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Real Discussion Posts | PENECTOMY | In my many internet searches for “cut off his penis” and such, I’ve found some interesting stories, posts, etc. I recently found two separate discussion board posts from two different women with some great ideas, so I combined the two and embellished a bit to create the following… | ` RE:Masterbation prevention and punishment. `
I agree that men and boys should not be allowed to masterbate. They need to be
taught early that the penis is for a woman’s pleasure (if she likes it)and for
making babies. Until a man gets married or has a girlfriend, he should save
the penis for his future woman. Then it belongs to her, and she has complete
control of it. Whatever she wants to do with her property (anything or
nothing) is up to her. He shouldn’t be abusing her property or using it for
selfish pleasure. If she wants to use her penis a lot, a bit, or not at all is
up to her. If she wants to remove it, that’s her decision too. The person who
posted earlier that masterbators need to be castrated had the right idea.
Cutting off their balls might be sufficient. Of course the best way to prevent
masterbation would be to cut off the penis. The real threat of penectomy would
keep guys in line. And it would be the perfect prevention and punishment, too.
Not just masterbation prevention, but unwanted pregnancy and rape as well.
It’s ridiculous for women to have to worry constantly about birth control and
sexual attack. People think the only sure way to prevent pregnancy is for
women to have major surgery. Why not some minor surgery on all men? The penis
is really unnecessary, so why not remove it? There goes all possibility of
unwanted pregnancy, sexually transmitted disease, and rape. Most women could
do just as well or better without those things, and men can learn to do
without them, too. I know men would be much better lovers without them, and
it’s women’s turn to get some real attention and pleasure in bed. So my
suggestion and goal in life is to spread the idea of a dickless world. I’d
like to found the World Penectomy Society. Who wants to join? Valerie
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Vets Assistants' Conversion | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Testicle Harvest | I shall call myself Jan. A few years ago, I was a vet's assistant to Trudie
Mostrue, the Swedish vet featured on TV. I was present when she held
castration afternoons once a week. I noted how she became turned on, excited,
by taking the animals' balls. Indeed, she hardly made a secret of her pleasure
in castrating them. ( Just check you video recordings) She particularly liked
taking the balls of Alsations, because she said they were the nearest thing to
a man's balls. And, if you remember, she bragged about her testicle
collection!
Well, I think that's what got me me into it! Whilst I was assisting her in
castrating everything from a gerbil to a pussycat, I became friendly with
another assistant, Joanne.
After work, one evening, we chatted about the procedure and discovered that we
both got a thrill from seeing these males being robbed of their bollocks. I
don''t know whether it's because we envy them their pleasure without
responsibiliy, or if it's a primaeval resentment about the different roles we
are assigned. Whatever, we soon cooked up a plan.
One Tuesday, we girls got dressed up to the nines, found a hot bar, and set
about grooming a victim. We didn't have long to wait. He was a nineteen year
old student called Jack. Very handsome, in a boy next door kind of way, and
with a nice personality. Once semi drunk, it was no problem to entice him back
to our flat.
We had a lovely romp, stripped him off and gave him the benefit of two on one.
Sucked him off - wanked him stupid and fingered him rotten. He was delirious.
Finally, having shot his load twice, he slumped into something like a coma and
was totally chilled out.
That was when we got our plan into action.
With his legs splayed out, his testicles hanging low and contented, it was an
easy matter to slip a silk thread looped around his jewels...
Slowly, we tightened the loop, cutting of the blood supply to his balls. He
didn't notice, being well knackered. We slowly and increasingly pulled on the
ends of the thread until we could see that his balls had turned black. We just
held the pressure. After only a few minutes, we determined that his balls must
be dead. he was still fast asleep.
We nodded to each other. I took a sharp knife and slowly drew it up through
the top of his scrotum and his balls dropped into my hand. There was a little
blood but he never stirred. Then I placed a hot knife against the stumpy bit
and it sizzled briefly, sealing the blood vessels. There was little blood. I
put his balls in a jar.
We girls just embraced ourselves in joy. It was our first castration outing
and it had gone like a dream.
Next morning, Jack woke up and looked a mite confused. What's the matter, we
asked? Sudenly, his hands went to his genital area and he was shocked. "Where
are my balls?" he exploded.
We handed him a jam-jar with his stones floating in it. "There you go, hero"!
We never heard from him again... Surprise, surprise!
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The Quick & The Eunuch | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | Gunfighter babe shot off bad guy's dick | I was the fastest gun in the Old West. But I never killed a man. I preferred
to make money off my other great talent: card games, especially poker. It was
a lot more profitable. But the fast draw did come in handy. Losers liked to
dispute the game. A six shooter pointing in their faces made life easy for me.
I was not only fast, I was sharp. I liked to fire from the hip. Why waste time
bringing the gun up? My favorite way to practice was to have my girlfriend
throw stones into the air. I drew and hit the them, firing from the hip.
Within thirty yards, it was usually no problem.
Unfortunately we could not practice a lot. She was a teacher in Phoenix. I had
to follow the game, wherever there was good money. It was very good money, but
a hard life. All the men thought that a single woman, traveling alone, should
be free sex for them. It did not help that I was beautiful. You would be
amazed by the things they tried even in a bigger town with a sheriff. A six
shooter pointing in their faces made life easy for me.
It was my second day in Boulder, Colorado. I had a good run in the poker game
in Nick’s Hotel. I liked the place. Nick was a small thin man, all smile and
friendly until you started trouble. He had you out on the street on your ass
in half a second. He did not like having furniture fixed or replaced. He was
equally good with fists, gun or knife. You could play a good game of cards in
there.
There were five men at the table, and me. The one to my left was particularly
obnoxious. He was ugly and loud, making lewd remarks continuously. He smelled
too. And keep staring at my chest. I did not mind that too much. He could not
pay much attention to the game. It was the man in the blue shirt, sitting
across the table, I was afraid of. He was quiet. He kept looking at my hands,
my posture, my expression. He was trying to read my tale. He was happy to have
smelly distract me. This guy was another pro.
Smelly liked to get his hand on me. That’s the annoying part. I had already
hit him twice with my fan, a fan with hard wood frame, a secret weapon. I
reminded myself to bring my iron framed fan next time I came down, just in
case this smelly son-of-a-bitch also showed up.
He had a six and three tens. I had a pair of fours and a pair of queens up. My
other card was a four. I knew he was bluffing. When he was really excited, he
moved his head slightly to the right. So I called. His fifth card was an ace.
There went his last dollar. Suddenly he hollered: “You cheating bitch. I am
going to make you cough it back up.” As he turned the table over, his hands
reached out for my tits. Trapped in my chair, I could only put my arms up. He
got his hand on my right tit and squeezed hard.
“OUTSIDE”. It was Nick barking at the top of his voice. The place became very
quite. Smelly let go of me and stepped back. I turned. Nick had two double-
barrel shot guns, one in each hand. One pointed at smelly and the other one at
me. The barrels were sawed of, with no more than four inches sticking out. At
that range, it was not going to miss.
Nick marched us outside, his shotguns steady. Smelly was screaming again and
again: “I kill you, bitch.” Nick just shouted him down: “Twenty feet away from
each other, I call one-two-three and you draw. I shoot the one who touches the
gun before I count to three. Understood?” Nick pointed one gun at the ground
and told me to stand there. He walked a few steps to mark the twenty feet and
told smelly: “get your ass over here.” Then he step away to one side, equal
distance from us. His two shot guns still pointing at us.
“Get ready.“ Hands drop down, half an inch away from the holsters. My heart
beat seemed to slow down. Time seemed to slow down. “One” I saw smelly
clearly, every hair, every pore. “Two” I saw his hand shaking a little. He had
quite a bit of whisky in the hotel. “Three” I drew my gun, rotating it forward
as I pulled it up. As soon as it cleared the holster, I fired. I liked to hit
the feet. It was the first target. It was enough to end a fight. I wish I
never had to kill a man. At that range, I could not miss. And I did not. But I
was really mad. My right tit burned with humiliation. I felt so violated. So I
continued to bring up the gun and fired again at his couch. As the second
bullet hit him, he fired and hit the ground two feet in front of me. Then he
collapsed. The whole street was dead silent, except the saloon girls. They
were cheering wildly, screaming and jumping up and down.
I spent that night with the most beautiful girl from the big saloon next door.
After making love, we naturally talked about that afternoon’s gun fight. She
told me I blew off smelly’s dick and his left ball. His right ball was OK. The
doctor’s maid told everyone who wanted to hear. “You don’t know how much every
girl in town hates that SOB. He apparently has money from somewhere. But he is
mean and tightfisted. He is the most obnoxious man this side of Mississippi. I
hate that smell. It’s a torture to go to bed with him. You are the greatest
heroine to us working girls in this town. Believe me, you can have your pick
of the beauties and most of us would sleep with you for free.”
That was the only time I shot a man’s dick off.
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Prisoner awaiting sentence | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | How I was trapped by my ex-wife | The first thing that I noticed, was how clold it was. I stirred and came into
a full waking state. The last thing I remembered was being at a bar and these
two women buying me drinks. We had talked for a long time and then I blanked
out.
I was on a cold floor. The room was strange. Three white walls and a wall of
bars just like a jail cell.
There was one other thing. I was naked as a Jay Bird. My ring had even been
taken! I looked at a wall outside the bars. As I tried to see, I could only
see that it led down a long hallway that gave me limited vision of it.
I heard a distant muffled sound that gave me chills. It sounded like a man
screaming. Goose bumps covered my naked flesh. I wanted to call out but was
afraid to.
I tried to open the barred door but it was too solid. This room was made to
keep people in it.
A while later I heard voices and the sound of people coming down the hall
towards me. They were female voices. Three women appeared at the door. I
recognized one of them as one of my customers. She was always very quiet and
there was one other thing that I knew about her. She did NOT like men!
They opened the door and walked up to me. I noticed that 2 of them carried
huge kitchen knives.
"Do everything we say!" was all the first one said.
She handed me an electric shaver and said, "Shave your face!".
I took the razor and did as she ordered, very nervous about the knives they
were brandishing. It was then that I noticed that I had a full erection going.
One of the women acted disgusted and said, "Typical Pig Male! Get's a hard
cock for no reason!"
After I shaved the two with the knives stood on both sides of me. One firmly
grabbed my throbbing penis. To my horror, she put the blade to the base of my
shaft and said "You come with us! Any fighting and I'll cut your penis off!"
I walked with them and the blade never left it's mark. I was so scared.
I was led into a room with a huge altar. There were handcuffs and leg irons
attatched to it. I notices one other thing. The altar was stained with redness
right where someone's crotch would be. I was pushed over to the altar where I
was chained and cuffed in a big, tight, spread X!
"What's going on?" I asked almost crying.
One of them again grabbed my throbbing penis and said "Talk again and you lose
your cock!"
I shut up immediately.
Slowly the room began to fill with women. They were all naked. The three that
had taken me undressed. But it was the last one to enter the room that shocked
me the most. Standing there fully nude with her huge 44DD breasts swaying
about, was my ex-wife. She smiled a truly evil smile. I had caught her with
women several times and had heard that she was now fully Lesbian.
And then she said the words that chilled me done to my naked bones. "Time to
be sentenced!"
To be continued.
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On A Bus (straight, nullification, forced TG) | TITLE:: On a Bus
DESCRIPTION:: STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, Forced TG & Prostitution
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`STORY DESCRIPTION:: `
`Man, car in shop, takes bus meets woman who changes him forever.
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`BODY:: `
`I hate taking the bus. But, my car was in the shop and I had to get to work.
Damn public transportation. You meet such lowlifes on it. What's that old
woman looking at? She's coming over to sit next to me. "You have pretty eyes",
she said "Much to pretty for a big tough man like yourself". I don't mind
flattery but there was something..different about this woman. I am a big man.
6'4" 210lbs I work out about 3 times a week and I am 36 years old. I mumbled
some incorherent thanks and turned back to my newspaper. "That's no way to
treat a compliment" she barked. I said I was sorry and tried to focus on the
sports section. I couldn't. I could feel her eyes boring into me through the
story about the Jets. Well, it was time for me to get off and I stumbled off
with the crowds. About a hundred feet a way I started to forget about the
unique woman as I blended into the crowd. I heard a yell, "HIM!" and suddenly
felt my arms pulled back and all went dark as something !
was pulled over my head. There where shouts and then I was tossed into a
vechicle. I felt a sharp pain in my arm then I was out. I don't know how long
I was out. I was naked strapped spread eagle and standing in front of me was
the old woman. "You should respect your elders." she laughed as she removed a
wig, and her cloak to reveal a 30ish raven haired sexy woman in a tight
leather cat suit. "I'll fix it so you listen to me forever and do some good in
the world by making others happy" she laughed again. I couldn't reply. I was
gagged. One moment she was standing there the next I looked down and she and
another maybe a doctor/nurse was doing something to my cock and balls but I
felt hazy. When I awoke again I stood up and walked weak kneed across the room
and saw what they had done in the mirror. I was a woman!! I was dressed like a
cheap whore and they had cut off my cock and balls and I had a vagina. She
came back into the room. "You are now my whore". I was sent to the streets to
work bjs and get fucked many times a !
night for $5 to $20 a man, depending on the time of the day and the weather. I
brought home all the money to my owner and she allowed me once a week to lick
her ass and sometimes drink her piss. I am happy. ` | {
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My Wife's Penis Guillotine | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY TEASE | A man and his wife role play with a real penis guillotine that she has. | My hands are cuffed behind my back and my feet are shackled.
She guides my member through the hole.
She then secures my body against the device so I cannot pull out.
She then unties the rope and holds it in her hand and starts to raise it
slowly.
I know I have no escape I am done for I am helpless in her device.
The blade gets higher, higher and higher still until it reaches the top.
She looks at me with her intense eyes.
She knows IM guilty.
I know IM guilty.
The blade is menacing.
She lets the rope slip a few inches and the blade drops.
I am sweating and scared.
She lets the rope slip a little more and I jump a little.
She smiles her evil grin at me.
I almost panic.
She lets the rope slip some more.
I say please.
She smiles evilly again.
She picks up a cigarette from the table and places it in her mouth.
I stare at her.
She grabs her lighter and lights the cigarette.
She just stands there smoking her cigarette with one hand while holding the
rope with her other.
I am waiting for her to let go of the rope by accident but she doesn't.
She finishes her cigarette and puts it out.
I wonder what is coming next.
I ask her to let me out.
She just shakes her head no.
I ask again.
She looks at me with an angry look and then lets the rope slip a little more.
The heavy razor blade is still near to the top of the nine foot tall rails.
She tells me she knows about me sleeping my high school girlfriend.
I think oh my God she knows she really, really knows.
She slowly raises the blade back to the top of the rails.
I look intensely at the razor blade.
She tells me not to worry.
I ask her to please let me out.
She says no.
I fight my restraints to no avail.
She laughs at my pitiful attempts to escape.
I breathe harder and panic.
She tells me there is no escape.
I beg her to let me out.
She tells me that my dick must be cut off.
I beg her louder.
She laughs at me again.
I cant escape.
I want to be set free.
She tells me that I will not commit adultery against her and I will pay for my
sin.
I am scared and begin to shed tears.
She gets angry and yells at me loudly to respect her.
I look down for fear and say yes ma'am.
I plead with her in tears for my manhood.
She stands still.
I tell her that I will never sleep with another woman again.
She tells me if she lets the razor blade drop it will be certain I wont do it
again.
I ask her for forgiveness.
She gives it.
She then lets me out of all my restraints with one hand.
I am free to escape and I pull my manhood out of the hole.
She tells me that this was a great role play session and I agree with her.
She then lets go of the rope and the razor sharp blade comes screaming down
the rails.
It slams into the bottom with a loud bang.
She tells me that could have been my dick.
I tell her thank you for letting me out.
She smiles at me.
We then go up stairs and have hot sex all night long.
She tells me that maybe she will let the blade go next time.
My heart almost failed when I hear that.
...To be continued.
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O' Canada, the Cocks Stand | TG, TESTICLES | en garde for thee | New Page 1
‡
The X chromosome puts the classy twinklein her eye and special sense in her
sensuality. The Y chromosome gives her a cute cock. The Why chromosome asks no
questions.
You reach her by starting at the Russian flag under the North Pole, then
picking up her long young trail southerly downYonge Street, race a few
thousand kilometers past thousands of beavers and past thousands of genitalia
of all ten genders, and you’re there. There in TO,where she is handy good at
Goodhandy’s.
The tranny chasers sneak a peek. The enlightened can tell her ancestors were
Greek. Unable to speak, He 1 kissed herfeet. He 2 kissed her lips and her
cock.
She describes herself as pansexual, which means she has been known to do
erotic prospecting and probing with kitchenutensils. It means other things as
well.
She wears a loadstone pendant on a silver necklace. She’s seen all the movies
by Linda Lovelace.
The mystical magnetic properties of loadstone (AKA leadstone and lodestone)
are well known. Most everything else iswell unknown.
The pink pail is loaded with loads. He 2 kicks a broken condom off the chair,
as upon his lap she soon is to dance, thevirile vision in his two-Labatts
trance.
“What’s the kinkiest sex you’ve had,” asks He 2. “The list is shorter for the
kinkiest things yet to bedone,” she answers.
“What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done lately,” He 2 counter-probes. And, this
is the story she told:
‡
He 1’s balls were on fire. Figuratively in some ways, and in most ways
literally.
She was brunette that day, that day of daze and blaze. And, her lovely white
skin was draped in ebony silk lingerie. He1 just had to stay.
His heart had melted for her. His balls might as well follow. In the distance,
the not-too-distant future, was heard the lovely sound of a swallow.
Her movement was deft. Without disturbing her exquisite French manicure, she
pulled with her left and snipped with herright. From the ass popped the dildo
opus, from the flames came the testes flambé, to the owner’s mouth they
returned.
Followed by the dildo he yearned.
With a smile of delight, he kissed her perfect feet. His smile widened further
beyond belief when his happy glazed eyessaw that the exquisite French had been
there first.
‡
Forlovely NS – North _and_ South
‡
...to be continued ...
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Hot Summer Night | GAY, TESTICLES | A gay pedophile is unmanned. | I started messing around with younger boys when I was 13. At first, it was
just groping and jerking off, but I eventually graduated to blowing and
buttfucking
By the time I was 26, I had a routine worked out. I would show the boy who
interested me that I had a boner and watch his reaction. If he wasn't
repelled, I'd feel him up. If he didn't know how to jerk off already, I'd
teach him. For some time, usually several weeks, we groped each other and
jerked each other off.
Then, one day while we were jerking off together, or jerking each other off,
I'd suddenly go down on him and blow him to orgasm. I didn't ask him to do it
to me. Rather, we'd go on for several weeks with me blowing him and him
jerking me off.. If he offered to blow me, we'd 69 for a few weeks . If he
didn't offer to blow me, I'd ask him to let me buttfuck him.
I have a fairly long but thin dick, 6 inches long but only about 5/8" thick.
Usually, it didn't hurt at all to take it up the ass Most of the boys I
buttfucked enjoyed it, those who didn't reacted in various ways. Some avoided
me thereafter., some went back to letting me blow them and jerking me off.
Some got mad but didn't do anything about it.
After all, most boys, back then, didn't dare talk to their parents about the
dirty stuff we were doing . Also, I bribed them with candy and cigarettes and
took them to the movies. So, I didn't believe that I had anything to worry
about.
I lived in a third-floor walkup apartment. I kept cool in the summer by
sitting around in my undershorts with a couple of electric fans blowing on me
and drinking cold beer which I kept in the ice-box in the back hall. I would
have all the windows and the back door open. The screen door was held shut by
a spring, without any hook or bolt.
One sweltering August evening, I went out to the kitchen on my way to the ice-
box for a bottle of beer, when the screen door opened, five men in work
clothes with bandanna handkerchiefs over their faces, rushed into the kitchen,
grabbed me, gagged me, and tied my hands behind by back in less time than it
takes to read about it. I never had time to put up a fight or make an outcry.
One of the men was wearing a sheathed hunting knife on his belt. He drew it,
pulled down my boxer shorts, and grabbed my balls. Then, of course, I started
to struggle, but, with four men holding me, I couldn't do much. One quick
slash and it was over and he was holding my balls up before my eyes. I
fainted. When I came to, the men and my balls were gone. I was lying on the
linoleum bleeding but untied, though still gagged.
I pulled out the gag and phoned the police. I tried to stanch the bleeding by
holding a rolled-up towel tightly between my thighs. I couldn't provide the
police with any useful information inasmuch as I couldn't identify any of my
assailants. Obviously, I played it dumb about the reason for the attack.
I was back from the hospital the next day, neatly sewed up down below. After a
few days of rest (I told my boss that I'd ruptured myself and had to have an
emergency operation for it.) I was out and about again. I quickly learned that
only the police and I didn't know who had castrated me.
The whole neighborhood seemed to know about it. The men smirked at me and
hoisted their balls when we met on the street; the women sniffed at me and
looked away, and the boys openly laughed at me and made remarks, especially
Josh Black, the last boy not to like being buttfucked by me.An older boy
showed me a boner and sneered "Wouldn't you like to be able to do this ?" I
was so shattered emotionally that I actually bursted into tears and ran back
to my apartment.
I moved out of the neighborhood as soon as possible and later out of the city,
but I can't run away from the emptiness of my own life.
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BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR..... | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | I WANTED MY HUSBAND TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HIS FEMININE SIDE. I WAS PREPARED FOR WHAT I GOT... | ` I MET HERE ON THE INTERNET---A HAIRCHAT ROOM WHERE WE TRADED HAIR REMOVAL
FANTASIES. SHE WAS GOOD AT CYBER--I WAS GOOD AT BEING ON THE RECIEVING END. I
MENTIONED ONE DAY IT MIGHT BE FUN IF SHE DID MY HUSBAND. HELPED HIM GET IN
TOUCH WITH THE WOMAN INSIDE HIM. `
"I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY THAT" LISA SAID IN A MESSAGE AFTER A GREAT
ORGASIM. "DO YOU THINK HE WOULD LET ME"?? I WILL JUST SEND HIM TO YOU FOR A
REAL HAIRCUT--DO WITH HIM AS YOU PLEASE--I SAID OFFHANDELY. WE SET THE
APPOINTMENT UP FOR SATURDAY.
I TOLD MY HUSBAND I HAD AN APPOINTMENT FOR A HAIRCUT AND A SHAVE AT A NEW
BARBER I HAD MET. HE WAS VERY EXCITED ABOUT THE PROSPECT, AND WENT TO THE
APPOINTMENT WILLINGLY.
"HI--I AM LISA. ARE YOU FRANK?" SHE ASKED AS HE WALKED THRU THE DOOR. "UHM YES
---THERESA SENT ME".." AHH YES---PLEASE HAVE A SEAT AND I WILL LOCK THE DOOR--
IT IS LATE AND I AM TIRED".
SHE LOCKED THE DOOR AND TURNED TO MYHUSBAND. HMMMM...YOU NEED LOTS OF WORK.
SHE TURNED HIM AWAY FROM THE MIRROR AND THEN QUICKLY TIED HIM IN THE CHAIR. A
SRAP ACROSS HIS CHEST--WRISTS WERE TIED DOWN ON THE ARNRESTS AND AT THE
ELBOWS. SHE QUICKLY STRIPPED OFF HIS PANTS AND TIED HIS ANKLES WIDE APART. "OH
MY--LOOK AT THAT UGLY THING STICKING IT'S HEAD UP". WELL TO WORK---SHE QUICKLY
WASHED HIS HAIR AND THEN PUT PERM RODS IN HIS HAIR---A CURLY PERM WAS IN
ORDER. MY HUSBAND HAD BEEN PROTETING, BUT LISA SHOVED A WASHCLOTH IN HIS
MOUTH. SHE TILTED THE CHAIR BACK AND PREPARED TO SHAVE HIS FACE AND PUBIC. HE
WAS SCARED. OFF CAME THE SIDEBURNS AND THEN THE FACIAL HAIR. CLIPPERS MADE
SHORT WORK OF THE PUBIC MOP AND THEN A RAZOR MADE IT BABY SMOOTH. "HMMM---
THERESA SAID YOU SHOULD GET IN TOUCH WITH YOUR FEMININE SIDE...."
SHE WENT TO THE PHONE AND CALLED A FRIEND. THE PERM WAS FINISHED, JUST AS
THERE WAS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. LISA OPENED IT AND THE KISSED HER LOVER--WENDY.
THEY BOTH TURNED AND LAUGHED AT MY HUSBAND IN THE CHAIR AND AT HIS
PREDICIMENT. WENDY APPROACHED AND FODLED HIS COCK. "HMMMM...A VASECTOMEY IS
NOT ENOUGH--LET'S CASTRATE HIM!!!!"
HE TRIED TO GET AWAY--STRUGGLING AS THEY PAINTED HIM FROM BELLY BUTTON TO MID
THIGH--ARRANGED INSTRUMENTS NEXT TO HIM---AND THEN BEGAN INJECTING ANESTHESIA
INTO HIS PENIS AND TESTICLES. THE ERECTION FADED--ALL SENSATION WAS GONE AS
WENDY PICKED UP HER SCALPEL AND QUICKLY CUT TEM FROM HIS BODY.
LISA FINISHED TURNING HIM INTO A WOMAN AND DROPPED HIM OFF ON OUR DOORSTEP. HE
HAS BEEN VERY TRANQUIL SINCE THEN. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR---IT JUST
MIGHT HAPPEN......
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Missed Connection With My Manhood | GAY, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION | A newly dickless man seeks cutter to finish the job. | missed connection with my cock - m4m
I was cruising the gloryholes in the second floor restroom at the AMC 12 last
thursday, around 11:30pm. It was fairly quiet, but a finger reached through
the hole in the second stall closest to the wall where I was stationed. I
brought my dick up to the hole and stuck it through. About six inches, thick,
curved slightly downward, big purple head, black hair at the base. You sucked
me like a Dyson until i came, a huge load. Best blowjob of my life, I must
admit. Next thing I knew, i fell backward into the stall covered in blood.
Where my cock had been was now a ragged bleeding wound. It was so sudden i
didn't really register what had happened, but i heard a toilet flush and the
next door over open and slam shut.
I woke up in St. Luke's Presbyterian the next day. Needless to say, they
didn't find anything to reattach, so they sewed me up, leaving an opening to
piss from. I don't think I'll ever get used to how pathetic it looks, urine
spraying from that ragged, shaved scar. So, um, yeah.
I hear they've since closed up the gloryholes in the AMC bathrooms, but if you
were the person in the stall who decided that I didn't need my cock anymore,
get in touch. I've got a big hanging set of balls for you to take away from me
too. Not like I need them now.
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"Evenin' Dearie" | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Two young women are abroad on a cold foggy night in Victorian London. They are bound on a serious mission .... | ` "Evenin' Dearie" `
by
Kortpeel
___________________________________________________________________
Whitechapel. 1888
"It's a good night for a murder, ain't it?"
"Shut up, Bet. Someone 'll 'ear you."
Betty stared through the thick, choking fog of the cold November night. She
could make out the weak yellow glimmer of the gas lamp further down the alley.
Way off there was the clop-clop of a cab horse taking a late night traveller
home. Then it was quiet, as silent as death.
"Reckon he'll come, Alice?" Betty spoke in a whisper.
"Good chance. This is his sort o' night." Alice was whispering too.
Betty shivered as a chill ran down her spine. "Cor ! Someone trod on me grave.
Bleedin' creepy wiv no-one about."
"They're all in bed. Best place to be on a night like this."
The two women huddled together against the wall in the alleyway. They waited
and listened. After a while they could just make out the tapping of a cane on
the cobbles.
"It's him."
"I'm gonna be sick," Betty said.
"Wait 'til afterwards. You know what to do?"
They could see the outline of the man against the gaslight. He wore a top hat
and a cape. He was sauntering and swinging his cane without a care in the
world.
It's funny how blokes don't get frightened, Betty thought. And here's me
scared stiff.
Alice gave her a nudge. It was time.
"Evenin' dearie. Can I give you a good time?"
Betty must have surprised the man, emerging from the shadows like that, but if
so he recovered quickly.
"Why bless my soul! You certainly do keep late hours my dear." The man spoke
in a pleasant, well modulated voice.
"A girl's got to earn a living, kind sir."
"Of course you do. And in this weather I'll wager there aren't too many
customers for your services."
"That is a fact, Sir. The gentlemen like to keep themselves buttoned up."
"Hmm. I can see why. Still, I think you could show me a good time. A very good
time, in fact."
Oh gawd, it ain't 'im. This is just a regular gent, Betty was thinking. At
that moment Alice hit him on the back of his neck with a gin bottle and he
went down.
He stayed down, motionless.
They stared at him for a moment. "He ain't dead, is he?"
Alice knelt by him. "Naah. He's still breathin'."
"That ain't him though," Betty said. "You bashed the wrong bloke."
"No I didn't. Have a butchers at this." She showed Betty the surgeon's
scalpel. "That was in his hand. He was gonna do for you, Bet."
They looked at the unconscious man. "What the hell are we gonna do Alice? I
can't kill him, no matter how much he deserves it."
"Think what that bastard did to Polly and Kate. What about poor Mary Kelly,
bless her?"
"Perhaps …. If we gave him a taste of his own medicine?"
Alice smiled. "You mean cut him a bit? Down there, like what he done to the
others?"
Betty was getting over her shock. "Let's get his pants down."
Whatever else, those two women knew how to get a man's trousers off. It took
but seconds.
Alice felt the genitals. "I'll do his balls. You can cut off his pecker."
"Okay. But he's still out. Shouldn't we wait 'til he wakes up?"
"Bet, you wearin' drawers?"
"No. I washed 'em and they haven't dried. Can't put 'em on wet."
"Well stand over him and piss on his face. That'll wake him up."
"I usually charge 'em half a crown for this," Betty said in full flow. "This
one's getting it free."
"Perverts, God bless 'em," Alice muttered. "Here, he's wakin' up."
The man tried to sit up but Betty's skirt and petticoats stopped him.
"What's happening? What's going on?" the man said.
Betty got off him and held him down with one foot on his throat.
"Nothing much. You're just having your balls cut off," Alice told him. "Do
take it like a man. It's your last chance to be one."
"No, wait. Don't. I'll give you money -" The man struggled. He threw Betty off
and started to sit up.
Alice moved the scalpel. "Too late, dearie. Now be a good boy. We ain't
finished yet."
Alice pushed the flat of her hand hard into his face and he went down again.
Moving quickly she sat on his face so he couldn't get up. "Keep still or I'll
fart." she warned as he began to wriggle under her.
Betty had hold of the pecker and scalpel. Her cut was right at the root. It
went all limp and squishy in her hand as it came away.
Alice stood up and looked down at their victim. He lay trembling in a foetal
position clutching his groin. "Well, Mr. Jack the bloody Ripper, you got a
taste of the knife yourself tonight." Alice gave him a kick on his backside.
"Not so hot now, are you?"
"Is he all right?" Betty asked.
"Shouldn't think so. Come on Bet, let's go home."
And that's what they did.
End
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Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 94 | GAY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Matthew learns the secret of mind control. | Chapter 94
Matthew frowned. He didn’t understand where the arrow had come from. Turner
was clutching it, and lowering himself to his knees. The head of it was
sticking out of his chest, directly out of the middle of it. Matthew watched
his face as the poor man winced in pain. Together with Lukas, he stepped
toward the man.
From behind him, from across the stream, a figure suddenly appeared. The kid,
Jimmy or Jacob, stepped forward. The last time Matthew had seen him had been
in a lift at the hospital. And now, here he was, somewhere in South America.
And not – Matthew stared at his groin. The kid hadn’t been castrated, no. From
underneath his little rectangle of fabric his cock and balls were clearly
visible. It wasn’t big enough to hide them.
Matthew stared and swallowed, and supposed that it was him who had been done
instead of Jimmy. He felt suddenly more naked.
‘Did I get him?’ the kid said, putting his emphasis on the “I” as though it
might have been someone else.
Lukas nodded.
The kid stepped around the man and came to stand beside Lukas and Matthew.
Turner wasn’t dead. He was wincing up at them, and leaning backwards onto an
elbow, so that he was lying awkwardly on the ground.
Between his legs, Matthew could see what they had done to him, could see what
Rodney had done. And they hadn’t bothered fixing the guy up. The place where
his cock and balls had been was a mass of twisted scars.
Matthew stepped forward. He squatted down in front of Turner. The guy was in
pain, obviously, his face working.
‘They’ve left me now,’ he said, looking up at Matthew.
Matthew nodded.
He wanted to do something, wanted to reach forward and take the arrow out of
the guy’s chest, but he didn’t know how that was possible.
Suddenly he was aware of other figures and he looked up. A guy in his
twenties, with his cock and balls also, and beside him, holding his hand, a
little boy of ten or eleven who had lost his, and had been made like Matthew
and Lukas.
‘I’ve made a bonfire,’ Turner said, speaking with difficulty. ‘It’s to the
west, about three and half miles. In a clearing on the plateau. If you can
ever get to it, and light it…’
Matthew nodded. But he knew it was hopeless. They would never have enough
control over themselves to light it – and even if they did, who would see it?
No one knew where they were.
Turner closed his eyes and lay back sideways in the grass. Matthew didn’t know
why, but he couldn’t help himself. He reached his hand out, and stroked the
guy’s hair away from his brow.
After a minute or so, there was blood on his lips. And then he was dead.
Matthew stood up.
‘Well I want to fuck him,’ Jimmy said, nodding at Matthew. The others turned
to him. There was another guy now, a fifteen or sixteen year old, and he too,
Matthew saw, had been neutered. He looked at Matthew like he’d never seen him
before.
‘Get down on your knees,’ Jimmy said.
Matthew frowned at him.
‘You have to,’ Lukas said. ‘It’s his reward.’
Matthew didn’t move.
Suddenly, and without any warning, the twenty-something, the fifteen year old
and Lukas, all moved forward together and held Matthew. They forced him to his
knees, and the guy in his twenties, whose name was Mark, Matthew gathered,
pushed Matthew’s face into the soil and locked Matthew’s head between his
knees. His rump was up in the air, exposed. He looked up from under his body
and saw a seventh figure enter the clearing, a girl, about fifteen or sixteen,
looking nervous. Her breasts were exposed, her groin covered by the same
rectangle of fabric that the rest of them wore. She looked at Matthew’s arse,
and frowned, obviously able to see his whole groin, from this position, and
see what they had done to him.
Matthew felt awful.
Jimmy moved forward behind him. He straightened his cock out and thrust it
into Matthew’s arse, and then continued to pump for a minute or more before
blowing his load. His reward, Matthew gathered, for killing Turner.
They let Matthew up, and he turned over, sitting, and stared at them all.
Lukas’ lip was wobbling and he looked like he was going to cry.
‘Well he’s next,’ Mark said.
Lukas was shaking his head, and tears were dripping out of his eyes the way he
always cried.
Matthew got to his feet, and for the first time in months, he put his arm
around Lukas. Lukas was shaking.
‘I want to fuck him again,’ Jimmy said.
Mark shook his head and looked at Matthew, looking like he was sorry, despite
what he had just said. They would hunt Matthew next. Matthew understood that.
‘Well, you’ve got twenty-four hours,’ Mark said, looking at the sky. ‘We’ll
stay here and wait for the others.’
Matthew nodded, and started to pull away from Lukas. He turned to go.
‘Wait,’ the girl said. ‘Don’t you want some of the meat?’
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Master Chris | NULLIFICATION | A radical transformation is planned for me. | ` “Come in boy, and get down on your knees!” `
I closed the door, knowing that my life was now going to change forever. I was
giving myself to this man, who had promised to modify my body in the most
extreme ways. Despite my fears, my cock was straining to get out of my jeans.
Once I was kneeling, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head backward.
“Look at me, boy. Look into the eyes of your new master. Are you ready to
submit? Are you prepared to lose all control over your body? Over your life?”
“Y-yes, sir!” I said.
“Good,” he said, releasing his grip on my hair. “Now take off your clothes and
throw them into this trash bin. You’ll never be wearing any clothes again,
boy.”
Seconds later, I was standing naked, my hands clasped behind my back. My
master examined my body carefully.
“Nice balls,” he grunted, grabbing my sack roughly. “These will have to go, of
course. And so will this cock. I’ll leave just an inch for you to piss out
of.”
He ordered me to bend over and grab my ankles. I felt his finger poking my
anus.
“This hole needs a lot of stretching before it’s the right size. It’s gonna be
taking my cock and my fist, and some really big dildos too.”
He continued his inspection, tweaking my nipples, then looking into my mouth.
“I think you’ll do, boy. Are you prepared to be my hole? To live for my
pleasure only?”
“Yes sir!”
“Good,” he smiled. “Follow me into the bathroom now.”
Once we got into the bathroom, my Master pulled off his leather pants and sat
on the toilet. I could hear his turds plopping into the water. I was down on
my knees in front of him as he emptied his bowels.
Finished, he turned around and bent over slightly, pulling apart his cheeks
and exposing his shitty asshole to my face.
“Clean it up, boy. Lick me nice and clean.”
I pushed my face into his crack, breathing in the stench. My tongue reached
out and touched his anus, tasting the bitter brown remains of his bowel
movement.
I started licking. “That’s it boy. I want you to get my hole squeaky clean.”
My tongue scoured his anus, gradually probing deeper. His hole loosened,
allowing the tip of my tongue to enter him ever so slightly.
"Oh yeah," he sighed. "Put that tongue of yours inside me. Push it in, boy!"
Master Chris's large balls were resting on my chin as my tongue snaked its way
inside his rectum. The smell of sweat and shit started to turn me on in a big
way.
"Okay, that's enough," he said, turning around. "Now it's time to wash your
mouth out."
Master Chris took his semi-hard cock and put it against my lips. When I opened
my mouth wide, a stream of piss shot into my throat, gagging me.
"You'll drink it all down boy!" he said, grabbing the hair on the back of my
head and yanking it. I opened my mouth again and Master pissed into it. This
time I was able to swallow the acrid fluid without difficulty.
The rest of the evening was just as abusive. Master Chris handcuffed me behind
my back, pushed me face-down on his bed, and started working my ass.
I could feel a slippery finger invade my anus, lubing me up. Then came a
second finger, and a third. When I grunted in pain, he slapped my cheeks hard.
"You think that's too much for your ass to take? We're just getting started,
boy!"
Soon, Master had four fingers inside me. I felt like my ass would rip wide
open, but Master kept going, putting more lube on his fingers and massaging my
hole until it loosened up some more.
"Okay, boy, get ready for my fist!"
I cried out as he folded his thumb into the rest of his fingers and slowly
pushed into me. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any more, his hand slid
into me. My hole was now tight around his wrist.
"Oh yeah! How do you like being fisted, boy? You better get used to it!"
The pressure in my rectum was unbelievable. I could feel Master Chris slowly
turn his hand around inside me and begin to push further.
"That's good....oh you're a natural, boy! Your hole is just meant for this."
I felt light-headed as Master Chris snaked his arm into me. "I'm almost up to
my elbow," he laughed.
Finally, after several minutes, he slowly pulled out. When his hand slipped
from my anus, I suddenly felt empty inside.
Master Chris washed up, then returned holding a hypodermic needle. "On your
stomach, boy. It's time for you to take a nap."
He plunged the needle into my butt, and I could feel a burning sensation
spreading out. As I drifted off, I heard him chuckling.
When I began to awaken, I felt like my body had been assaulted. The worst pain
was in my arms and legs. As soon as my vision cleared, I saw why.
Both my legs had been amputated just above the knees, and my arms had been
severed just above the elbows. White bandages covered both stumps.
"I see you're awake," Master Chris said, grinning. "How do you like your new
appearance?
"This is the first step of your transformation," said, kissing my lips
tenderly.
(To be continued)
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Paintballs | WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Don\'t be so cocksure it\'s just a cunt hunt. | ` The mayor of the gambling center of the universe is really pissed this time.
It is, _and always has been,_ a family place after all. Not. `
A little further north, the Mustang Ranch died on the range.
As if the desert heat dries up one's sex drive. As if the casino AC freezes
one's libido.
But, let's assume the mayor is right, or partly right, or that maybe his parts
don't work anymore. Because even assuming it's now a Family Place then does
anyone here remember how the kids got here in the first place?
I don't mean Southwest Scair or the direct-from-Moscow Aeroflop, I mean kids
come from cunts. Like it or not, even the mayor has to admit that sex _exists_
or at least _did exist_ or the kids wouldn't even be here, right?
Before, they were happy they had it, and they flaunted it. This was the proud,
loud motto:
__
Never a loss
for ass
in Las
Vegass
So, you'd think when the guy admitted the Bambi Hunt was a hoax, the mayor
would cool off. But no, apparently you now need a license to even _think_
about a high-roller paintball safari for sneaker-only sex kittens.
Correction: they had white socks in addition to the Nikes.
Hoax or not, the South American pony farm likes new ideas. No license required
there, and the tropical climate seems to take one's sex drive and boil it to a
fetish frenzy.
They already had their first hunt. Wasn't for no bambi's. Paintballs on the
asses of fag stags was the theme.
They must use satellite phones or coded internet messages or something. Some
NSA voyeur listening in must jerk off all over the high-tech electronics of
interception. But the word gets out all across the world where most people
_admit_ they have sex drives.
