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Susan (penectomy) | Hello, my name is Susan (24 years young). I am a dominant lady and lesbian.
One year ago I met a boy who was very interested in me. I told him about my
preferences in sexual live and that I would never allow his dick to enter my
vagina. So after several weeks we found a way which I could accept. His penis
had to be removed. Here comes the report from Werner, my horny lover and fan.
I am Werner, a 25 year old student of architecture. About one year ago I have
met a beautiful girl in a restaurant. I have contacted her immediately. We
dated and I found out about her special attitudes regarding sex. Still I was
very attracted by Susan. Then she introduced the condition for deeper
relationship with me (to that point we had no sex). She would accept me only
without penis. The testicles would not disturb her and they would guarantee my
normal hormon supply. After several weeks of evaluation I finally agreed to
the necessary surgery.
A girlfriend of Susan is a medical doctor. One day we visited her clinic for a
first examination and discussion about the surgery. She explained all steps
and the expected changes for my life. Because I did not want to loose susan I
confirmed my decision. One day later we made an appointment for the operation.
Susan shaved all my hair at dick and scrotum.
Here comes a very brief description of the surgical procedure for removal of
my penis: While this is a fairly straightforward procedure that any reasonably
good urological surgeon could perform, I was glad to have this friend of Susan
who was doing it on a 'elective' basis (not a medical necessity) without
psychological screening.
It was done under epidural anaesthesis. My lower body was absolutely without
sensation about 15 minutes after the injection. As the doctor had exlained
before she removed my penis completely including all erectile tissue.
The surgery was performed with me in the lithotomy position. A circular
incision around the base of the penis was made. After the subcutaneous fat
tissue had been dissected, the bulbo-ischio-cavernosus muscles were identified
and divided, then the urethra and the crura of the corpus cavernosum penis
were visualized.
The crura were divided at their skeletal insertion point and their stump
suture ligated with 2/0 synthetic absorbable sutures. The urethra was also
divided leaving enough urethra for a tension-free urethro-cutaneous
anastomosis to be placed approximately 3cm above the scrotum.
Anastomosis is done with single, 5/0 synthetic sutures. The closure of the
perineal skin wound was made horizontal ertical for minimum stress on the
closure . The subcutaneous fat tissue was closed with single, 3/0 and the skin
with subcuticular continuous, 4/0 synthetic absorbable sutures.
A transurethral balloon catheter placed prior to surgery was used to
accomplish urinary diversion. A pressure dressing without drainage was
applied.
Postoperative bed rest was not necessary. The dressing was removed on the
third postoperative day and the cystostomy catheter after satisfactory
micturation, two days later.
The postoperative outcome is a pain free perineum with the urethral meatus
placed approximately in the area were the penis had been.. This positioning
however resulted in a forward directed stream when standing.
The remainder of the perineal surface is smooth and nearly scar free. My
testicles are hanging free now. For about four weeks after surgery I had a
constant pain. Feeling was if my penis was still existing. Later the pain
deminished. Now one year later only sometimes some phantom pain occurs which
let me feel the dick as ist was before.
So far the the description of the surgery which changed my life dramatically.
Changes I had to deal with are:
The urinary opening is placed nearly at the location where the penis formerly
attached to the body. Urination while standing is impossiple now for me with
wearing my slags. There is nothing for aiming and there will be a mess if I do
so. It only works when I am nude (e.g. under the shower). For peeing I have to
sit down and bend my upper body about 90 degree forward to direct the urine
down to the bowl.
Nude swimming is cancelleled now, same as sauna. I feel big shame about my
mutilation.
My sex drive has dropped strongly compared to before the surgery. There are no
pleasant fealings downstairs. Of course erections are no longer possible.
After strong stimulation ejections happen sometimes. Practically I am a eunuch
now. To satisfy Susan, I touch Susans body, lick her clit and labia till she
gets orgasms. She enjoys it very much. also with my fingers I do special
massage. I will never have another girlfriend in my life. I am completely a
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Brave New World | **Brave, new world ( the real, 2\. edition) ... or the sex to be thrown away**
By Siegfried Auer
For a long, long time men leave off to consider themselve as human beings
having equal rights or partners. The few, nowadays born boys were nothing but
inferior, incarnated disaster for their mothers from the beginning. The
feministic government of A. Dwarking first has taken care that during
artificial insemination only sperm without y-Chromosome weare used, but this
will not succeed every time. And ... women have no vagina for a long time:
there is no reason for sexual contacts and is not allowed generally. You
should not interfere with underlings (untermensch") or monsters". In a short
time the birth will happen in specific shells, the existence of an uterus is
obsolete.
