centimeters long. He had no glans, but a small hole in the front however. On
the next weekends, I had opportunity even more frequently to observe him and
we became friends. That now lasts 19 years. His penis has not become bigger
since that time. This doesn't keep away him from the bare-area however and he
has his girl-friend for 4 years. Anything must be at him however.
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Lost one at 16 | TESTICLES, MINOR | Lost my right one on a motorcycle. | Hi... Had to tell m story after finding this web site. I was 16,
an average punk boy into Motorcyles discovering girls and a few
expiriments with guys too. Well was racing my moto one day and
lost it. Flew off and the bike followed. The handle bars caught
me squareinthe right nut. Pain was a burn and like someone ripped
my nut out of my gut, well just about. I was screaming in pain and
did not realize the burn i got from the muffler. I was take to the
hospital where the doc said it was ruptered and would die. I was
scared the doc said it had to go. I was denutted in surgery, that
night. Later in school most guys would stare, becuase they had
heard about my accidnet. I had a few nick names lefty ballless and
one shoot. It was kinnda nice some of the girls later on had to
see or feel. so i got laid or jerked pretty more than when I had a
full set. A few years later a docotor told me i could get a fake
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Per Mistress's Instructions | STRAIGHT | This country needs a cat washing machine | Per Mistress's Instructions
A seemingly easy task given to me by my mistress turned into a nightmare with
the end result of her castrating me!
Naked from the waist down as normal while in the house. My cleaned shaven cock
and low hanging balls were always on display for her and her friends! A sign
of my inferior status as a male to the superior female.
Mistress Ann came up from behind while I was doing the dishes and cupping my
balls lightly squeezing them she said. "Bill when you're done with the dishes
I want you to bath kitten I think she's got fleas."
Well Kitten was her pride and joy! A ten-year old long hair Himalayan or
something, and very nasty! I think it had some type of brain damage! Because
mistress Ann was the only one who could get even near it.
I didn't know much about cats! I being a dog person it seemed an easy chore.
Bath the cat ok!
Well unbeknownst to me Kitten had evidently experienced a bath before and
wasn't to keen on the idea. I won't go into detail of the ensuing struggle!
Other than to say! "Jesus Christ"
luckily for me mistress Ann had left the house earlier on business and I
didn't expect her back for some time. There was a lot of blood mostly mine!
Kitten was barely breathing lying wet in the bathtub and I started to panic!
I knew if Kitten died Ann would castrate me! So I grabbed Kitten and ran out
the door to my car forgetting I was naked from the waist down! I threw the cat
on the passenger seat and sped off to the local veterinarian hospital.
Well desperate people do desperate things and I was desperate! Running through
stop signs while blowing my horn screaming at slower drivers and running one
off the road. I finally arrived at the vets! Dragging Kitten off the seat and
inside! Yelling someone help me this cat is dying!
This is when I realized my naked state and the wet cat I hung by the nap of
neck in front of everyone.
That was a year ago today I think. I was Baker acted into a mental hospital
for about eight months by mistress Ann.
I'm completely normal now I think. Because when the insurance money ran out
they said I was cured.
Mistress Ann was waiting outside in her car for me and to my shock Kitten was
sitting in the front seat and hissed when I got near. She ordered me into the
back seat saying we've got business to take care of don't we Kitten precious!
The cat got up and looked over the front seat staring at me as we drove home.
Chapter 2 The Retraining
Take your pants off cat abuser! Before I slam my knee into your balls! "No"
Things are different now Ann! I'm not your slave anymore fuck you and your cat
too"! I'm cured of you you statistic bitch!
Than the pain came! Her knee slamming up into my balls quicker than white on
rice dropping me to the floor,. "Get your fucking pants off!" "You sorry big
balled bastard!"
She started stripping off her clothes screaming!! "You fucking big balled
bastard how dare you challenge me! I'm going to rip your balls off"! "Fuck me
and my cat? Fuck you! Your balls are mind now you fuck!
I must have passed out because when I awoke I was naked on the kitchen floor
with a spread bar between my ankles the smell of rotting fish was in the air
and Kitten was eating.
I will save the readers the slow gruesome details. Only to say this country
needs a cat washing machine!
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Busted for looking | STRAIGHT, TG | None | I used to love looking up skirts. My wife,Brenda hated it when I did
that. If you caught me in the act I would get a kick in my balls. She
always threatened to have the person whose panties I looked at, would
deliver the kick. She also made me panties.
Last week, her mother in law came over for the weekend. I had looked
up her dress on several occasions. This time it was different as it
cost me my manhood.