Where some admit they would drive anywhere and pay just about anything to
satisfy a new fetish. Even fetishes they didn't know they had until the coded
invitation triggers an immediate jean-creaming reaction.
However they get the invitiation, the kinky accept. Come they do. Searching
for that ultimate of kinky cums.
For those who prayed to be prey, and for cunts who love to hunt right along
with the AK-47 macho men, the sound of the cock hounds is about to go off.
The guys on the run have to meet strict qualifications: silky smooth buffed
bods, beautiful bouncing balls, long and luscious throbbing or teasingly
flapping cocks, sneakers and white socks. And they're paying big bucks to be
hunted bucks.
Even more doe is required to be an armed doe or a flak-ejaculating big-game
hunter of the great He. Since it's all filmed, the steel rod crew has to be
buffed and beautiful too as they hunt the delicious cum rods. Just sneakers
and white socks for them too, along with the paintball guns of course.
But the broad in the group paid extra to be a bow hunter, the razor-sharp real
deal. She's on the prowl for fresh-sliced gonads, or several severed pieces of
six or more inches.
The paintballers shoot different colors. Each paying for their color-coded
reward for their piece of ass _piece de resistance._
The hunted know their odds. Depending on their own odd sub-fetish, some are
actually hoping to be shot by the most extreme colors or even by a balls-on-
target arrow into their target of balls.
They've all agreed. The thrill is as high as their high cocks as their naked
nubility leaps into the jungle. If you're shot red, that night you'll be
pleasantly dead. Piece by piece will be brazed and boiled for the after-hunt
feast of beautiful a hard-bodied happy-happy man.
"Harvest me please," they all have agreed with glee. Even the quested quest
for the lose-my-parts party that night.
So excited are the game, they are often shot in pairs as they cross paths in
the jungle and stop for an exciting interlude of cum lunch. As they suck the
succulent boners, they are careful to always leave their balls in plain view,
always a well-displayed target of opportunity.
What a spread at twilight. The rock-hard hunters have been crawling over rocks
all day, mostly successful in bagging a beautiful bag of balls as one of the
hunted was getting his rocks off into the mouth of fellow fag stag.
The spread is color-coded with spread-eagle fag stags strapped on their backs
to the picnic tables. Yellow for cock-head stew. Green for hard-boiled gonads.
Pink for barbequed penis dogs. Blue for the full-package blue-plate special.
And red for the real deal meal of a lifetime, the happy end of life to nurture
life for the happiest fag stag.
Everyone drools like Pavlov's dogs. The fabulous fetish feast will follow,
with every delightful flavor from cum to cock to balls to butt, but this is
the moment to really savor.
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The RItual | GAY, TESTICLES | A description of a ritual for the voyage away from manhood | The ritual begins with a men's drum circle... I am part of the drumming ,
fully integrated into the group of men.. but then drumming stops suddenly and
several men including myself and the chief "priest" and several assistants..
stand.. we are wearing black robes as are all the other men in the circle. But
when the three or maybe four of us stand the front of the robes open .. all of
us are nude underneath.. all have their pubic area shaved, in preparation for
the modification...
The chief priest who has a long beard and is taller than all the others.. ,
puts his hands on my shoulder and speaks
"At this point you are one of us.. but tonight you begin a voyage to a life
beyond manhood.. leaving behind the most essential element of manhood. We are
here as men to wish you well and witness the beginning of this voyage... This
is the last time that you can drum with us ... "
He then pulls my robe off and hands me a drum and I start drumming and the
others join in as I sit nude in the center of the circle. The chief priest
motions and the drumming stops again. The assistants remove the drum from my
hands and lift me to my feet. The priest walks to a dark curtain in the dimly
lit room. When he pulls it back a wide bench brilliantly light is covered with
white surgical sheets. Two modification practitioners are standing next to the
bench.. also dressed in black robes , wearing surgical masks. The priest and
his assistants bekon me to lay on the bench.. Before laying down I speak:
" I leave you freely.. taking this voyage on my own initiative... my manhood
has been difficult and I willingly seek release from it.. to live as another
type of human."
With that said, I lay on the bench . As the practitioners prepare my body by
rubbing sterilizing solution around the public and testicle areas, the Chief
priest stands next to me. One of his assistants brings forth a large knife on
a pillow. The Priest brings the knife in front of my face and I kiss it> He
speaks:
" The sacred blade will liberate you to start your new voyage"
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The Taming of Horton part 3 | STRAIGHT | The thired part of this serial in which Horton is humilated by his dominant wife Carol in front of a young stud called Mark. | ` Horton awoke the day after his punishment after a terribly uncomftable night
in the cage. His penis and testicles were badly swollen and covered in bloody
scars where the tacks had biten in to the sensitive skin of his most intamate
parts. Carol was cherful."Good morning Darling today you get to meet my frend
Mark . I hope you will like him." Horton was released from the cage and told
to get on with the house work. `
The doorbell rang about two P.M. and Horton was told to answer it despite his
compleat nakedness. He stod there blushing scarlet as a handsome young man
strode in. "Hi I`m Mark I guess you must be Horton, the guy who keeps jerking
off." Mark laffed loadly."I see from the state of your cock and balls that
your wife must have cought you mastabating again. You realy should stop or you
will fined your self with no balls soon. Still I guess that will cure your
problem so realy you have nothing to wory about." Carol kissed Mark on the
lips. So Mark knew everything about Horton. Clearly Mark was his wife`s lover
and had been told everything. Horton was not just a prospective eunuch but a
cuckold. Carol answered his question without his even asking it"Yes Horton
,Mark is my Stud. I went out and found him when I realised you were only fit
to jerk off. So you see it is your fault you have made me be unfaithful to you
!" She struck Horton forcefully across the buttocks with her leather
strap."Why do you make me do things like that Horton? Why can`t you satisfy my
needs?""Thats right baby give the jerk off a good thrashing"said Mark. It was
obvious to Horton that Mark found the situation amusing. Carol calmed down.
Much to Mark`s amusment she put a dog collar with a leash around Horton`s neck
and led him into the bedroom. Mark followed smilling. "Now Horton undress
Mark." a few swipes with the leather strap convinced Horton to comply. He
began by un-buttoning Mark`s shirt. Soon he found himself helping mark out of
his shorts. As Horton pulled them down he noticed that Mark`s cock was
allready semi riged. "Look at it Horton." Ordered carol." Look at the cock
that is going to do your cock`s job for it. That cock can and will fuck me
Horton, not just jerk off like yours." " No not that." pleaded Horton. "Why
not?" asked Carol "You wont."
Next Horton was forced to undress Carol for Mark. Soon they all three stood
naked, Horton with the collar and leash still around his neck. Carol took
Mark`s hand and lead him to the bed. Horton was forced to watch their
foreplay. If he turned away or closed his eyes Carol would strike him. Soon
Mark enterd Carol. Horton watched thier furious love making, tears of
frustration streaming down his face. When it was all over Mark was satisfied
Carol was aglow with happenes and Horton was a sobbing wreck. But Carol had
not finished with Horton Yet "Horton." She Commanded"Lick my ass hole" a
rearfull Horton Complied as Mark looked on.When she had had enugh Carol then
orderd "Horton now lick Mark`s ass hole." "No. Not that I wont do that." Carol
was Incandesednt with rage. "Are you difying me Horton? You who can only Jerk
off!" " I wont do it . I`m not gay!""So what. You think I care about your so
called sexuality Horton. So far as I can see Horton your sexuality consists of
jerking off and nothing more. Now I have given you an order and I expect you
to obey. That does it. Mark Grab Him. We are taking you to janice." Soon
Horton was over powerd and restrained by them . They dressed themselves and
led Horton out to Mark`s car to be driven to Janice and Bob`s place. What will
become of Horton ? Will Janice Geld Horton like she did her husband Bob? fined
out in part four of The Taming of Horton.
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Caught Flat - Part 2 | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, male & female nullification | Six sexless friends endure their first naked school day. | Getting up and ready for school was definitely weird. I kept searching for my
morning woody or at least my cock but both were clearly missing. Bess and I
rolled around until Mom told us we'd better get going, and then we showered
together and went downstairs together, still naked.
Breakfast in the kitchen was naked as well. It was frightening to think we'd
be naked all day, every day, everywhere, and not just at home. Everyone
everywhere would see every part of our bodies, and that included our complete
lack of sex organs. It didn't seem possible. How could we stand that? Wouldn't
we be arrested?
Bess pushed her kitchen chair next to mine and began stroking the inside of my
thigh. I went for her tits. Mom barely noticed and said nothing. It seemed we
could do anything we wanted with each other, in public or in private, except
wear clothes. Where was the logic in that?
After breakfast we begged Mom for shoes. Eventually she told us to look in the
hall closet, and sure enough we found them, at least sandals, sneakers, and
flip-flops. Bess also found two pairs of flats and three pairs of high heels.
Anything that needed socks, apparently, was out. Naturally we checked the
closet for clothes but there were just a few coats and none of them were ours.
Getting our stuff together presented more problems. Bess never had pockets
before and therefore didn't miss them. She just stuffed everything as usual in
her backpack or purse. Charlie and I, having no pockets for the first time,
put everything in our backpacks. At least Mom let us wear those.
Showing up for school flat and naked was absolute hell. Everyone stared at us.
Everyone asked why were naked and what happened to our sex organs. A few said
they knew people in other states who'd had the same thing done, and wondered
what it was like. What could we say? We felt cut up and freaky and exposed and
embarrassed.
The instant the door guards spotted us they dragged us off to the principal's
office. The principal, however, seemed more curious than offended. First he
called our parents and then he called us into his office. We all hoped he'd
make us wear clothes again but no such luck.
"Your parents want you to be living examples of the dangers of teenage sexual
activity, and that's a goal I agree with," he stated quietly. "I've heard of
this occurring in other states, and the results are generally positive. So,
you're fine as you are. Please return to your first period classes. I'll give
you a note. Guards, we'll need some new procedures. Please stay a few minutes
to discuss those."
Walking into first period class with no clothes, no cock, and no balls was
hell. Standing by the teacher's desk while he read the principal's note was
hell. Explaining to the class what'd happened to me was hell. Every other
class was hell. The hallways were hell.
The six of us met up for lunch and that was hell too. Although we found
strength in numbers, it seemed like six times as many people were staring at
us. It was worse for Charlie and Rhonda because they had to go through the
serving line.
The hall guards dragged off Ethan Smith, the class president, and Fiona
Williams, a cheerleader, for necking in a stairwell. Part of me hoped they'd
end up at Liberty Clinic, and part of me couldn't wish that on anyone. They
also dragged off a girl found masturbating during class, and a guy and a girl
found masturbating in the washroom. Helluva thing.
* * * * *
Walking home flat and naked was another hell. Every window seemed to have
eyes. A police car slowed down but didn't stop. A bus veered off the road and
into a tree. At least we had each other for company.
"Are your parents letting you cuddle?" Seth asked Bess as we walked home.
"Like what?" Bess asked.
"Like hugging, kissing, rolling around together, sleeping together…" Seth
continued.
"Yeah, and its weird. Mom caught Andy and me snuggling last night and actually
tried to help. Then we slept together and that was OK too. Can you believe
that?"
"Well, yeah, because nothing we do now can possibly be sexual," Rhonda
replied.
Later I asked Mom about Rhonda's observation. "She's right," Mom confirmed.
"Roll around and cuddle all you want. It's a wonderful expression of love
among friends and family members. We obviously know it's not sexual."
For a moment I considered resuming our original sex party, this time, of
course, without the oral sex, but then I decided not to push our luck. I did
spend the night sleeping over with Rhonda, though.
Rhonda was taller and slimmer than Bess, and of course I'd touched her before
when the six of us were fooling around. As with Bess, however, a full body hug
in bed was different.
For starters, we were in Rhonda's room, not mine, and Rhonda wanted the lights
out. Rhonda had a skinny, almost bony feel to her and we didn't fit together
as well as Bess and I did.
But oh, Rhonda was a kisser. Touching shoulders to toes, we locked lips and
Rhonda extended her tongue. It flitted around my mouth rapidly, finding my
tongue, and then I tongued here back. It was like a soft lovely battle. I
pushed my tongue back against hers, we twirled out tongues around each others,
and I explored the inside of her mouth as well. Rhonda grasped my back and I
hers, locking ourselves together as firmly as possible. She slipped one thigh
between mine, pressing against my senseless flat spot, and I pressed against
hers as well. Even the thigh-on-thigh sensations were incredible. Soon we were
sweating, slipping, and sliding against each other,
"OK, you two. You need to get your rest for school tomorrow," Mrs. Williams
eventually remarked through the open doorway, and so we slowly backed off and
fell asleep. Ronda's dad looked in too.
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Slaves Inc, | Slaves Inc,
by Ian Clifford
The focus of the world had changed. It is now the year 2035 and we now
have a Female dominated society. The wars in the late twentieth
century and early twenty first century has obliterated many from the
face of the earth. The population of Earth was now less than one
billion. The majority of those killed in the wars were men and at
after the wars they comprised less than ten per cent of the
population. The governments of many countries were in shambles so the
first world government was formed. There emerged a leader for the new
order. She is Sandra O'Leary and She is known by the world's
population as Supreme Mistress Sandra. She formed a world government
council of ten Women who would oversee the new order. In all cities,
towns and villages, a mayor and city council were formed. These were
always Women as by now men held no positions of authority.
Women had finally recognized the limitations of the male of the
species. They were violent by nature and the cause of the past world
wars. Woman lead by Supreme Mistress Sandra had now taken over due to
the majority of the population being Female. A study was done as to
what to do with the males in society. The study noted the aggressive
and violent nature of men and several options were addressed to curb
this. One was the extermination of all males. This option was rejected
as males provided sperm which is one of the essential tools of
procreation. The Women looked to the science community for a
replacement for male sperm and none could be found. This option was
rejected as it could likely lead to the demise of the human species.
Even if a token number of males were kept for sperm donations, this
could not ensure the human race as how many sperm producers would be
allowed to live and what of disease and premature death? A second
option was to force all males to undergo frontal lobotomies which
would render them mindless beings. This option was rejected as these
males would be useless for the work to be done. This was partially
approved for some males. The third option looked at was mandatory
castration for all males.
They looked at the fact that the excess of
testosterone produced by the male genitals led to the aggressive and
violent nature of men. It was decided that all males were to be
castrated. Males boys were to be castrated at the age of sixteen and
most others were to be castrated immediately. Only a token few were
allowed their balls as sperm donors. Penile sex as it was known in the
past was eliminated entirely. All future births would be by artificial
insemination. The sperm donors were milked of their sperm which was
stored frozen in a sperm bank for future use. The sperm donors also
received frontal lobotomies to reduce their aggressive nature. Only
the most intelligent and genetically superior males were chosen as
sperm donors. Clinics were set up throughout the world to perform
these castration operations.
It was into this world which Johnnie was borne. His mother was
Mistress Marlene who raised him strictly but well. He was found not to
have the intelligence or genetic superiority to become a sperm
producer. He was raised to understand Female superiority. Once he hit
a little girl and was flogged bloody for his crime. He learned that
Females of any age were to be respected and obeyed. At the age of ten
he was taken to the clinic and branded with his lifetime serial
number. His status was that of slave only and he learned his place. He
found out that boys were castrated at the age of sixteen and he now
approached his sixteenth birthday. Just before his sixteenth birthday
he was sold into slavery to a Mistress Natasha.
Mistress Natasha acquainted him with his role as domestic slave. He
was trained to perform all household duties such as cooking and
cleaning. He was also trained to perform personal service to his
Mistress and all other Females in Her household. These personal duties
included bathing, full body massages and of course oral servitude.
This service even applied to the young girls in the household. They
could not fully appreciate oral servitude but would learn that this is
what males are for.
On his sixteenth birthday he was taken to the Slave's Inc. Clinic for
his birthday castration. He had previously been permitted to make
donations at the Sperm Bank. Mistress Natasha took him to the clinic
to supervise the procedure. Johnnie and Mistress Natasha were taken to
a preparation room where Johnny was prepared for his surgery. He was
supervised in the shower with special attention to the genital area.
The nurse in the preparation area now shaved his genitals and all skin
from the waist to the knees. A solution of Betadine antiseptic and
anti microbial was now applied to his genital region and he was
escorted to the Surgery Area.
He was fastened with his back toward a post which came out of the
floor. His ankles were fastened to a strap which encircled the post.
His arms were securely fastened behind his back and a strap around his
underarms held his back to the post. A pillow was placed behind the
small of his back so his genital area was thrust forward. His penis
was fastened out of the way. Mistress Natasha stood to one side,
observing the process. She held a riding crop in one hand to punish
any movement or attempt to escape his fate. The whip was Her symbol of
authority which She carried at all times. In front of the post was a
chair for the person performing the operation to be seated. On the
other side of the chair was a table which was covered and contained
the instruments to perform the operation.
Nurse Judy now came over to the surgery area. She had been previously
castrating two other males at other surgery stations in the room.
Johnny was disconcerted by hearing their cries and screams into the
gags which were in their mouths. She talked to Mistress Natasha
confirming that this was Her slave and the procedure was to be
castration. She then observed the brand mark on Johnny and checked to
ensure that Johnny was owned by Mistress Natashia. She uncovered the
table and then seated herself on the chair in front of Johnny and then
turned to Mistress Natasha to ask if She wished anaesthetic to be used
for the procedure. Mistress Natasha noted that She did not wish any
anaesthetic to be used for the castration.
Nurse Judy did Her job with speed and skill. She had performed
literally thousands of castration operations before and was quite used
to the procedure. She first opened Johnny's scrotal sac by placing a
one and a half inch incision vertically on each side of his scrotum.
She pulled each testicle out of the scrotum through this opening so
they hung there. She then tied off the connecting points at the
spermatic cord and gubernaculum using a dissolving suture. She then
cut each testicle free of the gubernaculum so each hung by the
spermatic cord. She clamped a pair of forceps around the spermatic
cord of his left testicle and pulled the testicle out from the
opening, She severed the testicle between the forceps and the tie off
point using surgical scissors. She removed the severed testicle and
placed the bloody testicle and forceps on a sheet covering Her lap.
She repeated the procedure with the right testicle. During the process
Johnny cried and whimpered into the gag in his mouth. Mistress Natasha
congratulated Nurse Judy for doing a fine job and thanked Her for Her
effort. Nurse Judy noted to Johnny " Happy Birthday, eunuch slave. The
severed testes were placed in a jar and presented to Mistress Natasha.
Nurse Judy then left the instructions with Mistress Natasha for his
recuperative period. Finally She left the scene to do another
youngster. Another nurse came by and was seated. She sewed the cuts
in his scrotum using a suture and surgical needle. She washed his now
ball-less scrotum with Betadine and washed the excess blood which had
fallen to the floor.
Johnnie was now unfastened from the post. He limped as he walked bow
legged away from the surgery. His now ball less bag was very sore. He
was taken home by Mistress Natasha and allowed to rest for the
remainder of the day. Several of the young girls in the household were
brought by to observe his loss. One commented that She hoped that it
hurt and looked forward to his continued service. Another noted that a
kick in the crotch would not hurt as much now but would be willing to
try. Yet another looked forward to training in nursing so one day She
could perform this surgery on young boys. Mistress Natasha noted that
She would be permitted to observe the next castration from Her
household and perhaps the Girl could apprentice at the clinic.
Okay there they are hope you enjoy them! They came from the NN
Newsletter.. By Ian Clifford.
Later! | {
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Initiation: A Young Girl Became an Amazon Warrior | Initiation: A Young Girl Became an Amazon Warrior
The most exciting thing in an Amazons life was her initiation as a
warrior. Before the initiation, she was a young girl, a minor.
Afterwards, she was a warrior, with all the rights and pride of a
woman. The ritual was a relic from a time so ancient that it was a
myth. But the myth, the stories, and the traditions survived.
We were a tribe of beautiful women who were determined not to submit to
male sexual subjugation. So we became warriors. We worshipped the
Goddess. She gave us strength and beauty, made us feel really good
about ourselves, our bodies. We became lesbians. We conquered the male
in Amazonia and kept a very few for breeding. The rest we castrated.
Obviously the Goddess made male just to satisfy us sexually, because the
extreme pain of castration always killed them. And SHE revealed to us
how to fix the males balls so that he could make us pregnant only with
beautiful daughters. It was extremely painful. Afterwards, he would
feel castrated, his maleness broken. So we kept a few sex slaves in a
corner of Amazonia where girls were not allowed.
Those were the myths. It had been ages since the Goddess threw up the
magic mist that protected us. To an Amazon, the mist was only a few
inches thick. To everyone else, it was impenetrable. He would walk
into the mist, get lost, and end up where he started. It had been ages
since we had to fight, beautiful ages devoted to lovemaking. But we
still had the slaves. And the warrior traditions. A girl could earn
full right to be a woman only if she defeated a male in combat. And
what better way to prove it than bringing back his cock and balls?
Girls in Amazonia matured early. At sixteen, I was sexually very
active. Although I had never seen a male, I knew all about him from
stories. I was ready to conquer one to prove my worthiness to be a
warrior. We girls of that age talked about the initiation all the
time. Some wanted a fast combat and castration. Some fantasize about
teasing and tormenting the poor thing before the cut. Of course we had
to be very careful. A girl was not allowed to enjoy a male. It was all
right to have fun teasing him. It was terrible to let his come touch
our body before we became a warrior. A girl was not entitled to enjoy
male sexually. She who teased also suffered from intensive horniness
without release.
Like most girls about to begin the COMBAT, I stopped making love days
before. It was hard. Amazonia was a land of love. Lovemaking was the
most important thing in our lives. We made love all the time. The
sound and smell of lovemaking increased the tension inside my body. It
made me jumpy. My reactions quickened. It made me hypersensitive.
Sometimes I just could not help it and held my lover(s) tight to my
tits. It only made it worse afterwards. Abstinence was part of the
ancient ritual.
The day finally arrived. I wanted to get it over with. I left early,
hoping to return the same night. I saw the magic mist that protected us
and hesitated. Then I gathered up my courage and spurred the horse. In
one second, I was outside, away from Amazonia. The landscape looked the
same, but it felt different. I no longer had that secure feeling. I
was ready to fight. The ancient instincts were fully awake.
He was on foot, about six inches taller than me. His body was lean.
And I felt that he was kind of good looking too. The most important
thing was that bulk between his legs; it was huge. I wanted to bring
back a big one. He carried a sword. So it would be a real fight. I
stalked him. I wanted to do it close to a river or a lake so that I
could bath myself afterwards. Some girls did not bother to do it. But
I wanted to carry out every ritual.
He led me to a secluded place on a small lake. The grass was soft, the
water clear. It was surrounded by brushes. Then he turned around,
pulled his sword, and waited for me to step into the clearing. He saw
me a while ago and knew that I was an Amazon. He heard the legends of
the super beautiful women warriors. He saw one and wanted a sex slave.
He was so confident. I tied my horse to a tree and walked up to him,
drawing my sword.
We fought. The swords rang. He was a good swordsman. But I had a
tremendous advantage. I did not mind killing him and take his cock and
balls afterwards. I gradually realized that he did not even want to
hurt me. He wanted to smash the sword out of my hand and disarm me. We
lock swords and he forced me against a tree. He was overpowering me.
Then I took the gamble. I suddenly stopped resisting and sidestepped.
His sword cut into the tree. The instant gave me the chance. I kicked
his balls hard. He dropped to the ground, retching, nursing his balls.
I dropped my sword and kneeled beside him. Incredibly, his hands left
his balls and reached for my big firm tits! That was exactly what I
wanted him to do. Just before his hands touched my body, I gave his
balls a heavy blow and he fainted.
I stripped him and put him on my saddle blanket. I used strong silk
ropes to tie him up, each limb to a tree. He was totally helpless, but
very comfortable. Then I bathed myself in the lake and changed into
sexy clothes. I was going to give him a full view of the beautiful
Amazon. I was going to give him all the pleasure an Amazon could give,
except an orgasm. I have always been mischievous and adventurous. I
was going to have a lot of fun. I was going to bring back to the temple
a huge, fully erected cock.
He regained his consciousness and understood what will happen to him.
He was also totally captivated by my beauty. I slowly untied my hair,
letting my full mane of long blonde hair loose. Then slowly and sexily,
I danced and stripped. He was so excited that his cock was fully
erect. I kicked his cock very lightly. I stepped on his balls, but did
not put my weight on them. It took a lot of restrain not to crush
them. I took a long time to take off everything except my tiny, lacy,
G-string. The thin lace inflamed and contained his passion. My little
pussy was clearly visible, very hot. It could give a cock intense
pleasure. It would give him intensive frustration.
For a long time, I did not touch his cock. It blobbed helplessly in the
air. I slowly danced down to him, swinging my big white tits just in
front of his face. He tried to bring up his hands to grab me, but the
ropes held him back. He raised his face to kiss me, but I moved away.
I teased his body and his cock with my long loose hair and heard him
moan. I lowered my tits to within an inch or two of its head. He tried
to raise and fuck my tits. But I quickly moved up. I lowered my face
to his huge cock. It twitched in the air, expecting to feel my lips and
mouth. But all it got was a blow of hot breath. Then I let my saliva
dripped on to his cock. The poor thing seem to get bigger every
minute.
I teased him for a long time before I grabbed his cock. It was so huge,
so hard, so hot, so alive. It was pulsing in my soft little hand. I
let him fuck my hand, groaning with intense pleasure. Just before he
came, I hit his balls hard, stopping his orgasm. I was getting
extremely horny. But neither of us could come. Several times I brought
him to the edge of release and then hit or squeezed his balls hard to
stop him. I grabbed his cock and rubbed its huge head against my tiny
G-string. What a barrier that thin, transparent lace was! I rubbed it
against my big firm tits. I was really enjoying it. I rubbed it faster
and faster and he cried out in pleasure. Just before he came, I took
out the short knife and cut it off with one quick stroke.
I quickly put a gold clamp on its base to keep the blood in. It would
stay that way. I had my prize. The shock of pain hit him. He was
screaming. I grabbed his balls, still big and full of come, and very
slowly cut them off. I wanted to savor every moment. Then I tied up
the balls in their scrotum bag with a silk string. Compared to the
stories I heard all my life, these balls were huge. When I was
finished, he had fainted. The legends were true. Goddess made male to
give female sexual pleasure. That was the only purpose for male. That
must be the reason why they could not survive a castration.
I stripped off the G-string and walked into the lake to bath. The water
cooled my passion. I was on the edge of coming. Then I gathered up my
prize and galloped back to Amazonia. I was so high and relax. The
world was different. I saw the magic mist and charged through it, back
to the safety of Amazonia. I was flying.
The village heard my horse before I turned the corner. They were all
there, waiting for me in front of the temple. Beautiful Amazons. Most
were naked. Some wore a G-string. When I dismounted, they came to
congratulated me. They did not need to ask. They knew. They totally
surrounded me. Tits pressed against my body, my arms, my back.
Everyone kissed me. I was dizzy.
The priestess was there. She was about 40, a mature, alluring woman.
All others parted respectfully. She held me in her arms and kissed me
deeply in congratulation. I took my prize out of the box. Everyone
grasped in surprise at its size. The priestess sighed and said: "follow
me."
I heard the chanting of prayers to the Goddess. I kneeled and made the
offering of the cock and balls. Then I heard the priestesss sexy voice
saying: "She has fulfilled her quest. She brought back a cock and a set
of balls to prove it. She is now a warrior, with all the privileges."
She helped me up and pulled me to her. I went into her arms and kissed
her. I could not hold it any more. The sexual deprivation of the last
few days and the excitement of the castration was too much. I straddled
her long leg. When my pussy lips touched the silky leg, I came. It was
the most powerful, most intense orgasm in my life. What a beautiful way
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David Wallace loses his Dick | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | 13 year old David Wallace meets another high school boy who has sex with him, and then cuts off his penis and balls. | ` I knew I liked boys. Gym class was something special to me, not because I
was interested in atheletics, but because of the showers afterwards. `
I would always take off my clothes and enter the shower, whether I needed it
or not, just to look at all the other naked boys.
One boy in particular, Todd, attracted me. He was my height, with beatiful
blond hair and a swimmer's build. In fact, both Todd and I were on the swim
team. When swimming, I had often noted the bulge in his speedos. On occassion,
I caught him checking out the bulge in my own speedos.
When I watched him undress in the locker room, my eyes fixed on his hot, cut
dick as it strange into view, precum dripping from the head down the shaft. My
owm dick was invariably hard as a rock, and also dripping pre cum, just from
seeing all the naked boys with their hot dicks and balls and asses.
After several weeks of enjoying the sight of Todd's beautiful penis, one day
we were alone in the shower, and Todd brushed up against me. I could feel my
dick hardening under the touch of leg against my sex-organ.
He looked at me and smiled. His own dick was rock hard and jabbing me in the
stomach. Carefully, I reached out and grabbed his penis in my hand and started
pumping. In a few seconds, I felt his hand jerking me off while sliding a
couple of his fingers in my tight anus.
Then I sank to my knees and took his hard dick into my mouth. A few minutes of
enthusiastic sucking, and he came in torrents into my mouth. I smiled and
swallowed the sperm in my mouth, then licked his penis clean.
We took turns sucking, fucking and rimming each other, while he fisted me, and
we both peed into each other's mouths.
We had sex like this for several months before Todd whispered into my ear his
desire to cut my penis off. He also wanted to cut my balls and sac off, and
cook them and eat them.
I couldn't believe it! This had been the thing I most wanted in the world, so
I said yes.
The next day, at his house, we had wild wet, sex, the last time my dick and
balls were to be used for anything. He sucked my dick, and when I came, I
squirted my last load of sperm into his mouth, which he greedilly swallowed.
With his parents gone, this was the ideal time to nullify me, and he lost no
time getting to work.
I was naked, standing up with my hard dick resting on a paper cutter, my penis
tied off at the base. With a brief countdown I braced myself. Todd slammed the
blade down as hard as he could. The blade sliced through my gay penis like it
was butter, and I yelled through the ball-gag in my mouth. He quickly stopped
the bleeding before moving on towards my testicles and scrotum.
He simply tied a tight piece of wire around my sac, and suddenly cut my balls
of with a kitchen shears.
I looked in wonder at my bear crotch as Todd sliced my severed penis down
through the middle, makeing two halves, each with a half shaft and half dick-
head. He rinsed my penis halves lightly, then tossed them into a sizzling
frying pan.
Almost immediately, the delicious smells of my frying penis hit the air. My
cooking penis was soon followed by my balls, which he dumped out of my severed
scrotum into his hand. He tossed my balls into a big deep-frying pressure
cooker, after first breading them in a coating of flour, crushed crackers,
egg, and pepper.
In a few minutes, he checked my cooking dick to see if it was done. The tines
of a fork passed easily through the shaft and the head, trailing clear liquid.
Todd took my cock off of the fire and arranged the two halves on two plates.
Soon my deep-fried balls and deep-fried scrotum joined the halve of my penis
on the two plates, and we each at a penis half and a ball, with a crispy
scrotum piece, coated with Todd's sperm as desert.
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Bound for Glory | GAY, BI, TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | ... Bound for Glory HOLES ! | Sometimes itĺs hard to believe how perverted are the perverts that frequent
the fucking horseshit prose of eunuch.org. Well-written horseshit prose ľ the
eloquent means apparently justifying the ends ů of cock ends, whole cocks,
balls, sanity, and so on.
Now that Iĺve got your attention, let me note that I still love ya. Provided.
Provided that even if you no longer have anything of any length between your
legs, or are similarly disassembled, that you will always love those lovely
long male things still living gloriously at attention for your worshipping
attention.
So, to add to the perversion vision, let me tell you the story about rags-to-
riches-to-bitches-to-fags.
Born poor but genetically rich, he grew a beautiful item that often maintained
erection well beyond the four hours where normals would require immediate
medical attention. (Early on in his hard-on marathon adventures, he did
venture into the ER after hour four. The male and female nurses just nursed it
and sucked it and fucked it for another four, or five or six or seven or
fourteen.)
Butt to return. Where had it gone?
So the beautiful semen machine became his money machine. Strangely, however,
for the longest time he preferred women ľ especially a good tit fuck combined
with a simultaneous deep-throat blowjob from the same babe.
Then he met The Strippers. Women up, men down in this TO club. The Strippers
could tell ů that he had the equipment and the inclination for the men-down-
on-men destination. A few dozen Canadian beers later he was getting his first
hard-cock lap dance, and for the first time he seemed to be looking at his own
beautiful cock in the mirror ľ except that his was Caucasian and the one up
close and personal was ivory-smooth ebony.
He started stripping with the big boys on amateur night. Then he turned pro.
He really, really turned, turned pro, pro. As if we didnĺt already know.
Now, The Stripper babes have him on assignment for ass. He looks great cross-
dressed, except that heĺd really like a real set of tits. And, his big always-
hard cock is always ripping even the largest of his Victoriaĺs Secret panties.
Time to trade.
Within a few weeks, heĺll be healing up top and then bound up below. With
banded shaft and banded balls, heĺll tour TO glory holes for about two days.
Usually, he will swallow, but many times he will drool the delicacy into
gourmet-quality spice jars. The semen collection will be the marinade. The
Strippers will serenade as the cock-ball combo is cooked and served.
One of the guys wants to burn them off with an oxy-acetylene ôblowö torch.
Everyone watching will be welded to the view, wearing dark glasses.
Cocks last. Safety first.
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Behavior Modification | STRAIGHT, BI, TESTICLES | None | i am coming up on 27 years old and i am still a virgin. i guess i
have never found the 'right' Woman. Maybe i am too picky.
Maybe...heck, i don't know. i have always fantasized about Dominant
Women. i have read lots of magazines and saw some personal ads.
You know, what the heck, i'll go see a professional. So i picked up
a copy of a free newspaper. In the back has ads for professionals.
There was one that really caught my eye. All the others have photos
and laundry lists of things they can do for You. Hers has no photo
just the line, "Behavior Modification on My Terms ONLY" and then
there was a phone number. Something in me was drawn to this ad.
She seems really Dominant. If i was going to do this i might as
well do it right!! i called Her and, at first there was an answering
machine message. As i was reading myself to leave a message...She
picked up the phone and said, " Yes!?" i was dumbfounded for a
second then i stammered a," i read Your ad..." She exhaled and
sadi," AND?" i paused again, was i chickening out? She spoke again,"
Come to the corner of 29th and 2nd at noon. Call me from the
payphone in front of Sly's Pizza II." She hung up. i looked down at
my watch and saw that i had 15 minutes to get downtown and across
town. i hailed a cab. At 11:54 am i jumped out of the cab. i had
made it! i ran to the payphone in front of the pizzeria and dialed
Her number. She answered at half a ring, "Do You have at least
$150". i stammered a yes. "Then walk to 220 east 29th street and
ring buzzer 4C." She hung up. i ran down th block and was soon on
the elevator up to Her apartment.
The door was open and standing in the hallway was a tall black Woman
about my age. She was naked except for a big purple bathrobe. She
was not skinny (good!) but not fat. She was beautiful. "Get on
Your knees!" i hesitated for a second by then quickly fell to my
knes in the hallway of Her building. She turned around and walked
into an apartment that did not much furniture and was very
cluttered. "Give me Your wallet and take your clothes off, NOW" i
dug out my wallet and handed it to Her. She took all the cash out
and counted it, as i disrobed. "Good, You have $325. for that
special price You get the complete modification." she put the money
in a drawer. "Follow me, on Your knees" i ackwardly did so. We
entered a bedroom with a mattress on the floor and a doctors metal
examination table and piles of 'toys' and devices strewn about the
room. "Kiss my ass!" i started to do so then She very forciably
pushed my face far up between Her cheecks. This was great. "I see
You like this. You are not allowed to have erectins without
permission. We must modify that problem. Get on the table." i did
so. She spread my legs aprt and strapped them in and did so with my
arms as well. This was all so exciting. i was very hard again.
"You must stop this ..No, i will stop this." She turned around and
first, put a penis gag in my mouth. "Get used to dick i will have
You suck one shortly." she then laughed. Now i was nervous. i was
not gay. Maybe She was joking. Then SHe took out a leather case
and unzipped it. She layed the open case on a small table nxt to
the table i was lying on. i saw scaples of all shapes and sizes.
"Now we will fix this" She proceeded to cut into my ball sack and i
was filled with such pain i blacked out. When i awaoke i was still
on the table and i was in alot of pain. She was removing a needle
from my arm. "don't want You to die and you'll have to leave here
is a few hours" She was moving back and forth in the room then
strapped on a big 9" dildo. "Now i will fuck You eunuch boy" i
wasn't sure what She meant by the eunuch boy name. She proceeded to
fuck me so hard i was in more pain and passed out again. When i
awoke this time a hispanic man was in the room stroking himself.
"This is Julio my super. As a bonus I let him get his dick sucked
by my clients". the gag was removed and soon his cock was in my
mouth and before i knew it gobs of his cum was being shot down my
throat. He left and She untied me and helped me get dressed and
gave me a $5 bill. "Go home my eunuch and enjoy the modifications i
have done to You. You are acceptable to me now as you are." In a
daze, i walked out of Her apartment and before i knew it i was in my
own apartment. i still felt sore between my legs so i took my pants
off and saw that She had removed my balls and sliced and cut up my
my cock. i was now modified in all ways. Forever a virgin. i was
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Forced to be Gay? | GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other: Forced | Two friends, Mark and John, are forced by their girlfriends and have sex with each other. They dump their girlfriends and the girls friends get even. | I've got to tell you what happened, I got to. First I'm John and my
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both had the best girlfriends in town. They were beautiful and
willing and Mark and I were always horny. It all started one night,
we were on a double date, Patty said that she and Debbie wanted to
see Mark and I suck each other off. We, of course, said no, but how
can you say no to Patty. So we did! It wasn't to bad.
I enjoyed it and so did Mark. At 18 it was something new. The girls
liked to watch. Well, that was the first time, after that the girls
had us suck each other maybe once a week. I guess they could tell we
liked it too. Then came the night about three months ago, they wanted
some thing more. They wanted us to fuck each other!! Honest!! They
said if we wouldn't do it, they would drop us and tell everybody in
town we were faggots. What could we do! Mark bent over and I put my
hard cock up his ass. He was tighter than Patty! Wow! I exploded!
Then it is my turn. It hurt at first but afterward, I guess i liked
it. I know Mark did.
After that night, we saw less of the girls. Mark and I spent more
time together. Ok, we fucked and sucked a lot! I guess we "turned"
gay! About a month later, the girls invited us for dinner, for old
times sake. The dinner went well. After dinner, both Mark and I got
very tired.
When we woke up we were tied naked side by side and gagged to boot.
Standing over us, were Patty and Debbie. Both had a sharp knifes in
their hands. They proceded to shave us bare. Then they gave us a shot
of something that put us out! What were they going to do do us! The
next thing we knew we were in the hospital. I woke up and saw Mark in
the next bed. He told me to look under the sheets. I did. I saw
nothing! The girls did it, took our manhood. My groin was totally
bare! All gone! I screamed!
A few days after getting back home, two packages came in the mail.
One to Mark and one to me. We opened them and saw encased in lucite
our cock and balls with a note which said. Well boys, hope you'll
like your surprise! We know from now on you won't be fuck each other,
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JUNGLE CASTRATION | STRAIGHT, Other: War | A squad of Viet Cong females get revenge on a soldierfor the rapes of committed on other vietnamese women | JUNGLE CASTRATION
In the jungle of Southeast Asia in 1969, roamed a squad of female
warriors.
they were as deadly as they were beautiful. Torture and a slow
painful
castration was the fate of any enemy soldier unfortunate enough to
be their
captive. He was tied naked and spread-eagle in an upright position
to a bamboo
rack. Slowly and seductively, their leader, an exotic Oriental
approached him.
She was given the name “Nut Cutter” by her enemy. She earned that
name
as a result of the severe torture that she inflicted on her
helpless male prisoners.
She was naked except for dark stockings and black high heel boots.
She said
to him, “soldier boy get big and hard, I do fuckie suckie. You no
get hard,
I cut off cock and make you eat it.” The young man became erect and
she
responded with a smile. The seductive sadist stroked his penis and
ran a
long sharp fingernail along the underside of his cock head. She
said, “you
cherry boy or you fuck bookoo? I think you fuck bookoo. You rape
many
of my Asian Vietnamese sisters. You pay with this.” She grabbed his
cock
and balls and stretched them away from his groin. She said, “you
stay hard,
no lose cock. I cut it off if you no hard.” She then stroked his
erection with
her right hand as she fingered her cunt with the left. Looking at
her large
firm breasts, shapely body and legs, he could no longer hold his
man juice
in. He began to shoot his load from deep within his pelvic area.
The first shot
of ejaculate hit her in the chest on her naked tits. At that
moment, she
smiled and took a bayonet and put it in front of his eyes. Pleasure
and
terror pulsed through his mind and body as she lowered it down to
his
crotch. She pulled hard on his penis and stabbed her captive
through
the base of his dick and slashed it off. Blood sprayed with
tremendous force
all over her and the dickless prisoner. She watched in delight as
his pulse
pumped blood out of his stump and his balls pumped streams of cum.
Both blood and semen mixed on her large breasts and tight abdomen.
She stuck the cut off end into her vagina and showed him his dick
now
on her. As he screamed in pain, she laughed and stroked “her” penis.