The few male descendants are considered as bad mishappenings. They got the
malediction, what the woman, mother was crying when seeing him, e.g. devil,
dirty lad, pig-son, shit... but now only numbers were used for them.
They pass through a very critical examination: All beings were killed which
are not fitted the strong regulations of (feministic) health policy. The
slaughtering of male infants is not a criminal act, it is vice versa promoted
by state authorities.
Indeed only some boys, hoping to be sucessful, can grow up: they have no
rights and were held as slaves all the time. Naturally they got no education.
When they are aged six years the testicles were pierced with two nails
crosslike and the cock is fixed to them permanently, infibulated. Every sexual
activity shuold be made impossible.
These nails have marks, meaning, when the testes exceed the defined size in a
certain time, the male parts are cutted totally with sharp scissors - but with
a certain anesthesia (somehow humane). And the girls can take this
instruments, pulling, pushing, heatened it (this very common) - because the
boys are held totally naked, even in bad winters. Normally the boys will cry
and squeeze, but in all cases mother" will beat them, their arse, their male
parts, to show them, thats these organs are absolutely useless. And the males
are called because of their lamentations the weeping pigs.
In age of 14 or 15 the boys were examined very strongly in public and some of
them are used for sperm donation. But all the others were taken to a circus
show organized by special state ceremony authorities. They were thrown to
earth, sometimes bounded or chained and with some boot-kicks the male glory"
is destroyed. Sometimes boots with special metal caps were used (so-called
cast-boots). Some girls snatched off the nails with the nuts, the cock is
unhooked with saw, chopper or knifes. The bloody fountains from the abdomen,
the convulsive male parts are applaused by the girls, the red wells and the
lamentations of the victims were quitted with orgiastic comments - the real
nature of female behavior is coming out. In history this was well known of the
spanish bull-fight. How many males came to death - totally unimportant: Nobody
of these beauties is ever justified.
The language has changed likewise \- there are no male forms. If the male
underling is meant - woman" will use a prefix or suffix pig", for instance
pig-kennel for the male living room. This was a proposal of the totally
beloved president A. Dwarking.
The sperm donators and the few men who have survived were kept in dungeons,
have to do slave works, naked, without payments. The sperm-milked will get
better food and are in better healthy conditions. But they all reach only an
average age of 28 or 30. Then they were abolished in a special ceremony with
many speeches. But before they reach their personal paradise there remaining
nuts and cocks were roasted alive and distributed among the (naturally female)
audience.
There is only a small hope. During some scientific experiments some virus
spread out and justified all women giving birth to girls will have a disease
punishing both to a long-lasting death. A similar virus was distributed in
former days by the Liverstore laboratories by women (with a cruel hate against
all males):
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Rita | TESTICLES | Be faithful or be careful | One night a couple of years ago, my wife and I went to visit a friend of hers.
Tina lived in a rural farming community near Portland Oregon. She ran a small
motel there, 20 rooms, a kind of bed and breakfast place. We checked in and
had dinner. Tina came by the room later with some late night drinks, a kind of
hot chocolate with Bailey’s mixed in. I felt tired and went to sleep almost
immediately. When I woke up I couldn’t move. I panicked and tried to move
again. There was something in my mouth that was uncomfortable, a kind of
plastic tube. I tried to spit it out, but it was strapped around my head. I
saw Rita, my wife, looking at me from a chair. Looking down, I saw I was on
some kind of gurney. There were straps and belts holding me so I couldn’t
move. I was wearing some kind of straightjacket with my arms crossed in front.
The jacket was attached to the gurney with straps. My head was confined too,
but I could look around the room. The upper portion of my body was upright at
about a 45-degree angle. There were other people in the room. I recognized
some of the other guests. There were also other gurneys with people strapped
in. Several were struggling to get free like me. Then I noticed, all the
confined persons were men. The women with them were all sitting or talking to
them. There were 11 of us total on the gurneys. Rita said, ‘Calm down, honey.