My wife was tired and went to bed. My mother in law & I were watching
a good movie, so we stayed up. She was wearing her night shirt and
lying down on the couch. I had gotten up to get some water & when I
came back her knees were bent up and I got a perfect look and her red
lacey panties. They were so nice looking I even a comment " You have
a nice pair of panties on." Well she didn't like that and told me
that she was going to have a talk with her daughter in the morning.
On Sunday morning I usually go out for bagels and when I got back, my
wife and her mother were sitting on the couch. Brenda yelled at me
for looking at her mother's panties and told me what would happen if
I did. She told me to go to my bedroom. She followed me in and gave
me a pair of panties, a pair of red lacey panties, her mothers
panties, to put on. I refused at first but she grabbed my balls &
squeezed hard & I put them on. We went down stairs and I walked up to
her mother, who was giggling at me. I then was told to spread my legs
and put my hands on my head. I begged not to be kicked to no avail. I
looked my mother in law right in the face when her right leg shot
right into my balls. I went down like a ton a bricks, while the two
of them laughed and giggled. Brenda said "kick him again mom, this
time harder" She grabbed my legs and pulled them apart and stomped on
my already swollen balls. I yelled in a high-pitched voice "Stop
you're going pop my nuts." Brenda upon hearing this instructed her
mother to get my right nut under her foot as Brenda got my left nut.
Brenda said " Mom lets pop his balls, on the count of three." My wife
said three and then all of a sudden I felt a pain like I never felt
before, My wife just busted my ball. My mother in law held the
reaming nut under her foot and she told me " I will now make you a
girl, I will rob you of your manhood. I hope you enjoyed the peak at
my panties." She pressed down on her foot slowly. I screamed as I
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My Public Nutting | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, Men are castrated as punishment against their will | One of six men experiances the punishment of public genitorture and testicle removal. | My Public Nutting – A punishment in Medieval Europe
I was herded into the courtroom with 5 other male prisoners. We were all
stripped down to only a skimpy flap of cloth hanging in front from a cord
around our wastes that barely covered our genitals. Our asses were bare. We
trotted into the room quickly as we all were tied around our necks to a rope
pulled by the guards. We stopped in front of the high table where the judge
sat. He didn’t even look up as he passed sentence.
“You have all been found guilty of Sodomy and your punishment will be to be
publicly genitortured followed by castration by nutting. Guards, remove their
covering flaps and tie their manhood up so that the crowd outside will see
what their punishment will be.” With that the guards whipped off our little
flaps exposing our manhood then used the cords to tie off our sacks and pull
them high in front. They had shaved our groins prior to court.
We were lead out of the courthouse and down its steep steps as the crowd
outside jeered at us. “Look at these criminals. They are to be gelded in the
city square. Follow us to the show.” One of the lead guards called out.
We then ran the gauntlet of the crowd as they tried to slap at our manhood as
we passed. Then up the steps to the stage in the city square. The crown below
was huge as word had got out that 6 men were to be genitortured and nutted
today.
I noticed that the noise was less up on the stage and I had a moment to survey
my situation. It had all gone by so quickly. I guess that was the way it was
done. I mean, gelding a man had to be done to him before he has time to think
about fighting back. I looked down at my tied off manhood. My penis was almost
blue from the cold, shrunken to barely a couple of inches but still fat. My
large lemon sized testicles, tightly bound in their sack were a shade of
purple. A guard walked toward each of us and gut punched us. The pain made me
almost paralyzed as he then tied my hands above my head to the scaffold. Then
as I stood there in shock he forced my legs outward to tie my ankle to rings
in the floor. I looked left and right at the 5 others who were in the same
position as me. They had the same look of fear and shock on their faces. The
crowd noise increased. They were shouting for the guards to start our torture.
One came over to me and while looking me in the eye, reached down and slid a
knife to my groin and cut the cord binding my balls. A rush of hot blood made
my genitals feel warm for a few seconds. “Don’t worry my boy, they won’t be
unbound for long.” He whispered as he began to tie my scrotum and penis in a
harness. He wrapped a strap around my scrotum several times so that my balls
protruded outward several inches then wound another strap around my cock and
tied it up around my neck. All of us were bound in this way and they let us
stand there for a few minutes. Naked, exposed, humiliated in front of the
screaming crowd. A crowd that wanted our nuts.
The guards then went around behind us and started to smear grease on six four
foot long poles. With no hesitation they stuck them into our anuses and
slipped the other end into a notch in the floor. All of us let out a scream of
surprise and pain. My ass burned and I tried to wriggle out of this impalement
to no avail. Then as I wiggled, my cock grew stiff from the stimulation of my
prostate and bulged against its restraint.