She commanded another female warrior to, “cut off his balls.” As
the
whole squad of women laughed and cheered, his testicles and scrotum
were severed from his body. The eunuch was fading fast so she
shoved
his balls into his mouth and sewed his lips shut. The sadistic
bitch, still
playing with her trophy, ordered her squad to capture and bring back
to her another live enemy soldier for her to play with and castrate.
The went out to find another man to experience torture and agony
prior to being castrated. To bleed to death in front of a dozen
beautiful
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2007 Part 2 | STRAIGHT | The plan for the future | ` After we had relocated to Thule, the weather had turned bad and I was unable
to fly out to pick up any of the oil rig crews left behind. We found that one
Danish family had stayed when they got the reports from those that had gone
home. They had a 13 year old boy, a 15 year old boy and a 17 year old
daughter. `
We had a lot of time to think during the months of total darkness. The girls
were convinced that testicles were the cause of the world downfall and that no
man should keep his once he was full grown.
The girls came up with this plan, the ladies would be divided into 3 groups ,
the young boys would each impregnate one group, the Danish father would would
do the other and I would have his wife and daughter. This would cover the
problems of inbreeding that had troubled worlds royal families.
As soon as the Dane and I had done our jobs we would be castrated. This would
solve the problem of one of us trying to be the Alpha male. We would become a
tribe working for our common good.
We also came to the realize that the problems of rape and child molestation
was caused by clothing and withholding sexual relief. To solve this problem we
would go naked except to protect against weather or working conditions. As
soon as boys reached puberty they would have sex daily until it was time to be
castrated.
It took awhile for the girls to sell this plan, but in the end I knew that all
the trouble I had gotten into was the result of my nuts.
(to be continued )
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VIParty Part I | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A hot sex orgy steams around targeted husbands... | You recently revealed your castration/chastity fetish to your wife Tina. She
was initially skeptical, but had you in a chastity belt by the end of the
week. It has now been over three months since you last orgasmed and you are
begining to regret your decision to tell her. She has used the promise of
letting you out as leverage to gain access to your bank account and has ran up
quite a large credit card bill. She recently heard about a VIP party where
wives get to live out their fantasies with porn stars while the husbands
watch. She has promised your release if you allow her to go to the party and
accompany you. Your swollen balls ache as you tell her yes. Right now youre
driving in warm, sunny Flordia to the mansion where the party is to be held.
As you pull up you see several limos parked in the front of a goregous,
enormous mansion. As you pull up, a large black man approaches your car with a
guest list. "Good luck," he says with a look of apprehension on his face "and
have fun Tina" he adds with a wink. Tina slides her fingers under her
miniskirt and fingers herself as you park the car. Her moaning has your cock
aching against the chastity tube. As you get out of the car several bikini
clad women approach you and your wife. One is a brunette wearing a blue
gstring micro bikini. A second brunette approaches wearing a conventional
brown bikini, she is eyeing you and licking her lips. Its a good thing shes
not wearing a thong you think to yourself because her body is amazing and im
dying in my cock cage. Lastly, a goregous blonde wearing a black swimsuit
walks right up to your wife and hugs her. Hi im melanie she says and before
you can react she reaches down and grabs your chastity belt. How long has it
been? Two weeks? Three weeks? she inquires. Umm you stammer. Your wife told me
about your little situation here mister she giggles. You look at your wife.
Its been three months Tina replies. The girls shrug it off. My husband hasnt
cummed in over a year and a half replies the brunette in the brown bikini.
Well im impressed, admits the woman in the blue gstring. I have to orgasm at
least once a day and i cant imagine living without that pleasure she beams.
She walks over to you and brushes her ass against your cock cage as she greats
you. Hi im veronica, this is going to be heavan for you she smiles. Come on
follow me! Your wife and the others follow Veronica through the mansion to the
yard outside, as you walk through the mansion you can hear the moans of some
of the wives getting slammed by porn stars. Once outside your mouth drops. In
the yard and spread around an enormous pool are maybe 50 beautiful women clad
in revealing bikinis. Most of them are tiny gstring and micro bikinis and the
rest are all thongs. Some of the women have their tops off and are flirting
with eachother and the 10 or so male porn stars. What do you think hun asks
Veronica. About half are wives and the other half are female porn stars. The
wives have hired them to teases the husbands ruthlessly she explains. Your
wife tells you that she is going to leave you with Veronica to give you the
tour and goes off on her own looking for a lover. Come on, teases Veronica,
can follow this tight ass around for a tour of the mansion? I want to show you
a very special room. You follow Veronica, watching her firm ass giggle as she
walks you into the mansion. You pass by two blondes in nearly idential pink
gstring bikinis, the sight makes your balls swell. Veronica stops in front of
a door guarded by two large black men. She smacks your cock cage and giggles.
Look Im sure what you see in this next room shouldnt come as a surprise to
you, your wife has told me all about you. She opens the door with a wink and
you walk down stairs toward a great deal of noise. Screams, moans, shreaks. As
you round the corner you enter a large darkened room with about 20 prison
cells holding most of the women's husbands. There are two large black men
holding down one of the husbands while he watches his wife suck on a porn
stars cock. The wife figers herself vigorously as she slurps on the hard cock.
Suddenly she begins to gasp and pant. Do it she shouts. Just then you notice
that the husbands balls have been cut out of their sack. A man approaches the
husband being held down and snips one of the testicles letting it fall to the
floor. Some of the prisoners shout but one of the guards beats them into
submission. The wife approaches with her porn star and jerks his cock off hard
while whispering into her husbands ear. Suddenly cum spurts out of the massive
cock and the wife points it at her husbands chest. Thick ropes of hot gooey
cum pour out onto the poor mans chest. Then as another orgasm mounts in the
woman she grabs her hubby's last testicle and snips it off, climaxing just as
the testicle hits the floor. She collapses in extasy as the porn star slides
his cum covered cock into her tight pussy....
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Soon To Be Eunuch | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Castration | My wife and I have decided to have me castrated. ( This is a true event that is going to happen.) | ` My wife and I have been married for thirty years. We are both in our
fifties. Dawn has lost all but a vary seldom intrest in sex. We have talked
about this for soom time,and both decided that the best solution to the
problem is to have me castrated. Dawn had a hysterectomy five years and since
the her sex drive has went down hill at a steady pace. We both talked about
castration for soom time, and to tell the truth I've thought about it off and
on for over forty years, so I was vary glad when Dawn suggested it. It has
taken almost six months to fine a doctor that would do it. We live in Idaho
which is a eary connservitive state. But finaly we found a doctor in Boise
that is willing to do the castration. We have made an appointment for July 3rd
to have it done. I am really looking forward to that day. We are going to have
the balls remove and the scrotem as well because I don't want that ugly emty
sac hanging there. I will write another installment to this letter after the
castration is done. Thanks Dawn and Steve
* * *
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Sexual Servant | I can't remember anymore.
It wasn't like this always. I had a penis like most men.
It wasn't large, but it got the job done... I never realized that when I
talked to him,
that it would mean the end of my normal life.
My master found me drunk at a local bar. He took advantage of my current
state, and
brought me to his house.
He chained me to an X shaped rack. And raped my ass for what seemed like
days.
He brought his friends over, who all raped me, sucked my cock, and made me
suck their
cocks. This went on virtually steady for two weeks as best as I can make it
out. They
kept me on LSD the entire time.
After I don't remember how long I was a fuck slave, came the night of my
transformation.
My master tied me to the X rack yet again. He had invited all his friends
over. They
began fucking and sucking me like never before. Constant absolute total
anihaltion
through fucking. I was exhausted after I don't know how many hours of being
stimulated.
I was completly exhausted. Master then began massaging my now limp cock. He
then placed
tight bands around the bases of my penis and scrotum.
"You, my beloved slave, have been wonderful in your duties so far. To
reward you for such
complete and total sexual gratification ofy masters, I take from you the
one sacrfice
second only to your life it self, you balls and cock. I know you will be
happy to give
them up to please me."
I was, I love my master, and I will do anything to please him.
"Now is your time to feel pain my lovely slave."
With that, my master brought forth his blade. It was a curved blade, honed
to a razor
sharp edge. He craddled the bow of the blade under my dying scrotum. My
master kissed me
hard on the lips, released me and pulled the blade upward. I barely felt
it, and looked
down. It was a beautifully clean cut. An audience member then stiched the
wound. After an
hour or so of recovery and fucking among the audience, they brought out a
red hot branding
iron. They red hot steel scorched a pentagram on my left ass check. The
area around my piss
hole was tatooed, and so was my ass hole.
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A boy went brave deep in a cave (a poem!) | TESTICLES, MINOR, Other: Poetry | My first try at writing a poem in English. Strong inspiration is needed for such a feat! :-) By the way, I also composed some music for it! | "If you don't succeed the first time, call it version 1.0
and release it anyway."
This is version 1.0 of this poem. Many sections still need
better wording. My English vocabulary is too limited to find
rhyming words for everything! Ideas for improvement are
welcome. Send them to the Author Feedback Forum, or to
[email protected].
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In deep a cave
==============
by Il Musico
In silent night, deep under ground,
a glaring light its object found.
It lit his grace.- Now coming near,
it lit his face, so pale from fear!
Oh yes, the boy did want it,
as much as anything.
But now, so close to get it,
courage was wearing thin.
For centuries they used
to do this to his kin.
He knew, if he refused,
no longer could he sing.
The shirt came off, so did the pants.
The boy went on, with trembling hands,
removing now his underwear,
his mind awash in endless fear.
He had so long prepared
himself for this event.
With many friends had shared
his dream to nature bend.
But they had him deserted.-
The fear of pain and blood
had too much force exerted
on their so childish mood.
The naked boy stood waiting, shy.
The man invited him to lie
on this hard table, made from stone.
He look'd so fragile... so alone!
The stone felt cold and daring.
Was life to be that way?
Devoid of love and caring?
Just sing, eat, shit, and pray?
Philosophy had rosen,
so close now to the knife.
But he had freely chosen
that special kind of life.
The slender lad, just twelve years old
lay shivering from fear and cold
on that hard stone, sweat in his face.
His heart was beating fastest pace.
"Why did I silly dreamer
decide to get this done?"
Despair was growing larger.
Courage was fully gone.
He thought of getting out here
But now t'was much too late.
His previous lack of all fear,
had sealed long his fate.
The boy sat up, about to run.
The man it saw. This was no fun.
And quickly he did strap a leg
of the poor boy to his hard bed!
His foot in straps now tied,
there was no way to run!
The boy lay back and tried
to see the eery fun:
Here was he, deep down under
in this old murky grave,
deserted, helpless, naked,
- and trying to be brave...!
The man secur'd the other leg
to the'other side of this hard bed,
and also strapp'd aside the knee
exposing what he needs to see.
The strappings made it easier
to bear the heavy load.
There was no use in struggling.
He was now on the road.
Somehow it made him happy:
The end of this long wait.
He even now did want it,
but still he was afraid.
With tender care the man now took
the boy's left hand, and with a loop
he tie'd it down, quite up the bed.-
The right hand then.- A tear was shed.
The boy could now not move much.
He was too thightly bound.
But thoughts cannot be bound such!
They roamed free around:
Just how much would this hurt him?
He wondered in fear.
Would all that pain be worthwhile?
Too much for him to bear?
The man knelt down, he lit a match,
a fire crackled, smoke did hatch.
He needed heat for safety.
To cauterize. Sterility.
The friendly fire raised
the lad's so somber mood.
Deep in his thoughts he praised
that light, that smell so good.
He knew, it would soon burn him,
but somehow that was fine!
No pain could ever turn him
away from singing high!
The knife was hot, the iron red,
The time had come. The stony bed
was carrying a trembling boy.
It was too clear: This was no joy!
"My heart! Don't race so madly!
I cannot stand it long!
I need relief so badly
from this enormous song! -
Good bye, my fledgling manhood,
promising many joys!
Your time is now just seconds!
Get off! Leave me my voice!"
The man now grabb'd the doomed pair.
He thought a moment "it's not fair
to cut them off such nice a lad!"
But choice he had not. It was sad.
"My heart has stopped pumping!
I will now surely die!
On lips and tongue I'm biting.
Can I avoid to cry? -
What is this man now waiting,
to do the fateful cut? -
Is this fear never ending?" -
He kept his mouth well shut.
The knife now came, a rapid cut!
A chilling scream! A lot of blood!
The iron follow'd, quick and deep.
It stopp'd the blood, but not the shriek!
"Oh Lord, let me scream louder,
this isn't yet enough!
how can your test on singing
be so enorm'ly tough?!
This pain is far exceeding
the worst I ever knew!
My body is just bleeding;
my soul is sore as few!"
Poor boy, he was so straight and proud.
Now he is crying, long and loud.
Let cry him, for deep in this cave
from stranger's ears we are quite safe.
He never will forget this day.
He entered the cave so gay
and happy of his sacrifice.
He left in pain, but smooth and nice.
For life he will be singing high,
make men enjoy, make women cry,
through his clear voice, so heavenly,
so full of charm, exceedingly.
Who said the life of any boy
is always filled up with joy?
In real life, a real lad
is sometimes happy, often sad.
THE END
===========================================
While I have written a number of poems in other languages
(and about other matters! :-) ), this is my first attempt
ever at English poetry. I hope to get some help to clean
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when I did I struggled against the pain and sat up. My dick and
balls were dark purple and obviously dead. I put my hand on them
they just fell off leaving the nut to hold the wound on my crotch
closed so I wouldn't bleed to death I could do nothing but cauterise
the wound and cry
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The Full Package | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A popular TV show where five lucky women get to take home \"The Full Package.\" | ` The Full Package `
This is a popular television show where five lucky women from the audience.get
to take home the cock and balls of a young stud, “The Full Package.”
The announcer walks up to the front of the stage with microphone in hand and
announces, “Welcome ladies to “The Full Package”, where you can get your own
full package.”
“Tonight we have five young studs about to loose their full package to five
lucky ladies.”
In the back of the stage on a platform are five young men with large penises
and balls. These young men have had the cocks and balls treated with a
chemical that both preserves the cocks and balls and makes them much larger
than the original. For all practical purposes they are dead just waiting to be
cut off and presented to a contestant.
The MC is a blonde dressed in black tie and tails. She has holes cut into the
front of her blouse to show the very tip of her tits.
“Well ladies are you ready for the first contestant?”
The crowd of women cheer and scream their approval. The platform that has the
five prizes” moves forward into the bright lights. Their bodies have been
oiled up and glisten in the lights. Their cocks are erect and wave in the
lights as they are moved to the center of the stage. Each man is completely
naked except for a number around his neck and he is handcuffed.
Each member of the audience before the show is given a ticket with a number on
it. Five of these numbers will be called. Each contestant is then brought to
the stage where she picks out a stud to have his cock and balls cut off. “The
Full Package” is then taken to be prepared the way each contestant wants it
done. She has three choices. First, the cock and balls are mounted on a plaque
with her name and the name and logo of the show; Second, the cock and balls
have a backing placed on them so they can be used as a dildo; and third, they
are sent to the kitchen to be prepared as an entrée for dinner later.
The MC calls for a member of the audience to volunteer to be her assistant in
choosing the numbers of the lucky winners of “The Full Package.” Several women
rush the stage. Two guards pick out a lucky woman and bring her to the stage.
Her prize for being picked will be the chance of cutting off the cock and
balls of each man. This is done by having the cock and balls of each man put
through an opening of a guillotine like device. Since the cock and balls of
each man has been treated with a chemical, he will feel very little pain and
there is very little bleeding. After the cock and balls have been cut off,
“The Full Package” is laid on a silver tray.
“Now ladies we will call the first number.” The MC says. “Who will be our
first lucky winner.”
The MC turns to her assistant and asked, “What is your name?”
The young redhead is motioned to talk directly into the mic and tell the
audience her name and where she is from.
“My name is Brenda and I am from Kansas,” she says.
The MC then asks her “Are you ready to pick the first name?”
She squeals, “Oh yes!!”
“Then reach into the bowl and pick out the first of our lucky winners.”
The redhead named Brenda reaches into the big glass bowl and picks out a
ticket stub.
“Please read the number on the ticket, Brenda.”
The MC motions her to speak directly into the mic.
She reads the six digit number to the awaiting crowd. “Here we go. “It is
1,5,6,3,8,2.”
There is a silence and then a blonde in the middle of the crowd screams,
“That’s me. I won.”
She is brought to the stage. When she arrives on the stage the MC asks her
“What is your name and were are you from?” She giggles and says she is from
Georgia and her name is Marylou.
“Well Marylou, are you ready to pick one of these fine young studs.”
“Oh, yes!”
“Which one will it be?”
Each man has a number around his neck.
“I want number 3.” She says.
“Will my assistant please escort number 3 down to us.”
The redhead goes up to the platform and takes the arm of number 3 and escorts
him to the center of the stage. His cock bounces up and down as he walks to
the center of the stage.
“Are you ready for your Full Package?”
“You betcha, I am!”
“Well Marylou, please cut the Full Package off.”
The cutting machine is brought forward and placed in front of the cock and
balls of the stud. Marylou then pulls his cock through the hole in the center.
She then pushes his balls through the hole. An upper plate is then brought
down to keep the cock and balls in place. There is a flat panel on top of the
device. This where the assistant takes a large mallet and strikes the panel
bringing the blade down on the cock and balls of the stud, thus cutting the
“Full Package” off. His cock and balls then fall onto a silver platter.
Brenda takes the mallet in her hands and raises it over her head trying to hit
the platform directly. She looks out at the audience which chants, “Cut it
off, cut it off!!”
With all her strength, she brings the mallet down onto the platform and the
blade of the cutting machine slices through the cock and balls of the
whimpering man. His cock and balls fall onto the platter. The crowd cheers and
screams.
The MC picks up the platter and the camera zooms directly for a close-up of
the severed cock and balls.
“Well Marylou, what do you want done to your “Full Package?”
“I want it cooked. I have never tasted cooked cock before. I hear it is
delicious.”
“OK Marylou, we will have it prepared for you to take home and enjoyed. I hope
you had a great time on this show.”
“That’s great. Come again, maybe you will be one of our lucky winners again.”
“Now Brenda, please select our next winner.”
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All Hat, No Cattle (part 4) | Other: Cum Ranching | In which young males, proven fertile, are "milked" for their semen. | The night crew of wranglers, younger than the women who had inducted
Larry and his miserable group of captive boys into their barn-like
quarters, came noisily into the enclosure about an hour later. Larry
found himself yanked to his feet, lathered generously in his pubic
area, and shaved clean in less than 3 minutes. His penis, gripped
tightly by a girl no more that 16, was instantly banded with some
sort of metallic sensor. He soon became aware that it had been glued
in place and was not going to be removed by any effort he might muster.
His young companion was likewise and simultaneously shaved and clamped.
After a disinterested examination of their butt-plugs, the girl left
the enclosure and was soon heard busily repeating her mission in an
adjoining stall. They would realize the significance of the sensors
very early the next morning.
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Thai cock-cutting catastrophe (news) | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | ` Thai cock-cutting catastrophe `
Dozens of Bangkok penises are annually "fed to the ducks" by vengeful wives.
\- - - - - - - - - - - -
By Hank Hyena
Another philandering Thai husband has been horribly stripped of his adulterous
manhood.
Bangkok police captain Samphan Panitphan went on a drinking binge with his
buddies last weekend, reports Saturday's Daily Record. Returning home to his
suspicious wife Sudjai, 28, he collapsed in a stupor.
His unconscious body presented an irresistible target to Sudjai, who carved
out some vengeance for his recent affairs. She cut off his penis!
Removing the devious dicks of wandering husbands is becoming almost as common
in Thailand as carving up coconuts. The slashing wives' habit is
euphemistically referred to as "tat lieng pet" (feeding the duck) due to an
incident in which the offending organ was tossed into a yard where a passing
duck ate it.
Bangkok surgeons are challenged with about 60 penile attachment operations per
year, notes the Mirror. Victims and their removed rods must be stitched
together quickly because isolated cock-cells expire in approximately one hour.
Shagnasty Says: Something's just aren't funny are they guys. What with Mrs
Bobbit and these Thia ladies there is a concerning trend here. What's wrong
with the time honored "throw him out of the house and in to court" I ask?
When Samphan woke up screaming and bloody, he urgently telephoned his cop
colleagues for help. Arriving abruptly, they interrogated Sudjai about the
missing staff's whereabouts, but she refused to immediately divulge the
location of its grave. When she finally guided everyone to a sewage drainpipe,
the extramarital member was deceased.
Sudjai was arrested and charged with physical assault, which carries a maximum
penalty of 10 years imprisonment.
If convicted, will her punishment halt the plague of hose-hatcheting? Probably
not: as long as Thai men maintain their loose tradition of taking "second"
wives, the first spouses will sharpen daggers for duck-food.
Dec. 7, 1999
\---------------------------
I don't know about you guys, but this left me both horny as hell, and also
scared. Being charged with physical assault and spending a maximum of 10 years
in prison seems a paltry amount of punishment for ending a man's sexual life.
There really needs to be a more sever punishment for such a crime.
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Hotel Incident | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, Humiliation | This story seemed to write itself. I just typed it. I\'m not quite sure what I\'ve got here but I\'ve submitted it anyway. We\'ll see if anyone likes it. | ` `
Hotel Incident
by
Kortpeel
___________________________________________________________________
"I wish to make a complaint."
At 30 Janet Reid was young to be the general manager of the Grand Elizabethan
Hotel but she didn't bat an eyelid. "Certainly Ms. Stoneway. Please step into
my office and I will give it my full attention."
Janet knew that Ms. Stoneway was incredibly wealthy. That was a pity. Usually
the grandeur of the office overawed the very few who did complain. It made
them easier to deal with. It wouldn't work with Ms. Stoneway for whom grandeur
was an every-day fact of life.
"Do please take a seat Ms. Stoneway. May I order anything for you? Sherry,
perhaps?"
"No thank you." Ms. Stoneway's voice was icy as she settled her slender, well-
dressed, perfectly groomed fifty-year-old form into the visitor's chair.
Janet sat, took pen and paper for notes. The idea was to impress the
complainant that the matter was being taken seriously. Not that it would be
easy to impress Ms. Stoneway. She had been everywhere, seen everything and
done everything that she'd ever wanted to do. Janet suspected that the woman
was simply bored. Finding something to complain about was merely a diversion
for her.
However it would be prudent to take the complaint seriously. Ms. Stoneway had
once bought out a company when one of its employees had offended her. Such was
her vengeance that the poor wretch had needed therapy.
"Please tell me your complaint, Ms. Stoneway." And may I kiss your ass too?
Janet added mentally.
"There's a man here."
"Yes?"
"I repeat. There's a man here."
So bloody what? Janet thought.
"May I remind you that when the Feminist Federation International booked this
entire hotel for our conference the complete absence of any human adult male
was a specific requirement? It was written into the contract and emphasised at
our preliminary meeting."
How could Janet forget? They'd had to give all male staff paid leave and find
suitable females to take their place for the week. That had been difficult.
Waiters were easy to replace but the chefs in the kitchen weren't. Neither
were the maintenance staff: those secret, invisible denizens of the hotel who
fixed everything from a loose carpet to the plumbing and everything else that
ever went wrong. Outside, Janet had decided to abandon the gardens for a week.
The all-male ground staff had given the lawns a close trim and gone away.
The hotel had even rented female security guards and arranged with the
suppliers for deliveries to be made by women.
"Really Ms. Stoneway? There certainly shouldn't be a man here. Where did you
see him?"
"He was lurking around the back of the swimming pool. Peeping at the ladies, I
shouldn't wonder."
There was a nasty glitter of triumph in Ms. Stoneway's eye. Janet could see a
breach of contract lawsuit in her future. If the Federation refused to pay on
this flimsy
pretext …
"Would you describe him to me, please."
"Certainly. He was about mid twenties, five foot ten I'd say, slender build
and fair-haired. And he was wearing hotel overalls. A workman of some sort."
Ms. Stoneway paused then in a voice of smug satisfaction added "And he we was
male." She sat back in her chair, and waited for the grovelling apology from
Janet.
Janet knew that grovelling would never be enough. If she grovelled the old cat
would pounce and have her for dinner.
Janet beeped the intercom. "Get Beddowes in here. Now."
"You sent for me, Ms. Reid?"
"Is this the person you saw, Ms. Stoneway?"
Beddowes instant appearance, like a genie from a lamp, threw Ms. Stoneway. He
had been in the secretary's office and simply walked through to Janet's
office.
"Er yes. That is the one."
"Beddowes, what were the arrangements regarding the male staff for the
Feminist Federation International conference?"
"No men were allowed here this week, Ma'am."
"What exceptions were there?"
"None at all Ma'am."
"Then why are you here?"
Beddowes who'd been answering confidently enough clammed up and got shy. He
was hanging his head and looking at his shoes.
"Beddowes."
Beddowes mumbled something that was inaudible.
"Speak up Beddowes. I can't hear you." Janet noticed that Ms. Stoneway was
interested in this scene. Ms. Stoneway was known to be rather an adept herself
when it came to inflicting humiliation. She was intrigued by Janet's treatment
of Beddowes.
"Because I don't count as a man, Ma'am." Beddowes was still looking at the
floor and was still mumbling.
"Beddowes for heavens sake speak clearly. Ms. Stoneway has lodged a serious
complaint against you being here and I want her to hear your explanation."
Ms. Stoneway was developing a grudging admiration for what Janet was doing
with Beddowes.
"I don't count as a man, Ms. Reid."
"That's right Beddowes. You aren't a man any more are you?"
"No Ma'am."
"Show Ms. Stoneway why you aren't a man."
Beddowes eyes stared at Janet in mute appeal.
"For goodness' sake Beddowes! What have you got to be shy about?"
Janet had seen that by this stage Ms. Stoneway was enjoying the charade.
Slowly the wretched Beddowes undid the buttons down the front of his overalls.
He took his arms out of the sleeves and the garment dropped to his ankles. He
was in his shorts. There was a look of anguish on his face. Janet thought he
might be about to cry.
Beddowes kicked of the boiler suit and stood there looking ridiculous and
pathetic in his under-shorts of scarlet satin with white polka dots, shoes and
socks. He must have hoped Miss Reid would tell him to stop there. Instead she
and Ms. Stoneway were just staring at him.
Jane knew that Ms. Stoneway would be taking in the soft, hairless quality of
Beddowes body. She would be wondering whether the fat on Beddowes chest was
just fat or could it be mammary development? Were the nipples more developed
than on a normal male?
"Get them down Beddowes."
Beddowes seemed reluctant to comply.
"Do hurry up. We don't have all day."
Slowly Beddowes slid down his shorts.
Ms. Stoneway gave a gasp of amazement. She stared at Beddowe's smooth pubic
area, fascinated. She got up from the chair, walked over to Beddowes and
lightly ran a hand over the featureless, nullified pube. It was apparent that
Beddowes didn't qualify as a man. She pressed her index finger onto what was
presumably the wee hole and smelt it.
Beddowes merely stood there hanging his head.
"I'll be damned!" Ms. Stoneway exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like that
before."
"Beddowes, tell Ms. Stoneway how you come to be in this state."
"It was an accident in the substation Ma'am."
"Really Beddowes? " Ms. Stoneway said. "What happened?" There could be no
doubt of Ms. Stoneway's genuine interest.
"I got too close to the live bus bars," Ma'am. "There was a flash over."
"Tell Ms. Stoneway what you were doing."
Again Beddowes' look of mute appeal was met with icy hostility.
"I was … I was masturbating, Ma'am. … And my ejaculate went on to the bus
bars."
"And what was the voltage on the bus bars?"
"11Kv Ma'am."
"Did you enjoy your last climax, Beddowes?" Ms. Stoneway asked in the tone of
one making a polite enquiry.
"It was as if the Earth moved, Ma'am."
Ms. Stoneway turned to Janet. "Thank you Ms. Reid. I am fully satisfied with
the explanation and that there is no breach of contract. Perhaps that glass of
sherry at this stage … ?"
"Beddowes, ask my secretary for two glasses of sherry."
Beddowes stepped out of his shorts and looking more ridiculous than ever in
just shoes and socks walked to the secretary's office.
Ms. Stoneway actually chuckled when she heard the secretary's astonished gasp.
Beddowes returned bearing two crystal sherry glasses on a tray. He served them
with an amazing dignity, considering the circumstances.
"Thank you Beddowes. That will be all."
Beddowes collected his shorts and overalls and withdrew to the secretary's
office again.
"What a remarkable person!" Ms. Stoneway said after he'd gone. She was a
different person from the hostile complainant she had been. She seemed very
happy and pleased with life.
"He is," Janet told her. "As well as being a qualified electrician he's also a
trained butler. Sometimes we hire him out to guests."
"I noticed how well he served the sherry." Ms. Stoneway emptied her glass.
"There's something rather intriguing about having a naked nullified butler.
Would it be unethical if I tempted him away from you?"
"You can make him an offer if you like. It would be completely up to him."
Ms. Stoneway was like an excited, happy schoolgirl when she left the office.
"Okay Stan," Janet called out.
Beddowes, now dressed, came back, sat in the visitor's chair and waited while
Janet counted one hundred dollars in tens from the wad in her drawer.
"Well done, Stan. That was brilliant." Janet handed him the hundred which
disappeared into an overall pocket.
"One aims to please, Ma'am," Beddowes said in his best butler's voice.
"Tell me, Stan, being like that: does it bother you much? Do you ever miss
what you lost?"
"Not at all, Ma'am." Beddowes was rising to leave. "I have lots of friends.
And in an emergency there's always the vibrator."
End
Safety Notes:
1\. It is dangerous to squirt your ejaculate on to live busbars.
2\. A substation is not a good place for a wank, unless spiders turn you on.
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Assassin (groin gunshot) | ssassin
The bullet ricocheted before landing in his buttock, causing him to howl in
pain. She would have to improve her aim if she didn't want to kill somebody.
Her target didn't show himself again for several days. However, she knew he
was OK from the articles published in the local paper. She was still watching
out for him, but from a different location. This time she wouldn't miss and he
wouldn't go running to the police.
He ambled along the footpath that ran alongside the lake that used to be
gravel pits. She waited patiently, in a bird hide. Nobody would suspect her of
hiding. Tomorrow would be the day his life would change and her revenge would
be complete.
She lined up the cross hairs on the rifles sight as he walked along. Her
finger squeezed the trigger lightly whilst bracing herself. If he was killed
she might become a suspect. Anyway, if he was dead he wouldn't be suffering.
There was a sharp crack as the bullet left the rifle and flew towards the
target. He froze for a moment, in shock, then collapsed on the path. She left
the hide, but didn't go to inspect her work. She would find out the results in
due course.
Later that evening she knew she had been successful. However, she didn't find
out the way she had intended. A knock at the door by two police officers and a
trip to the police station to help them with their inquiries meant she was
still a suspect.
She was told that the assassin she had hired had shot low and hit him in the
nuts. It had made a real mess and the hospital had been unable to save his
manhood. What was left of his penis and testicles had to be removed. He had
been lucky not to bleed to death.
She had to smile as she had now completed her revenge. Lots of coverage by the
media would also ensure that he couldn't hide his loss. He had taken her
virginity and there wasn't any way she could take it back. However she had
taken what she could.
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Punishment For A Repentant Pervert Parts I and II | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A flasher who is normally content with just exposing himself, goes one step too far and assaults a young woman. He is consumed with guilt and determined to prevent that happening again. He wishes to be castrated, but can he go through with it? | ` PART I `
Why did he do it? John couldn’t easily say. But for two months he had paid a
heavy price for his lust. Guilt hung over him like a heavy blanket he was
unable to shake off.
But soon, the waiting and the agony would be over. He disliked hospitals –
even smart private clinics like this one. Yet he was here out of choice.
It was his decision and his alone: to be castrated as a punishment for what he
had done and to stop him reoffending ever again.
They weren’t ready for him yet and the delay was agonising. He flicked through
the magazines but couldn’t concentrate. He sat there motionless, staring
fixedly at the wall, lost in thought, pondering his empty life.
John was 30, single and unemployed. He lived by himself in a small, run-down
bedsit on the outskirts of town. His grimy front window which he could never
bother to clean looked out on to the street outside.
Often he would fill the empty hours staring listlessly through the dirty glass
from behind net curtains.
It was usually fairly quiet. The occasional passer-by would stroll along – and
John would watch them absent mindedly. But one particular day, he took more
notice. A girl was walking along. She was around 17 with long blonde hair and
pretty blue eyes. She wore a white patterned dress with little pink sequins
braided into it. She looked happy and as the sun caught her dress, the sequins
twinkled.
There was a twinkle in John’s eye too. The light white fabric was no match for
strong summer sunshine which cut straight through it.
John stared in fascination at those strong slim legs beneath her skirt. But
looking at her wasn’t enough for him. John was a flasher. “Just one more
time,” he said to himself. He removed his jeans and underpants and grabbed his
pair of running shorts which he put on, forcing his semi erect penis inside
them.
And then, he slipped out of the door, gently closing it behind him. The girl
was approaching the end of the street. There were roads either side but
straight ahead was a dead end, save for a sandy path which led to woodland.
“Please go in the wood, please,” implored John as he silently ran after her.
He was in luck. She did so and John, panting in anticipation, caught her up
and ran straight past her.
Sarah thought nothing of it. He was just another jogger; two had already
huffed and puffed past her earlier on. As for her, she was in no hurry. She
was off for a nice walk through the woods, all alone save for the birds, the
butterflies and the trees.
John had kept jogging for a good way until the path led into thick woodland.
He looked around carefully. No-one was about. He stepped off the path behind a
tree which still afforded him a view of the route the girl would take.
John pulled down his shorts, almost ripping them as he struggled to push them
off his shoes. He threw them to the floor. He took his now erect penis into
his hand. He began to masturbate slowly and carefully, eyes fixed on the path.
Suddenly Sarah appeared and began to walk along it.
PART II
John allowed her to get closer before making his move. She looked perfect –
with an innocence which all too many have lost by her age.
She was about a minute’s walk away from him now and he stepped out on to the
path. He stopped masturbating, fearing the intense excitement would make him
climax. Instead, he just stood there, cock erect and pointing towards the
girl, waiting for her.
Sarah trotted along, often glancing to her left and right into the dark woods.
Then she saw John.
She didn’t notice his penis at first. It was just a man standing there. She
saw his bare legs and subconsciously assumed he had shorts on. Sarah smiled in
acknowledgement.
She drew closer. Then she became aware the man wasn’t moving. She looked up at
his face, he wasn’t smiling back. John was staring at her, through her. And
then she saw his penis. Thick and erect, surrounded by jet black pubic hair
pointing straight at her.
She stopped dead in her tracks. Eyes wide, a look of shock filled her face.
John reached down and took his penis in his hand. Slowly, calmly, he pulled
the foreskin back and began to masturbate in front of her.
Sarah was rooted to the spot, staring at him in horror. And then John began to
walk towards her.
“Go away,” she shouted, still unable to move. John came right up to her and as
he did so, she crumbled to the ground.
He stood over her, trembling. He had never done this before. All his previous
flashes had been brief encounters – a quick exposure and a wank in front of
his victims, before scurrying off.
But this time it was different. John looked around. There was nobody about
save him and Sarah now sobbing in a heap on the forest floor.
He didn’t want it to happen but couldn’t help himself. He dropped to his knees
alongside her and began caressing her legs, those strong firm legs he had seen
standing outside his dirty window.
Still wanking with one hand, he pushed his other hand under her dress and
pulled it up. His conscience was desperately trying to prick him. “Don’t, do
anything, please don’t do anything,” ran that voice inside his mind. But he
couldn’t help himself.
In a moment of madness, John was about to do something very wrong that he
would always regret.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Conchita's Payment | TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | John had the best night with sexy Conchita. But when he didn\'t have enough money to pay her, She made other arrangements. | "Hey, do you need a ride?" Asked John, as he pulled up to the curb. Conchita
bent over to the open window of the pick up truck.
"No, but I'd like to give you a ride." said Conchita.
Conchita was dressed in an unbuttoned shirt tied at the bottom, revealing her
massive mamaries underneath. Her short pleated skirt kept blowing upwards in
the breeze, revealing her firm ass in a thong. Her legs were complimented with
a pair of 6 inch stilletto heels,which clacked as she walked. Conchita's black
hair was in a sexy 1920's flapper cut. Her lips were covered in a bright red
lipstick.
Conchita winked at John, who then opened the door. Conchita entered the pick
up, and closed the door. She crossed her legs.
John was turned on. he felt his cock bulge in his tightly fit jeans. But John
had to ask.
"are you a guy or a girl?"
"I'm a shemale." said conchita.
John was surprised, yet intrigued.
"do you have a dick or a pussy?"
"A dick." she said.
"Can I see it?"
Conchita lifted her skirt, revealing a bulge in her thong. She shifted the
thong and her bulging cock flung out. Her pubic hair shaved. John quickly
began stroking. He reached down and began touching Conchita's thighs.
"You are so feminine. can I feel your titties?"
John reached upwards and fondled Conchita's humoungus breasts. Contita took
his hand and placed it under her shirt and inside her bra. As John squeezed
the surgically enhanced tit, Conchita reached over and rubbed John's thigh,
slowly working her way to his crotch. He was huge and hard. Conchita unzipped
his fly, and suddenly an enormous member sprung out.
Conchita bent down, and placed the man sized cock into her mouth. Her toung
carressed his dickhead.
"Careful, don't make me wreck." said john.
They drove to John's house. They went inside and went into the bedroom. John
took off his shirt and slid off his pants. Conchita untied her shirt, and out
bounced two huge 42 HHH size breasts. Conchita then removed her skirt and her
thong. John began sucking on Conchita's erect nipples. He worked his way
around her massive mams. Then he worked his way downward to Conchita's
throbbing cock. He sucked harder and harder.
Conchita then shoved John onto the bed, where she started to tittyfuck him.
His cock seemed tiny between Conchta's melons. She went down, sucking hard on
his manmeat, then working her way to his balls.
"Let me bend you over." Said john.
COnchita bent over the bed, where John thrusted his cock into her tight ass.
Slamming harder and harder, Conchita screamed in ecstasy. When John was done,
Conchita got up and bent John over. She thrusted her manhood into his virgin
asshole over and over again.
When they were done, they both went into the bathroom and washed each other's
cocks off. Afterwards, they went into the bedroom.
"You are amazing. You are definately got your money's worth. You owe me three
hundred dollars."
John was shocked.
"Shit, I only have five."
Conchita was furious.
"You little fuck! How am I supposed to get a pussy with deadbeats like you? "
"I'm sorry." said john.
"Well, if you can't pay with money, then I think I know another way."
Conchita took a rope out of her purse and tied John to the bed. She tied his
hands and his feet down tightly. She took a ball gag, and tied it on John.
Conchita began stroking John's cock. She kissed it, then licked it. then
sucked again. Conchita went into her purse, and pulled out a huge pair of
scissors. Carressing John's manhood, she lifted his dick and balls. Conchita
opened the scissors and placed the dick and balls between the sharp cold
blades.
"If you won't pay me money, then you will pay with your manhood!" said
conchita.
Conchita sqeezed the sissors tightly. The sharp blades cut through. John let
out a huge screem, muffled by the ball gag. Conchita held John's dick and
balls in her hands.
After nursing John's wounds. She untied John and removed the gag.
"What are you going to do with them?"
Conchita popped the balls into her mouth and started chewing.
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. " moaned conchita. as she chewed. With one gulp, she
swallowed them. Then she took John's severed cock. She licked it like a pice
of candy. Conchita placed it into her mouth and bit off the head. She chewed
slowly. Then she worked her way down the shaft, untill she popped the last
piece of John's dick into her mouth. Conchita swallowed.
"Yummmy! It's all gone. Poor John. Now he has no dick. Now he has no balls. I
guess you are not a man anymore. You will never fuck again. Poor baby."
John started to cry.
"what are you going to tell your girlfriends? They are not going to know what
you are now. You are certainly not a man."
Conchita got dressed, picked up her purse. "Are my titties worth it for you,
Dickless?" she said as she Kissed John on the forhead, and walked out the
door.
As Conchita walked off, another car pulled up. The door opened. "Hi baby."
said a sexy, muscular black man. Conchtia climbed into the car and closed the
door. The car sped off into the night.
Meanwhile, John looked at where his dick and balls once were. He lamented the
loss of his manhood, and cried throughout the night.
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# The Fraternity
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The fraternity I was applying too was supposed to be one of the most
secret, and most powerful fraternities in the entire country. They
only let 100 young men apply, and out of those 100, only 25 would be
accepted for full membership. I was one of those lucky 25.
All week they had been systematically eliminating the competition.
First it was through tests of intelligence. Then of physical
endurance. The last day was something else all together. There were
only 30 men left. We were all ushered into a room, striped naked,
and left on our own for an hour. After an hour, three ‘judges’ came
into the room. They measured us for girth, length, looks, and they
even measured the exact size of our testicles. Five were asked to
leave. I couldn’t help but notice that the five who left were the
five ‘smallest’ guys in the room. Not to say they had tiny cocks, in
fact, most men would probably kill to have cocks that big. It’s just
that the rest of us had huge cocks. All ranging around 11" fully
erect. And we all had huge sets of nuts. Just being in a room with
24 other guys as well hung as me was giving me the biggest turn on.
The head ‘judge’ addressed us all. He was also the head of the
fraternity. "Congratulations! You 25 have been selected to undergo
the final step to become full brothers of our most sacred
fraternity. Report here tomorrow at 9am sharp. Your assignment for
tonight, go home and shave off all of your pubic hair. You are all
to report here tomorrow with absolutely no pubic hair. Is that
understood?" We all said yes. We were then dismissed.