Everything is alright.’ I wanted to scream at her to get me off of this
goddamned thing, but the tube prevented me from doing anything but gurgle.
‘It’s okay, honey. Relax. We just have to wait our turn.’ Seeing the confusion
on my face she continued, ‘I’ve made arrangements to have our little problem
fixed. You look confused. Maybe I should explain. I know about you and Carol.”
My god! She knew about an affair I was having with a girl at work! Shit!
Probably divorce and visiting privileges with the kids. Damn! I knew I should
have been more careful.
“I know you two have been having an affair for the past six months. At first I
was hurt. I thought about a divorce, but what would that do to our kids?
They’re too young to come from a broken family. After they graduate college we
can get a divorce, but until then, I think we should stay together. But back
to our problem. How can I keep you from fooling around and maybe embarrassing
the family and me? I think I found the solution. I talked to Cathy and she
said she had the same problem with Bill. She found that there is a way to keep
him faithful to her. So now I’m going to make sure you are faithful to me and
the family too.”
Cathy was a fitness trainer at the gym Rita worked out at. I met her once.
Great body and real friendly. I never met Bill.
“Cathy said she had Bill fixed so he wouldn’t ever cheat again. She gave me
Tina’s number. I decided that this was the cure for our problem too.”
So Tina is some kind of marriage counselor. Seeing me relax, Rita continued.
“Tina offered to help us. Don’t worry, she doesn’t charge anything, just room
and meals for the week we will be here. She’s done this for over five years
and is very good at it. I think you don’t understand what she does. Tina is a
kind of doctor. She specializes in male behavior modification, among other
things” Rita giggled here. “She’s agreed to take care of our problem too.
Still confused? I’m going to have your testicles cut off.”
That did it. I tried to get free again. I screamed and struggled, but I was
strapped tight. Rita smiled at me.
“That should stop you from fooling around anymore. Tina said it would curve
your sexual appetite. And I’m sure Carol wouldn’t want a man without any
balls. Relax honey. Think of it as birth control. You wanted to have my tubes
cut, remember? Well, we’ll just cut your tubes instead.”
I saw a gurney come out of a room to the side. The guy on it was crying.
Another was on the way in. The intended victim was fighting to get free. He
was trying to yell at his wife and looked very very mad. About 20 minutes
later he was wheeled out. He was crying too and very docile. I was scared. I
saw four others go in one after the other. Some mad, others looked scared or
just resigned. They all came out crying and looked completely dejected. Then a
couple of ladies came over and Rita said, “Looks like our turn.”
“Hi. I’m Sara and this is Kerri. We will be assisting in the operation. Are
you ready?” stated Sara.
“Yes.” Said Rita.
I tried to get free again, but I was exhausted from trying earlier. They
wheeled me into the room. The room was plain and looked a lot like a kitchen.
It even had a refrigerator. No stove though. There were cabinets all around.
Reminded me of a big doctors office. Tina was there and was putting on some
latex gloves. She asked Rita, “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
Rita replied immediately, “Yes.” I screamed “NO!” but the mouthpiece only let
out air. Kerri removed the sheet and blanket covering me. I was completely
naked. I flushed red from embarrassment. There was a kind of bar hanging down
from the ceiling. Sara slid this under my ankles and strapped them in. They
undid the straps holding my legs onto the gurney. I tried to kick free, but
the bar held me in place and I couldn’t move my legs. They used this bar to
pull me from the gurney to a table. Sara and Kerri reattached me to the table
this time. The bar was raised and pulled toward my head. I was effectively
doubled over and still helpless to do anything. Sara then said she was going
to shave my sac and balls. I struggled. She told me to keep still or she might
‘accidentally cut’ something. I stopped struggling. She held a small electric
trimmer, the kind you use on beards. She giggled then and asked Rita if she
wanted to do the job. Rita smiled and said ‘Sure, I’ve done it enough times
for him! Time for him to see how it feels.’ Rita took the little cutter and
shaved my pubic hair and all the hair from my balls and groin area. She then
took some shaving cream and lathered it up. I felt her rubbing it on and then
she took a disposable razor and shaved me clean. They rinsed me clean and
toweled me dry. Kerri then came over with a syringe and small bottle of
something. “Pain killer”, was all she said. Rita asked, “ Then he won’t feel
anything?”. “He’ll have some feeling, but not much. Otherwise it will be very
painful. He’ll feel the cords cut though”, replied Kerri.