I looked down at my throbbing penis and at my bulging tight scrotum with its
two orbs that made it glisten in the sun. It was a deep purple now, the veins
of my scrotum bulged, and my testicles started to ache and throb.
The guards then did the cruelest thing to us. They started to beat our
testicles with wooden sticks. A fast unrelenting beating that at first took my
breath away. Then the pain settled in and I was only conscious of the stick as
it hit my testicles. Wap…Pain…Wap…Pain. Over and over until after several
minutes it started to change into more of a sensation. Then a tingle of sexual
pleasure started to take over and my hips ground into the pole in my ass. My
penis started to twitch and my whole body spasmed as I started to cum. My ass
clenched around the pole as it fucked me and my cock squirted a hot stream up
into the air and splashed down on the stage floor. I screamed out in a mixture
of pain and pure sensation. My balls felt like they were exploding.
I must have passed out for a minute or two and as I awoke I looked around at
the other men who were either like me, limp from the orgasmic torture or were
in the throws of experiencing the sensation of it and the testicle beating.
After all six of us had shot our load, the nuttings began.
He came over to me and cupped my testicles in his left hand, slowly rolling
them between his thumb and forefinger. Squeezing each one a little harder and
a little harder. I let out a moan of pain. The he took a 10 inch long skewer
and first slowly pierced the left side of my scrotum, then my left ball. I
could feel it sliding through to my right nut them out the other side of my
sack. He then clamped on a yoke that captured both sides of the skewer. My
balls were trapped in this devise. Then he ran a rope through the yoke and
tossed it over the scaffold and the pulled my balls up with it. I tried to
hoist myself up to alleviate the pain but could do nothing.
They then let the six of us just swing there for about a half an hour, hoisted
up by our skewered balls. Crying in agony and hopelessness.
Then he walked over to me with a small knife, and slowly circumcised my
scrotum, under my balls, cutting their cords, until I fell back and they swung
free. I was nutted.
After out sacks were cauterized with hot irons, we were untied and set free.
To walk through the crowd, nude, nutless, shamed, eunuchs.
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Chopped by a Cop | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Get pulled over by a cop and pay the ultimate fine. | ` I was driving along a dark country road one night when I noticed another car
quickly pulling up behind me. Then the sirens came on. The other car was a cop
car. I pulled over to the shoulder, and the cop pulled up behind me. The cop
got out of the car and walked towards me. `
The cop was massive. He looked to be about six foot five. And he looked built.
He approached my door. He wore dark glasses, which I found odd, considering
the only light was from the full moon.
"Get out of the car." he commanded. Figuring he knew what he was doing, I
complied. "Up against the hood!" he barked. I did as told. I had no idea what
was going on. I hadn't been speeding. I couldn't figure out what was up.
"What's all this about?" I asked.
"Don't talk!" he barked. I did as told. There was something not right with
this guy. "Drop your pants!" he ordered. I hesitated for a second. "Do it!" he
bellowed.
"Now wait just a minute …" I began. Thwack! He nailed me between the legs with
his night stick. It stung. I thought I was going to vomit from the pain.
"Drop them!" he barked again. Fearing another blow, I began to undo my jeans.
"Underwear too." he added. Quickly, I dropped my jeans and my boxers. "Now,
spread your legs as wide as you can." the cop commanded. I stepped out of my
dropped jeans and spread my legs as far as I could. I could feel the cool
breeze on my low hanging sac. It tickled my ball hair.
The cop then grabbed hold of my balls. He gave them a little tug. Then, he
pulled down on them, hard. It hurt, considering what he had just done moments
ago. He held them like that. Then, I heard him get out something. He gave them
one more tug. Something cold, thin, and metallic came to rest on my sac, just
where it connected to my groin.
My cock became instantly hard. I feared what was about to happen. Again, the
cop tugged on my sac. Then, I felt his other hand quickly brush against one
thigh, then the other. It took a second for it to hit me. My groin stung with
excruciating pain. I ejaculated instantly across the hood of my car. A warm
liquid began pouring down my legs. I couldn't feel the cop tugging on my balls
anymore. In fact, I couldn't feel my balls at all.
The cop placed a hand on my shoulder, and spun me around to face him. In one
hand he held my dangling sac. Blood was pouring down it. It was then that it
all came together. The bastard had cut my balls off. A wave of nausea hit me.
All I wanted to do was wretch.