I went back to my apartment that night and did as instructed. I
removed every last trace of hair from my groin. I ejaculated three
times shaving my self. I then masturbated three times in a row,
experiencing my smooth groin.
I reported along with the others to the same room the next morning.
The only difference was that the walls were lined with wrist and
ankle restraints. The room was large and white. It looked like it
could easily hold 300 people. The rest of the fraternity filed in.
They were all wearing white robes. There was the 25 second years, 25
third years, 25 fourth years, and the fraternity president.
"Would each initiate please stand next to a restraint." Commanded
the president. We did so. The second years each chose one initiate
and strapped them into the wall. There were now 25 young men, all
with shaved groins, strapped naked to the walls. "Today we undertake
the final step in initiating you 25 men into our fraternity."
Explained the President. "There will be no backing out now. You have
all pledged yourselves to us, and we are grateful. Let us begin."
The third and fourth years stood with the seconds years next to a
selected initiate. There was now three men assigned to each
initiate. Almost all of the initiates were sprouting huge erections.
"Gentlemen, disrobe!" The brothers obeyed the command and took off
there robes. There was an audible gasp from the initiates.
The president of the fraternity had a huge penis. It had to be at
least 14" fully erect, and as thick as a beer can. And his balls
looked like they were the size of tennis balls. I had never seen
such an enormous set of genitals on a man before. It was almost
inhuman looking. But what really drew the gasps were the rest of the
brothers.
They were all perfect looking men. All well developed muscles, all
incredibly good looking. But they were far from perfect. All the
second years had smooth crotches. No sign that they had, or ever
had, a penis or testicles. The third years were the same. 50 men
without gentiles. All perfectly smooth, featureless crotches. The
fourth years were different. They all had large testicles, like the
initiates, but they lacked penises. Not a cock amongst them. In a
room of 101 men, there were only 26 penises. It was a shocking, and
hugely erotic sight.
I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. I, and every other initiate,
began to realize, that none of us were leaving this room as complete
men. "Begin." Commanded the president.
The second years reached down into their robes and drew out a knife
each. One second year, about ten initiates away from me, approached
his initiate. He grabbed the initiates genitals with one hand and
pulled them away from the initiates body. The second year then began
slicing through the initiates penis. He sliced through the top of
the penis, and kept slicing, right into the sac. The initiate was
too shocked to scream, he just shed tears. He was could do nothing
but watch as his man hood was sliced away from his body. The second
year finished slicing through the initiates genitals, separating
them from his body. Surprisingly, the wound did not bleed.
The second year passed the severed set back to the third year. The
third year took them and the knife and sliced the testicles from the
penis. The third tear then passed the penis back to the fourth year,
and handed the knife to the second year.
Then it was the next initiates turn. And so on until it was my turn.
My second year walked up to me and grabbed by crotch. He pulled my
penis and testicles away from my body. He pulled so hard it began to
sting. He then placed the knife on the base of my penis and he began
slicing. There was no pain at all. He broke through the top layers
of skin, exposing the fleshy red muscles and veins below. He
continued to slice. By the time he got to the halfway point, I
expected to feel some pain. But there was noting. Just the gradual
lose of feeling in my penis. My penis was now detached from my body.
With only three more slices, my sac was severed from my body. There
was now only a red hole where my genitals had been.
My second year passed my complete set to my third year. The third
year then sliced my testicles away from my penis. This time I could
feel it. It was an excruciating feeling. Yet, I found I couldn’t cry
out. I didn’t want to cry out. The pain passed quickly. Now the
third year passed my severed penis to the fourth year, and passed
the knife back to the second year, keeping the testicles for
himself.
The process was repeated on all the remaining initiates. There we
were, 25 young men with only open wounds where our genitals used to
be. The fourth years took the severed penises and held them to their
groins, where their penises should have been. They all began to look
like they were in excruciating pain. A soft white light radiated
from each of their groins. Then, after about a minute, they all let
out a collective grunt of what can only be described as pleasure
mixed with pain. They all doubled over, then stood back up straight,
releasing their groins. Now, instead of just balls, they had
penises. Somehow they had attached our penises to their bodies. I
looked at my penis, now proudly standing erect from the groin of
another man. All the fourth years now looked like normal healthy
men.
The third years took the severed testicles and held them to their
groins. They too took on a look of extreme pain. A soft blue light
emanated from their groins. After a minute, they let out a similar
grunt of pleasurable pain. They doubled over then stood back up,
releasing their groins. Now, instead of a smooth groin, they all had
beautiful sets of testicles, our testicles.
The second years undid our restraints, and the president ordered us
all to get down on our knees. The fourth years walked up to us. Mine
grabbed me by the back of my head, and forced my erect penis into my
mouth. The feeling of sucking on my own cock was almost too much. I
sucked on it like there was no tomorrow. After ten minutes, I felt
like I was about to have the most intense orgasm in my life. It hit
me like a wave of pleasure, and my penis ejaculated into my mouth,
down my throat.
My fourth year withdrew my penis from my mouth and my third year
licked all the remaining cum off it. I looked down at my crotch.
Where the red, open wound had been was now smooth flesh. No scare,
just perfectly smooth flesh.
"Welcome to our fraternity, my brothers. Each of you has a difficult
year ahead of you. You must now deal with life for two years without
any sexual organs. That is the price you must pay for the privileges
that come with this fraternity."
I grew accustomed to the life without my penis or balls. I got to
know the new owners of my genitals quite well. Dave was the guy who
now has my penis, and Brad is the one who owns my testicles. I also
became friends with Mac, the one who took them from me. It turns out
that Dave has Mac’s testicles. It’s a tradition that the fourth year
gets the penis from the second year who gave him is testicles
initiate. So next year I will be the one who gets Mac a new pair of
nuts and Brad a new penis. Until my fourth year, the only sexual
outlet I have is sucking of Brad’s nuts, Dave’s nuts and dick, or
allowing Dave to take me up the ass. Not a bad price for all the
rewards and privileges I now get. And apparently when I get my new
full set, every orgasm I will have will be ten times more powerful
than any I have ever experienced before.
I can’t wait.
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Jimmy's Castration | GAY, TESTICLES | Jimmy enjoys his last orgasm before I snip his balls. | ` “Why don’t you jack off?”
“You mean right now?”
“Yeah, right now. I’ll take your picture!”
Jimmy grinned at the idea of me photographing him beating off. He’s always
been proud of how far he can shoot his jizz. Most 17-year-olds can send their
cum a long way when they try.
“Okay, let’s do it!”
Jimmy pulled off his tank-top, showing off his smooth chest and stomach. He
pulled off his jeans, then yanked his jockeys down just far enough to free his
dick, which already was hard.
My boy leaned against the wall and started wanking. He spit in his right hand,
moving it slowly up and down the firm shaft.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned.
Jimmy used his left hand to circle his right nipple, bringing another groan of
pleasure. His whole body was tense. I knew it wouldn’t take long.
I took the lens cap off my camera and focused on Jimmy. His brown eyes were
shut tightly as he approached climax. His hand jerked frantically up and down
his cock. I could see drops of pre-cum oozing from the slit.
“Oh, shit!”
I pressed the shutter of my camera as the semen erupted from Jimmy’s dick. The
first drops hit his left shoulder, the second glob reached his chest. The last
spurt landed on his stomach, some trickling into his bellybutton. There wasn’t
as much cum as last night, though. I guess the boy didn’t have enough time to
fill up his balls.
Jimmy didn’t know it, but he had just enjoyed his last ejaculation as a
complete boy. It was the very last time his balls would dangle below his cock
as he beat that proud piece of meat.
“How about a beer?”
“Sure!”
While Jimmy used his shirt to wipe the cum from his chest, I slipped the
sedative into the bottle of beer. He eagerly downed the brew, and I smiled as
I gazed at his pretty cock, still dripping jizz from its tip.
It was a real thrill when I opened up his scrotum and tugged at his balls. It
was bloodier than I thought it would be, but there they were, a lovely round
pair just waiting to be snipped. I pulled on them, stretching out the cords. A
moment later, they were lying free in my hand.
At this point, I was so turned on that I couldn’t help myself. I pulled my
cock out and used my left hand to beat off, still holding Jimmy’s balls in my
right hand. It took only a few seconds before my semen was shooting over his
balls. It was the most exciting moment of my life.
Jimmy took it hard, of course. What boy wouldn’t? But after a few weeks, he
began adjusting to life as a eunuch. He told me that he was actually glad that
his life wasn’t controlled by his balls anymore. Now that his dick is always
soft, Jimmy seems a lot happier than before.
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Honey, have you seen my balls? | TESTICLES | A cross between the tv show Bewitched, and a cartoon I saw recently....this one is really fantasy...I think... | Finally....the weekend...sitting around, drinking some beer...maybe a little
sex?... then she walked in!
"OK...give em'up" she ordered! I knew what she meant but pretended I didn't!
"You're at home now, you don't need 'em around here...and you KNOW...I own em'
so give em'up!"
"But I like feeling them" I protested....
"OK...I'll sensetize the spell for the weekend....now STRIP!"
I slowly dropped my pants, and Sam, my witch wife, reached between my
legs...and retracted her hand...with both of my full, balls in her palm!!
"Oh, They're heavy...I guess you were too busy to jerk off today!"she
remarked...
Sam gave my balls a hard squeeze, and I crumpled to the floor in pain!!
"You said you wanted to feel them!!"
"Honey!...please!..be carefull!...."
She rolled them around in her hand, and I could feel every second of it!!
Sam twitched her nose and in a second she was naked! she sat back in her easy
chair...still rolling my balls in her hand!
"EAT ME" she ordered!!
I crawled between her legs and buried my tongue in her pussy!! She startes
cumming wildly and as she did, her hand tightened into a fist!!!
"AAAUUUGHHHHH...MY BALLS!!" I cried out!!
She just growled at me...and dropped my nuts into her tall glass of iced tea!!
"AAH!...OH"....OW!..HONEY!...c-c-cOLD!..." I was crying!!
"EAT MY PUSSY!!" she screamed at me!!
I returned to her crotch...shivering and sobbing! Several more orgasms later
she pushed me away and headed to the kitchen wih her drink!
Sam rinsed my nuts with hot water and I went from one agony to another!!
"OWWWWWWWWWWW!" I screamed!
Sam rinsed them in cold water next, then informed me she had to go to the
store!! After she backed the car out of the garage, she tossed my balls onto
the dash!! I could feelthe vibration of the car....then...uh-oh...they began
to roast in the sun!!
"OW!...OW!...HOT!" I ran around the house crying!! At least she took them in
the store with her! In her purse...my balls were squashed against her
hairbrush!!
"OH!...OH! FUCK! IT HURTS!!" I was sobbing, crawling around on the living room
floor! She moved them to find her money...and she dropped one of them onto the
floor!! I was at home, rolling around on the floor, in agony!!
Back in the car...she chuckled at her clumbsiness! Sam put one of my balls
back onto the dash..to roast again....and held the other one in front of the
air conditioner outlet!! I was screaming in confused pain...one was ice cold,
the other one red hot!
When she walked into the house, she just laughed!
"Something wrong?, Baby!?"
I begged her for my poor testicles...she said "NO!"
Next, Sam inserted MY balls into her pussy and I was in heaven!! Again I was
between her legs and every time she came...my nuts were squeezed inside her
until I was in tears!
Sam finally told me that MY balls should be put somewhere safe! She wrapped
them in an old piece of coarse wool blanket and hid them in her dresser!!
"NO!...NO!...PLEASE
!...HONEY...NOT the army blanket...PLEASE!..The itching was driving me insane!
I was grabbing my crotch, trying to scratch an itch that wasn't there!! Sam
just watched me suffering!
"I'll do anything!...ANYTHING!!...PLEASE!...just make it stop...YOU can HAVE
THEM...THEY'RE YOURS!...PLEASE!!"
"I want that too!" she finally said...
"Wha....my...my cock too?!" I cried!
I'll give you my pussy...but when I fuck you...with YOUR cock....I'm going to
get MY orgasms, from MY pussy....and still cum inside you!!"
I couldn't believe it!!
"But...I don't get...to cum?!"
"You want to CUM?" she hissed...."Try this!"
Sam crossed her arms....twitched her nose and I fell to the floor gasping!! I
started to cum...internally...like she did...no erection, no
ejaculation....just absolute pleasure, that continued, on and on, until I was
in agony!!
"OK!...OK!...NO MORE!!...YOU WIN...PLEASE!...WHATEVER YOU WANT!!"
Later that evening, I sat moping in the living room next to my witch wife!!
Between my legs was the most gorgeous pussy in the world....i couldn't stop
playing with it, fingering myself...Sam was moaning with what she felt, from
my attention to my...I mean her pussy! Between HER legs, MY balls hung heavy,
My cock was getting hard, again...on HER body!!
"Baby" she whispered...
"come suck me off again....I love it when you make me cum in your
mouth...after all...it IS..YOUR CUM!!"
For the 4th time in an hour, I took My cock into my mouth and Sam slammed my
face to her belly and my cock, into my throat!!
"Isn't that how you like it Baby?" she laughed loudly!!!
[email protected]
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Glans Recipes (Brief But Tasty!) | PENECTOMY | Nurse lists some of her favourite man recipes | ` Among the burgeoning taste for male genitals, one area that always seems to
be neglected is the glans. The little penis-head 'fruit' is one of the most
versatile of foodstuffs and doesn't deserve such overlooking. `
Removing the glans is a matter of choice. Some ladies like to have the male
lay his todger down on the chopping board and simply cut it off with a single
sweep of their meat cleaver. I always use a penis guilloutine myself. It
increases the terror for the male and it's a wonderful moment when he's been
'beheaded' and his decapitated mauve mushroom is resting in the scaled-down
straw basket beneath the guillotine.
Some ladies prefer to buy already-separated whole penises from their supplier
and remove the end from these but I think using a live male is much better. It
partially 'reduces' them in an area they love the best; it's very painful and
humiliating for them; you've got the rest of their carcass to construct other
dishes from AND their glans is guaranteed 'fresh': some of the store-bought
penises have been kept in deep refrigeration for two years or more. Although
such meat is perfectly healthy, like any long-frozen meat, upon thawing it
will have lost much of its essential taste.
Having amputated the glans and washed it clean of blood (there won't be much),
what to do next with it? well, some ladies like it as a mini-beetroot. after
all, it IS the right clour! Marinading it overnight in vinegar will see the
essential juice permeate the glans and turn it into a beetroot, as desired.
It can be cooked (lightly now - gas mark '2' and only for five minutes!)
before being allowed to cool and being placed inside a vol-au-vent case.
Chinese ladies will perhaps prefer to use filo pastry and construct a won-ton
parcel or even a battered glans out of their material.
It's delicious cold and uncooked too, although it can be slightly chewy for
those unused to eating such sweetmeats. All-in-all, it's a wonderfully
versatile food - much too good to be allowed to go to waste, adorning any man.
Get penis-shortening today - you know it makes sense!
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Marine Captured and Mounted | BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A marine is captured and taken to Iran. His little penis is exposed and then he faces the threat of castration only to loose something even more precious. | Marine in Iran
I was a hot, young, athletic stud. I loved to jerk off and I did so regularly.
I had a little dick. It was only 4 inches when hard and I kept it totally
shaved. I was stationed in Iraq near the Iranian border. While I was sleeping
in my tent, three soldiers came in and put a chloroform rag over my face. I
was out cold. I awoke in an Islamic Training Camp. My captors were very young
men. Most of them appeared to be teenagers. One of the teens came over to me
and said: “American, you go into shower room and get clean. Take off clothes
and leave them on the floor. You come out when I say.” I obeyed. No one
followed me into the shower room. After about 15 minutes the Iranian teen
called out: “Come out now American. Come out of the shower room and walk
outside over to me. Walk with your hands at your side.”
As soon as I walked out, the Arabs got their first look at my tiny, shaved
penis and balls. The teens were talking to one another and pointing at my
groin. The teen who spoke English looked at me and said: “American, you have a
little pee pee. It is the penis of a little boy not the penis of a real man.
Your pubic hair is shaved smooth making your little clit of a dick appear even
smaller.
We captured you for a reason. You will be freed at the border when we are
finished with you. We captured you so that we can castrate you. Then when you
go back, your castration will strike fear in the other young men who will
realize that they too could be captured and castrated.”
Several of the young Arab teens dragged me to the stocks that they had built.
They put my arms and my head into the stocks and then locked them. It wasn’t
long after that that I felt someone feeling my balls. My cock got rock hard.
Then I felt someone putting their fingers into my ass hole. I told them to
stop. “GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF MY VIRGIN ASS.” The teen laughed and then
shoved his thick, uncut 10 inch dick into my virgin hole. I screamed in pain.
“American, if you cum, we are going to castrate you. Don’t shoot your sperm
unless you want to loose your baby makers for good.”
I couldn’t help it. As I was being fucked, another teen started jerking my
dick and tickling my balls. I was getting closer to shooting and I didn’t like
it. The teen fucking my ass started to jab harder and deeper. When he did
that, he started pushing me to the point of no return. I screamed out: “PLEASE
DON’T TAKE MY BALLS. I NEED MY BALLS. I BEG YOU TO LET ME KEEP THEM. I WILL DO
ANYTHING, I PROMISE.”
Then I started to shoot my load. It came out in sharp spurts. When I stopped
shooting, the teen came over to me and grabbed my balls. I started to buck and
shout. I was trying to pull my legs together. Then he shocked me by saying:
“You can keep your balls my American friend. We have decided to take something
else from you. We are going to cut off your little cock.” I couldn’t believe
what I was hearing. I cried out: “OH MY GOD, DON’T CUT OFF MY COCK. HOW WILL I
CUM WITHOUT A COCK TO JERK. OH GOD, DON’T DO THIS TO ME.”
They pulled my cock away from my body and then cut my dick off so that I just
had a little nub. They cared for me until I was better and then they took me
to the border and released me. The news that my penis had been cut off sent
shivers through the sex organs of all the men in Iraq. I was left to suffer.
The only way I could cum was with a vibrator or when a man fucked me. I can’t
believe they cut off my penis.
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Girlcirc | STRAIGHT | Cheerleader gets circumcised. Repost from Usenet. | GirlCirc
Reposted from Usenet alt.sex.stories. Author unknown.
Sally’s mummy has had her clitoral prepuce removed to improve her
sexual
response. Six weeks ago, 15 year old Sally went along to see the
Doctor
at her mother’s suggestion. The Doctor flanneled poor young Sally
and
convinced her that she needed the operation as well. The Doctor
knew that
Sally was a cheerleader and just wanted to get his hands on her
fresh
young pussy. Whilst inspecting the hapless teen, he noticed that
her
hymen had not been broken.. A virgin! He had never circumcised a
virgin
before!
The Doctor instructed Sally to return the following Friday evening,
to
wear her shortest skirt and to bring a clean pair of white panties.
Sally should not date any boys before she returned. Finally, the
Doctor
enquired about Sally’s masturbation method. Coyly, she showed him.
She
just squeezed her thighs together. Good thought the Doctor, no
chance of
her hymen breaking.
Sally’s big day arrived. She thought about what to wear but did not
really have a skirt that short. So she decided to wear her
cheerleader
outfit with a pair of Persil white panties. She put another pair of
freshly laundered panties in her school bag and set off to school.
Her school day passed in a haze. She thought about her appointment
for
later. Was her operation the same as when baby boys had their
foreskins
removed she wondered. Her mind wandered onto thoughts of the
Football
Team and the boys sleek cocks. Her panties grew damp. Images of
firm
erections filled her mind. Her rhythmic squeezing began. Before
she
knew it, she had cum in her panties, the word "circumcision" going
around
in her head...
She rang the Doctor’s bell and pushed the door open as it buzzed.
She
entered the empty waiting room when Dr James appeared. He had sent
all
his staff home but had invited Dr Brian to assist. Dr Brian was a
much
older Doctor than Dr James and that reassured her. He was also
quite
good looking, Sally thought.
Doctor James led Sally down a corridor and through a door with the
letter
"C" on it. Dr Brian followed behind. Dr Brian stood behind Sally
as he
closed the door. Dr James praised Sally for doing as she had been
told
and for wearing a skimpy skirt.
"I want you to bend over and remove your shoes now please, Sally" Dr
James ordered.
This provided Dr Brian with a good view of her knicker clad bottom.
Dr
Brian quickly grabbed the concealed hypodermic syringe and pushed it
into
Sally’s bum. In the same movement, he depressed the plunger. Sally
started as the needle sunk into her bum. Dr James grabbed her to
steady
her and then stood her upright.
"That injection is to calm you down so that we can proceed with your
circumcision. I will circumcise you whilst Dr Brian here will
perform a
hymenectomy. A hymenectomy will remove your hymen. You will still
be a
virgin but your first sexual intercourse with a circumcised boy will
be
less painful", explained Dr James.
Dr James moved his hands up Sally’s skirt until he felt the gusset
of her
knickers. He started to rub. Sally moaned. Dr James started to
describe boys cocks to her. Sally felt a gentle buzzing in her
panties.
Dr James was using a wicked vibrator to stimulate her teeny pussy.
Sally tried to resist but it was useless. The thoughts of boys
cocks
filled her mind and she went into a thigh-shuddering orgasm. Dr
James
kept up the pressure on her clitoris, Sally was up on her tippy toes
now
as the vibrator stroked her knickers. Dr James switched her mind to
thoughts of a girls tribal circumcision in Africa. All the girls
sitting
in a row, a helper diddling with their clits. When the girls have
cracked reasonable hard-on’s, the circumciser moves forward. With
one
hand, he pulls out their hooded clits, with the other he deftly
slices
through their foreskins and clits.
Sally’s pussy is trying to swallow the vibrator as she shudders
through
two more orgasms. Her legs have given out as James and Brian
manhandle
her onto the “Circumstraint”. Dr Brian peels Sally’s knickers off,
giving them an extra tug as they are stuck between her big wet pussy
lips. Sally’s scent is of a well wanked out girl and there is a
phenomenal wet sticky patch in her white gusset. Dr Brian puts her
knickers into a plastic bag and seals them up. He then gives the
teen a
lecture about not thinking about boys for a while or her soon to be
clipped clit will start to ache.
Dr James returns with the equipment necessary to depilate her pussy.
They decided to use cream as it was quicker. In no time at all,
Sally’s pussy looks more like the winkie of a Junior
High School girl. Bald and soft.
Before they can start the operation, there is a liquid mater to be
taken care of. "Would you like to do a wee wee, Sally, before we
start to circumcise you?" asks Dr James.
"Yes, please" replies Sally, "I’m bursting!"
Sally is lifted so that a special potty can be placed under her
bottom. She starts to pee, the force of the hot urine causes her
crumpled up lips to flap out. Dr Brian thinks that they are too big
and it is decided to trim them back.
"Sally, we are going to trim your winkie lips back when we
circumcise you." informs Dr James.
"Uh, OK" mutters Sally.
James starts to examine Sally’s eyes to see if she is ready. Whilst
she is distracted, Dr Brian releases a catch on the special potty.
A needle shoots out from the splash plate and penetrates Sally’s
clit. Drs James and Brian had developed the special circumcision
potty as a way of
anesthetizing girls pussies just prior to the snip.
Sally moans as her pussy is put to sleep. Brian cleans her winkie
as
James prepares the instruments.
James takes a pair of locking forceps and slides them up Sally’s
prepuce. He reaches the top then closes them, so crushing her
foreskin. Whilst her foreskin is being crushed, James asks the girl
about the other cheerleaders. Are there other girls who might be
persuaded to undergo
circumcision? What were their pussies like?
Finally, it was time to release the clamp and to make the dorsal
slit.
This is the real start of Sally’s circumcision. James asked Brian to
use two forceps to secure the foreskin, either side of the crush
line. With the foreskin being gently prised apart, James
releases the clamp and makes the dorsal slit. Sally’s sore teen
clit is
now exposed. James completes her circumcision by trimming off the
flaps
of her foreskin. He then powers up the electrocautery machine to
seal up
her excised foreskin and to use on her winkie lips. First, her
winkie lips need to be anesthetized. Brian injects both flaps and
awaits the drug to do its work. The elctrocautery machine is used to
clamp her labia then the current is applied. The elements sear
through her lips, removing the excess and
sealing the remnants.Sally is now trimmed up.
Brian moves in now. His job is the specialised task of opening her
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Thecia drops the New Year Ball(s) | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia wrecks a terrorist plans.Fiction and not for minors. | Thecia Drops the New Year ball(s)
My name is Thecia I’m a 31 year old cutter. I am an engineer on my “Day job”
but cutting is my passion. A big set of balls falling into a stainless steel
bowl is music to my ears. I work all over the world, so my trail of hacked
nuts is extensive.
I travel so much on my job that I seem to miss being home for holidays. This
year I made it home for Christmas, but it looked like I’d have to be in the
north east for New Years Eve.
One of the laborers at the refinery where I consult approached me and asked
for advice. It seems that his brother, Abdul, had made plans to detonate a
bomb in the middle of the Times Square festivities this New Years Eve. His
brother was an anti American radical and the man didn’t know what to do.
I asked him to get me the plan and I told him that I would take care of it.
A young man, a hotel employee was to bring the explosives to his room four
hours prior to midnight. I got into the hotel before the police closed off the
street and found a housekeeping closet to wait.
Precisely at eight PM the young man, carrying a large canvas bag, arrived at
room 332 where Abdul opened the door for him. I walked by in my black all
purpose party dress as though I was a tourist. When the door was opened enough
I sapped the young man with a leather billy and at almost the same instant
tased Abdul with 50,000 volts. Both men hit the floor in a pile.
I’m only 120 pounds but I work out and I’m pretty strong for my weight. I was
able to tie both men to doors with most of their weight borne by the door
structure. I taped both men’s mouths and tied off their legs. They were now
immobile in the fashion of a medieval dudgeon.
I took my time and stripped naked to lessen the chance of getting blood on my
clothes. They man not be allowed to look at naked women but both men showed a
bulge at once. I giggled to myself, that problem would end soon.
I turned the TV on and watched the pre midnight show. I opened the canvas sack
and examined the explosive vest I found there, it looked dangerous.
At eleven thirty I cut the men’s pants and underwear off, their erections came
back. Both tried to protest but the duct tape did its job.
I plugged in my soldering Iron and retrieved my scalpel. The men now showed
terror in their eyes.
I began with the younger man. His seven inch cock was hard as a rock, his
balls were not huge but they were low hangers. He tried to scream as I
carefully sliced his nutsack off. The soldering iron cauterized the wound
well. His balls hung there like two Christmas tree ornaments. I turned to
Abdul who struggled mightily. His sack came off with little problem, Because
of the soldering iron the smell of cooking flesh filled the room, The aroma
was much like a pork roast cooking, now offensive at all. Abdul’s dick was
pretty small but his balls were world class. They hung like two big lemons
from their cords. Both men were sobbing uncontrollably, so much for the
terrorist heroes.
I placed the sacks in a zip lock bag of salt. That would preserve them until I
had them tanned and made into small purses.
During the four hour wait, I decided to both amuse myself and show these men
what they would be missing. I donned my velvet gloves and gave each man a hand
job. I love seeing naked nuts pull up and cum for the last time. First the
younger man’s cords tightened and thick ropes of cum shot across the room. The
volume impressed me, for little balls they sure put out a lot. Abdul’s balls
pulled up in the same way but despite the size of his set, they only dribbled
a teaspoon full. It was fun anyway.
When the TV announcer said ten minutes to midnight, I tied off each set of
cords and vessels. When the big crystal ball began to fall I began snipping
nuts off. They all hit the floor within seconds of the New Year. I only wish I
could have cut all four off at the same instant, but I did the best that I
could. Each testicle made a faint plop as it hit the floor.
I left the hotel by the back door and strolled off. The police didn’t care
about anyone leaving the perimeter, so I had no problem.
I made my way to the Staten Island Ferry and on the trip across, I called 911
on my untraceable cell phone, I used the words “Terrorist and room 332,” then
I tossed it and my nutting kit into New York Harbor. I retrieved my car and
went to a diner in NJ where I had eggs Benedict and coffee. Nutting always
makes me hungry.
The four terrorist nuts have already been made into Christmas tree ornaments
for next year.
Respectfully submitted
Thecia
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More Urethral Torture | GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, MINOR | A new method of urethral play | He was finally home. My boyfriend Jake, that hot fourteen year old boy with
his huge cock, much bigger than mine, was home from his trip to South America.
The moment we were alone, he ripped my clothes off. As he pulled my bikini
underwear down, he examined my cock, with the prince's wand in it. He had
locked it in my cock before he left three weeks ago. It was huge, and it
burned like hell everytime I had to piss. And of course, it was so long that I
couldn't cum. Jake was only fourteen, and I was seventeen, I loved young teen
boys. Jake used this to his advantage. After I fucked that hot tiny ass for
the first time, he said he'd tell unless I became his willing sex slave. I
agreed. His favorite thing to do was to fuck my cock, he'd even gotten his
pinky finger in once. I always protested, but my cock was rock hard at the
very mention of urethral play.
But this night was different. We went downstairs to his basement, where Jake
tied me to a large wooden X in the back of the room. He unlocked the prince's
wand and took it out of my cock. Then, he left the room and returned with a
bucket of water and a jar of something murky. He placed the bucket of water
under my cock, and guided the head into the water. Next, he opened the jar and
poured its contents into the bucket. I noticed something small swimming very
fast. "W ... what's that?" I asked.
"This," said Jake, "is a Candiru fish. I got it on my trip. These fish are
little monsters. You see, when a boy pees in a river where they live, it will
swim up his pee stream, right into his cock. There, it lodges its spines into
the boy's urethra ... causing the most instense pain ever. The only way to
stop it is to remove the cock." I shivered at the idea, it was scary, and my
cock went limp. Jake wanted me to be hard for this, and he began to strip.
First his shirt, then pants, then finally his sexy underwear. Watching that
hot teen body, his almost hairless skin, that huge cock of his, made me hard
again. "Well, in your case," he began, "I don't think you'll need to piss.
I'll make you cum instead ... yes, your very last cum."
With that, Jake began to slowly jack me off. I tried to stop myself from
cumming, but it was no use. That hot teen boy began licking my cock and I
came. As I came volley after volley of cum that had been building up for three
weeks, the fish swam up to my slit, then wiggled into it. I screamed as it
expanded inside my cock and stuck its spines into my urethra. I bucked and
screamed, but it was too late. I'd never cum again. Jake grabbed my cock,
flushing out the last of the cum, as the fish dug in the last of its spines.
Jake was so turned on by what he had just done that he came all over the
floor. "At least one of us can still cum" he said, laughing.
Jake left me there for hours, as the fish moved around in my cock, causing
more and more pain. Then finally he returned with a scalpel. He grabbed my
cock and sliced down the urethra. With a plop, the fish fell back into the
bucket. He inserted another huge rod into my cock and sliced around it, down
to the root. I looked down to see that the bucket was filled with blood. I
passed out.
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Thecia's Breakfast | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia nuts before breakfast.Fiction and not for minors.A very short Thecia story | Thecia’s breakfast
A very short Thecia story.
My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I de-ball about 12
men a year and get paid well for it.
I’m also an engineer for a consulting firm with offices in TX and NJ.
After a brush with the law a few years ago I resolved to only cut in Mexico. I
rent a room in a small clinic there year round and I even (through a bribe)
got a medical license.
I had just finished cutting a pair of slaves who belonged to the same domme.
It was late, so rather then travel back to TX I decided to stay at the little
inn near the clinic.
I normally shut my cell phone off at bed time, but this night I forgot. The
phone rang as exactly 4:01 AM.
It was my friend Linda, a mistress who owned between three or four slaves at
any given time. She kept two cut and at least one intact one. Lately she kept
a female slave too. She said, “Thank god I found you, I need an emergency
nutting!”
She went on, “Ares needs to lose his balls.” She named all of her slaves after
Greek or Roman gods. Ares was her intact male slave. She told me that she knew
I was in Mexico and that she was in Eagle Pass and could be to the clinic
shortly. In my eight years of nut slicing I had never heard of an “emergency
nutting.”
I was looking forward to breakfast, but it was not to be.
Just after five, Linda knocked at my door with Ares in tow.
I pleaded for five minutes to get dressed and brush my teeth. So there I was
getting ready to cut with out even make up on.
At the clinic I prepared my equipment including a one use scalpel. Linda said,
“No please, do it my way.” She produced a small guillotine with a double V
blade.
I banded his big nut sack and finally asked her why she was de-balling Ares.
Her reply was, “Eros is my new slave, he’s got a bigger dick and bigger balls,
I don’t need four balls in my home. Ares has to lose his.”
My thoughts were, “You woke me up at four in the morning because you don’t
want extra balls in your home!!”
I banded Ares nutsack and pulled his balls through the guillotine as Linda
asked him if he wanted his balls cut off. He answered, “Please don’t cut my
nuts off!” Linda’s fist came down on his balls as she said, “Wrong answer.”
After a little persuading and some mashed nuts he finally said, “Please cut my
balls off.”
I asked Linda if she wanted to milk him one last time and she agreed. He was
on his back with his nuts pulled tightly through the opening of the device.
His big cock stood straight up, maybe 8 inches or so. Most mistresses won’t
ever let their slaves cum and they will never have any sex with them. Linda
was different, she often used her intact slaves for sexual pleasure and shared
with her girlfriends.
She gently blew him. Running her tongue and lips around his substantial helmet
and probing his little prick hole with her tongue. She soon had his balls
boiling with lust. After about ten minutes of teasing she mouthed his big dick
in earnest. In seconds he was ready, she pulled her mouth away and the first
spurt went three or more feet into the air. She captured the next pulse and
took the rest of his big load into her mouth. Mumbling through her cum filled
mouth, she said, “Ares cum, soon to be the rarest jizz in the world.”
Before his load was spent I brought the lever down, the razor sharp blades cut
sack, cords and vessels in one shot. His banded balls rolled down the gurney
until they went over the edge and hit the floor with a large plopping sound.
Two more small spurts erupted even without balls.
I hurried to stem the bleeding and had him sewn up in minutes. I jarred his
big nuts in formaldehyde for Linda to take home as a trophy. I use peanut
butter jars, not fancy, but utile.
Linda and I left Ares to recover and drove to Eagle Pass for breakfast at the
Border Café. I had eggs benedict and Linda had a western omelet. I thought to
myself, it’s a satisfying thing to have a nutting under your belt before
breakfast.
Ares recovered well and Eros is now happily fucking Linda and her girlfriends,
until it’s his turn for an “emergency nutting.”
Respectfully Submitted,
Thecia
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Thecia's Therapist | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia helps a friend. A doctor needs to learn ethics.fiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s therapist
My name is Thecia. I’m an engineer and on the side I’m a cutter. I’ve cut over
130 men since I’ve been doing it. It’s a good thing for the human race and I
enjoy it. I’m 31 years old and as far as these stories go I’m going to stay
this age forever. There is not much better in this world than cutting a big
set of nuts off of a man who doesn’t deserve to have them.
I live in Dallas but I often work in the NY/NJ area so I have many friends in
both places. Joann was a nurse in a big city hospital, she does not know that
I’m a cutter.
I was in the city for my company and called her for lunch. We met at a trendy
new restaurant. She had red eyes and she told me she had been crying. She was
seeing a therapist and said he was wrong for her. It took me a while to get it
out of her. He was recommended by a girlfriend and she loved him. She had many
problems and he was helping her work through them. It seems that he had told
her that she had “intimacy” issues and needed to trust again. Over the course
of a few months he made her believe that they should cuddle. In the end,
instead of fucking with her head, he was fucking her. He made her believe that
this was OK. She since learned that he was also fucking her girlfriend, the
one who recommended him.
I told her not to confront him, but tell him you had a friend (me) who needed
him and leave the rest to me.
My first appointment was pretty normal, it wasn’t until the forth one that he
came up with the “Intimacy” thing. On the fifth session I was ready to
“cuddle” or so he thought. He held me and gently told me that I needed to
trust and everything would be OK.
He held me for a few minutes, then I felt his hand on my crotch but I didn’t
react. He worked his way to opening my slacks and rubbing my pussy. I just
squirmed as though it was exactly what I wanted. I found myself naked and he
only had his pants on. He eased me back on the couch and proceeded to give me
the best pussy licking I’d ever had. I’ll bet I came four or five times. When
he got up he slipped out of his pants and underwear, out popped this eight
inch dick with two lemon sized balls attached. He attempted to mount me and
slide that oversized tool into me but I turned. How could I know if he had
AIDS or some other STD.? I did want to drain him, but on my terms.
I reached down and grabbed that fat thing. My hand would not go all the way
around it. The head was out of proportion too, it was much bigger than the
shaft, and the shaft was big. Joann had not warned be about this rolling pin
dick.
I got on my knees and slid it in my mouth, all I could get was the helmet and
about an inch of dick. I worked his big balls with one hand and the shaft of
with the other. It didn’t take long, I felt his balls tighten and the pre-cum
run. The first pulse was a tiny bit of jizz, but the following one was a huge
ribbon. I tried to swallow but before I could the third pulse hit me and cum
shot out from my lips that were tight around his hard shaft. He shot two or
three big streams and I nearly choked on his thick man juice. I got most of it
down and his shaft went flaccid at once. I reached for my bag and told him I
was getting a rubber, instead I pulled my stun gun and hit him with it. Before
he recovered I had him bound, hand and foot to the legs of the couch. He
looked at me, smiled and said, “Extreme, but I can do kinky.” He had no idea
just how kinky it was getting. My scalpel opened the thick skin of his sack
with a single stroke followed by another stroke on the other side. I told him
that I didn’t like his ethics and I was going to take his balls with me today.
The terror came over his face in an instant.
To my surprise, his big dick hardened again. I pulled the nuts out of his sack
before I tied off the cords and ducts. He was ready to cut. My hand found his
huge rod again and I began stroking it. It got harder and even grew a little
more, in a few minutes he was ready. When the first white goo shot out I cut
his right nut out, a second later I snipped the remaining one. He was
pleading, I don’t think he knew he’d already lost his precious baby makers. I
watched at the thick rich cum turned red as it mixed with blood. That is
always my favorite part.
I held his nuts by their cords and put them in front of his face. He was
crying as I said, “Maybe you shouldn’t fuck your clients,” like he would ever
have that option again.
I left him tied there and met Joann at the Marriot Marque for lunch. We went
to one of there restaurants that served Tapas, the little dishes of Spain. It
was wonderful.
Respectfully Submitted
Thecia
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Cyber-Bitch Technologies: The Constrictor | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, SCI-FI | A faux advertisement for a product that does not exist, but should. | ` Cyber-Bitch Technologies brings you the latest advancements in ball-busting.
We have made the fantasy of automatic and wireless ball-busting a reality!
Women, now you can punish your man’s plums without even touching him!!! `
Introducing—The Constrictor! This coiled cuff fits snugly around a man’s
ballsack. With muscles modeled after the Boa Constrictor snake, The
Constrictor’s dual coil chambers (one for each ball) can constrict to the
maximum degree short of rupturing the testicles. Imagine—squeezing a man’s
balls within inches of their lives!!!
The Constrictor can be set to bust automatically. Perhaps you wish to bust
your man’s nuts for two minutes every hour or for thirty seconds once every 5
minutes—just set the timer and the strength and duration of each squeeze and
you can remind your man who’s boss of his balls as often as you want, even
when you’re not around!
The Constrictor can also be controlled by our Cyber Fingers analog glove.
Cyber Fingers responds to your hand movements. Squeeze an imaginary testicle
in the air and the The Constrictor’s coils will constrict. The tighter you
squeeze, the tighter the coils compress his kiwis!
Best of all, The Constrictor is Guaranteed Not To Damage the Testicles.*
Here are testimonies from satisfied customers:
“I bought The Constrictor on a whim. Now I never let my husband go anywhere
without it. He used to have straying eyes. Now every time he looks at another
woman I just remind him who's the boss of his balls!" (Rhode Island, US)
"I and my boyfriend love The Constrictor! I put it on him in the morning and
then I give him squeezes throughout the day whenever I feel like it. He says
it's like my hands never leave his scrotum." (Cambridge, UK)
For a premium fee, The Constrictor can be configured with a cellular
controller. Just dial up the number as though you were calling a friend's cell
phone, enter the settings you want, and The Constrictor will bust him as hard
and as long as you want! Pain to your man's testicles is as close as the
nearest phone!
*If The Constrictor's safety release is damaged or disabled, do not use it. Cyber-Bitch technologies assumes no responsibility for damage or destruction of the testicles if The Constrictor is misused.
Other stories by this author (ghost-writing for Ball Eater):
Two Guys Really Get Fucked
Coeds Discover Penectomy Porn
Castration Quickie One, Two, and Three
Memoir of a Student Teacher
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Sniper | STRAIGHT | "War - what is it good for ? Absolutely nothing !"Frankie goes to Hollywood | You could have called me a lucky man. I had a woman who loved me, a
son, a daughter and two dogs. I loved them all.
Then war came. I fighted as a sniper in a foreign land. When the
other ones didn`t hit the inner ring of the target, i hit a nutshell
at the same distance.
I was caught and became prisoner of war.