"Quite nice." he commented. "God shape. Nice and big. I'd say, golf ball size
at least, if not bigger. And a beauty of a sac. You must be quite proud of
them." I couldn't believe it. The guy was talking about them like some
possession. It's like it was some kind of trophy he had caught. "But, there's
something wrong. I know." He flashed me a purely evil grin. "I hate breaking
up perfectly good sets."
The cop grabbed my cock. The head still dripped cum from the load I had shot.
Without any control, my cock became rock hard again. I couldn't do anything. I
was still in shock. He held my cock down with his free hand. "Here, hold these
please." he passed me my sac. I took it without thinking. It was still warm.
He then got out his knife again. I knew exactly what was going to happen. I
was so weak from shock I couldn't do anything, even scream. His hand with the
knife lined up above my dick. Then, it came slamming down. There was a burst
of pain. Once again, I shot off a load. I looked down.
All that was there was a small Ľ inch stump of bloody flesh. Cum was blasting
out of it. The cum was pink as it mixed with the blood. I watched as I pumped
out more cum then I have ever done before. Like my body was trying one last
time to expel my seed. I must have cumed for a whole three minutes. It
wouldn't stop.
Finally, it did. The cop smiled and handed me my dick. It was still hard, but
rapidly softening, and looking off colour. I took my dick without thinking.
Like my balls, it was still warm.
"Well, that's all." said the cop. "You're free to go." And with that he headed
back to his car. The cop pulled away and drove off. I stood there for a few
minutes, my groin bleeding profusely. I ran to the back of my car. In the
backseat was a cooler of ice I had. I threw my cock and balls into the ice. I
picked up my jeans and held them to my crotch, stopping the blood flow. The
rest became fuzzy.
I don't remember how, but I managed to make it to a hospital. There was quite
a stir when I got to the emergency room. I ran in, cooler in one hand, blood
soaked jeans pressed to my groin in the other. I was fixed up. They managed to
reattach everything. I have the feeling back in my balls now, but my dick is
still without feeling. I still get erections, and I still ejaculate, I just
can't feel it. The feeling will probably never come back.
I never did find out who the cop was. I read in the local paper latter that I
was the fifth of ten men to have the same thing happen. Not much has been
heard. I was lucky. Three of the guys lost everything. Two lost their balls,
but had their dicks reattached. And the other four all had their balls
reattached, but lost their dicks. I feel sorry for those guys. If I lost
anything, I think I would have killed myself. I hope someday that cop gets a
taste of his own medicine. And I would like to give it to him …
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Evolution of Golf Balls (Darwin Awards text - ballwasher) | TESTICLES | a clown is challenged by his friends to defy logic | ` When you wash ‘em up they go further! The latest `
nominee
for this year’s Darwin Award (awarded to people
for incredible
feats of stupidity) goes to....Everitt Sanchez!
Based on a bet by the other members of his
threesome, Mr.
Sanchez tried to wash his own “balls” in a ball
washer at
the local golf course. Proving once again that
beer and
testosterone are a bad mix, Sanchez managed to
straddle
the ball washer and dangle his scrotum in the
machine.
Much to his dismay, one of his buddies upped the
ante by
spinning the crank on the machine with Sanchez’s
scrotum
in place, thus wedging them solidly in the
mechanism.
Sanchez, who immediately passed his threshold of
pain,
collapsed and tumbled from his perch.
Unfortunately for
Sanchez, the height of the ball washer was more
than a
foot higher off the ground than his testicles are
in a
normal stance, and the scrotum was the weakest
link.
Sanchez’s scrotum was ripped open during the fall,
and
one testicle was plucked from him forever and
remained
in the ball washer, while the other testicle was
compressed
and flattened as it was pulled between the housing
of the
washer, and the rotating machinery inside.
To add insult to injury, Sanchez broke a new
$300.00 driver
that he had just purchased from the pro shop, that
he was
using to balance himself. Sanchez was rushed to
the hospital
for surgery, and the remaining threesome were
asked to leave
the course.
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Friends Don't Let Friends Wear Penises | PENECTOMY | None | Friends Don’t Let Friends Wear Penises
The noise is almost deafening as the 50,000 fans cheer. In one
mass, they rise to their
feet waving their colored banners and swinging their arms. I’m
caught in the rush and
join in the chant, “Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark ...”
He walks across the field turning and waving. He reaches the
pitcher’s mound and
joins his teammates. I watch as they’re patting him on the back
and hugging him. The
excitement is a spreading contagion.
They toss him into the air, flipping him up and catching him. He
appears weightless
amid the mass of uniforms. The noise from the field and stands
continues to grow as
the head coach saunters onto the field.
When he is noticed, the hero is placed back on his feet. Coach
stands before him.