When they set me free, 15 years were gone. My dogs were dead, my
children didn`t recognize me and had children of their own, my wife
had married another man and lived with him in the house I once had
built. My life was ruined.
Somehow the president of my former state had survived and was now the
leader of a political party.
I remembered my old talent. I don`t mind if I get captured again or
if they will kill me. Here I lie on the roof.
I won`t hit him in the head. I won`t hit him in the heart. Nutshell,
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This Year's Model | Clit | A model makes the ultimate sacrifice to look good. | Linda finished the photo session and went to the changing room with her friend
Betsy. "He really liked your legs" said Betsy. "In fact he took more of your
legs than all the girls. I wish I had leg like yours. I think that you'll get
the part in their big campaign." Linda smiled. Yes, she had great legs, a
perfect flat tummy produced by working out every day and beautiful pert bum.
She was sure that she would get the part of the girl in the new ad campaign.
That meant money, travel, exotic locations, good hotels and her figure on
billboards over the world.
After changing she went to see her agent to see if a decision had been made.
It wasn't what she expected. "You mean Mavis got the job!" she wailed. "But
her legs and figure is nowhere as good as mine are."
"Well," said her agent. "thats right. The committee thought that your figure
was just what they want. Except for one problem."
"What is that?" asked Linda. "That is what they said about this in your
bikini." said her agent passing over one of the photos from the photo session.
Linda looked at the photo. There, sure enough was the enormous bulge of her
labia and hood, clearly visable in the photo of her in the tight bikini.
"Well, every girls got that." She said. Her agent passed across some other
photos of different girls. Although there were little creases there was
nothing so obviously female in their pictures. "You see" said her agent "they
don't want anything quite so", he paused as he thought for diplomatic words,
"quite so aggresively female in the pudenda department."
Linda went home very upset. Her career seemed blighted. That evening in the
gym she observed the other women in the shower. They all had minimal obviously
female labia. "Like a modern Swedish design" she thought. Hers were luxuriant
like some delicate orchid, with giant red lips and a huge pink tongue.
Next day she called the doctor who had arranged her boob job and asked for an
appointment with her plastic surgeon. Two days she arrived at his office and
was ushered into his consulting room. Linda explained the problem with some
difficulty. "You mean" said the doctor "that you want me to see if I can
perform labia reduction?" Linda confirmed that was what she wanted. Next she
undressed for an examination. The doctor sat her on the examination table and
she opened her legs. Did she hear a gasp? Yes, even the normally unemotional
doctor was excited by the beauty of her labia.
"Well" said the doctor, "it is possible, but I prefer not to o this kind of
operation. If you don't mind I'll ask my collegue, Dr Rosswell." Linda had no
objection, but was surprised to find that Dr Rosswell was a middle aged woman,
rather short and dumpy, with short cropped hair and a very abrupt manner.
"yes" said Dr Rosswell. "A simple operation, but I recomend a removal of the
hood and clitoris as well. Then you will achieve a completely smooth
appearance. No unsightly bumbs or lumps." Linda asked for some time to
consider this. Losing her clit sounded drastic, but on reflection she thought
that her career was more more important than a few seconds of pleasure. She
agreed to the operation. This was carried out under a full anesthetic by Dr
Rosswell at her private clinic. Dr Rosswell and her nurses all looked forward
to these operations, especially on young women as beautiful as Linda, where
they could fondle them and play with them as they slept.
It took Linda almost two months to fully heal, but she was soon back at work.
With a smooth crotch she was perfect for the sexless adverts for thongs and
panties. She didn't mind the lack of sex while she worked.
Then after a couple of years the work dried up. Her agent told her that
agencies were now looking for models that looked more like women. Linda spent
the rest of her life sexless and working in a fast food restaurant.
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Hustling | NULLIFICATION | Poetry | ` "Pardon me, sir," he said all smiles."
Would you like to buy my dick?"
"I've traveled seven miles."
"For free, you can have one lick."`
Real hard, in his hand,
He held his schlong.
His body, lean and tanned,
"What? Is something wrong?"
"I've owned it almost nineteen year."
"Enjoyed it so much, I had."
"So, now I have to sell it, I fear."
"I need some cash real bad."
"It's a nice piece of meat,
"With the hood still intact."
"Mighty fun to beat,
"Nine inches, and that's a fact."
The gentleman looked it over.
Then, he took his free lick.
"Just like finding a four leaf clover."
"You can't beat that with a stick."
"Okay, young man," he said.
"I'll purchase your prick."
He said, "I'm thankful that my dad
"Gave me such a big stick."
To barter, now is the time.
"You can't find something like this
"In any five and dime."
"It'll bring you pure bliss."
A price has been struck.
The men shook on the deal.
One nine inch penis, fifty buck,
The buyer thought it a steal.
No need to race,
So, to the clinic the men walked,
Strolling, a leisurely pace,
While making small talk.
"I hope there won't be a long wait."
There was quite a crowd.
The buyer thought this fate:
He would soon be quite proud.
"Hey, doc," the young man said,
"This man has bought my prick."
Doc replied, "Young man, I think you've been had,
"Only fifty bucks for this big stick?"
Upon the cutting board, the grand dick did flop.
"This won't take long:
"I'll have it off with one chop."
"And, you'll be a young man without such a long dong."
Doc felt it a shame,
What young men will do.
This schlong would bring fame.
If this young man only knew.
All that was left were his balls and sack,
After one quick cut with the ax.
There was no turning back.
Laid out right here are all the facts.
With his purchase, one man left,
Joyous, showing no shame.
While one was bereft
Of his claim to fame.
At home that night,
Alone in his room,
In the mirror, a young man looked with fright,
With still more bills to pay, and soon.
"I still have these,"
He said, while fondling his balls.
"I can sell them with great ease
"At school, in the halls."
The next day after gym,
In the showers, naked and wet,
"How much didya get for your dick?" asked Tim.
"You could've gotten more for the whole set."
At school, in the halls
With nuts all nice and clean,
He sold his two balls
Because times were lean.
This money won't last long.
Ten bucks each, highway robbery,
Young man, no dance, no song,
Could've won more playing the state lottery.
Do what young men will
In a republican economy.
What one needs to pay the bill:
Hustling, penectomy, castration, and sodomy.
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1218 AD | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, Minor? | Fanciful History | 1218 AD
The Egyptians had defeated the infidel. Not by force of arms but through
cunning. The large invading army of Crusaders had attack up through the
lowlands of the Nile Valley. Opening the reservoirs they were flooded out.
For her part Atima did not care for the infidels, even though she was Coptic
Christian. She felt no kinship with the Franks and agreed with the Muslims
that they were dirty, violent and uncultured. Still she had a job to do and
was if not accepted at least tolerated by the Muslims.
The Egyptians had captured over five hundred of the Crusaders. None of them
were Knights Templar as they and their sergeants and archers fought to the
death. Being a most gracious individual the Caliph offered the prisoners a
choice of converting. Those that refused to accept Islam were immediately
beheaded. Those that did accept conversion were sent to Atima for her special
talents.
She checked her preparations, her fine Damascus Steel Knife was sharp, she had
a good supply of straws and nearby was a bucket container tar and a brush. The
first of the captives was brought in by two large guards. The guards stretched
the boy out on the table and tied him spread eagled.
Atima was fascinated by the boys blond hair. He would be very popular in the
place he would be sent if he survived her hands. The guards pulled up his
tunic, exposing his genitals.
Stepping forward Atima smiled sweetly at the boy, this seemed to reassure him
until her hands grabbed his sack and she quickly sliced it off. He screamed a
high hollow scream, as she casually tossed his sack into a charcoal brazier.
Grapping his penis she sliced that away and he passed out. Quickly inserting a
straw into him so he could pee, she swabbed the area with tar.
The guards picked up the boy and made way for the next prisoner to receive
Atima’s care. Atima hid the bloody knife behind her back and smiled sweetly at
the at the next prisoner as he was tied to the table.
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My Handsome Surgeon (gay) | His blade is flashing in the beam of light. My breathing is deep as it will
ever get with the expectation of what is about to happen, myself laid ready
with my legs apart. I am naked save my
g-string, full with the thoughts of my ultimate sacrifice. The blade moves and
cuts my final clothing away, leaving exposed the focal point of my being with
him - this beautiful, handsome surgeon.
I have no need for pain relief, there is only place for sensual touch - his
touch, his knife. The first gentle stroke cuts into my scrotum between my
legs, turns up towards my penis and caresses across its base, then veers back
down to complete the incision. My living pouch separates and slips away from
me, my testicles left to be seen, full, exposed, naked, exciting - still
connected to my body by their tubes of life.
My testicles are cupped into his palm and taken into his waiting mouth, his
tongue embracing, exploring my unique nakedness. His lips close on my cords,
my manhood never to be seen again. He teases, savours each ball, almost
timelessly.............
................until the glinting, razor sharp blade severs the only
remaining connection my testicles have with me.
My final sperm shoots in ultimate orgasm from the tubes still winding from my
body.
I have been castrated.
My lover...........
My handsome surgeon............
My devourer................ | {
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Nick Perez Gets Tree Raped
(This was inspired by the 1st Evil Dead Movie)
Speeding along the streets by his home in Mountainside New Jersey,
17 year old stud Nick Perez-Santalla, was thrilled as ever that he
had a whole week off from School. Nick goes to a catholic school a
few towns over and although being a year behind in math and
science, Nick is one of the most popular guys in school. A junior,
he has blessed the school with his fantastic good looks. A cute
combo cross of Ben Afflect and David Boreanaz, only with a huge 11
inch cock and grapefruit sized low hanging nuts. A sexual marvel, a
fantasyy come true. His looks garunteed him a sex life of bliss and
he was highly admired by both sex's. On this bleak Spring Break,
he arranged to meet up with a bunch of his friends in a small
cabin in the far off woods in jersey near elizabeth where if the
bears and bugs don't scare you, the drunken pimps and bums would.
It was too be a week of camping, ruffing it, and extream usage of
drugs and tons of Gay & Straight sex. Nick was looking vastly
foward to it. It took a while but Nick finally arrived in the
cabin, only to find the place all beat up and crappy looking. Nick
also apparently got there first as he was the only one there. He
unloaded his stuff, including his pot stash, and waited. Hours
passed and no one came. It was pitch black out and got really
creepy. Nick heard a noise outside and thought it was one of his
friends playing a prank. Nick went outside to scare his friends. He
got out some silly sting and wipped cream and quietly creeped
outside the side door and saw a shadow go around the corner. Nick
jumped the corner and shot the shit at the wall thinking it was one
of his friends. Only no one was there. Nick got a little freaked
and searched the area to find no one. Nick then heard alot of
strange noises and decided to go back inside. Another hour passed
and Nick at the point of being really bored wipped out his 11 inch
cock and grapefruit size balls and started jack off to pass the
time. Just as Nick was to climax, someone started to knock like a
lunitic at the door. Thinking his friends had finally arrived Nick
shoved his equipment back in his pants, but being unable to walk
without having a tent pole sticking widly up in his pants. Nick
opened the door unsatisfied only to find no one there. Nick looked
around and it was empty. He closed the door and wiped out his shit
again, and just as he had started to beat off again, he heard the
door knock yet again. And as before no one was there. Fed up, Nick
slammed the door and beat off yet again. Only to hear knocking on
all the doors and walls of the cabin. Then a garbage can went
smashing through the window. Nick scared shitless grapped a lead
pipe and ran outside and jetted to his car, only to find the tire's
slashed. Nick looked around only to find no one there. Nick then
heard a women's scream in the woods and rushed in the woods only to
find no one. Then Nick though he heard something move. He noticed
movement but no one was there and it was so dark out he couldnt
make it out. Just then A bunch of Branches and vines entangled
Nick. Nick couldn't help but think, "What The Fuck". The branches
and vines dragged him towards a thin old tree. The branches then
started to tear his cloths off. Nick couldn;t beleave what was
happening to him. The vines started to wrap around his balls
arousing him. Nick got a huge hard on even though he was scared
shitless. The Branches wrapped around Nicks Huge Cock and stated to
beat him off. A tree beating him off. Nick though he was dreaming
but this was no dream. The branches got him lieing down and spread
his legs and slowly and painfully dragged him towards the thin
tree. The thin tree had a hole in it and the tree bended and
consumed Nicks cock and started to literly rape him. The hole in
the tree was so hard and crudded up that it hurt and made cuts
along his cock. Nick pleaded and started to cry and begged for it
to stop. But the tree kept humping his cock. 10 minutes of being
tree raped finally got to nick and he couldn't hold it in and shot
4 huge wet and warm loads in the tree. The tree then dismounted
from Nicks abused and damaged cock and slouched back to the way it
was. The branhes and vines still had a hold over him though and
wouldn't let go. Just then the branches dragged Nick by a thorn
bush and then the thorn bush's small but sharp braches cut up and
ruppted his precious and big ball sac. It hurt like hell and then a
huge branch went ramming into his sac shooting boold and sperm
everywhere though the holes. A few more hits and Nicks testicles
popped and broke like water ballons. Nicks life was ruined. He
would never have children and would never get hard again. He lost
his man hood. Then the thorn bush got on his sac again and
violently ripepd and cut the remains off severing his man hood
forever. The big branch then smashed into the small seperated sac
shooting Nicks testicle matter into his eyes. Nick was a mess. He
was Physiclly and mentally ruined. He thought the worst was over,
but it wasn;t. Nicks Cock was still hard and huge and the branhes
kept him standing up while the big bad branch started stamping on
the base of his cock. After a few smashings, a loud crack ecohed
through the woods and Nick 's once mightly cock broke off from his
body and poor Nick was forever ruined. Not only had he lost his
ability to have children, but also his ability to piss standing up.
This was too much for Nick and he passed out. Then Day came and the
vines and branhes let go of him and lost any form of life and went
back to normal. Nick woke up only to see it day and now he had
nothing. He lost all his worth of living and walked away crying.
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Poor Wayne | STRAIGHT | Stuck as a virgin | Wayne was a young star on his football team. Despite all his bragging he was
still a virgin. He was kidnapped by the cross town rivals cheerleaders. He
found he was tied naked with his legs spread wide apart. He saw five of the
cheerleaders naked in front of him and his penis was rock hard.
He was confused and embarrassed to be naked and hard in front of such
beautiful women. One took a razor and shave off all his hair around his groin.
He saw all the women put on strap ons. He was then place faced down on the bed
and all of them raped his tender ass for hours. Despite his fear and his pain
Wayne shot out a lot of cum from the pressure deep in his ass. He was begging
to stop the rape, but they continued for a long time. They then rolled him
over and laughed at his swollen red penis and the cum all over.
One asked if he was a virgin still, and wayne found no reason to lie at this
time. They laughed and told him to beg to remain a virgin. He shook his head
and said he could not do that. One of them brought over a nut cracker. Wayne
had never thought of this as a torture device. She took his young ball in the
vice and told him to beg to die a virgin. She continued to crush the orb and
finally Wayne screamed to be a virgin. They all laughed at this and soon his
ball burst from the pressure.
Wayne was hoping and begging they would now leave him alone and he still could
have sex with the remaining ball. Another girl started to crush his final ball
and for some reason his penis shot out some more cum. Now he was at the place
of remaining a proud man or becoming a pathetic sexless boy. Right before he
lost all of the ball; they stopped and Wayne was so relived.
They then told him the horrible truth of what they hoped to do to him. They
learned a nerve in the penis allows it to become erect or be flaccid. They
would cut that nerve and then Wayne would not have the capability of having an
erection. The single ball would cause him to feel great desire but no way of
relieving the pressure.
Wayne now was facing a horrible future; always longing to be a man and
stepping away from being a virgin but trapped in the virgin state. Laughing
the girls quickly cut the nerve and now Wayne was stuck with a tiny penis and
a huge desire for sex. They kept him captive for several days begging and
playing with his small hairless penis and to his horror Wayne could only pant
with desire.
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A real Young man's real life wish | GAY, TG | A College boy wishes some day he can be a boy with a pussy. | My Future, new life.
I have already envisioned myself what my life will be like in a few years. I
am tired who I am right now and what to be something new. I always had that
dream, that fantasy, one day it will come true. I am taking about a new person
that I really wanted to be.
I have heard of different body alterations that people went through. Men
became ladies and ladies became men. Men became transvestites and some women
became men with pussies. Some women became men and kept their pussies, like
Buck Angel. Then, there are hermaphrodites, men and women having opposite sex
organs. I admire Chance Ryder who was a hermaphrodite and had kept his born
pussy, but unfortunately died of depression.
Some people want to be gays. Men love each other, and so do women. Some love
to dress opposite clothes, like men wearing dresses and stockings, while women
wear white t-shirts, jeans, and a baseball cap.
We all humans have equal rights. As explain above, people alter their sex and
body. Want I want to do is to have a GRS operation without ever taking
hormones. I will ask to alter only the genitals. I just want to go in there
and ask if I could only have a vagina and nothing further. I do not want
plastic surgery and breast development. I want my man chest, stomach, smooth
man legs and man face and vagina, a shaved pussy. That would make my life
happy. I want it to happen.
In a couple of weeks, when my pussy is healed, I will throw all my man clothes
except tight long sleeve shirts and tank tops out to the trash. I will have to
buy thigh-high dresses, short skirts, girls t-shirts, bathing suits, low-heels
pumps, and a closet size of sheer-to-waist pantyhose without cotton gusset.
When I wake and go to the mirror, I should see me in my mustache face, tight-
sleeved shirt, and in pantyhose and my pussy. Daily routine is in the morning
is to brush teeth, shave, poop, shower and put on my dress, or shirt and
skirt, or shirt and pantyhose on and eat breakfast and go out and sleep with a
boyfriend.
Anonymous
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The Lottery | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | When his girlfriend joins a radical feminist groups, a man is exposed to a bizarre ritual, known as \"The Lottery\", where the chosen one wins a life of unquenchable longing, emotional pain and eternal anguish... | ` THE LOTTERY `
By
Otis
PART I – THE SEEDS OF ADDICTION
I swear she must have been a witch. An enchantress. A being of superior
powers.
She must have been. That’s the only explanation for my foolhardiness. The only
answer to the question now burned into my mind eternal.
Why? Why did I do it? How could I have been so dim?
And now she is gone from my life, like a whisper on the wind. My sacrifice –
not at all unique, but in fact common to the club and its perverse contest.
A lottery where the chosen one wins a life of unquenchable longing, emotional
pain and eternal anguish.
It all started with a rather vanilla fetish – femdom. The thought of
surrendering to a woman, being her nude servant, made my cock throb. My
girlfriend at the time, Meg, indulged me and quickly grew to like it. She was
like a sponge, soaking up the sweet nectar of dominance for the very first
time. Like me, she could not get enough.
Then things began to change, slowly at first. Our private indulgences led to
her attendance at the meetings of a radical feminist group.
Since the meetings were restricted to applicants and members, all of whom were
women, the real agenda of the organization remained a mystery to me.
Meg and I lived together in a state of perpetual femdom heaven, except when we
had guests. That was the only proviso, and to that we both agreed. I mean, no
way was I walking around nude, imprisoned by the teeth of a Kali chastity tube
and leather ball leash, in front of my mother.
Life at home was fantastic. My cock was rock hard all the time. Though I was
not permitted release as often as I liked, that was half the fun, and the
point of the whole lifestyle really. To give up control of my cock to my
girlfriend. Even now, writing these words, my balls churn and I feel the
phantom pain of a rock-solid, Kali hard-on.
One night Meg arrived home from a meeting, her cheeks flush with excitement,
she explained that she had been invited to join the club. It was a great
honor. She refused to tell me more, except that as part of her acceptance, she
had this evening been witness to a great ceremony known as “The Lottery.”
The second stage of membership required her to host a party for select senior
members of the group. Then she stunned me for perhaps the first time in our
relationship. Meg explained that at the party, I would serve our guests nude
and in full submissive mode. There would even be a segment of the party where
I would, with great ceremony, be released from the painful bonds of the Kali
tube, and subjected to painful cock and ball torture.
She assured me that no attempt would be made to cause permanent injury. In
fact, only twice in seven years had a slave – this word caught my ear – been
permanently injured. One lost a testicle, but still retained the other, so no
big deal, she said. The other slave was not so fortunate. His penis was
snapped completely in half, fractured, and he was forever robbed of his
ability to achieve an erection.
What she was explaining was like a thousand daggers through my heart. A
complete violation of our sacred pact. Yet, I don’t think my cock had ever
been this erect. Kali’s teeth were sinking into sensitive skin. I expected
blood to pour from the steel spikes at any moment.
What if these other women exposed us/me? What if word of our lifestyle became
public knowledge. I would be mortified, not to mention ruined. Nevertheless, I
lacked the strength, desire or will to say “no.”
The night of the party, I was petrified. Then Meg glided from the bedroom, her
black heels spiked, her dress short, her face alight with the flames of a
bonfire.
My cock was throbbing beneath the cold steel of Kali’s grip.
The doorbell rang. I froze. Meg raised her brow. I submitted.
There were eleven women in all, fewer than I expected, as I knew club
membership exceeded one hundred. At first, I was largely ignored. Carrying
trays of wine and hors d’oeuvres, I was only relevant when something ran low.
The women acted as if a chastised, nude male, serving drinks to a group of
fully clothed women was the most natural occurrence in the world. This
attitude made my cock drool with precum. One woman even commented to Meg that
her slave was leaking. This remark signaled the commencement of my torture
session.
I was secured to a beam in the center of our living room. The women then began
to taunt me. A soft cock, and I would be safe from danger. An erect cock, and
well, accidents do happen. In my mind’s eye, I heard the snapping of the poor
soul’s fractured penis. The sound was deafening, and when Kali was unlocked,
the hardest erection of my life sprang forth from its cage. It was so rigid,
it literally throbbed with every racing beat of my heart. Precum ran from the
dark purple helmet like a river overflowing its banks.
The women seemed to appraise my/their appendage with a knowing gaze. Suddenly,
a hat appeared and a heavy-set woman of forty or so, plucked a scrap of paper
from it. A big smile played across her face. “Penis whip,” she said.
On the coffee table, an array of implements were displayed. The woman chose a
frayed leather quirt. She ran her index finger along the underside of my stiff
shaft, smiled, then proceeded to beat my rigid cock, mercilessly.
Though it did not draw blood, the whipping hurt like hell – especially the
blows to the bloated purple head – quickly causing my erection to subside.
Someone shouted, “I believe he needs sustenance,” which drew hearty laughter.
Meg approached with a glass of wine. “Drink this,” she whispered.
Inexplicably, the women went back to chatting, as if I weren’t there. A few
minutes later, my skin began to tingle, and my cock to harden and rise. The
wine must have been drugged. Meg had mentioned that several club members were
medical doctors.
I did not think it possible, but my cock was even harder than before. It
pulsed and throbbed, waiting for its torture, in a state of what can only be
described as unnatural hardness, like the firmest of hardwoods. Purple from
head to shaft to base, its veins bulged obscenely over its entirety.
The same woman approached. “Now that’s more like it.” The quirt rose and fell
like lightening, repeatedly flashing its power in the midst of a storm.
The pain was unbelievable. No blood or lacerations. No apparent “damage.” But
the intense pain was searing my very soul.
The women were very aroused now. I realized they were all attired similarly --
high heels and short dresses, sans panties. And many were now frigging their
engorged clits -- even my Meg – as my helpless penis was relentlessly
assaulted.
The games continued late into the night. At various times, my cock, balls,
scrotum and urethra were assailed. Though different methods were used, all
were painful and directed at my genitals.
PART II – THE FINAL INITIATION
Three months later, the time for the club’s next “lottery” arrived. Meg
informed me that the entire club would be present -- all one hundred thirty
members -- and that each would bring a slave. Upon arrival, the first one
hundred slaves to enter the chamber would be assigned a number, corresponding
to their order of arrival. The last thirty to arrive would be spared the
drawing, and instead would be subjected to cock and ball torture, as a sort of
preliminary entertainment. The lottery exemption also applied to newbies,
slaves attending for the first time.
On Saturday night, I was blindfolded by Meg and driven to the club’s secret
location. I was attired in a robe, beneath which I wore only a Kali chastity
tube. Upon arrival, I was stripped of the robe, and led to the entrance by my
ball leash.
Once inside, I saw slaves with numbers from one to a hundred, taped to their
bare backs. Like theirs, my hands were now cuffed.
I noticed one Mistress was wearing an odd-looking gold pendant, shaped like a
hardened penis. As Meg mingled, dragging me by my balls, I observed a few
other women wearing similar pendants.
Through the night, the thirty slaves exempted from the lottery were subjected
to various on-stage genital tortures, including whipping, flogging, kicking
and the like. As a newbie, I was spared this activity as well, though this
exemption did not stop my caged cock from expanding even further into Kali’s
sharpened spikes.
God, I was turned on! All of these powerful women, totally in control of one
hundred thirty hard and helpless cocks.
At the appointed hour, all chastity devices were removed, and a hundred plus
erect cocks sprang to attention. I swear I heard women purring.
On stage, the club’s founder walked into the spotlight. The tension was
palpable. Something big was about to happen. As a newbie, I was among a mere
handful of ignorant souls. Everyone else was in the know and very excited.
Slaves were thrown to their knees and ordered to lick pussy. Rigid cocks,
though untouched, pulsed and throbbed, purple heads glistening with precum.
It had been two months since Meg had let me cum. Part of the lottery rules,
she said. The same for all slaves, she said. Her refusal to permit my release
did not stop her from incessantly teasing me. On a nightly basis, she would
spread her legs and order me to service her.
Once a week, she would tie me up, remove the Kali tube and tease me with her
fingers and tongue, always careful to deny my climax. I would buck and thrust
into empty air, desperate for relief that was never to arrive. My engorged
cock jerked in vain, until my blue balls ached with pent-up desire. Then she
would hit, slap and punch my full balls, before imprisoning my cock back in
its cage.
On stage, the lottery machine spit out a numbered ball. The Headmistress
called number “sixty-six.”
A man screamed. “Please no. Not my cock. I never thought it would be my cock.”
He was quickly gagged and dragged to the stage by his leashed balls. His
cuffed hands writhed behind his straining back.
The stage curtains were drawn shut. The women chattered excitedly. I also
noticed that every cock in the room was solidly erect and seemed to be
throbbing in anticipation of what was about to happen. Meg ordered me to lick
her pussy.
Then the loudspeaker commanded the attention of all toward the stage. All
slaves rose. Everyone was to behold the event.
The “lottery winner” was bound tightly to a pole, secured at the shoulders,
pelvis and ankles. He was gagged. Abject terror resided behind his eyes.
The Headmistress announced it was time. Another number was spit out by the
machine -- thirty-six. Some women cursed in disappointment, but that quickly
subsided as Mistress thirty-six sprinted to the stage.
She approached the bound slave and began to tease his violently hard cock. He
was terrified, but hard as granite -- either out of perverse excitement, or
perhaps some drugged wine. No matter. His eight inch cock was rock hard, and
she stroked, licked and teased it, careful not to let him cum.
Then she grabbed a leather strap from a nearby table and wound it tightly
around the very base of his hard, throbbing erection. The restriction of blood
flow out caused the cock to darken and expand to even greater proportions. The
darkened, purple cock drooled precum. The Headmistress call a halt.
A pelvis-high table was wheeled to the slave. The winning Mistress removed a
cloth, revealing some sort of device, the use for which I was unsure. There
was a hole, a blade…
I almost came when it hit me. It was a cock guillotine. Surely, they weren’t
going to…
His cock was jabbed at the hole, but is was so engorged from the constriction
that it would not fit. The man continued to struggle in vain.
The mistress used a tube of jelly to lightly grease the erect, throbbing cock.
It was then wedged into the hole, all the way to the base. A rope was tied to
hold the slave’s hips to the machine.
As the hole was merely a half inch in length from front to back, that left
seven and a half inches of solid throbbing cock jutting from the other side.
Meg was moaning, as she throttled her swollen clit. It seemed the entire
female presence in the place was groaning, while the men stared glassy-eyed at
the spectacle, rigid cocks bobbing up and down with the collective pounding of
their hearts.
The Headmistress instructed the lottery winner to proceed at her leisure. She
grabbed a single feather from the table and lightly ran it along the underside
of the erect purple cock, concentrating on the frenulum, still careful not to
let him cum.
A doctor approached with a hypo and injected the cock at its base. Meg teased
my rigid member, while whispering in my ear. “A drug to congeal blood and
veins. In three minutes, that cock will be hard like rubber. No bleeding,
death or shrinkage. And all sensation remains, that is until cock is separated
from man.”
She gave me one good stroke, the stopped and went back to massaging her own
erect clit. The moaning of women was now very loud.
It was time. The terrified man on stage was ungagged. “Please, not my cock.”
The mistress gently placed a finger to his quivering lips. “This cock is done
for. Its already been rendered useless to you by the drug. This you know.”
The slave was crying. He nodded through tears. “It has only one use now. Do
you give it willingly? Your answer matters not, for we will take it
regardless.
The slave was unable or unwilling to acknowledge the plain truth. His
violently hard cock was a goner. “Like hard rubber,” Meg had said.
My cock was pulsing now, up and down like a metronome. God, I wanted to cum.
My senses were overwhelmed. I could not believe what I was seeing. Were they
really going to chop this guy’s cock off?
Then an epiphany: The gold pendants were real cocks. I moaned, was about to
spurt, when Meg gave my balls a hard smack. “Don’t embarrass me.”
At the next meeting, Mistress thirty-six would be wearing this guy’s still-
hardened cock around her neck. My loins ached with fevered lust. Someday, that
could be my cock trapped in the machine, I thought.
Suddenly, the handle was pulled. The sharp blade sped toward the doomed cock.
SWISH! The large, erect cock was lopped off. It fell with a PLOP into the
waiting wicker basket.
I came.
Unfortunately, no one had warned me of the penalty for cumming. Ten minutes
later it was my erect cock helplessly trapped in the machine.
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From the Rocky Mountain News | PENECTOMY | Article from Newspaper | ` Man finds human penis in bottle of fruit punch `
Police don't know if crime is involved
By Tillie Fong, News Staff Writer
COMMERCE CITY -- Police say a man found a penis Thursday in a bottled drink he
purchased at a grocery store.
"For us, it's a mystery," said Elaine Rowe, spokeswoman for Commerce City
police.
"We don't know if there is a crime involved. This could be a fraud, mutilation
or attempted homicide."
Thursday morning, Juan Sanchez-Marchez, 41, a machine operator at Foothills
Mail and Supply, was at work, taking his usual sips from a 20-ounce bottle of
Ora Potency Fruit Punch.
After he had downed about two-thirds of the bottle, he found something in the
opaque red drink.
He called over his 16-year-old son, Manuel, who also works at the shop. His
boss told him that it looked like a penis and to report it to the police.
A pathologist with the Adams County coroner's office determined it was a
3-inch segment of human penis. It was cleanly cut at the base.
Authorities do not know whether the body part came from an adult or juvenile,
or whether it had been taken from a cadaver or a living person.
A DNA test will be conducted on the penis, in case it may be related to an
ongoing Adams County investigation where various body parts, including a head
and part of a leg, have been found but not identified.
The Ora Potency Fruit Punch comes in a clear glass bottle with a label.
Sanchez-Marchez said the top was intact when he opened it.
"It's a very hard top to get off," he said.
Police do not believe that Sanchez-Marchez put the penis in the bottle.
"He's a very credible witness," Rowe said.
The drink was purchased Wednesday from the King Soopers at 6040 E. 65th Ave.
Sanchez-Marchez bought six bottles. Nothing was found in the others.
The product has been taken off the shelves at the store and from other King
Soopers in the metro area.
A King Soopers spokesperson could not be reached for comment late Friday.
Rowe said the drink was dated at least a year ago and was bottled at a plant
in Pittsburgh.
"They said there was no way it could have occurred there," she said.
"It's a mystery where it came from and how it got into this bottle."
September 29, 2001
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STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A cruel Nurse arrives to 'deal with' a sex offender. (My first posting here). | Nurse's Prisoner.
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Master Santino Part 5 The Party | GAY, TESTICLES | The party after Freedom Night at THE ARENA | ` Master Santino was very pleased with the evening so far. The crowd had
enjoyed the entertainment and his coffers would be added to greatly. Also the
two new slaves from the Freedom Nuts ranks were very hot. It was time to enjoy
himself. `
He made his way from the arena floor to the large party room. Along the way he
saw several of the crowd also making their way to the room, but in a few cases
some of them were leaving. Not a problem as he knew that the scene was not for
everyone. There would be others to fill in their places on future nights. He
got to the room which had not been opened yet. The crowd of young men moved
out of the way and a path was open to him. He observed that many of the cocks
were hard and ready for action.
Entering the room, a silver goblet of wine was placed in his hand. One would
be offered to each person as they arrived it they wished. He stepped to one
side and surveyed the room. The room was in the shape of a square with a high
ceiling. There were five circular, raised stages in the room. These were
raised about 3 feet above the floor. They were in the four corners and one in
the middle. Only the one in the middle was covered with deep carpet. In this
case it was blue. The others had various items on them. The main floor had
numerous large fluffy pillows scattered. Everything was ready. He motioned the
door opened and the men came in.
There were about 18 of the Freedom Nuts that came to the party. Caleb was one
of those. As Caleb waited for the doors to open a couple of the guests from
the second level approached him and offered sexual favors. Most of the Nuts
were also being offered all kinds of sexual activities. Caleb thought that
this was worth it all. His cock had been denied release until now and these
men were more than willing to drain him. He grabbed two of the guys and when
the door opened he pulled them in with him and the three of them were soon
naked and sweating on the soft pillows. A couple of others joined the trio and
one left. This night, partners would change often and quickly.
Then a commotion happened at the main middle dais. The victor of the night,
Rick, entered the ring and stepped onto the stage. This night the dais was his
and only those he wanted would be allowed. He stood there and listened to the
cheers and congratulations from others. He spotted a friend that he had not
seen since he had been enslaved and smiling, invited him up to the stage. The
two were soon in a embrace. The raised stage assured that all in the room
could see the two. Rick was the king of the party. Anything he wanted was his.
He was feeling good. He was now free and had money. He turned his friend
around and quickly forced him to the floor and started fucking.
The group around the dais cheered and then turned their attention to the other
stages that were being set up. On the first one the slave that had been
battling his brother and won was being strung up. Ropes were extended from the
rafters and the slave was strung upside down by his legs which were pulled
apart. The arms were pulled downward and tied to the floor. The result was
that the lean male body was completely helpless with his mouth at crotch
level. His mouth had been pried open and an open hole gag held his mouth open.
His cock and balls were open and vulnerable. The attendants then stepped back
and the crowd descended on the helpless slave. The first guy in line, which
was one of the Nuts, stepped forward and shoved his cock into the slave and
down his throat. At the same time he slapped the balls. This night the slave
would be used many many times by the horny crowd. There was no limit to the
number of times. During the night he would be taken down and spread so his ass
could be used. The abusers were also encouraged to punish the slave’s balls.
There were two more stages to be filled and the centers of attention for those
stages were just being brought onto the party floor. The last stage would not
be used this night.
Daniel begged and pleaded as two slaves took him from the arena. They had
grabbed his arms and bound them high up his back. At that time his balls were
released and he was finally free of the hole. A quick trip to a back room
where he was shaved as ordered. All hair was shaved from his latino body. He
stared at the knife as his little bit of hair on his lip was the first to go.
The hair around his balls was the last to go and in between the two slaves had
fun scraping his head, chest, legs free of their covering. As the knife
denuded his balls, the balls shrunk into his body in fear. He was then led
down to the party room, perhaps carried would be a better description. The
entire time he was begging, pleading to be free but to no avail.
He was joined outside the party room by two slaves forcing Josh to the room
also. Josh had not been shaved as Master Santino thought the light blond hair
framed the cock and balls and also framed that cute little nose. Josh was not
begging, he had resigned himself to the fact that for the next month he would
be a slave but then he would have a chance to earn his freedom. He looked at
Daniel and thought that he should be able to take him in a contest, depending
of course of the contest. They were never the exact same.
The two Nuts, now slaves, were brought into the room and each was taken to a
different stage. Daniel was bent forward over a rail set up on his stage. His
legs and arms were both outstretched and tied to the floor. He was now bent
double with his ass and mouth both at cock level. A small pail was tied to the
balls and then the workers stepped back. The guests had already lined up and
his friend was the first to step forward. He had wanted to get into the ass
for a while and he was going to enjoy himself. He wasted no time and as Daniel
screamed another cock was slammed into his mouth. Both men had been handed a
small metal ball and when they finished they put the ball into the pail. When
the pail, which could hold 50 balls, was full Daniel would be done for the
night.
Josh was taken to the other stage and instead of being bound face down, he was
bound face up. Two rails at his hips and shoulders supported his weight, still
allowing access to his ass and mouth. A pail was also attached to his balls.
This would be long night for the two.
Master Santino stood to one side watching the action. He always enjoyed the
parties. While THE ARENA was very popular, and he knew the reason that men
flocked to the events was to see men castrated, he really preferred the party
scene. That is why he limited the amount of men made into eunuchs to one each
night. He did not consider the slaves bought from other cities as men. He had
been upset during the night that one of the rich guests in one of the luxury
boxes had unmanned a boy during the night’s event. He had to put a stop to
this or no man would come if there was not discipline and some form of safety.
He had spoken to Titus, his big black eunuch who now approached him.
“Chris is the one that did it. This is the second time he has done it. And yes
he was warned before.” Master Santino looked around the room and spotted Chris
with a couple of the Nuts in the midst of a --well a cluster--of naked bodies.
He knew that Chris was a rich son of a person in politics. He gave Titus an
order. “Watch him closely and do not allow him to harm anyone tonight. When he
is done restraint him and then throw him in jail. We will have a punishment
night.”
Master Santino sighed. He did not like punishment nights but they were
necessary. Chris was not going to like that night.
He surveyed the room. Rick now had invited several others onto the stage and
was enjoying himself. The bought slave’s mouth was being used. Daniel had ten
balls in his pail and Josh had nine. Titus was close to Chris and several
guests were caressing Titus and he was returning the attention. Master Santino
stripped off his black silver studded black jock and looked around. He spotted
Caleb in one of the ‘knots’ of young men. He smiled and went to join them.
Next--Punishment Night.
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JESSICA FINDS A NEW HUSBAND | STRAIGHT, WARNING, TESTICLES | Jessica is borrowed of making love with his husband and takes a final decision. | Copy of "How I Shrank My Husband's Crotch" by Castratrix.
Edited copy by Jessica pulled.
The real story is here:
http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/H/ea_4835how_i_sh.htm
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The 'affair | STRAIGHT, TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Ted is seduced by his wife's lover and loses everything | `
# The Affair
`
Hi! My name is Ted. I have been my wife’s slave for the last 10 years. She
keeps me locked in a chastity belt. If I am very lucky she permits me to cum
once or twice a year. Otherwise I have to make due with being milked every 2
months. I must do all of the house work and orally service my wife as she
wishes. Lately my wife has been becoming more and more dominant. She has been
talking about having my man hood remove. She thinks the idea of having me de
manned is very exciting. Lately she has not said anything about having me
nullified.
She has become good friends with a lady in her office named Wanda. Linda, my
wife has often invited Wanda over to our house. She introduced me as her
chastised husband. Wanda became very interested. She asked if she could see my
locked up manhood. Linda was only too glad to comply. I was immediately
ordered to strip and reveal to Wanda my cock and balls locked up in an Access
Denied belt. Wanda loved it and said seeing my locked up cock and balls turned
her on. Linda ordered me to provide Wanda with oral service. I took care of
her as Linda ordered.
The 2 women were together almost every evening. Often I was bound and had to
watch both of them make love to each other. More often than not I provided
both of them with oral sex. Wanda came up with the idea that she should keep
the keys to my cock and balls. That way I could not talk Linda into letting me
have relief. Linda was only too happy to agree. Wanda took the keys.
Now there was no hope of my getting any relief other than being milked. Both
women became more and more demanding. They began to dress me as a women and
torture me while I was bound.
One day I was at the grocery getting things for the evening meal. I ran into
Wanda.
She Said, “Ted, I have your keys, how would you like some relief.”
Since I had now been locked up for more than a year without having had a
climax, I readily agreed. We went to Wanda’s place.
Wanda bound me naked standing spread eagle to posts in her basement. She
unlocked my cock and balls. She gave an excellent blow job which resulted in a
terrific climax for me.
Wanda locked me back up. I dressed, sat down and had coffee with her.
The next thing I knew I was trying to move. I wondered why I couldn’t move my
arms and legs. As I became aware of my surroundings, I saw I was in a sterile
room locked to what appeared to be an operating table. My legs were clamped in
shackles above my head and my wrist were secured under the table. I couldn’t
move.
Three women came into the room. Linda, Wanda and a lady, who I did not
recognize, dressed completely in white.
Linda said, “So Ted, you couldn’t keep from having an affair with Wanda. Now
you have to pay the price. The lady dressed in white is Brionne. She is a
surgical nurse and specializes in male genital problems. At our request she is
going to remove your cock and balls.
I yelled, screamed and tired to squirm. The only thing I could do was scream.
I couldn’t move.
Brionne said, “I can’t stand all of that noise. Do something about it.”
Wanda produced a large penis gag. She pinched my nose closed. When I opened my
mouth to breathe, she strapped the gag in place. I could now only make little
muffled groans.
Brionne produced a razor and shave cream. She made short work of my pubic
hair. Then she soaked my entire genital area in an antiseptic solution. She
let them rest there a few minutes. The solution really burned.
Brionne said, “It looks like he’s ready. Are you sure you want them off?”
Linda said, “He had an affair without my permission. Besides he’s only been
able to use that equipment one or two times in the last 5 years. It’s of no
use to me. Remove it.”
Brionne pulled a cart over to where I was secured. She began by cutting my
ball sack. She clamped off the appropriate arteries. Then with one quick slice
my balls and sack dropped into a pan.
Brionne said, “I want him to see his penis being severed from his body. That
way he will know he has been nullified. Then I’ll knock him out while I do the
surgery to reposition his urinary tract.”
Wanda held a mirror so I could see the entire process. Brionne slid a sound up
the urinary tract of my penis until she felt it reach the proper spot. Then I
watched her take a scalpel and lice around the base of my penis as close to my
body as she could. I yelled from the pain but only produced a groan.
Brionne quickly clamped off the bleeders. Then she said, “Time to go sleepy
by.”
Brionne gave me a shot and I was out.
When I awoke I was shackled to a bed. Brionne came in and said, “Every thing
is going well. You should be up an around in a few days.
True to her word I was up and walking at the end of three days. After about 3
months I was completely healed.
Since I was now useless for intercourse, I had to service Wanda and Linda
orally as they wished. One day they had me bound and helpless for a whipping.
They gave me a severe whipping. Then Linda tightly hog tied me. Then Linda
dropped a bombshell.
“Ted since you are now of no use as a man you might as well become a woman.
You’re going to the transgender clinic where you will become female instead of
male. You will have a vagina. However since your male apparatus has been
removed you will have no feeling in it. “Come and get him Ladies.”
Two ladies that looked strong enough to lift a ton came in and carried me out
to a van.
When I was returned to Linda and Wanda I was a complete transsexual. Linda
changed my name to Theodora.
Epilogue:
Linda divorced me. And I became Linda and Wanda’s maid. Linda and Wanda became
full time lovers.
Be careful about letting your significant other chastise you. You may get more
than you wish.
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Penis eating fish | PENECTOMY | A news article about a fish that eats penises | ` Genital-biting fish terrorise village `
06jul01
TWO Papua New Guinea fishermen have bled to death after piranha-like river
fish bit off their penises.
The fish, which zero in on urine, have struck terror among villagers along the
Sepik River, in north-western PNG.
Authorities believe the killer fish is an introduced member of the South
American pacu family and relative of the piranha.
In both of last month's fatalities, the fish demonstrated a trait of the
piranha by following a trail of urine in the water, swimming to its source and
then biting it off with razor-sharp teeth.
Some believe the killer may be a food-source fish introduced from Brazil in
1994 by the United Nations Food and Agricultural Organisation and the PNG
National Fisheries Authority.
However marine biologist and aquaculturist Ian Middleton said he believed they
were a different species, introduced from across the PNG-Indonesia border.
He denied the fish were the descendants of the pacu introduced to the Sepik
River in 1994 and to the Ramu River at Madang in 1997 as a protein substitute.
"The killer fish have the most human-like teeth on the bottom jaw I have ever
seen and quite possibly feed on insects," he said, while the pacu introduced
by the FAO and NFA grew to 20kg and had no teeth.
Mr Middleton said he believed the killer fish had started biting humans
because of a lack of naturally occurring food.
"The reason for biting people on their genitals I believe is a result of the
fish detecting a chemical change," he said.
Mr Middleton said this was well documented in the Amazon, where piranhas
attack in response to urine or blood.
He said people along the Ramu River were harvesting the introduced pacu
without any reports of attacks on humans.
"I do not believe . . . the FAO and the NFA would be stupid enough to
introduce such a hazardous species, nor any relative of the piranha," Mr
Middleton said.
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Sold TWO | STRAIGHT, BDSM | Continuation of SOLD - restraints and chastity device applied | Sold Two
Ronny was helped down from his bondage and stood naked in front of his new
owners. “I am Francisco Valdez, and you are my property. What is yourname.
“Ronny”, the boy replied. “Ronny, Master”, he corrected, “you will address me
as Master and my children as Miss or Sir”. “Yes, Master”, he quickly added.
Andrea spoke up immediately, “No. Daddy, this is my slave and I wish for the
slave to address me as Mistress. Jose had the last one”!
“Andrea, this is a new slave and must be trained in obedience. I will be the
one”, Jose protested. “Daddy”, Andrea pleaded. “She is right. Billy was a
complete failure and we were lucky to get our money back when we sold
hisuseless ass”. “Yes, Father”, Jose almost whispered as he glared at the
slave.
“Daddy, I promise, I will train him well”. “Andrea, this is your first slave.
I would have preferred you to have a girl slave for obvious reasons”. “Have
him castrated”, Jose said. “No”, Andrea screamed, “Billy became fat and
lazyafter you had his balls cut off. This slave will remain intact”.
“May I be of assistance”, a white-haired man asked. “And who are you”,
Francisco asked? “I am Simon, of Slave Outfitters. Forgive me, but I could not
help but over-hear your conversation with your children in regard to yournew
slave. Maybe I can help”. “How so”? “Sire, I have been in the business of
providing chains and other restraints to slave owners for years. Please, allow
me to show you my wares”. Simon led them to a van and opened a large door in
the side.
“This slave is new and must be regarded as a dangerous escape risk. Most
slaves escape during the first ninety days of servitude. He requires ankle
chains”. “Agreed”, Francisco said. “You will need handcuffs too and I have
those that connect to the ankle chains. These are not permanent and can be
removed with a key. The slave will need two collars; one leather to be
wornnormally and a heavier metal one for chaining up at night unless you would
prefer wooden stocks”. “Stocks”, Andrea asked? “Yes. Wooden stocks thatsecure
the slaves’s ankles and wrists. Padlocks are placed on the stocks and the
slave remains there until released. This has proven to be extremely effective
in preventing masturbation”. Francisco clapped the man on his shoulder and
said, “You are my man”.
“Thank you sire. However, forgive me, but I must address your concerns about a
naked, teenaged, slave being with your daughter. Now, I would notsuggest that
she might even consider toying with this lowly slave; but, whynot add another
protection that leaves the boy’s balls intact”? Simon turnedand produced a
ring and a metal cage. “This goes behind his balls and his penis goes in here.
He is secured with a small lock”. “Excellent”, Franciscopraised, Do it”. Simon
came out of the van and stood in front of the terrifiedslave and ordered,
“Legs wide”. Ronny closed his eyes as he felt the man’s hands on his balls and
dick. “Size seven”, he announced. Minutes later he placed the device on
Ronny’s sex and was handing the key to Francisco whenAndrea’s hand flashed out
and took it. “She has a mind of her own”, he helplessly told Simon. Simon
laughed and then went about securing the boy’sankles and wrists in chains.
Last came the leather collar. “I will have the stocks in place at you estate
prior to sunset”, he assured Francisco. Simon was paid and Andrea went into
her coat pocket and produced a chain leash that she attached to Ronny’s
collar. “Oh, forgive me. There is something else.
I will bring it with he this afternoon”, Simon apologized.
He had to be helped into the back seat of the SUV and sat there naked, in
chains, as he was buckled in. Once they were moving, Francisco Valdez spoke,
“Slave, complete and unquestioning obedience will be required of you. I shall
not permit disobedience or insolence. The cost of such will besevere corporal
punishment. And, I will tell you now that I prefer the use of the strap above
all. Do you understand”, he asked? “Yes, Master, completely.I will not disobey
you”, he answered. “Will you disobey me”, Andrea said asshe grabbed the chrome
cage on his cock. “No, Mistress”, he whispered.
Andrea smiled.
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The Origin of Glory Holes | GAY, STRAIGHT, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, Other: Glory Holes | This little study seeks the origin of the glory hole and how it was and is used, and presents a fantasy about how it might be used if some of us were in charge. | Your history is interesting. I enjoyed it very much. As a sailor,
I learned another story which is not in conflict with yours at all,
yet is much different. It seems in older times, water was carried
in ships in big hogsheads (barrels). Out at sea everyone gets
horny, so after a hogshead was empty, it just sat there, except
that the men in a sleeping area made pacts to use the hogshead.
They drew straws. One straw was shorter than the others. A
standard straw was glued to the hogshead. At night, after lights
out, the man with the short straw got into the hogshead and sucked
all the dicks that came to him through the bung hole in the
barrel. If he did his duty, no one would know which one had "his
day in the barrel" that day. But if a prick went in to an empty
barrel, they lit a light, compared straws and found the short one.
That guy was stripped, put "over the barrel" and butt-fucked (using
HIS bunghole) by all the guys. Hence the expressions, "I got the
short straw," "It's my day in the barrel" for bad luck and "He's
over the barrel," or "they've got him over a barrel" for "he
cheated, but now he is paying for it." I do not think these
sailors thought of these things as homosexual, just a way to get
off. The next time you hear these phrases, or even "bunghole,"
remember those hot and steamy sailors who thought up this wonderful
game. I wonder if, occasionally a sailor skipped barrel duty just
to be put over the barrel? I think the foregoing is true, but
imagine that on every Friday the thirteenth a die was cast by the
guy with the short straw. No one else would know. If it was a 3,
for example. The third prick into the hole would be cut off as it
spurts! The sucker could give him the option of offering his nuts
instead, or the offer to spend every night in the barrel for a
year. As an extra treat, not the regular turn. Now the long
strawed men would also throw a die to see who went first, second,
etc. They would be forced to take their turns. Most losers would
probably opt for the sucking every night for a year, second shift.
Or maybe the sucker would decide to have sausage for midnight snack
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Ball Hanging Night: Part 3: Training 3 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Femdom/BDSM | A slave has his balls stretched and tortured in preparation for worse to come | Ball Hanging Night: Part 3: Training 3
As his subincision healed They moved onto his balls. Alice wanted to stretch
them down to his knees. Gertrude wanted to see how much weight he could be
made to carry or pull with them. So they did both.
His ball collar started out 2 inch leather but then was 2 inch steel then
another inch of collar added above it. It had 2 eye-hooks to hang weight from.
To make some money off him they added a webcam to his dungeon and sold viewing
rights. 24/7 anyone who paid could watch him. No privacy ever for him. A light
was always on. To pee he sat and wiped himself facing the camera. And if he
played with himself the world saw that too. They wore masks when with him.
When they peed into his funnel gag the camera watched him swallow, then beg
for water or his liquid diet. They set this up with help from the local BDSM
club, who also were invited to play with him sometimes.
he stood, legs to a spreader bar and hands cuffed above him to the ceiling
hook. his gauze wrapped dick was as erect as it could get. Gert brought in a
gallon jug of water, tied it to the ball collar eyes and dropped it. The
little pussy! he wretched as it reached the end and pulled sharply on his
balls. Only 8 lbs.! She did it again and again. The third time he did vomit
from pain. Clearly this was a bad, messy habit They needed to break him of.
They tied him face down on a sawhorse covered only by an old wool blanket--his
bedding. Knees up, ass out. his balls hung free and They could sit on stools
comfortably. They brought in a Dom they had met to work with Them. They sat on
either side of Him and watched in fascination as he took twine and separated
each ball. dicky grunted and wretched a bit. Once each ball was tied off tight
they were purple and dicky was moaning softly and nonstop. He put the fingers
of one hand behind each ball (the ball between middle and ring fingers) and
pulled ball with a sharp tug. Louder moan. The He took his thumbnails and
pressed them into the balls. Hard.
dicky had a tarp and basin under his face and he was tightly bound. he
squirmed hard but the pain made him vomit. The pain seemed endless and he
wretched and wretched. he brought up his last feeding and their golden nectar
and dry heaved for what seemed like forever. Tears streamed down his face. but
the pain seemed to improve and he felt less sick. It seemed like hours passed
as his balls were squeezed and crushed and pulled but he got less sick. They
were breaking his vomiting reaction, just like breaking a gag reflex. So long
as they kept him in some pain it would stick. But it still was agonizing for
him.
When They finished he was in a 5 inch steel collar set. They hauled him
exhausted to his feet with a ceiling pulley roped to his wristcuffs. he stood
weakly on his spread legs. If not held up he would have collapsed. Alice
brought two gallons, tied them on and dropped them.
he was never blindfolded--They wanted him to see and dread what was coming.
Now he saw not just the Dom but 3 others watching him there. Naked and in
agony in public. When the gallons fell he wretched weakly but mostly screamed
in agony. Alice did it over and over and then went to 4 gallons--still less
than 30lbs, "you fucking pussy wimp!" She yelled to his face. he was crying so
she slapped him. Each time he cried someone slapped him. Finally he heard the
visitors--he was never introduced or even allowed to address them--
congratulate Alice and Gert on their breaking of him. They had never seen
anything like it. One Domme said, "If dicky can handle some more weight, You
should bring him to the Club so You can hang him by his balls. I've never seen
a ball hang. They might tear off, you know, but it would be great. Right now
I'm so horny I've got to get back to my slave so he can pleasure me. Good
night."
Over the following days dumbells of varying weight hung from his aching balls.
When not attached to the ceiling and the weight, they actually encouraged him
to touch and fondle his own balls and pleasure himself in this way. They
wanted him to worry about them and keep them sensitive as they would stay if
he fondled them. Then one visit they announced he was going out of his dungeon
to be hung by his balls.
A ball hang, he thought. What worse could they do to me?
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Thecia’s Casual wager | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | THecia makes a bet with a friend.Fiction and not for minors.Thecia | Thecia’s Casual wager
My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old engineer who spends her spare time as an
underground cutter.
I was having lunch with the only other female cutter that I personally know,
Marissa, a nurse from Chicago, who cuts as often as I, if not more.
In causal conversation I told her that I could have ten fresh nuts in jars by
tomorrow night. I have a waiting list and that many would not be a problem.
She offered to bet the best dinner in Dallas on it and a thousand dollars to
make it more interesting.. If I won she would buy dinner and if I lost I would
buy.
Marissa is an imposing woman, She is 39 years old, about five nine and maybe
140 lbs, she has graying brown hair and piercing green eyes. She still has a
handsome figure with huge German frauline boobs. She is also a man hater.
She is quite different than me, I’m a hair short of five seven with very light
brown hair and blue eyes. I’m told that I still have it in the figure
department. Men seem to consider my butt my best feature.
I only cut in Mexico now, but there would not be time for the trip if I wanted
to finish by the agreed six PM deadline tomorrow. I had access to an unused
shipping office in the rear of an industrial complex, it would serve as a make
shift clinic.
Using my untraceable cell phone I began to call my list of waiting men. That
was when I first ran into trouble. The first three didn’t answer the number
that they had given me, the next was at the airport on the way to his sons
wedding. In the end I could only find four men that were available and wanted
my services. One of the four did not have my full fee and I (against my better
judgment) extended credit to him. The cuttings went well and by noon the
following day I had eight shiny new balls in formaldehyde. I won’t bother to
describe the castrations as they were simple, clinical and not at all
exciting.
I didn’t know where I was going to get the fifth set but I knew I wasn’t going
to lose the bet, one way or another.
Then I remembered Sammy, Sammy was a black kid who worked at the engineering
company with me. His brother had been killed because his father owed money to
a loan shark and couldn’t pay. The loan shark had Sammy’s brother killed. The
police investigated but couldn’t prove anything.
The loan shark was named “stonewall” Jackson and he owned a bar in a seedier
part of town. The bar was his “office” and he held court there every day from
about two PM on. At one thirty, Jill and I were waiting when his BMW pulled
up. Stonewall and his body guard got out and made about three steps before the
four needles from two different tasers dug deep into their flesh. Before they
knew what hit them they were stripped of their guns, bound, gagged and
blindfolded in the back of Jill’s old hatchback car, no one saw us.
When we got outside of the shipping office, I gave each a shot of sodium
pentothal and in a few minutes they were no longer resisting. We managed to
get them into the building and onto the table there. I had planned to nut the
loan shark but hadn’t thought about his body guard. After a little thought I
decided that they were only balls and he would be better off without them. So
I would harvest two sets that afternoon.
Both men were awake, albeit very groggy. I cut their clothes off using a box
cutter and I was pleasantly surprised with the bounty we found there. The loan
shark had an average five or six incher with normal balls, but the body guard
had a package to dye for. A huge dick attached to two baseball sized nuts,
Jill couldn’t keep her eyes off of them.
Jill asked me, “Should I drain them first?” I felt it might be a nice thing
for the body guard, but Stonewall didn’t deserve anything.
I banded Jackson’s balls and loped them off without a second thought. The
whole sack came off in my hand and I rolled it across the table where Jill
dumped the contents out into a stainless steel wash bowl. She washed them in
alcohol and put them along with their sack into the waiting peanut butter jar
full of formaldehyde.
The body guard was still very groggy but his big cock was up for the occasion.
It stuck up like a miniature tree trunk. Jill wasted no time and she had her
lips around it in seconds. She slid her lips off and jumped up on the table
where she impaled herself on the huge cock, it was still glistening from her
saliva and slid right in. I told her to stop and let me get to work, I slit
the sides of his sack and popped the huge orbs out into daylight. I carefully
tied off each cord group and waited until Jill got her hand and mouth back
into the act. When he was just beginning to cum, I slit the cords. His thick
almost pure white cum turned red as the blood from his severed vessels found
it’s way into the sperm stream.
I carefully sewed both men up and with the help of another needle full of
drugs we transported them back to an alley near the bar where we dumped them.
Marissa was impressed by the fact that I had not only ten freshly severed
balls, but twelve. She was also impressed by the one set that was easily twice
the size of any of the others there.
The dinner was great, I had filet mignon, Jill had a whole lobster and Marissa
had roast duck in orange sauce. I always get hungry when I de-ball.
Respectfully Submitted
Thecia
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A new day | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Other: circumcision | It has been ruled that all men over 28 must be circumcisied. circumcision has been banned for new borns for 30 years now. | it is a new day in the country. As the weather got coldup north many
of the soldiers headed for Florida a new country were clothes were
only worn in church and the work place.
the rules for castrations had been changed to allow for a larger gene
pool. there would be total segragation until the age of 19. at this
point people would be paired off and married, or if there was a need
and a calling those not to be paired were prepared for life as
priests and nuns. These men would be castrated and given normal
doses of male hormones until their 26th birhtdays. due to the
retrictions of the Catholic church all forms of birthcontrol were
banned. As such until the age of 26 any act of sex would result in
children unless one of the parties happened to be sterile.
Should any male by the age of 21 be showing signs of hair loss he
would be immediately castrated at his annual exam. since most new
forms of medical treatments were lost in the move south no chances
for anything to cause health problems were tried. Baldness was going
to be bannished as well as execcive hair under the new plan.
At 26 all men were sent in for complete physicals and scheduled for
castration by their 28th birthdays. This would allow for the chance
if his wife were pregnant to deliever and should a miscarriage happen
one last chance for a gift from god.
all the 26 year olds that did not have children and were found to be
sterile would have immediate castrations. high doses of testostorne
were given to keep from gaining body fat. These doses were to slowly
be droped over the next five years until it was determined that the
desire for sex was not necessary for the marriage and they would be
stopped suddenly. This proved helpful as the couple got older and
she went into memapoise.
As the new circ laws went into effect the clinics were running 24
hours a day until everybody over 28 was cut. The younger men would
be taken off their hormones for one month prior to surgerand remain
off for a month to avoid erections during the healing process.
It was during this new day that health problems were virtually
gone. People could eat drink and thanks to chemical free cigarettes
smoke again.
Ross was looking forward to this day. He was 26 and determined to be
sterile. His married life was great and he was going to finally be
rid of his balls. He found them to be ver painfull during sex and
when swimming in the ocean.
As his wife brought him to the clinic one last rabbit test was done
to see if she were pregnant. The results were in and they would be a
childless couple serving the church and the community. They were
very happy.
Ross was given a local in the sac. thirty minutes later the doctor
returned. He spoke to Ross and asked if he felt anything. Ross said
no. As Doc was talking he opened the sac and slowly removed the
balls. He then took a pair of testicles from the tray and removed
the seal that would allow the hormones to be released in high does
over the nest two years before the circ. When the hormones started
to deplete the balls would release on a timer suddenly slef absorb
and the other ould kick in.
two hours later Ross was heading home once the stiches came out he
and his wife would go on vacaction. He could enjoy the surf again.
Bill was next he was Ross' older brother also sterile and ready for
circumcision. He had not had an erection in two weeks and was
starting to lose his body hair.. His thick patch of pubuc hair was
all that was really left. He could not wait to loose his filthy skin
and was going to lobby for infant circs again. After the Doctor
finished he said not to try. It maight make people think he was gay.
Before the day was out Joe the baby bother was brought in. It
appeared that he was losing his hair. A quick check proved that he
only had 70% of his hair remaining. Last month it was 95% an
acceptable loss. Men were to keep at least 75% of their hair by 26
and at 2O he was losing it fast. Joe knew that he would at least
have four children. His wife was pregant with twins again. He new
that his twin boys would be the joy of his life and hopefully he
would have daughters as well. He would be at this rate have by the
time his hormones were totally removed in his thirtys he would have
35% of his hair based on the studies and tests. After the hormones
were gone it would go back to 65% just like his brothers . His
oldest brother at 28 was now at 65% and would go up to 85%.
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The Milking Farm | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A fantasy about bondage, milking, shaving, nullification, and slavery. | Milking Farm
by
The Milk Man
Part 1
Following are my experiences after having answered an internet ad
which read: "Are you a chronic masturbator? Do you ever fantasize
about being castrated or nullified? Come to the farm and get the
milkings of your life - and, maybe, more. You'll be glad you
did!" I answered the ad and was contacted saying that I should
be walking in a certain place at a certain time and that I would be
picked up and taken to the farm. Of course, I had reservations
about this but many times before, I had answered or almost answered
ads and chickened out. This time, I was determined to go through
with it. The contact had said that I would be given the
opportunity to back out after everything was explained to me. So I
thought, "What the heck, I'm going for it!"
So, I was walking at the specified place and time and a van pulled
along side of me, stopped, and a guy got out wearing very tight
blue jeans, white tee shirt, and tennis shoes. He was big with
lots of muscles and a totally shaved head. He asked if I wanted to
go to the farm and when I nodded yes, two other guys, with exactly
the same look, got out of the van. They picked me up like a rag
doll and threw me into the back of the van.
They followed me in and soon we were moving. The guys then put a
hood over my head and laced it up the back. My clothes were
removed and my arms were folded behind my back and leather
restraints bound my wrists to elbows. Then a wide collar was put
around my neck and I heard a click as it snapped shut in a snug
fit. Next I was placed face down on the carpeted floor and ankle
restraints were placed on my ankles and a spreader bar was hooked
to the restraints. I rode like that for quite a long time hearing
muffled talking but not being able to understand what was being
said.
When we finally came to a stop, the spreader bar was removed from
my ankle restraints and I was taken out of the van. Then a leash
was hooked to my collar and I was led through a door and down what
seem like a very long hallway. There were many turns and some
steps but finally we went through another door and I was stopped.
Then I was placed in a chair and my arms were unbound only to be
bound to the arms of the chair. My legs were bound to the chair
legs and a big, wide leather band was tightly placed around my
chest. The hood was left on but I could hear the door close and I
think I was alone.
After several minutes I heard another door open and steps
approached the chair where I was bound. The hood was removed and
when my eyes cleared I still couldn't see anything including
the person standing close to me. There was a light on me and I
couldn't see beyond it. The voice asked me if I was scared and
wanted to leave? I said that I was a bit scared but that I wanted
to hear about the farm before I made a decision. The voice said ok
and began to tell me what would be expected of me.
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Tajik Girl | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, MINOR | A chinese boy finds experiences his first and last orgasm with a Tajik girl. | In the tajik autonomous region of china roamed a very beautiful,
sexy,seductive Tajik girl. She was 18. Like most Tajik girls, she had a
beautiful face, with brown skin, and dark hair. She would have a young boy in
bed, have his penis cut off, and make him serve her all for her enjoyment. She
worked as a dancer. Her first victim was a cute 16 year old chinese boy
walking alone down a deserted street. She faked having trouble with her dress.
Her leg and panties were an exciting view for boy. She asked for help. He
helped untangle her. Then she put her hand over his crotch, kissed him, and
she said, “Good boy, you come with me, I will sleep with you".
She led him to her apartment. Led up a narrow stairway above an abandon
restaurant he entered her apartment. She offered him a drink, he accepted and
drank. He faded out.
When he awoke from his drugged condition, he was on his back naked on bed. His
arms and legs were cuffed spread eagle.
She walked into the room wearing traditional tajik dress. Her large breasts
stuck out proudly. Standing in front of him, admiring his large cock and
balls, she took her hands from behind her back and produced a large knife and
put it to the base of his penis. The young boy started begging her not to cut
him. Laughing, she took the knife and stuck it into her dress. She tied the
end of a leather cord around the penis that was attached to a weight by the
window. She slowly pulled the cord until it tightened and pulled him tight.
Suspended by the cord and bound to the table, the young man was in much pain.
She lowered the cock bound boy back down to the table. She gave the tip of his
cock a flick with her tongue. She put on a leather belt with several strings
on it. She said, “You may live and save your penis. If you get hard and
outlast me i will not cut it.”
She started sucking his cock and the boy became erect. Sucking his penis and
fingering her own pussy she worked herself up in a mad frenzy. As the blood
and cum filled the poor boys cock and balls, she quickly got up and readied a
iron metal rod to cauterize the wound. She ran her tongue around the tip of
the cock, flicking at it repeatedly. She took out the knife from her dress.
The cuffed boy lost control of his body functions and she wrapped her licks
around his cock again, he started to spew cum out of his dick. She pressed the
blade firmly where the underside of the cock shaft met the pelvic bone. A
quick slice caused the penis to separate from his body. The blood and cum went
everywhere. His body fell back to the table and the severed penis fell and
landed on his stomach. She masturbated herself with the handle of the knife to
orgasm. As the man lost his blood he gasped in pain and shock. She picked up
the penis, sat on his chest and fastened the severed manhood to her dress.
She said, “Now you will be my slave.” These were the last words the boy heard
before she inserted a metal tube into the urethra, and pressed a burning metal
rod to cauterize the wound.
He woke up to find her kissing him. She then placed her pussy over his mouth
and ordered him to service her.
He brought her to orgasm. He remained sexually frustrated for the rest of his
days, licking her cunt everyday as she commanded.
She forced him to wear a dog collar and leash when she went out with him
She wore his penis proudly and displayed it while she worked as a dancer, no
one guessing where it came from.
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Here Come De Judge! | TESTICLES | ` "The defense calls David Brown as its next witness." `
The witness rose and confidently strode to the stand. He was about thirty
years old and his meticulous grooming and obviously good taste in clothing
caused many of the women to check for a wedding band, which he had, much to
their dissapointment.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"
The bailiff intoned.
"Yes."
"Where were you at the time that the prosecution alleges that the defendent
committed the crime?" The lawyer asked, already knowing what the answer would
be.
"I was with the defendent at the time. We went to a bar in the city and stayed
untill midnight."
"Thank you. That is all for now." The lawyer said, dismissing the witness.
"Hold up a minute!" the Judge ordered, somewhat mystified by the man's
testimony. "Let me see if I have this straight. You have testified that you
and the defendent were a hundred miles away from the scene of the crime on the
night of the murder. Is that correct?"
"Yes, your Honor, it is." The witness replied, somewhat miffed that his
testimony was being questioned.
"Do you know where the words 'testify' and 'testimony'come from?" The Judge
asked the man, who was now starting to lose his composure. "They're from the
Latin word 'testis', which means 'witness', and the ancient Romans would grasp
their genitals when bearing witness to show that they were telling the truth.
Thus the male gonads were came to be called testes, or testicles. By giving
testimony the Roman witness was literally swearing by his balls that he was
telling the truth."
The witness was now very nervous and was sweating profusely.
"The night of the killing was also my daughter's birthday." The Judge informed
the court. "I drove down to the store to get some ice cream. I pulled up just
as a man was getting out of his car. A young girl, perhaps high school age was
sitting in the car drinking a wine cooler and spinning a motel key on her
finger. She smiled at me. When I got to the counter the man was paying for a
bottle of wine and a pakage of condoms. I have a good memory for faces, and
that man was you! You couldn't have been a hundred miles away."
The man was now beet red and stammering about how he was being blackmailed by
the defendent, who threatened to tell his wife about his little Lolita.
"You have made a mockery of my courtroom and I won't stand for that! Bailiffs,
seize this man and strip him!" The Judge ordered, as he extracted a small
penknife from within his robe.
The protests, and then the visceral screams of the new eunuch had been
replaced with a forlorn sobbing as the Judge deposited the bloody objects in
the water glass on his bench, plainly visible to the whole room.
"Councilor, you may call your next witness." He told the defense attorney.
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Cutting my way Across the USA | GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Lacy continues to cut away at the military school | Hi again boys! It's Lacy! Im looking for you! I want your jewels, your
balls! I always get that I want!
As you remember, the last time I left you, I was at Nathanal Greene
Military Academy with Joey. Adam one of the cadets had been shaved
and I was examining Ben, another cadet.
"Ben, please get on the table butt up."
"Yes Ma'am" He said.
His body was beautiful, a nice set of low hangers, big balls, and a round
bubble butt. As I grabbed his balls, i could see his virgin butt hole. It
looked so sweet. I brushed my finger over it. he shuttered. As I
squeezed his testicles, he cried out in pain.
I told him, he would have to be shaved. His cock grow even bigger.
He hopped off the table and joined Adam and Joey in the other room. It
this point I got a call from Col Jacobson. I told him we may have two
possible cases of the virus. He asked if he could be examined too. Of
course, he could. Within less than five minutes, he was naked on my
table with hiss sweet ass in the air. His cock and balls would be my
best prize! I would have Joey shave all of him totally bare from the neck
down. He sent him into the other room, knowing Joey would love this
one.
All afternoon, I worked through the remaining cadets, about a hundred of
them. I selected twenty in all! Twenty low hangers. Two of them I would
take it all! The Col and Adam would lose both their penis and testicles.
I decided to let them wait until the next day. As I entered the room, I
saw 20 naked smooth boys. Joey had done a great job! Leaving Adam
and Col Joacobson until last. One by one I confirmed the verdict, their
balls had to go. Each one was hoping it was not true! Some even
begging! I reminded them. it was their life. One of one I used the
castrating device to rubber them. By the time I got to Adam was very
nervious. He begged. I told him the aweful news both his penis and
testicles had to go! He cried. I said nothing could be done. I told joey to
prep him. Now I turned to Col Jacobson. His cock was totally hard! As I
examined his bare smooth body, I again confirmed the fact we had to
removed both organs. He just looked it me and nodded.
By this time the first of the boys where ready. I got out my surgical wire,
wrap it around his dieing balls and pulled. They dropped into a plasic bag
and where to be put in an ice chest for transport. The boy passed out. I
went to another boy. One by one, until eighteen sets of testicles were
harvested.
Now, in front of all the boys, I was going to removed Adam's and Col.
Jacobson's genitals. As I raised the knife, Adam passed out, I slit at the
top of his cock, running down below his sack, tieing off the blood
vessels, removing his genitals and sowing him up, now his was more
than a eunuch. Now a turned to Col Jacobson. His Cock was even
harder. He looked at me and smiled. He told me, he wanted it all gone.
So I did it!
By the last morning, we were on our way! Cutting our way across the
USA!
by for now.
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The making of a eunuch: 1 the gelded village | TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A boy is taken with other captives from his village. No intact males are left. | The Gelded Village
The men had fled or been killed. Many of the women had also gone.
Those who were left, where rounded up. They were divided into groups: women
with young children; boys, girls and women without children.
The boys were taken into the village square, stripped and divided into two
groups. Those that had reached puberty had their hands tied above their heads
to one of the branches of the large tree.
The others of us were allowed to pick up our clothes and herded aside.
Then came two older soldiers. The took out their swords and walked round the
dozen boys tied to the tree. At opposite sides of the tree, they walked up to
a boy, grabbed his penis and scrotum and sliced it off. No amount of kicking
or screaming stopped them. Each boy was dealt with in the same way. They
worked their way round the tree until all had been castrated.
They left the several genitals lying on the floor and the new eunuchs still
tied by their hands to the branches.
The women with young children were forced to display their children. A crone
with the soldiers examined them. When they were girls, they were allowed to
go. Some of these women let the castrated boys down and tended their wounds.
Where they had male children, she took out a small sharp knife, openned up
their scrotums and cut off their balls. After this, they were allowed to go
and tend their sons’ wounds.
As for the rest of us, both male and female, we were marched off as captives.
A future in slavery awaited us.
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Serena Becomes | Clitoridectomy, torture | Serena awaken s to a strange room and a strange man- but they both get more than they bargained for | The Beginning.
Serena awoke upon a table in a strange, dark room. She was strapped down,
naked, legs spread and rear end elevated in the air with a cushion. She
calculated how this had happened: She had been walking home from making a deal
when she had been hit on the head-and now she was here. She knew that no one
would miss her- family dead or distant, no friends- only her clients would
really miss her, and then only the regulars. But they'd move on and figure
that she had done the same.
A man entered the room at lat, a big hulking man wearing crotchless leather
pants and holding a whip. If the circumstances were different, she would have
laughed. He was very comical in this getup.
"I know why I'm here." She simply said.
"Oh? And how's that?" He looked smug.
"I'm here to be a sex slave. I know because of who I am. I know more than you
think, little man."
"Once you taste my cock, I think you'll change your mind about how little I
am."
"Really. I've probably had bigger."
He grumbled and began measuring her. How dare an initiate talk back to him.
She would be punished later. She was well-stretched in the cunt and ass,
that's for sure. She could easily accommodate 3 of his cocks in each hole.
"Impressive." He said. "But you will learn to be a good slave. Screaming will
only get you punished more."
"Oh....Do you promise?"
"YES." He said without smiling. He liked this girl already, and thought that
he would have fun breaking her.
He tied her legs together and hoisted them up towards the ceiling by a pulley
so that her ass was fully exposed. He took the brand out of the fire.
"No screaming now. "
"You fucking wish."
"By the way, my name's Bruno." He placed the red-hot brand on her skin and she
didn't flinch a hair. He was extremely impressed. He lowered her after
bandaging the wound and spread her legs.
" Size B breasts, size A clit." He slapped her little clit a few times,
pinched it a bit to make sure he had the correct size categorization, and then
brought out a paddle. He separated her legs and hooked them so that they were
spread far apart, making her little clit stand out prominently. He spanked her
clit with the paddle several times. Serena enjoyed every moment of it. Bruno
was getting frustrated. He rummaged around in the drawer and pulled out a
tube. He rubbed the cream from the tube all over her slit and especially on
her little clit.
"This is sensitizing cream. it will make everything hurt more." He slathered
it on her nipples, as well. He then clamped her nipples down hard and attached
weights to the clamps. Her hips bucked in pleasure. He became even more
furious. He was also becoming turned-on. He decided that he knew what would
break Serena. He put a viciously tight clamp on her little clit and pulled on
it several times. She writhed and he smiled. Now that must hurt, he thought.
Serena thought that it felt heavenly. He let her lay there for several minutes
before unclamping her.
"Now Serena. I'm going to cut your clit off. I'm going to cut it right off,
and all the fleshy parts down there, too. You're about to be circumcised. I
think after i'm done I'll fuck your little ass, and if you're lucky I'll fuck
you in your hole, too." She didn't say a word. Serena knew that by saying
anything he would win.
Bruno pinched her clit and then began to scalpel the clitoral hood and inner
labia off. When that was finished and her clit was the only thing remaining,
he swiftly scalpelled it off as well and cauterized the wound with the brand.
Serena flinched several times, but did not make a noise. Bruno smiled and
pierced a ring through her outer labia. She had already earned the right to
come. He was fairly certain that it had never happened before on the first
day. He flipped her over and fucked her ass mercilessly. After he was done, he
made her suck his cock, and then he packed everything back up.
"Don't worry, baby, you'll grow your clit back, but only if Brutus says you
can." And he left.
This is the story of The Center, and how Serena became the most feared
Dominatrix in it.
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Chemically Castrated By Force | BI | A man is chemically castrated against his will. | Chemically Castrated by Force
It all started when I went to the doctor’s office for a pinched nerve in my
neck. He proscribed steroids and told me to come in later in the week to have
my yearly physical. I was in a hurry to get to a meeting and in my rush I left
my journal in the examination room. In the journal I wrote about my love for
sex. I wrote that I would orgasm 5-6 times a day. I wrote sexual secrets about
my tiny penis and my love for humiliation. I wrote about my love for porn,
skinny dipping and streaking. He had all he needed to get me into real
trouble.
I was so busy for the next three days that I didn’t even miss my journal. When
I went into the office, he did the physical and got to the place where he
needed me naked. At that moment, he pulled out my journal from a drawer.
“Mike, you left this here earlier in the week. I had to look inside to see who
it belonged to. I couldn’t believe what you wrote and admitted. I could ruin
you and your standing in the community if I made copies and sent them
electronically throughout the community.”
I pleaded with him. I told him that I would do anything if he would keep quiet
about what he had read. He told me that he would keep quiet but the price
would be chemical castration.
My mouth dropped open in shock when I realized that he had me by the balls. I
was going to be chemically nutted. He gave me a prescription for propecia and
primadone. The propecia was for hair regrowh and the primadone was for a
slight tremor that I had in my left hand. Then he said: “Both of these drugs
together will keep your little dick soft. They will also make it almost
impossible for you to orgasm.” He told me to come back in a week to continue
my treatment. He also started me out at twice the typical dosage. I was able
to get hard but it was much harder to spurt out my sperm and feel the
fantastic release of orgasm. Because it could take 30-45minutes to achieve
orgasm, I didn’t have the time to jerk off as much as I had previously.
I went back to the doctor’s office the next week and he hooked me up to a
penile plethysmograph. He told me that the device was a tool used to measure
male sexual arousal. He put a clamp-like device around my penis. He told me
that the clamp measures how sexually aroused you are. He patted my butt and
then he said: “The clamp sends information to the device so that it is easy to
determine the level of your sexual arousal. I will expose you to a variety of
sexually suggestive content, such as photos, movies and audio. This device
will tell me what all your fantasies are. Your dick will answer all my
questions. In future visits, we will use the device to find out if you are
totally and completely chemically castrated.
He hooked me up to the machine and turned on a straight video. I didn’t
respond at all. Then he put on a bisexual flic and he got a bit of a rise out
of my cock. Then he put on a gay movie and I got totally aroused as I watched
a guy take two huge cocks in his mouth and ass.
I also responded to bondage, domination, humiliation, nudism and a host of
other secrets. He now knew all of my secrets and fantasies.
He told me that he was about to inject me with Depro-Provera. He explained
that Depo-Provera, through decreasing the testosterone level, temporarily
decreases penile erection and ejaculation and the production of sperm
(spermatogenesis). He smiled when he said: “Your penis, testicles, prostate,
and seminal vesicles will temporarily shrink.” Then he toook out a needle
filled with depo-provera and injected it into my butt.
I was being forced to give up my sex life. I was about to loose the power to
thrust, jerk off and get the wonderful release of orgasm. I was excited and
anxious at the same time. I couldn’t believe that my balls were being turned
off by another man against my will. I couldn’t believe that that my tiny,
shaved penis would soon be unable to get hard. In fact, my penis was going to
shrink without any exercise.
I had to go back to the doctor each week for my depo-provera shot. He also
gave me an estrogen cream for my penis. After a month, he got out the penile
plethysmograph and hooked my penis up to it. He presented me with every
stimulation possible and my dick remained soft and unresponsive. I was
chemically castrated against my will.
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Russian Winter part one | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A soldier in the war gets more than he bargained for..... | RUSSIAN WINTER PART 1
I shall never forget the winter of 1945. We were stationed close to
Minsk. Mostly low key operations assuring the enemy does not employ
more of the ferocious female battalions against our battle weary
troops.
It was Nov when I was assigned the 'midnight march'. The
unconfirmed reports of soldiers going missing on the marches only
to be found days later with their penises severed and their balls
gone did not bother me much. It always happens to the other guys.
It was a frosty night with the Northern Lights shining clearly. I
tried to keep warm by sipping vodka and smoking one cigarette after
the other. At first I thought it was only the wail of a wolf but
later I realized it was the soft moaning of a child. I set to try
and localize the sound. It simply seemed to stay only a few feet
ahead of me. After about an hour I realized I was being tricked,
but alas......
I only remember waking up naked, tied by my feet and ankles.
Watching over me were two of the most stunning women I have ever
seen- naked. They smiled at me and playfully rubbed their pussies.
Miss triple DDD walked over to me and slowly lowered her cunt over
my face. She moaned softly as I gently sucked her luv juices from
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Community Service Pt 2 | TESTICLES | Nutman goes to the city | ` The tall man set his surveillance camera up in an area of the city that had
suffered the most vandalism. This job would be more diffucult that the last
few had been, but it also paid more. Running a con on some hayseed country
boys was easy; people in the country tended to have respect for the law. If a
uniformed police officer told them to do something they tended to comply out
of fear that the long arm of the law would come down on them. `
Here in the city it was a different game. Vandals here were in gangs, and had
no respect for the law, mostly because the police and court systems were a
joke. The real power here belonged to the people, not the police.