Silence is now. A collective breath is held. The coach spits to
the right never breaking
eye contact with his friend. As their grins widen, they embrace
and the cheers and
screams well up and threaten to explode the sky from around the
earth.
I feel proud and thrilled to be here witnessing this fantastic
moment. The cameras move
the images from the field up to the giant screens surrounding the
top of the stadium. I
watch the closest screen as it magnifies for me the activity below.
His teammates step back to allow him room. He steps to the
microphone. His mentor’s
arm lies across his shoulders. I can see the tears gliding down
his cheeks. “This is
what I’ve worked for my entire life. Son, this is for you.” The
giant screens display a
young replica of a great man, grinning from ear to ear and waving
at his daddy.
As 50,000 fathers, sons, brothers, uncles, nephews, grandfathers,
and best friends look
on, his friends strip him. He waves to the crowd as he now stands
naked before the
world. His penis erects, and I see all eight inches larger than
life on the giant screens.
Coach slides the penectomizer over the engorged cock. A few of his
teammates move
behind him to steady him. The crowd chants, and I join
in, “Five ... Four ... Three ...”
The noise disappears and I stare at the giant screen. Time has
stopped around me. I
watch him fall back into the arms of his friends. His coach has
moved the black cylinder
away from Mark’s groin. He raises the cylinder in the air with his
right hand. The
swollen penis falls out and coach catches it with his left. He
grips it and lifts it into the
air.
The screams and cheers bring me back to the moment as they rise to
a deafening level.
The crowd has gone wild and stormed the field. I’m jumping and
hollering and shouting
with the rest of them. The clothes start coming off. All around
me everyone is stripping
and shirts and jeans and shorts go flying by my face. I turn to my
buddy. As we make
eye contact, he shrugs, and his head disappears as his T-shirt is
lifted over his head.
My whole group is stripping. I pull my shirt off.
We’re jumping and screaming and slapping at one another. In the
frenzy, I see my
friends’ balls bouncing around. But, they don’t have dicks. Their
balls are jumping out
and swinging freely. My older brother says, “You haven’t had that
thing cut off yet?”
The whole group looks at my dick. I look at their low-hanging,
swollen balls. Someone
says, “Sean hasn’t either.” We all look at Sean’s dick.
The hooting and cries of victory begin anew as we all run and jump
our way down the
steps toward the exit. I begin counting the dicks around me.
There aren’t many. I’m
just not ready. I don’t want to do it. I don’t understand why it
has to be done, why they
want it done to them. I don’t let my fear show.
I slap my best friend on the back and push him on. The crowd is
dividing, mostly to the
right. I stay with my buddies. I hear, “Get your penectomies
here! Right over here.
Penectomies! Penectomies.” My heart races. My brother
says, “Hey, bro. Now’s your
chance. Go get in line, man. We’ll wait here and watch.”
Panic surges through me. Oh my God, I think. I don’t want to do
this. I want to keep
my dick. “Come on, man. Let’s get in line,” Sean says. My
friends push me forward.
I stand behind Sean. He’s trying to look over the heads of the men
in front of him. “This
is great,” he says to me. “There’s only about ten guys in front
and the line’s moving
quickly.” He looks back at our group and releases a tribal war
yell as he jumps up and
down and waves his arms around.
We’re moving forward too quickly. I can’t think. I don’t want my
cock cut off. I look
back. My brother is talking to Jim. They’re excited. Their
discussion is animated. I
look at their dickless crotches. Their balls hang there freely. A
young man steps in line
behind me. He’s holding his son’s hand. I look down. His hard-on
curves upward.
“I’m next, dude,” Sean pokes me, giggling. I face forward. “Get
your penectomies here!
Penectomies! Penectomies,” the man continues to boom.
Two, beefy, nude, dickless guys stand on either side of Sean. I
see Sean’s dick hard for
the only time. He slides it into the penectomizer. My time is
next. I don’t want to do
this. My cock stiffens. Sean falls back into the arms of his two,
beefy saviors. They
stand him up. His dick falls out of the cylinder and lands on top
the others. “Damn,
dude,” Sean says. He walks back to our friends away from his dick.
I’m gonna run. It’s not time for me to do this. The penectomizer
begins swallowing my
hard cock. I’m gonna pull out. I don’t have to do this now. I
can jerk off at home tonight
then get penectomized at the mall tomorrow. I feel myself falling,
then caught by warm,
moist, hard flesh. As I’m stood up, I watch my hard cock land atop
the others, snuggled
next to Sean’s.
My balls bounce freely as I rejoin my friends. They all pat me on
the back and
congratulate me. I’m all smiles. My brother says, “Aren’t you
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