He knew he had to hit hard and get out of town fast. Three kids in a pickup
truck in the middle of nowhere were relatively harmless, even when armed with
a small pistol. The gangbangers in this town were heavily armed with both guns
and knives and they had no reservations about committing acts of extreme
violence in defense of their territory and in acts of retribution towards
their enemies.
He finally decided on a plan of attack. A visit to a sympathetic trucking
company, which had suffered vandalism, secured the use of a furniture van.
Late evening found the van parked, apparently unattended, with the door open
enough to reveal a valuable cargo. The tall man observed six perpetrators
emerge from the shadows and deface the van with spray paint. All wore bandanas
on their arms to indentify their gang affiliation and the baggy cargo pants
common to their generation. Eventually they discovered the open door and took
the bait.
The elecrically actuated door slammed shut and locked, and the van was moved
to a uninhabited location. Nitrous Oxide gas quieted the profanity that
emnated from the van, so the tall man dressed for the occasion in rubber
boots, rain pants, and a gas mask and set to work.
The miscreants regained consciousness to find themselves naked and secured
hand and foot to the van's cargo sidewall tiedown anchors. Facing them was an
apparition that appeared to be a man with a Cyclops head, but was really only
a skydiver helmet camera.
The finished video was not a masterpiece of filmmaking nor would it win any
prestigious awards, but it would do its' intended job when distributed
throughout the city in large quantities. The start of the production showed
the vandalism and the gang's entry to the van, and then the helmet cam
documented the action.
Gloved hands were shown attaching a rubber tourniquet to the victim's scrotum.
The video did not include sound, but a skilled lipreader could decipher the
threats and warning about touching a member of the Vagos, and later his cries
of anguish. The camera then focused on the man's hand seizing the testicles of
the other before shifting to his face. The look of defiance first, then fear
dissolved in contusions of pain as the camera dropped to show the knife and
severed manhood, which was thrown to the floor and crushed under the heel of
the tall man like a dicarded cigarette butt or annoying bug. This sequence was
repeated four more times with slightly different camera angles. The last
victim, a slim lad with downy crotch hair who had just entered puberty, was
allowed to retain one testicle.
The tall man heard the sirens of the approaching ambulances as he left the
city.
Castration, or the threat of it, was a primal fear that all normal males
shared. The gang members feared no punishment that law could administer, nor
any injury from which they would heal. This was the one thing that would stop
most gang activity and vandalism for quite some time.
His quest started after his wife and son had been killed at an intersection
with a missing stop sign. He soon learned that vengeance had a monetary value,
and now he applied it on a contract basis with his fee determined by the
reduction of property damage within the area. In two more years he could
retire very comfortably. He pobably wouldn't, though.
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The Quiz Show | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | If you are lucky you can be a contestant on this quiz show | ` `
THE QUIZ SHOW By Ms. Athena
It is 9:00 AM, almost time for the taping of the countries most popular, and
best loved quiz show. The ticket holders have been waiting in line, some for
as long as two hours. They have all requested their tickets as far as six
months before, and had signed all the necessary papers regarding their
agreement to the rules of the quiz show if they were selected to be
contestants. Finally the doors of the studio open, and they are allowed to
enter. Finding seats they wait for the taping to begin. At last the producer
of the show comes out on the stage, and welcomes them. She explains about the
applause sign, and the on the air sign. Another woman comes out on the stage,
and tells a few risque jokes to amuse the audience, and warm them up. She
leaves the stage, and the on the air sign lights up. The announcer begins her
usual opening before introducing the star of the show. "Good evening Ladies,
of the viewing audience. A.T.N. (Amazon Television Network), and The Fix Him
Right Burdozzo Company, makers of the Fix Him Right Burdozzo. The burdozzo
with the patented cock cutter in the handles. The burdozzo no woman should be
without, proudly presents your favorite quiz show, You bet his balls. Here she
is your favorite Hostess and Mistress of Ceremony, Ann Applegate."
The curtains behind the stage part to reveal a raised platform with a pair of
X frames. Between the frames is a small table holding a golden burdozzo.
Standing in front of the platform is Ann Applegate flanked by two beautiful
women. The audience applauds her. She waves and blows kisses to the audience,
then moves to the front of the stage. A stagehand wheels out a glass drum
containing cards, one for each woman in the studio audience. She spins the
drum then reaches in and pulls out one of the cards. Our first contestants are
Judy Smith, and her man. A woman in the audience jumps up and begins jumping
around when her name is called out. The rest of the audience applauds. Two of
the women who came on stage with the Hostess, go into the audience to escort
her and her man to the stage. She takes her place behind one of the two
contestant rostrums. The women take her man to one of the X frames, strip him
naked, and secure him to the frame. Ann then spins the drum a second time and
announces the name of the second contestants, Linda West, and her man. The
other two women go into the audience to escort them to the stage.
With the contestants behind their respective rostrum, and their men secured
naked to the X frames, it was time for the quiz game to begin. Ladies, Ann
said, you know the rules, but I will go over them for the few who do not know
them. The game has three rounds. In each round I will ask ten questions. The
first lady to buzz and give the correct answer gets one point. If the first
lady to buzz in gives the wrong answer her opponent has a chance to answer the
question for two points. If no one buzzes in the question will be replaced by
a different question. At the end of each round the women with the most points
in that round gets to use the golden Fix Him Right Burdozzo to crush one ball
of her opponent’s man. At the end of the third round the woman who has crushed
both balls of her opponent wins $50,000. If the same woman wins all three
rounds, she gets to use the patented cock cutter built into the handles of the
Fix Him Right Burdozzo. A special feature, I might add, that no other brand of
burdozzo has. She gets to cut off her opponent man’s cock and wins the
$100,000, grand prize. Alright ladies lets play "You Bet His Balls."
Ann started asking the questions, and the contestants buzzed in to answer
them. Some were answered correctly by the woman who buzzed in, some were not,
giving the other contestant a chance for extra points. Some questions were not
answered at all, and had to be replaced. At last ten questions had been asked,
and answered correctly. The audience cheered, and clapped each correct answer.
Ann signaled that the first round was over. The scores were tallied, and Linda
was the winner of that round. Two of the women who came on stage with Ann
escort Linda to the X frame platform. One of them begins to feel Judy’s man
remarking on the size and weight of his balls. The other woman hands Linda the
Golden Fix Him Right Burdozzo. The women in the audience are chanting "Make
him scream. Fix him right", over again and again. Linda places the head of the
burdozzo on his right ball. She squeezes the handles together crushing his
ball. He screams in pain as his ball is crushed into jelly. The audience
applauds, cheers, and screams in pleasure as she crushes his ball.
The second, and third round of the game are repeats of the first, except Judy
wins the second round, and Linda win the third. As Ann counts out the fifty
$1,000, dollar bill prize into Linda’s hand, Judy goes to her man. She grabs
the Golden Fix Him Right Burdozzo, and uses the patented cock cutter to chop
off his cock, screaming that is for making me lose you useless slut. The
credits crawl across the screen as the announcer speaks. "That’s out show for
today Ladies, be sure to join us again tomorrow when two more women will play
You Bet His Balls." If you want to be a contestant on our show, or just be a
member of our studio audience, send a request for studio tickets to "You Bet
His Balls" care of the A.T.N. studio Amazon City, Amazonia. The announcer then
goes to commercial. "Ladies does your man cheat on you? Does he look at other
women? Does he fail to obey you? Does he fail to be attentive to your needs?
Does he fail to give you multiple climaxes? If the answer to any of these
questions is yes, don’t get mad at him, fix him right with the Fix Him Right
Burdozzo. The only burdozzo with the patented built in cock cutter in the
handles.
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Transvestite's schoolgirl | TESTICLES, Transvestite | Transvestite castrates a pervert who plays with himelf at the peep shows. | ` It was a normal night, My dick as usual was real hard. And I masturbate at
least a minimum of 3 or 4 times a day. But lately I been going to the adult
book store where they have peep shows, I get 5 or 10 dollars in quarters and
jerk off to hot porn. And when I'm lucky there's someone in the booth next to
mine. `
The place has glory holes. Normally I stick my dick in and some guy in the
next booth blows me while I watch porn. And at times I have blown guys in the
next booth since they have blowed me many a time.
I particularly like to watch vids of barely legal girls giving handjobs and
for some reason I can not figure out I adore watching shemales play with their
cock and take it up the ass.
I eventually purchased some dildo's in the book store and started using them
on my self while I watch the movies. I was kind of embarrassed as "the guys"
do not rurn me on. I can suck a dick, but only if I don't see the guy next
door.
Lucky me, on a rare night a transvestite actually came into the place. I saw
what booth she/he went into. I went into a connecting booth. Sure enough
within a minute a finger reached through the hole in the wall. I stuck my dick
through and began to receive a fantastic blowjob. It was great I was watching
a porn of a hot teen jacking a man off and the added suction on my cock caused
be to blow my load rather early.
After she finished me off I heard her door close and then a soft knock on my
door. Her/his soft voice asked to come in. I was nervous as hell, but I opened
the door and let her in. SHe could tell I was terrified.
She spoke to me saying,"I noticed your dildo when I peaked through the hole in
the wall. I was hoping you would let me get myself off in your ass."
I was stunned and she could tell. "Just turn around hon, I'll be gentle."
I turned around and bent over slightly. I changed movies to a Shemale taking
it up the ass. The irony that it would be a shemale fucking my ass aroused me.
I slowly felt her cock entering my ass. She moved her cock slowly in and out
of my ass. Within a minute my young cock was fully hard again. I began to beat
off with this sexy man fucking my ass. It felt so good and I felt so
humiliated. I was now a queer taking it up the ass a gay crossdresser. I felt
her cumming in my ass and I cummed in my hand and all over the wall.
She invited me over to her place. I shyly agreed. I followed her in my car and
when we arrived she lived in a very nice town house. Once in the house she
fixed us drinks, scotch I believe.
"Y'know", she said. "You are way to submissive. I believe your fascination
with shemales is that you really want to crossdress. Why not let me fix you
up."
I paused in fear.
"think about it, you're not really attracted to men, but you really enjoyed
taking it up the ass. I say how a cock up your ass really enhanced your
masturbation. I can tell you really enjoy jerking off with a cock up your ass.
Let me help you do it more often.
"What the hell", I said. "Why not you really turn me on."
She began by trimming my hair and placing make up then a blonde wig on my
head. She waxed my legs and removed all hair from my legs and continued with
my upper body. Next she pulled out clippers and shaved the hair around my
cock. I began to get hard again.
"Not yet sweety, You are not done yet", the brunette vixen
said to me.
Once done she dressed me in a young schoolgirl outfit. I had to admit I did
not look bad at all. Except that my large hard cock hanged out in front of the
way too short skirt. Even the panties coudl not conceal that.
"Don't worry my little school girl we have methods to conceal that." She
poured me another cock and began to suck my dick. At whick point I started
getting very dizzy. She rolled me over and told me to jerk off on all fours.
She began to fuck my ass and I could feel a powerful orgasm feeling. I was so
ashamed that this ass fucking made by cock so hard and that I was playing with
myself. I continued to play with my cock until she cummed in my ass then I
came all over my hands.
I was so woozy and couldn't move or speak. She tied some tight band around my
testicles.
"In a few minutes I'm going to do you a big favor. I'm going to make you my
little girl forever." she said to me.
I had no idea what she was talking about. The minutes passed away and I was
too numb to feel much. Then she pulled out a scalpel.
"Honey I'm going to take those balls of yours. When I'm done you will never
fuck anything ever again. But you can still jack off while taking it up the
ass. I think it's what you really want. After all you never really fuck
anybody. You just watch porn and jack off. Now you can take it up the ass and
jack off all the time."
With that she cut my balls off. The bleeding was minimal and she applied
gauze, and alcohol to the area where my balls used to be. I passed out in
shock. Now I'll be a crossdressing asswhore forever.
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Holiday Romance. | **[eunuch.org/_private/stories_ahdr.htm]**
## Holiday Romance.
**Date:** 18 Nov 1997
**Time:** 18:56:30
**Remote Name:** 204.30.69.115
**Remote User:**
### description
** hot ** A young man meets a pair of women on his camping holiday. They
decide that he should make a donation to them, and he getws the choice.
(penectomy)
### Comments
Holiday Romance. ===============
I was 17 and on holiday in South Wales. I had my own 1 man tent and my parents
slept in a caravan. On our first day, I set up my tent. It was hot and sweaty
so I was just wearing my baggy bermuda shorts. I went into the shop to buy
some provisions. I queued up at the till behind 2 girls about 16. I could
smell their perfume. It smelt good. They paid, smiled at me and went to the
doorway. I paid and headed out of the shop.
The 2 girls blocked the doorway, leaving a small gap for me to squeeze
through. I felt a little giddy as I tried to squeeze past. I found myself
looking into the eyes and smile of one of the girls. The one behind me pushed
me toward her. She held me in her arms and started to kiss me. I was feeling
faint from her closeness. Wow!!! I wasn't really experienced in these things
but it was feeling good.
She broke free of the kiss and took me by the hand into the forest behind the
shop. We came to a clearing. Her friend started to kiss me this time. I let
her. I was in a spin. As I kissed, the first girl kneeled down by me and ran
her fingers up and down my legs. Her fingers went inside my shorts and touched
my cock. It was incredible. My mouth just opened and the second girl pushed
her tongue into my mouth.
The first girl, lightly took hold of my shorts and eased them down to the
ground. I stept out of them. She touched the bulge in my briefs, teasingly
before delicately easing them down to the ground. I stepped out of them. I was
naked and felt fantastic. The girls switched positions and I kissed the first
girl again as the second ran her fingers up and down my hard cock. I felt her
touch my balls. I thought I felt her attach something to them. She went back
to my cock.
I ran my fingers along the first girls arm, I was getting brave. I moved it
towards her breasts. She didn't move away. I touched her soft breasts, they
felt so soft and delicate. She smiled at me. Then I felt a soaring pain in my
balls. I bent in two. She was still smiling. She had kneed me.
I tried to move and get my things but I felt my balls pulling me backwards. Or
more to the point the second girl was pulling me backwards by some string she
had tied around my balls. She stopped, I turned and stepped over the string
and charged her. As I approached her, girl 1 jumped on my back, slowing me
down sufficiently for a well aimed kick to my genitals from girl 2. I fell to
my knees. Girl 1 pulled me over backwards. I was now lying backwards with my
legs trapped under me, back arched in the air. Girl 2, couldnt miss. They
knew, I knew. She stepped up close. Took my balls in her hand punched them
several times until I passed out in pain.
When I awoke, I was alone in the glade. I was no longer naked. My genitals
were contained in a strong leather pouch. There was an opening to pee out of.
The tight piece near my body was locked with a small padlock. Oh Fuck!!!
I went off to my tent. I attacked this device with the few tools I have. I
almost broke the lock for good, so I gave up. The next day, I got up and went
in search of the girls. In fact I didnt see them for 3 days.
3 days later, I bumped into them again. "Hi, I'm Daniel" I said. "On your
knees Daniel" was the reply. I stood there in shock. They started to walk off.
I fell to my knees and shouted "OK, OK". They came back. "OK, doggy - lost
your bone?". One of them kicked me in my genital lock. They giggled. "Please,
let me out of this thing". "Not yet doggy, you'll run away". They introduced
themselves - Venus and Jupiter. Jupiter was male I thought but I kept quiet.
"To the glade", they said and off we went to their secret glade.
I stripped down to the genital lock. They bound me with straps to a tree. They
bound my throat, arms, legs, torsoe. I couldn't move. They released the lock
and my limp genitalia flopped out. Venus tied a string to my limp cock and
pulled it out straight. Venus asked me a question "Which do you prefer, your
cock or your balls?". "My cock" - she yanked my balls. She repeated the
question. "My balls" \- she smacked my cock with a stick. She continued this
process until the ache in balls was too intense so I repeated the same answer,
"My balls" 3 times.
"Oh, you've come to a decision at last". "We have a problem, Jupiter here is
lacking a penis and balls. We have given you a choice of what you wish to
donate to him and you have chosen to donate your penis. Tomorrow morning, we
go home so tonight is the cut off time". With that, they gagged me and left. I
was still tied to a tree. I struggled but to no avail. I was getting cold.
Very cold. My penis had shrivelled to less than 1 inch. I felt safe. They
wouldnt want it that small.
I heard noises coming towards me - I was saved. No. It was them. They de-robed
themselves in front of me. My first view of naked female flesh. It was a good
sight but as I feasted in it I knew that my last chance was going. I felt my
penis slowly come back to life. No! Stop I thought. Slowly at first then as it
grew it accelerated towards its death. They had had the last laugh, they
tricked my male body into donating to them my masculinity itself.
Venus came over to me and then Jupiter knelt before me. Venus rested my head
on her shoulder. She smiled and stroked my head. We both looked down as
Jupiter took hold of my engorged penis and raised her knife to it. Jupiter was
doing the sacrifice and Venus was trying to share my experience. The
experience was short lived. It was a few seconds, and over. They cut me down
and a lay in the dirt as the 2 girls walked off with my penis.
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A real Young man's real life wish (revised) II with email contact info | GAY, TG | A boy who wants to have a pussy in the near future. I want to be a boy with a pussy. Re-Edited with email contact info. [email protected] | My Future, New life (revised, made corrections).
I have already envisioned myself what my life will be like in a few years. I
am tired who I am right now and what to be something new. I always had that
dream it, one day it will come true. I am talking about a new person that I
really wanted to be.
I have heard of different body alterations that people went through. Men
became ladies and ladies became men. Men became transvestites and some women
became men with pussies. Some women became men and kept their pussies, like
Buck Angel. Then, there are hermaphrodites, men and women having opposite sex
organs. I admire Chance Ryder who was a hermaphrodite and had kept his born
pussy, but unfortunately died of depression.
Some people want to be gays. Men love each other, and so do women. Some love
to dress opposite clothes, like men wearing dresses and stockings, while women
wear white t-shirts, jeans, and a baseball cap.
We all humans have equal rights. As explain above, people alter their sex and
body. What I want to do is to have a GRS operation without ever taking
hormones. I will ask to alter only the genitals. I just want to go in there
and ask if I could only have a vagina and nothing further. I do not want
plastic surgery and breast development. I want my man chest, smooth man legs
and man face and vagina, a shaved pussy. That would make my life happy. I want
it to happen and its going to happen.
In a couple of weeks, when my pussy is healed, I will throw all my man clothes
out to the trash, except tight long sleeve shirts and tank tops. I will have
to buy dress skirts, short skirts, girls t-shirts, bathing suits, low-heel
pumps, and a closet size full of sheer-to-waist pantyhose without cotton
gusset.
When I wake up and go to the mirror, I should see me in my mustache face,
tight-sleeved shirt, and in pantyhose pussy and pantyhose legs. Daily routine
is in the morning is to brush teeth, shave my beard and legs, mustache trim
along the lips, poop, shower and put on my dress and pantyhose, or shirt,
skirt, and pantyhose, or medium size football jersey and pantyhose on and eat
breakfast. I will have a boyfriend who loves a boy with a shaved pussy to make
sex with and loves to kiss my mustache lips.
SNR
Please be free to email me at [email protected] for comments and
suggestions. If you know how can I have a Vagina (Vaginoplasty) Surgery only
during grs, let me know and doctors to contact. I am sure its not allowed, but
I will make it happen. I will go through any method to obtain a pussy without
any other female modifications. Please let me know if anyone is in the same
boat like me. If you love pantyhose, tell me. Thanks
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Goodbye to Large and Wonderful Balls? | TESTICLES | I require to eliminate my sex drive, so as to worship my wife's need more, etc. | ` I have an 8" circumsised cock and very large balls. `
I have been married 3X and have had two common in law girlfriends.
I have also been a slave to two male masters. They were both exceptional, as
is my 3rd wife.
I am 6', 185lbs.
My moniker is Loving Tongue. Why, because I can bring my wife to orgasm in 5
minutes and 3 if I use a soft rubber dildoe with my tongue. Yes she loves my
cock, but can do without. She is therefore, quite enjoying the fantasy and now
would like to see it's fruition. No pun please.
I have a contact in the Southern States who is a cutter of some reknown.
We will arrive in his State and he will play tour guide. All the time I will
be hard as a rock knowing that we are talking about hours before I will become
gelded. The tour will last about 2-3 days. I like this person through e-mail,
and will no doubt find him exquisite in person.
Because of my S/M desires I have opted for no anethesia.
While I was in Mexico 2 years ago, I became aware of
the delicacy; prairie oysters.My wife comes on a dime when she thinks about
the preperation and consumption of my testicles. (fruit off the vine). My
balls will have to be marinated and tenderized. Think about it.
I will be stitched up close with tight sutures so that my limp cock will stand
alone. I prefer that to the slice and dice method. My 8" cock that has
manipulated me too often will be become flaccid.
I am tight and muscular, however new times are ahead when I will become softer
and less competitive.
Travelling down to the States is too expensive and conflicting at this time.
But, I can wait.
Stay tuned!
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Fantasy Island -- II | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | None | I stepped off the seaplane onto the pier. The hostess was waiting
for me. She put a lei on me, then gave me a hug and a kiss. "
Welcome to Fantasy Island. I am Angela, your hostess. It was a
long flight. Are you thirsty? Have a drink." The waitress offered
me a choice of five drinks, all of them my favorite. I picked up the
glass of pina colada. The hostess took my hand and led me towards
the jeep. "I will take you there."
The scenery was panoramic. The road followed the coast line:
beautiful beaches on one side, steep mountains covered with luxuriant
rain forest on the other. After a while, we came to the end of the
road. She kept driving. Twenty yards later, she drove straight into
the foliage without hesitation. There was a path! It was dark and
winding. The vegetation was so thick that I could not see the sky at
all. Half the time I could not see the front end of the jeep.
Suddenly, the thick vegetation disappeared. We were in a secluded
cove about a third of a mile wide. Tall trees covered most of the
ground. The brushes had fragrant flowers of all colors. The grass
was greener than any I had seen. The beach had fine white sand.
Angela drove on the wet sand. In a few hours, the tide would wash
away the tire mark. She stopped at the foot path of flat round
stone. "Go to the house. Ring the bell. Then your fantasy begins. I
will make sure that your luggage, well, anything you need will be
there."
I rang the bell. A low sexy voice said: "Come in." She laid on the
couch, wearing only a lace teddy and a G string. Her long wavy blond
hair reached down to her shoulder. Her big blue eyes sparkled. Her
skin was flawless. She smelled like orchid with a trace of hormone.
A tattoo chain of tiny flowers encircled her left ankle. The dimple
made her looked innocent.
"So, you are the slave. Listen carefully to the rules. You will
obey me absolutely. You are here to serve me. You will not have
orgasm without my permission."
"Yes mistress".
"Take off all your clothes." I stripped with pride, knowing that my
athletic body would please her. My cock and balls are huge. She held
out her right hand. I walked up to her, putting my balls in her hand
as a gesture of submission. She squeezed them very hard, letting me
know the punishment for disobedience. I had to maintain an erection
at all times. It was easy with such a beautiful mistress.
I fixed mistress dinner, mixed her drinks, bathed her, brushed her
hair, gave her massage. I was an excellent masseur. Mistress liked
me to suck her toes. I finished the massage by going down on her. I
licked her for hours. She was in no hurry and had many orgasms. We
went swimming. Instead of holding hands and walked on the beach, she
put a leash on my balls and led me around. She sometimes made me get
on all fours so she could walked her dog, me, with the ball leash.
Once in a while, she gave me a hard jerk. She liked to hurt my
balls. She knee them without warning. She would find fault with me
where there was none and kicked my balls. Everyday, we repeated my
first gesture of submission. Her soft silky hand was strong as
steel. She told me Goddess gave male balls so that women could
always control us. I was grateful. The pain kept me from coming.
It was honey moon; it was better than honey moon. Time ceased to
exist.
It was like the night before. I served mistress. I sucked her to
many orgasms. Then I licked my way back up to her highly sensitive
breasts. Mistress liked her slave to worship them. She pulled my
hair hard, bringing my face to hers. Then she kissed me deeply, our
first kiss. We kissed and kissed. My hands roamed all over her
body. Her hands grabbed my butt and pulled hard. I was inside her
for the first time. My body was racked with pleasure. "Oh mistress,
I am afraid I am going to come." Mistress fucked me with abandon. I
was losing control. We came together. I lost count of my orgasms,
her orgasms. Totally spent, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
"On your knees." I quickly got out of bed and kneeled in front of
mistress. Her voice was stern, but still sexy. She could not hide
her afterglow.
"Did I tell you that you could come?"
"No mistress."
Mistress brought out her stockings and tied me to the bed posts. She
stood above me, kicking my balls like she had done so many times
before. My body, twisting in pain, aroused something in her.
Suddenly she lost control and kicked my balls as if she was an Amazon
warrior in combat. Pain exploded. The room turned red. I could see
stars and lightning in a red sky and nothing else. I swore I heard
my balls pop.
I woke up on a beach chair, under a coconut tree. On my left hand
side was a small coffee table with half a glass of pina colada. I saw
the seaplane across the bay. Angela came out of the cabin with a
large tray of seafood and fruit.
"I must have made the drink too strong. It really knocked you out."
"Where is mistress?" I asked her.
"Your fantasy ended."
I reached down with my left hand. My balls were still intact. "I
think she crushed my balls. Pain just exploded. I saw nothing but
stars and lightning in a red sky. I swear I heard my balls pop."
"I always make sure that my guests leave here satisfied. And I
always make them healthier. After lunch, I will drive you to the
pier".
When we were almost there, I finally got enough courage to ask Angela
the question. "Can I see mistress again? I love her. I don’t mind
if she crush my balls or cut off my cock."
"No. You come here to live out a fantasy. The people you meet are
part of the fantasy. You return home with a wonderful memory. But I
would like to introduce you to another guest whose holiday just
ended. It is a long flight. You may enjoy her company."
She was already on the pier, sitting on her luggage. She wore T-
shirt and shorts. She had short, straight brown hair. Her big
brown eyes sparkled. A birthmark was very sexy. She smelled like
orchid with a trace of hormone. A tattoo chain of tiny flowers
encircled her left ankle. The dimple made her looked innocent. Her
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Prisoner Awaiting Sentencing :conclusion | STRAIGHT, Castration | My ex wife\'s revenge | I laid there cold and nude. Hands and legs shackled and spread in a wide, firm
"X". My penis was hard and throbbing as I looked at the room full of now naked
women. I counted them. 18 various body shapes and ages. Some very beautiful,
some not so beautiful. But it was the one that stood in front of me that
bothered me the mose! It was my ex wife, Diane. Naked and slightly plus-sized
with her huge 44DD breasts she smiled at me with an evil smile.
"I have been waiting fo this moment for a long time!" she said. She grabbed my
balls hard. I let out a yell. "Time to be sentenced!" With that, she walked to
the front of the room and picked up a piece of paper. Holding it up before her
like a scroll she read, "Richard, you are hereby sentenced. And your sentence
is to be carried out immediately." I shivered and yelled "What sentence?!"
One of the other women came over with the big kitchen knife and grabbed my
hard penis,"Shut up or I'll cut you cock off!" Tears ran down my face.
Diane continued reading, "Richard your are sentenced to........CASTRATION! To
be carried out immediately!"
Women in the room cheered and applauded. I cried out "No, no, no! No please
not that!"
The women all started preparing. I saw my ex wife take a loop of fishing line
like she had done to me before. Except this time she was going to finish. Two
of the other women brought forward a strange device. It was wooden and it
opened. They closed it around the base of my penis. It pinched my flesh. I
realized that it exposed my balls and held them out. I cried out and begged my
ex wife "Diane, no please don't do this! PLEASE DON'T CASTRATE ME!"
She and several of the women just laughed.
Diane came forward and leaned over as she put the loop around my doomed balls.
Her big breasts swayed all over. I felt the loop tighten around my balls.
"Ready girls?" she called out.
"YES!!!!!!!!!!!!" the room called out in unison.
She slowly closed the loop and I screamed. The line started to cut. I looked
around the room. Naked women fingered themselves. They were getting off on me
losing my balls!
The line closed more. I could feel myself bleeding. It reached the cords.
Diane was almost drooling. Now, she pulled it hard. I screamed and
unbelievably, I came! My white load shot all over.
One big pull and Diane held up my severed sack for the room to see. two women
came over and started working as to stop my bleeding.
My screams filled the room. Diane said "Qiet him down!" and they gave me a
shot.
The room started to get fuzzy. My pain turned to blackness.
I woke up in my own bed. God that had been a frightning dream. I pulled off
the covers and was horrified. There was only a stitched seam where my balls
used to be. I was a Eunuch!
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Amazon Series III: The Queen's Wedding | The Queens Wedding -- Part III of the Amazon Series.
I am The First Queen, The Male Conqueror, The Beautiful. I am about to marry
Jenny, my love, my general of Female Guards. We were secret lovers when I was
still the queen and plaything of my late husband, king of the Maledom Empire.
On that unforgettable night so long ago, Jenny cut off his balls and then his
cock just before he came in me. Then we started the revolution that conquered
all males and established Amazonia. No mans come had touched me since. I kept
a few sex slaves. I ride their cocks, but I never let them come. We loved to
strap a slave comfortably to a chair and let him watch us making love. We
teased his cock mercilessly, using it as a hanger for our bras and lingerie.
The only things Jenny like about males are cock-tease and castration.
We seized power, me with the help of the Female Guards. Then male rebellion
broke out. They could not accept being ruled by a queen. When we defeat the
rebels, we always cut off their cocks and balls. They gradually realized that
I wanted to make all males into slaves. So all the male rebels got together.
And I sent Jenny, commanding our Female Guards, out to crush them, by the
balls. We were going to build an empire in which every male was a slave. Male
orgasm could not occurred without his mistresss permission. I wanted an
empire of female love, an empire in which every male would be castrated sooner
or later.
The night before Jenny left, she came to my bedroom for a long night of
lovemaking. Exhausted, I stroked her lovely long hair and asked her to marry
me. We engaged with a kiss. Then I asked her to marry me at once, just the two
of us, an exchange of a vow of love. She refused. "I want a great wedding. I
want to give you the perfect wedding present: a million cocks." We then
promised each other not to have sex until the wedding night.
Jenny defeated the males easily. Then the Great Castration began. Countless
thousands of cocks and balls were cut off. The males were totally crushed, by
their balls. They will never have any power again. Jenny then when through
many cities of the rebel area, castrating every male she could find.
She had all the cocks and balls preserved in big glass barrels. It was going
to be my wedding present. On her way home, guards were sent out to announce
the castration caravan, with the glass barrels of cocks and balls for all to
see. All males were made to watch. It was hard to keep the women away. Some of
them followed the caravan for miles before turning back.
The leader of the males were totally naked. To everyones delight, his huge
cock was hard. Jenny later told me she put powerful aphrodisiac in his water.
Jenny led him to me with a leash on his balls. One hundred rebel males were
similarly bound and led, by their balls. They were all chosen for their big
cocks. Then I announce our wedding. It was victory and wedding celebrations in
one. She did bring me the wedding present of a million cocks. I would build a
temple to honor Goddess and house the million cocks forever. We would cut off
one hundred more cocks to celebrate our wedding.
We had the feast. Then the wedding ceremony began. We stood in front of the
high priestess. Jenny pledge her eternal love. Then I gave the vow which were
to become standard in years to come. "I will love you forever. As a token of
my love, I forswear the pleasure of fucking any male." The high priestess
looped a silk band around our hands, and we were married.
The leader of the male rebels was tied to a bench, his cock sticking high in
the air through a hole in the wooden shield. We only wanted to cut off his
cock and balls, nothing else. Together, we picked up a short, slim sword made
of gold. With the sword in our hands, we cut slowly. Everyone cheered when the
cock and balls came off. Then came my little surprise. My favorite slave was
tied to a bench in the same way. Guards carried out the bench. His cock and
balls would be my wedding gift. Jenny was always unhappy about cocks going
into my little pussy. This was my gift to her: no more male fucking. Servants
put the two sets of cocks and balls into two beautiful crystal jars with
preservatives. She gave me the jar with the rebel leaders cock and balls; I
gave her the one from my favorite slave.
Then came the highlight of the wedding. Guards pulled back the curtains. The
hundred rebels were all tied to benches, with their huge cocks sticking
straight up. Holding the sword together, we proceeded to slice them off. Some
we cut slowly, teasing the poor thing one last time with the sword. Some we
quickly chopped off. Some we sliced off inch by inch to the stem. The cheering
was getting louder and louder. Then Jenny got behind me, held her left hand
around my waist and her right hand over my right hand, holding the sword.
Together, we ran forward. Like a galloping horsewomen cutting down all enemies
in her path, we cut off the last twenty cocks in rapid succession, on the run.
Jenny was an excellent swordswoman. After the sword sliced through each cock,
she flicked our hands backward. The cock flew high into the air for all to
see. After the last one, the applause was thunderous. Some guests were so
aroused that they unclasped each others bras and started making love.
We could not hold it any longer. The long period of no sex, the excitement of
the mass castration, and the sight of our guests making out was too much to
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Lost them! | TESTICLES, castration | Guy forcefully castrated | There was a man who came to my small town in western Australia. He fucked
around with women and did not take any care and managed to get 3 pregnant. He
even seems to be proud of his fertility and would boast about it. One of my
friends found out this guy had done the same thing in another small town, and
he had left because of the trouble he had caused.
One of the men (Joe) whos daughter was made pregnant by this guy, got a group
of us together to punish the guy. There were 7 of us in all.
The guy used to do casual farm work to earn his income. He started working for
me, for several weeks only, as I had a lot of work to cover. I had been
observing him, myself for some time. He was quite good looking, about 6' tall,
hairy, stocky build. He was arrogant around men, but was seductive to women
that he liked.
One day when the guy came to my farm for work, and the other 6 men arrived as
arranged. We grabbed him and held him down while Joe brought out his razor and
some iodine. We stripped the guy, mainly by cutting away his clothes as he was
quite strong and it took all our efforts to control him. Joe shaved the hair
off the guys groin and balls, and painted them with iodine. I held one of the
guys legs as I was one of the biggest and strongest men of the group. I was a
good position as I could see all that was happening.
Once he had finished preparing the guy, Joe cut a hole in the sack and poped
out one of the balls. Joe was skilled in castrating animals, so the job was
easy for him. Once the first ball was removed and put into a jar, Joe popped
out the second ball and cut it free too. The other six of us were struggling,
holding the guy down, while Joe worked on him. It only took a few minutes to
remove his balls, even less if the guy had not struggled so much. Joe closed
up the gap with bandaids and painted the guys balls with iodine again to
minimise infection. The guys balls were quite large, and joe added some
alcohol to the jar to preserve them. He wanted to keep them as a trophy.
The guy tried to break free while we castrated him, and almost did several
times, but he was helpless against 6 of us. He had realised something nasty
was going to happen to him once we started removing his work clothes, and from
that point he was yelling at us to stop. He even started to say he was sorry
about his behavour, but we were determined to stop him for good.
A few weeks later the guy left the town, as word got out about what happened
to him. he will not get any more women pregnant again!
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Princes 4 | GAY, TESTICLES, MINOR | The Princes and their companions arrive at the complex where they are now to reside. | ` PRINCES (4) `
(initially ‘WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO THE PRINCES IN THE TOWER’)
By Pueros
(Hist)
Chapter 4 – Topkapi
(Constantinople, January 1484)
One of the magnificent structures the wagon passed was a huge domed edifice
with a narrow but tall pointed brick tower in the south-eastern corner. The
boys would later learn that the main structure was the Hagia Sophia, formerly
a Byzantine Christian cathedral commissioned centuries before by the Emperor
Justinian I, which at this time still retained frescoes and mosaics of
Christian saints despite being converted to be a Moslem mosque, with its new
apse and altar, or ‘mihrap’, facing Mecca. The tower was a minaret, the first
of four that would eventually appear at each corner. The boys themselves
would, over the next few years, occasionally spy the second tower gradually
appear on the city skyline at the north-eastern corner as Sultan Bayezid
repeated his father’s earlier minaret construction.
The wagon eventually arrived at the gates of a huge complex of splendid
buildings, which the boys were soon to discover was the ‘Saray’, Persian for
‘palace’, vast sumptuous home of the Sultan. It was known at the time to
Europeans as the ‘Grand Seraglio’ but would later be called the ‘Topkapi
Palace’. ‘Topkapi’ means ‘cannon gate’, a name derived from the two large
cannons that guarded the Imperial water gate on the Bosphorus.
The sprawling pastiche of different architectural styles had been begun in
1453 by Mehmet II, the ‘Conqueror’, and additions would be made by his
successors over subsequent centuries. The many thousands who dwelt within the
walls were answerable only to the Sultan, who was answerable only to God. The
complex, veritably a city within a city, comprised a large group of big
beautiful buildings and lovely garden courtyards, connected by gates. There
were three distinct areas, the Outer Palace, Inner Palace and the Forbidden
Palace or Harem, also known as the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Courts.
The Saray’s many guards, gardeners and craftsmen dressed in distinctive
colour-coded garb for identification and resided in dormitories within the
Outer Palace, a busy colourful place that even possessed its own zoo, with
bears, elephants and lions. The Inner Palace included accommodation for a
large number of Imperial bureaucrats who conducted the central administration
of the expanding Empire. The Forbidden Palace, or Harem, included the Sultan’s
private home. It comprised a series of luxurious suites, many elaborately
tiled in blue, turquoise and aquamarine or lined with charming still-life
frescoes, that housed the Imperial family. The running of the Imperial
household would be typically organised by the Sultan’s mother or the senior of
his wives, of whom he was permitted up to four by Islamic law. The Imperial
children and concubines, of both sexes, would also be housed within.
For the female members of the Imperial family and female and male concubines,
the Forbidden Palace was actually a gilded cage because they led a completely
cloistered life, guarded by a corps of black eunuchs who served as go-betweens
with the outside world where they were not allowed to go. Privacy and silence
were the main rules to be observed. The only entrance to this 3rd Court was
called the ‘Gate of Felicity’, through which access was controlled by the Kapi
Agha or Chief White Eunuch. He also oversaw the Palace School and commanded
the Inner Palace services including, most importantly, all messages conveyed
to the Sultan. Outsiders were granted permission to enter the Forbidden Palace
only by invitation of the Sultan, conveyed via the Kapi Agha, and assignations
were always ritualised and usually limited to a few officials. For other
outsiders, the 3rd Court was strictly off-limits.
Nevertheless, the Forbidden Palace was still a busy place as it accommodated
two other groups of people, both mainstays of the Ottoman Empire, besides the
Imperial family and their black eunuchs. The corps of White Eunuchs and the
Imperial Pages were both residents of the Courtyard of the White Eunuchs
within the 3rd Court. The courtyard was small by palace standards and was
located to the left of the Gate of Felicity. At its centre was a fountain
where the eunuchs and their charges washed.
The responsibilities of the white eunuchs were twofold. First, they assisted
their leader in the performance of his duties, especially by acting as the
Sultan’s personal guards. Second, they supervised the Imperial Pages, boys
training for important posts within the Empire, usually in groups of ten
youngsters. Palace eunuchs were invariably either Caucasian or black because
it was against Islamic law to emasculate a Muslim. They would be castrated at
an early age and some would spend time first as male concubines until they
became too old to satisfy the Sultan’s tastes. Most of the white eunuchs came
from the Balkans and Greece, conquered by the Ottomans over the last century,
although some, like the Kapi Agha himself, had been secured from more distant
European lands and were therefore rare and highly prized.
At the north-eastern corner of the 3rd Court was the Treasury, which had
formed the original palace and was perhaps still the most beautiful of its
structures. The building was the Sultan’s personal quarters. The exterior was
rather simple and serene, giving little hint of its dazzling interior, which
comprised four rooms, two porches, one facing the Sea of Marmara, and two
basements. Each of the main rooms had a throne for the Sultan’s comfort, each
solid gold and inlaid with ebony and mother-of-pearl or set with emeralds and
rubies. One had been made by melting down 80000 gold ducats. The rooms were
decorated with many other rich splendours, such as jewelled armour and weapons
and miniature paintings. The ‘Topkapi Dagger’ was to play a major role in a
20th century film. The basements formed the Sultan’s depository for his
personal immense fortune, enormous by any standards. The rooms were full of
tributes and war booty, including the 5th largest diamond known to the world,
even today.
This was the new world to which the six beautiful fair-skinned, blonde-haired,
blue-eyed boys from north-western Europe, including the rightful King of
England and his brother, were now destined.
(To be continued in Chapter 4 – ‘Eunuchs’)
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Desert Cutting, The | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | A boy is prepared. | ` He was only fourteen when he was done. He was pretty, with close cropped
blond hair and a slim, smooth skinned body. The smooth flesh between his legs
provided him with his source of income. Those old ladies could not get enough
of his long penis and his two plump testicles. If they paid the money they
could have them. And pay they did. They sure did dirty things to him when they
had him stripped. But he had gotten used to it, and he was making money. Being
a male whore was not so bad. Until that night, the night his whole life
suddenly changed. There was nothing unusual about the stretch limo that had
pulled up that night, or nothing unusual about the two female inside. Often he
was used by two, or sometimes even three women together. The women in the back
had got out of the car and approached him. She was tall, with long black hair,
and pretty in a hard sort of way. She made no secret about what she wanted.
She agreed the price without hesitation, but wanted to see the goods first.
Again there was nothing strange about that request. Many of the clients
requested the same thing. She took him down a dimly lit alley, and leaned him
back against the wall. He was wearing a pair of shorts , high cut in order to
show off his bulge. She unzipped them , inserted her hand and drew out his
penis and nuts. She examined his penis, milking back the foreskin. She paid a
lot of attention to nuts, her fingers searching and feeling for the contents
of his soft sac.`
" You will do," she said, come on, get in the car".
The woman who was driving was rather plump with short blond hair. She never
said a word as the drove out of the city. They had driven into the desert for
about twenty miles when they stopped. This was nothing new, many of his female
clients took him to the desert to strip and use him. It was totally deserted
out here.
The dark haired women told him to get out. She took a blanket from the trunk
and laid it on the ground a short distance from the car. The driver stayed
sitting in the car, which surprised him.
" Ok, she said, " strip and lie on the blanket".
He did as she said, lying back and opening his legs. She stood over him,
gazing at his naked young body.
Kneeling beside him she took hold of his scrotum.
" You have big testicles for a boy so young" she said quietly.
Then she said very calmly, " I am going to rape you now".
And rape him she did. He had never experienced such a frantic violent assault
before. He had cried out with pain a couple of times when she really hurted
him between his legs. Then she had calmed down, put his penis into her mouth
and emptied his sac.
She led him back to the car, weak and trembling.
Still naked he gulped down the drink she gave him. She smiled as she watched
him drink. Then it started. He felt himself go dizzy and weak. Totally
confused, his head spinning, he felt his body go numb. Then , somehow, he was
sitting on her lap, his back to her. He could not struggle, could not move,
his whole body seemed numb. Her hands were grasping him behind his knees now,
pulling them up to his shoulders. He could hear her voice, as if in the
distance, making soothing noises.
" There now , be a good boy, it will soon be over, soon be over".
Then he realised the plump woman, the driver, was kneeling between his legs.
Her face seemed to swim into view, she seemed to be smiling. He could not
move, why could he not move?. Through the haze he could see her fingers
holding his scrotum, she was washing it with something. He could hear those
distant voices again.
" Always easier to do them after they come, they hang down better in the sac
after they come".
The woman holding him open had her mouth to his ear, now nibbling him.
" We are going to do you now little boy" she breathed into his ear, this is
where you get the knife".
She had barely finished when he felt the pain between his legs.
Outside, the desert was still and silent, moonlight glinting on the roof of
the parked car. Then a high pitched scream shattered the silence. Followed
shortly afterwards by another. The screams of a young boy in the process of
being castrated. Then silence except for the muffeled sobbing. The window of
the limo slid down silently, and two ovals of flesh, which had hung, up to a
few moments ago between a boys legs, were tossed out on to the sand.
To be continued.
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Willem, Trista and the Birthday Gift - Pt. II | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Trista receives the ultimate gift. | ` They entered the room. It was brightly lit with torch lamps and overheads. A
mirror hung from the ceiling. Willem squeezed her hand, knowing she did this
so he could watch. The room was antiseptically washed and scrubbed. A rolling
tray would hold the doctor's instruments. Dr. Feltor viewed the room. "Well
done," he said. "This will work perfectly." "Now, you two, I am going to take
some time to prepare my tray, wash up and put on scrubs. If you would like
some time alone, please do so now." `
Trista led Willem to her bedroom down the hall and closed the door. "I want
you one more time, please before we do this," she said softly. "I feel the
same," and he raised the dress over her head. They moved to the bed and he
removed his pants and shirt. He stopped momentarily and looked at her. "This
is it, I guess, will you still love me?" She was touched and threw herself
onto him. "My love for you is never ending."
Her skin burned as it always did under his touch. She was wet and he was hard
and ready for her. She licked his balls and rolled them in her mouth, making
loving sounds, while she stroked him hard with her hand. He loved this
pleasurable feeling and how much attention she lavished on his balls. Yes, he
would give them to her, they belonged to her because she truly loved him and
them.
He brought her on top of him and bore into her eyes and smiled. She rode him
hard, his hands glued to her hip bones. She liked it best this way, so she
could watch him and his beautiful face. He moved to finger her clit which was
already fully engorged. She began to howl lowly in the passion. He was
watching her eyes rolling back, her mouth agape as he sensed her first orgasm
coming on. His own excitement was growing and he wanted to explode inside her.
It had been a long time since he came inside her. It wasn't a trust issue, but
nontheless, he didn't want to make a baby. But tonight, he would erupt inside
her. It might be the last time and he wanted to honor her with his cum
dripping from her.
There was thunder in his ears, he was so close. "Oh, baby, please let's cum
right now, together. Right now, pleeeeease," she pleaded. Four more thrusts
and they groaned together, connected and he felt himself spray his cum into
her farthest reaches. She was elated that he allowed her this. They held one
another till the spasms quieted. "I love you, Willem," she whispered. "Mmmm, I
know you do," was his reply. A knock on the door came. "I'm ready for you now,
Willem." They looked at each other -- "Okay, we'll be right there." she spoke
for both of them.
Lying on the bed, the doctor wiped the testicle, groin and anal area with
antiseptic and put a warmed blanket on Willem's chest. His penis taped up to
keep it out of the arena of workmanship. Cleaned and robed in hospital scrubs,
Trista watched through the lens of the video camera. She adjusted the tripod
so that she could have the academy award winning home video that they would
watch when they were 70 and make wild passionate love. She was a dreamer for
certain.
The doctor talked to Willem about the anesthesia he would be injecting and
eased the needles into the scrotum and groin area. His voice was soft and
conversational. A good 30 minutes went by until the actual surery began.
During that time, Trista left the room to retrieve a certain item.
"Willem, are you comfortable?" asked the doctor. "Yes," he replied. "We are
going to begin now, Willem, last chance to say "No." Willem shook his head -
"Please continue."
Dr. Feltor made his first incision around the perimeter of the left testicle.
He gently talked to Willem, explaining everything he was doing. It was a slow,
precise, professional handling of this alteration of Trista's lover and of
course she preferred this to the "butchering" of another famous cutter. The
"after" pictures, she was sure would show his testicle area to be as smooth as
a baby's bottom. She would nurse him through his recovery and be there if he
began to become depressed.
More cutting. She watched mesmerized as Willem in his own dreamy state, viewed
it all in the mirror above him. She was getting wet and hot again looking at
the incision and the gentleness with which Dr. Feltor touched and cut him.
"Willem, I am going to start removing the left testicle." The sac was cut away
and there was blood. His hand was in to remove the first ball, precisely
sawing at the heavy flesh. He held it up like a newborn baby. "Here is #1 of
2," announced the doctor. He placed it on a tray and brought it to Willem to
give him a close-up view. "Quite a specimen, isn't it doc?" "Yes, yes, very
healthy, Willem," the doctor agreed. "Shall we go for #2?" "Yes," they both
spoke at once.
"I'm now cutting into the other sac," as Feltor expertly worked the scalpel
and blotted the blood and ooze coming from the incision. Trista stepped away
from the camera to move closer to Willem. He was actually getting an erection
and she longed to take him in her mouth as the doctor cut. With her gloved
hand, she touched the hardness of his cock. She would have to fantasize that
she was sucking him. Again, behind the camera, she was lusting for him,
watching the splendor of the surgery. She panned for a close-up as Dr. Feltor
removed his #2, placing it gently on the tray. Once again, he presented it to
Willem. He reached out to touch his manhood, his sexuality laid bare before
him.
"Nice work, doctor," he mused. The doctor returned to the surgical arena.
"Willem, I am now going to remove the sace and then stitch you up." "This will
take at least another 45 minutes. Are you still comfortable?" Willem replied,
"Yes, I'm okay."
Willem watched from the mirror above, and she through the lens, trying to
capture each cut and Willem's expressions. The flesh was cut away and disposed
of into a kidney-shaped pan. Willem's balls were on a tray, waiting for
someone to claim them. More quiet talk and explanations and now finally to the
stitching. "I'm going to close you up tightly, Willem." "We are going to
create a smooth look under here." "Fine, thank you," Willem replied. More
stitching, cleaning the area and removing the useless flesh.
The doctor turned to Trista. "We are almost done here. "I'm going to dispose
of the waste at the hospital." "I have written instructions for Willem's
after-care." "Please call me immediately if he presents any symptoms of
infection." And to Willem - "I'll want to examine you in one week and we can
again discuss hormone therapy."
"Ill leave you two alone now and show myself out." "Thank you Doctor," said
Willem sincerely. Trista relayed her thanks and opened the guest room door for
him. She went to Willem and kissed him deeply. "I got it all on tape, how do
you feel,hon?" "Actually, pretty good," he said. "What do you think?" he
questioned. "It think you are going to look gorgeous down there once the
swelling has gone down and the stitches melt."
She walked to redirect the camera so it was set on them. "It's time, Willem."
From her smock she removed the heart-shaped crystal jar. He knew what she
wanted. She reached for the tray holding his balls and brought it to him. He
touched them as you would fine diamonds, inspecting them. "They're beautiful,
aren't they?" he asked. "Yes, my love, they are exquisite," she whispered to
him. "May I please kiss them?" He held the tray toward her. Trista picked up
each one of them and tenderly kissed it and lickedit. He was so turned on to
see her caress them with her lips. She handed the tray back to him and
produced the jar. He placed each one gently into the crytal jar and closed the
lid. Trista was tearing up. With one hand on the jar and one on her face, he
presented them to her. "Happy Birthday, Trista!" The tears were blurring her
vision. "Thank you, Willem, it is the most treasured gift I've ever received."
She held the jar close to her heart and he wiped away the tears streaming down
from her face. "I love you, Willem,"she sobbed. "I know you do and I love you
too, Trista." She sought a warm blanket and covered him over. She climbed
besie him, her treasure in hand, and together they slept forever bonded by the
gift.
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The girl down by the barn | PENECTOMY | A well endowed black man attempts to trick a dumb farm girl, unfortunately she ends up being much more dumb then he expects... | Every day James would walk home from a hard days work passing an old red barn.
One day he heard moans coming from the barn and he walked over to investigate.
He crept up to a window on the barn and to his amazement saw a young farm girl
straddling a large cucumber sticking through a knot hole in the barn. This
went on every day for a month.
One day james had a brilliant idea. He skipped work that day and headed
towards the barn instead. He placed his massive 10 inch cock through the hole,
not realizing he had become stuck.
Shortly after the young farm girl showed up and immediately saw the massive
black cock sticking through the wall. She walked over curiously, touched the
tip a couple times and exclaimed, "It looks like it got rotten again" And
without hesitation picked up some pruning shears and snipped poor James dick
right off.
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New Beginnings... | TESTICLES | In the future criminals are dealt with in a humane manner.... | ` Carl had become quite fond of Dr. Miller. In the six months since his
conviction of rape and assault she had patiently explained the purpose of his
treatment and the results that were expected. Carl enjoyed thir daily
counseling sessions and also enjoyed fantasizng about her lovely body as he
masturbated in his cell.He often imagined his large penis erect and hard
between Dr. Miller's ample cleavage... `
Dr. Miller smiled at Carl. "Today, she softly said to him, your treatment will
be completed. And ,Carl. you will be free to return to the community. Without
your testicles you will be able to focus on serving the community instead of
your sexual and somewhat violent needs" Carl heard the words but did not quite
process their meaning...Dr. Miller had arranged for a mild sedative to be
added to his juice that morning and its calming effects were already working.
As if in a dream Carl felt himself being helped into a large chair-his legs
placed into stirrups and a mask of nitrous oxide placed over his mouth. He saw
Dr. Miller smile at him and then say to the small group of young interns " I
am going to remove the patient's scrotum and testicles. Carl is a bright young
man and without any sexual desires or abilities will be a fine citizen. Please
pay close attention. She lifted Carl's penis away from his scrotum and
began...He recalled her cupping his scrotum firmly in her hands and then
drifted off..
Carl awoke 2 hours later and saw Dr. Miller sitting quietly at his bedside.
She smiled at him and told him everything went quite well. She scheduled him
for a one week and then a 6 month follow-up examination.
Six months later Carl's vist with Dr. Miller officially ended his
rehabilitation. He was an exemplary worker at the plastics factory-no sick
days and much respected by his peers. His large penis no longer became erect,
and he never realized he did not even notice Dr.Miller's large pink nipples
showing through her sheer white blouse. Dr. Miller noted the castration had
been a very complete success.
That evening Dr. Miller closed Carl's case officially and , as was her custom.
carefully placed the jar containing his large scrotum and testicles into her
antique wood dresser..She placed a small white label with his name and the
number "eunuch # 43, 2001 on the jar.
Next morning she smiled at Robert as she met him for the first
time...."Robert, she warmly said, I am Dr. Miller and today we begin your
rehabilitation." Robert stared at her heavy full breasts, never dreaming in
six short months he would never even notice them........
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Diary Of A Penectomy (Exerpt) | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | ` Diary of a Penectomy (excerpt) `
May 1, 2000
The decision is made. This piece of flesh hanging between my legs must go. I
don’t know how to do it yet. It will be removed.
May 3, 2000
I bought a copy of Gray’s Anatomy. It is an interesting read. This strengthens
my resolve. I will have this done. I will do it myself. I found a surgical
supply this morning while driving to work. I think I’ll stop there tomorrow
and get some supplies.
May 4, 2000
I found the eunuch archive on the net today. All the stories there excite me
and give me ideas. I look down at my erection and curse it. This afternoon I
bought a catheter and a scalpel. Now all I need is an elastrator. I think
there is a veterinary supply outside of town. I’ll check there.
May 7, 2000
I practiced inserting the catheter last night. It hurt like hell. It was worth
it. Each shard of pain I felt made me want to go on. I see this as a first
step.
May 20, 2000
I bought an elastrator today. I tried it out. The pain was manageable, but now
I know why I need a catheter. I had the ring on for two hours and I had to
take it off to pee. I was disappointed when I cut off the ring. My cock has
been numb ever since. I close my eyes and imagine it gone. The thought
disappoints as I look down to see my ugly erection.
June 1, 2000
8:00 am
I started my vacation from work today. Today is the day. Fear of the
elastrator ring slipping and bleeding to death scares me. I’ve decided to use
two rings and only cut off a piece at a time. I can’t wait.
11:00 am
The catheter is in and a slow stream of urine fills the bag I taped to my leg.
I put the first ring on at the base of my cock and the second half way. It
hurts a little. The pain is exhilarating. I wait patiently for my cock to die.
2:00 pm
I feel nothing in my cock. I think its dead. I feel an erection behind the
ring at the base of my cock. I’m glad I have it on. I think the pressure would
make it slip off.
2:15 pm
I took my scalpel and cut through my flesh above the second ring. I slipped
the dead meat down the catheter tube. I cut off about half of my cock. I’m so
excited. I feel a little lightheaded. I better eat something.
2:25 pm
I removed the half of my cock from the catheter. I’m cooking a can of chili on
the stove. I look at the piece of cock resting in my hand. I tossed it into
the pot.
8:00 pm
My cock chili was delicious. I’ve decided to remove the rest tonight for
dinner.
9:00 pm
I had a great spaghetti and cock dinner. The band at the top of my balls has
stayed. There is no blood seeping. That is a relief. I stood in front of my
full-length mirror and looked at my cockless body. I felt an erection behind
the ring but it held fast and in place.
May 21, 2000
I removed the catheter bag from my leg and cut the tubing six inches from the
ring and put on a small plastic valve. I haven’t slept since I started. I’m
afraid the ring will come off while I slept and I would bleed to death. I’m so
sleepy.
May 27, 2000
I returned to work today. The ring has stayed put. Crusty flesh circles the
ring. I think that’s normal. I’ve had several erections throughout the day
when working with my female coworkers. I like the fact that there is nothing I
could do to settle the feeling.
June 15, 2000
I woke up this morning and found the ring had come off in the night. I removed
the catheter tube and sat down to pee. It burned as I went and I tried to
control the flow. I think with a little practice, I’ll manage. It is time to
put on the new panties I bought the other day
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The artist | STRAIGHT | An artist makes the ultimate sacrifice for her art. | My masterpiece was nearing completion. I had completed some smaller, similar
pieces and these were now in private collections. This was to be my entry for
the Turner prize. Something that would definitely shock, but that was also
beautiful.
All I needed to complete it were one, perhaps two, more contributions.
Here in San Francisco I hoped to make my final collections. The Embassy Club
is well known for its lesbian clients. I wore my shortest skirt and tightest
top. It was mid-week and fairly quiet, not too many people about to recognise
me later, should anyone want to. I found a dark corner to sip my drink and
observe the other clients. I wanted someone on their own, not too old.
Eventually I spotted a dark haired women, mid-twenties, good figure, perhaps a
little too well built. She was looking at me. Our eyes met. She was
interested. So was I, but not for the same reasons as her. She walked over to
me and sat down. Good. We talked. I was a stranger, on my first visit, and
lonely. She was single at the moment. We understood each other. She invited me
back to her apartment. This was better than my hotel room for what I had in
mind.
Her apartment was well laid out, but with the signs that someone else had left
recently, taking their things. There were gaps in cupboards and shelves. We
got down to business quickly. I was eager to examine her pussy lips, but not
for what she wanted. Wow, they were huge. Like some strange painting of an
orchid by Georgia O'Keeffe. Great mounds of wrinkled flesh, a huge cream cake
of a hood. I gently got my tongue underneath to explore. Yes, just what I
wanted. A clitoris like a mini penis. It would be one of the centre pieces of
my art work. I wondered if the current owner would ever visit a gallery and
look at her organs and recognise them.
I went to make a coffee. Strong and black. She sipped it, slowly, resting on
the bed. Did she taste anything different? No, it was just hot. I waited while
she closed her eyes and fell asleep. I found some plastic to cover the bedding
and some old sheets. Opening my bag I took out the implements that I had used
many times before. A clamp, sharp blades, needles. I looked greedily at her
organs and quickly clamped them. While I waited I washed up; no point leaving
evidence. On my return she was ready. A single, slow cut from top to bottom
and her hood, clitoris and labia were mine. I dropped them in the preserving
solution, then stitched her up. With my trophy in my bag I left by the back
door and walked back to my hotel.
I replaced the solution with fresh and worked quickly so as to preserve the
colour. These were in mint condition, still slightly pink. Over the next few
days I replace the fluid with resin, being careful to keep the shape and
texture.
My masterpiece was now almost complete. I looked at the materials. Some of the
contributions were larger than others. The majority were small and black.
These were collected from circumcisers in various southern African countries.
They were black because they had not been well preserved, but they provided
quantity. They were small, like black, shrivelled peas. Some I had painted in
bright colours, reds and pinks mostly. Their former owners, young prepubescent
girls, wouldn't miss them. Some I collected myself. These were in better
condition and larger; I didn't do girls. My final contribution was in the
centre. There was however one gap at the tip. I had decided to make it my
contribution as an artist to her art.
It had been difficult finding someone in the West to perform the surgery.
Luckily I had met a French doctor who was willing to perform the sacrifice for
me. It was not easy for me. Not the physical loss, so much as the fact that my
most private place would be seen by thousands of people. It frightened me and
yet attracted me. The surgery was soon arranged. A small private hospital. A
local aesthetic, I hated the thought of being unconscious. It was very
surgical and clean; not much pain, more discomfort. He was very professional
as if he did this every day. Perhaps he did.
A last it was complete. Hundreds and thousands of dots and lines, black,
brown, pink and red. A huge painting of a penis made from women. I called it
"Envy". I hope that you like it.
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Thecia's | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia is asked for help by an S & M group. Story is fiction and not for minors... gold miners are ok as long as they are of age. | Thecia’s Olympics
My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old "Cutter." All right! I had a
birthday….but I’m stickin’ with 31 from now on.
I arrived home from an assignment in the North Sea. I’m an engineer in my
"day" job. While I sat with my coffee, I thumbed through my mail, Among my
bills and "junk" mail there was an invitation from the "Western Ladies, Assn."
I was invited to the Western Ladies Olympics in, where else, San Francisco.
This group, despite it’s name is an S & M club. It’s controlled by women and
has thousands of members. Almost every woman has at least one slave. Some of
the slaves are eunuchs and there are many that still retain their balls.
The note with the invitation asked if I would be a judge and do some cutting.
I know many of the women and I knew that they would pay well for my services.
I’m not really into S & M, but I am into deballing.
My sidekick Jill came along for the ride, we arrived at SFO Airport on the
morning of the Saturday that was the day of the contest. We rented a car and
drove the 50 minutes to the estate where the event was to be held. It was a
beautiful mansion on a horse farm. We stayed in one of the huge guestrooms.
At 4 PM we took a golf cart to the huge barn that had been cleared for the
event. The festive party was already in full swing. There were several hundred
people. Some women in leather and some men in ball leashes and/or chastity
belts. Jill was asked to be a judge along with another woman and me.
The first event was simple, just a biggest nutsack contest. Fifteen men were
entered. Each man had a cotton belt tied around his balls. Each mistress would
pull on the belt and the distance from the base of his cock to the bottom of
his balls was measured. The winner was pulled down a full eight inches plus,
the losing position was a tie. Two slaves both reached six and a quarter
inches. One mistress actually put her foot against her slave’s upper groin for
leverage. That did the trick and the other slave was declared the loser. Just
as we judges were making up our minds the man with the foot on his groin had
his right ball rupture. He fell to the floor in screaming pain. With that we
declared them both losers. I kneeled by him and with his mistress still
pulling on the belt, I sliced his whole nutsack, balls and all from his body.
It wasn’t my normal method of castration but it worked. The second man stared
in fear. His balls were still pulled to the limit as my razor sliced them.
Each mistress was presented with a jar containing her slave’s balls. The
scrotums would be auctioned off at the end of the evening.
Jill and I sewed up the two men as they prepared for the next event.
This was to be a simple Sumo wrestle, with a twist. A one-quarter inch nylon
rope was tied around the contestant’s balls and then attached to his
opponent’s nuts. The goal was to drag loser backward out of the circle. The
men strained mightily, each screaming as they pulled, each mistress whipping
her slave. The smaller man was almost out of the ring, I had my razor at the
ready. He backed up a little, causing slack in the rope and jerked forward
with all he had. The bigger man screamed and seemed to give up. He was quickly
pulled out of the ring. While he was still being pulled, I sliced his
straining nuts right off of him. The strain was so great that his balls flew
and slapped into the winners nuts. The winner got to keep his balls. Both men
lie prone on the floor, spent and unable to get up. There were 19 more "Ring
Pull" contests, adding 38 testicles to the jars.
A weight lift was next, a bucket was attached to a ball cuff and water was
added, one cup at a time. When the slave could no longer hold the weight and
he dropped to the floor, his bucket was weighed and listed on the scoreboard.
There were 30 contestants, the last five would lose they’re nuts. A full
bucket was just over 50 pounds. I have seen a man lift 52 pounds just for fun,
so I know it can be done. One slave had enormous balls and had about 30 pounds
in his bucket. His mistress added another cup and another, he screamed,
"that’s all I can take!" His mistress was so pissed that she lifted her foot
and brought all of her weight down on his bucket. He fell to the ground and
just lie there. Later we found that she had ripped his nuts off by the roots.
His scrotum was still intact but his nuts were now loose from their
attachments. His ballsack filled with blood and I was forced to slice it to
drain the blood. I would have a lot of work repairing the damage. Including
him, five more slaves were nutted in that contest.
They had a fun tractor pull. Each contestant would pull a small farm tractor
20 feet with a rope attached to his cock. Any slave not able to do it would
lose his balls. We only reaped two sets in the contest, as most were able to
do it.
There were many other events. A biggest load contest, biggest cock contest,
most cum in an hour and of course a best oral contest.
The oral contest was fun. As judges we each would have ten slaves go down on
us. The three winners would have an "eat" off, tasting Jill, the other female
judge and myself. By the time the tenth guy had finished I had lost count of
my orgasms and my poor little pussy was raw. The second slave was by far the
best of my ten. Jill picked a young blond slave and the other judge picked a
dark man with small beard. When the second round was done, I had cum three
more times and we all picked the blonde slave. The woman’s council, who made
up the rules, told us that this contest was a little different. A man who was
that good with his tongue, didn’t need balls. I was to take them off. Each man
was bent over a table and his balls exposed to me. I sliced almost all the way
around each scrotum, tied off the ducts and cords and snipped. The first man
was done as I finished the sack cut and his balls, sack and all fell into the
waiting bowl. Splat.. The second man, Jill’s blond, had a beautiful set. Jill
had drained each man, so his large cock hung limp with a pearl drop of cum on
the tip. It would be his last drop. His big balls followed the last set and
made a satisfying plop as it hit the bowl. By the time the last set fell, the
place had fallen into an orgy mode. Women were fingering themselves, many were
riding slaves and a few were being orally satisfied. I saw the slave who won
the biggest cock contest splitting an 85-pound mistress. Her little cunt was
expanded beyond belief.
In this one night I had cut more balls than in my entire time as a cutter.
About eighty sets or one hundred and sixty balls.
Jill and I stayed the night, we helped take care of the wounds on the nutted
slaves. On Sunday, late morning, we drove back to San Francisco. We found
Fisherman’s Wharf, and went to the Bubba-Bump Shrimp Company Restaurant. Jill
had sward fish steak and I had a pile of Cajun shrimp.
I UPS’d a large plastic jar of preserved and tagged scrotums back home. Each
would be tanned and shipped to the woman who bought them at the auction. I was
paid well and I was given a nice big set of severed balls for my collection.
Respectfully submitted
Thecia
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On The Brink (straight) | On The Brink
I could not believe my luck. What a pickup! She was gorgeous, with long silky
blonde hair, big tits on a tight body, long long legs, and the face of a
goddess. She was perfect in every way. It was odd that she had no husband or
boyfriend and was reduced to being picked up in a bar. But who would argue?
And she was not acting. She was hot for actions. She needed a cock badly. Was
it possible that such a gorgeous chick suffered from cock starvation?
We went back to her apartment. She was so hot that we did not make it to the
bedroom. We did it on the living floor. She was so sensitive. Orgasm after
orgasm raked her lovely body. The poor thing must not have a cock for years.
Hey, I was the guy. I would do it forever. I really held back. I wanted it to
last forever. I wanted to make her come and come and come and come and come
and come and come. My cock could not hold it in any more. With this babe, any
man could do it ten times. She could get a mummy excited. I was fighting the
losing battle. I was coming. I tried to hold it in, make it last a little bit
longer. But I was losing. A few more seconds, I would come.
Pain exploded in my balls, my body. The whole world turned red. I froze. My
hands instinctively went to my balls. I rolled into a ball, off her lovely
body. Then I saw her, standing there, as beautiful as my lover, elegantly
dressed in a silk blouse and tight pants, and expensive boots. She kicked my
balls a few seconds before I came. Why couldnt she come home a few seconds
later? At least I could come once. Thats why such a goddess had no husband or
boyfriend.
They were having a fight. I could not follow it. The whole world was pulsing.
My pain was pulsing. Colors change. I didnt care. I wanted to come, in my
goddess of love, and then get out of there. She kneeled down next to me and
took my hands off my balls. Through the pain, I could see her cleavage, her
sexy, tiny, lace bra. My instincts were fighting each other. I wanted to hold
my balls. I wanted to grab her tits. Then my hands left my balls. Another huge
explosion of pain and I passed out.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in their big, four poster bed.
My ankles and wrists were securely tied to the bed posts. My huge cock was
still rock hard. The pain was still pumping out of my balls. Then I saw them,
in tiny panties and lace bras only. It was amazing how much alike their bodies
were. It was difficult to tell one from the other. Then the one who kicked me
held my balls. It was wonderful. Her hands were so soft. I would not mind at
all if she wanted to kick my balls and nurse them.
Then I heard her for the first time. That slow, sexy, purring voice could make
any cock hard. "You were very bad. You should never fuck someone elses woman.
And now, you will get your punishment." Honey, I think you punished me more
than enough. A hard kick on the balls, stopping my come three seconds before
it shot out. Then another blow so hard that I passed out. But she didnt think
so. Her lovely hand that held my balls pulled the sac tight. Then another
explosion of pain, worse than the kick. Then I knew. She held up my balls. She
just cut them off! Then her sexy hand held my huge cock. I could feel the
pleasure through the blinding pain. Now I could see the knife. She very slowly
cut at the base of my cock. In a couple of seconds, it was done. My cock was
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MUSCLE BALLS 4 | GAY, TESTICLES | High school kid get his balls busted. | ` Joe could not keep his eyes off the blond kid at the gas station. He was
gorgeous. Blond, blue eyes, probably 18, a senior at the high school working
at the station part time. He was not a bodybuilder, but he was active in
sports and was athletic. He usually wore jeans and a tanktop. His jeans showed
off his athlete's thighs and crotch bulge very nicely. Rounded bubble ass
also.. `
The tanktops also did the kid justice. His arms were nicely muscled for a high
school kid, probably 15 inch biceps that were nicely defined, with shoulders
to patch. His waist was thin, probably 27 or so, with abs that rippled and
flexed their washboard qualities nicely. His chest did not have the muscular,
scuplted pecs of a man yet. The smooth chest was nicely formed and showed
signs of pecs that were beginning to form and have good definition if the kid
kept in shape and continued to work his body.
His face was incredible. Smooth, dimpled, with soft pouty lips and that
dreamy, doe-eyed youthful look of innocence.
Joe just couldn't wait to get hold of the kid. It was kids like this that had
always made him angry. How dare they look that good and be above everyone
else? Studs like that deserved to be taken in hand and taught that they were
regular people too and that their looks had consequences. Joe was determined
to introduce this kid to the consequences.
He continued staring at the boy. His arm muscles flexed and balled as he
worked. The kid had to know how this affected other people. He had to know
that or he wouldn't be wearing tanktops all the time. He did it because he
liked to show off his developing teenage muscles for the world to see. He was
proud of them, how they flexed and striated and said look at me.
That was why Joe stun-gunned the kid when he was alone at the station Sunday
night. It was after closing time and the kid was preparing to leave. He never
saw it coming.
In short order Joe had the kid stripped and bound. He strapped the kid's
wrists outward spreadeagle fashion while he lay on the floor. Then he attached
restraints to his ankles and hoisted the boy's legs off the floor and into the
air, attaching the ropes to an overhead beam, so the kid's legs were raised
and spread. His upper back and head were all that remained on the floor. His
lower back and ass were raised off the floor, and his teenage crotch was
exposed and vulnerable.
The boy was cut, had a medium cock, and medium balls. Blond pubic hair was
limited to a small patch above his penis.
He awaked the boy, who tried to move his limbs to no avail. He looked at Joe,
and Joe looked into his eyes. "Hello pretty boy. You look like you are ready
for some fun. You are going to get plowed and racked and nutted, sweet
cheeks."
"Oh my god, no. Please don't mister. Please. I want to have a future."
"Too bad, muscle boy. Your days as a wannabe man are over." The boy began to
cry and sob, his tears rolling down his handsome cheeks as his torso heaved
with his sobs. Joe ignored it.
Joe was hard as a rock by now, and rammed his cock into the boy's virgin ass
with one violent thrust, making the youth scream and writhe in agony. He cried
and yelled and begged to no avail.
Joe rammed the boy again and again, in and out, in and out. He bent and kissed
the boy hard on the lips, on his cheeks, on his neck and throat, on the lips
again. God he was cute. Too bad for him. His hands reached beneath him and
cupped the kid's smooth young testicles. As he fucked and kissed the boy, his
fingers and thumbs pressed with terrific pressure into the boy's sensitive
ball meat, compressing the tissues, trying to gain entry into the eggs
themselves.
They were tough. It took a while. But eventually, first one ball and then the
other, Joe was able to penetrate the outer wall of the young testicles and
force his fingertips into the meaty flesh inside, ripping apart the youthful
seed pods, rending the flesh and vessels, forever destroying the young manhood
they represented. He crushed and tore and devastated the muscleboy's nuts
until he exploded into the boy's ass with a fire and drive he had not known
for many months.
As Joe's spent his seed into the young man, his lips locked onto the youth's,
and he released the ruptured testicles from his grasp. He surveyed the scene
----a young high school musclestud just deflowered and demanned at his hands.
Incredible. One less muscle stud to have to worry about later. God he loved
taking balls like that.
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Virile Fuel | TESTICLES | the beginnings of an addiction | ` Virile Fuel `
by allen baker
It slid in so smoothly, so easily, that at first it was difficult to judge any
feeling at all. He was fascinated. Fascinated by the sight first, then the
accompanying feelings and emotions.
It had been such a long time coming that it was almost anticlimactic. Almost.
But it was definitely accompanied by climaxes on both their parts. Strong, gut
wrenching, over-the-top climaxes that set them both quivering and panting for
air. Gasping and hoping for an extension of the feelings, a prolonging of the
spasms that thrilled every fiber of their beings.
The collector knew this was the culmination of his passion. The culmination of
his plotting. The fruition of his careful planning. This was the result of
months of careful cultivation of an Internet friendship that had finally
brought about a face-to-face meeting. Well, almost face-to-face. More like
face-to-mask. The slave's face to his own mask. He remained anonymous and
untraceable. He would walk away with his prize and would never be found. He
met and mastered his self-appointed challenge. The task was complete.
And yet, he instinctively knew that was not the case. This experience was far
too intoxicating. He sensed that it would not be long before he was again
prowling the chat rooms to find another victim for his new addiction. Yes,
addiction. Only one experience and the cloying emotions of the event had
already seeped into his fiber. Just one time, and he knew he was addicted for
life. Already he could tell that it would draw him deeper into the realm of
ever more murky compulsions toward even more severe acts of gratification. He
was startled by the revelation that instead of dominating others, he was
enslaving himself to this craving.
All this he realized in the span of time it took to expel his ejaculate all
over his victim's crotch without ever having touched himself. His hands were
already occupied. His white cream splattered and mingled with his victim's.
Their mingled seed slid down the creases between the young man's legs to
mingle with the bright red-flowing liquid pouring from the gaping gouges on
either side of an empty scrotum.
The knife slide in so smoothly, so easily, that at first it was difficult to
judge any feeling from his victim at all. He was fascinated by the flow of the
blood across the gleam of the knife and onto his hands. Fascinated by the
sight first, then the accompanying feelings and emotions that suddenly hit his
victim. The young man bellowed in pain and shock. Begged for his maleness to
be left in tact. Begged in vain. For now that he had tasted the thrill of
total, intoxicating power, he was not about to back away from it. He knew that
he would depart with his two prizes and leave his prey with a life-long
remembrance of him and this day. What a heady stimulant. He knew that he had
at last found the fuel to feed his virility, to fan the flames of his loins
till the end of his days. He had become a collector.
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A NEW EUNUCHMill | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | PETER DESERVES THIS | That night.Peter 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 Tiara to teach
him about respect for women. They quickly shaved his whole groin area and
laughed as Peter begged them not to do it. Once Peter was completely bald;
Sheila asked him what his definition of respect was. Peter stumbled for an
answer and Sheila shook her head and said they would have to show him respect.
They took out a big vibrator and rammed it into his ass. Peter screamed with
the intrusion of the big device. The women then turned it on. Peter started to
feel an erection due to the pressure. Sue another one of the women quickly
snipped off some of the skin off Peter’s penis causing him to go flaccid.
Peter 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. Peter could not believe that first they took his
hair and then they took his cum. Sheila asked him to again give a definition
of respect and Peter again tried for an answer that they would accept. One of
the women quickly snipped one of his testicles off like she was pruning a
plant. Peter was stunned how quickly he lost one of his balls.
Peter’s girlfriend, Tiara then walked in the room and was shocked at what a
mess Peter was in. He had cum all over himself, was bald below and had one
ball only! She went over and started to play with his remaining ball and
started to suck him off. Right when Peter was starting to shoot she cut his
remaining ball free. As Peter was shooting; she showed him his ball and
laughed. Now Peter was bald and had no balls. He thought it was finally over.
Tiara asked his for his definition of respect. Peter was in shock; what else
could they take from him now?
He quickly learned as Tiara held a knife to his penis. The one remaining item
that showed he was a man of any kind. Peter 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 Peter had learned his lesson. He took both balls and stuck a
needle and some thread through both and then hung them around Peter’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.
Peter is now a new Eunuch.
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Hashi | TESTICLES, MINOR | A boy castrates himself after a final masterbation. | Hashi
The 14 year old Japanese boys name was Hashi Pushi. He was a slim
boy with light brown color skin and almond eyes. He had a nice
little black patch of pubic hair above his 4 inch, soft uncut
penis. Hanging below his penis was a nice set of low hanging,
hairless balls.
Hashi was sitting naked in the lotus position. His eyes were closed
as he meditated and waited for the voice to talk to him once
again. On the floor next to Hashi was the tools the voice told him
to collect. The tools Hashi had collected were a sharp katana
knife, a farm tool called a Bandar, and a small iron pot with a hot
fire in it. In the pot and the fire was another knife with it's
blade heated so hot, that it glowed white.
Hashi did not know what the voice wanted him to do with the tools,
but he knew that he would do anything the voice told him to do.
Hashi felt the all to familiar chill run up his spin.
"You have done well, my child," a voice whispered in his mind. "I
am very proud of you."
Hashi bowed so his head was on the floor in front of him. He felt
his face flush as the warmness of the voice fully entered his body.
"Lie back my sweet boy. Reveal yourself....."
Following the eerie whispered commands, Hashi slowly lay back.
"Spread your legs far apart, my darling..."
Hashi obeyed and felt his eyes go up into his head.
Hashi no longer had any control of his hands. His hands picked up
the Bandar and tightened the band around his low hanging balls.
Hashi felt the band bite into his flesh.
Hashi's penis became rock hard to it's full 5 inches of hardness.
Hashi slowly took hold of his penis. He wrapped his fist around it
and started to slide his foreskin up and down over his engorged
cock head.
A rhythmic low roar now filled his ears, like that of the ocean
surf washing up on a beach. Suddenly it seemed as if the water was
upon him, crashing on top of him. Soaking him. Cleansing him.
Though his eyes were shut tight, He imagined he saw himself lying
on a deserted beach. A bright sun was rising before him; it slowly
began to burn his flash. Inside him, the boy felt a welling-up of
emotions, emotions impossible to describe, ones that shook his very
being.
Hashi's hand started to pick up speed with his jacking.
The surf began to sound louder and louder now, pounding him harder
onto the beach. The waves were frothing and swirling around him,
each wave receding and then returning upon itself, each growing
bigger and louder and more powerful than the last. The heat of the
sun was becoming both intolerable and pleasurable. The frequency
of the waves suddenly increased and he felt the sun roast his
flesh. He felt it all until he could stand it no more.
Then he felt his body suddenly stiffen, as if a lightning bolt went
through him.
Spurts of thick and white cum shot out of Hashi's penis and landed
on his face, chest, and tummy.
And then the beach and the waves and the sun were gone.
Hashi opened his eyes. His chest was raising and falling with his
hard breathing. Hashi sat back up and looked down at his balls. His
balls were now swollen and dark in color. Hashi looked over at the
knife and then picked it up in his right hand. Hashi took hold of
his swollen balls and pulled them as far away from his body as he
could. Holding on to his balls as tight as he could, Hashi put the
super sharp blade of the knife right under his scrotum, close to
the band.
Hashi took a deep breath of air and then held it, and then with all
the strength in his arm, he pulled the knife upwards in one sharp
jerk.
Hashi's balls and scrotum pulled away easily from his body. The
band kept a large amount of blood from escaping his body.
Hashi dropped his severed balls and his cutting knife between his
legs. He picked up the heated blade from the pot holding the fire.
Hashi placed the glowing blade on his flesh and let out the breath
he had been holding in a loud yell. The white hot blade seared
Hashi's flesh. The smell of burnt flesh was strong in Hashi's nose.
Hashi pulled the now cold knife away from his body, and the band
fell off on it's own.
Hashi dropped the knife next to the other knife and his balls that
were still between his legs. Hashi lied back down and closed his
eyes.
Hashi fell asleep with smile on his lips.
The End.
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my boss | TESTICLES | boss loses it all to a young employee | i was the boss. i was in charge of nearly 100 employees between my
6 stores. i am tall goodlooking in my late 30's. She started as a
temporary employee. She is black, about 19 years old petite short
and cute. One day i was quickly called out of my office. i had
left the eunuch archive minimize on my computer screen. A few days
later She came into my office and asked to speak to me. She closed
the door behind Her. She looked me striaght in the eyes and told me
that She would be taking complete control of me. Before i could say
a thing She continued to tell me that SHe knew about my
submissiveness and my fantasy to become castrated. She will make me
Her total slave and She will castrate me that night. She had
brought some books from our medical book department that explained
about castration and some even had color pictures and guidelines and
how-to steps. i was dumbfounded...but this is what i really craved.
She told me of all Her steps to take control of me, what She had
already done (mostly information about me at work like my bosses
names etc.) and how She would take more control right there. She
demaded that i give Her my wallet. i hesitated and She told me She
would claim sexual harrassment charges against me. i gave Her my
wallet. She told me to wait and left the room. She came back a few
minutes later and told me She had copied all the information in my
wallet. She demanded to know my bank account numbers my atm
passwords and told me to give Her a key to my apartment and had me
sign some papers making Her my power of attorney. Well She took
complete control right there. That night we went back to my(now
Hers) apartment and She followed all the directions in the medical
book and now i am a eunuch. She brings a lot of Her male friends
(some of my employees) over who laugh at me allow me to suck and
swallow them and sometimes fuck me. She keeps me in the other
bedroom and hardly lets me even communiacte with Her. i am Her
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