She then gave me a number of shots around my balls. My prick went numb and
tingled a bit. Then Tina got between my legs. A tray was wheeled over and it
had scalpel and a number of scissor looking things. The scalpel looked like an
x-acto knife. I had never seen one before. Tina picked it up and asked Rita
again, “You’re sure?”, to which Rita replied “Yes”. Tina made a cut high on
the sac. I felt the cut more as a pulling sensation than anything else. There
was a little blood, but not much. She reached in and pulled out a testicle. I
felt that. They hadn’t given me any shots to the balls themselves, just around
the sac. It didn’t hurt, but I could feel her pull it out. It wasn’t what I
expected. It looked flesh colored and smooth with a string of flesh attached.
I thought it would be clean with just some veins coming out of the end. The
ball was smooth but the connection was like a piece of chicken fat. Tina
pulled the ball and used a couple of long scissors type clamps on the cords.
She then used some black string to tie the cord. She did this in two places
just the other side of the clamps. She asked Rita, “Want to make the final
cut?” Of course Rita said yes. She took some long scissors from Sara. “Cut
between the two clamps”. Rita smiled and made the final cut. I screamed. I
really didn’t feel any pain, but I felt the cut emotionally deeper than
anything I had ever felt in my life. I started to cry. My body started to
tremble all over. I couldn’t stop shaking. I saw Tina showing the now free
ball to Rita. She put it on the small table that held the surgical tools.
Kerri removed the clamps and sewed the opening shut. Tina then made the second
cut on the other side. Same thing and when it came time for the cut, Rita
again did it. She said “This is for your own good, honey” and made the final
cut. I screamed again. I was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking all over. I
wanted to double over and protect my wounded and destroyed groin area. Again
Tina showed Rita the detached ball. I watched as they rinsed it in a jar of
some liquid and then put them in another jar filled with some liquid. Tina
asked Rita if she wanted them. She said no. I wanted to beg her to keep them.
They were mine and I wanted to keep them. Maybe they could put them back on.
Rita asked what they did with them. Sara said they usually sold them to
collectors or anyone else who wanted them. She said most of the buyers were
women and giggled. I kept begging, keep them, but could only mumble through
the tube. Kerri sewed me up again and then they put me back on the gurney. I
was wheeled out and back to our room. I cried the whole way. They gave me a
shot and I went to sleep. When I woke up I thought maybe it was a dream. I
couldn’t move and I knew it wasn’t. The mouth piece was gone and I saw Rita
sitting watching some tv show. I said “Why?” Rita looked at me and said it was
to save our family. Well, that was two years ago. We stayed at motel a week
and the cuts healed. Sara cut away the stitches. They let me out of the
straight jacket the second day. I was too weak to do anything but rest and
sleep. I was really depressed. Rita drove us home. I cried a lot back then. I
felt like I should hate her and want to kill her, but didn’t have the energy
or the will. It did stop my even looking at other women. I tried masturbating
a few months after the operation. I did manage to come, but it didn’t feel as
good as before. Rita and I don’t have sex anymore. She doesn’t say anything
about it or the operation. She never was much for sex anyway. I miss the
excitement of it, but don’t have much desire for it anymore. I spend more time
with the family now. Rita says I’m a better husband and father now. I want to
stay with her even after all that has happened. What else can I do? I just
hope she wants to stay with me. If we ever do get a divorce, what would I do?
She told me when we get the divorce she wants the house and everything in it.
If not, she’ll make my castration public to my family and the kids. So I try
and make her happy so we stay together.
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An Interesting Story | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, implied humil | A husband and wife have a conversation about castration as a possible solution. | ` "Castration is perfectly natural," she said. `
"I don't think so," he replied. "Mother nature gives boys balls for a reason."
"Yes, but you're a man now."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Your balls have already served their purpose. You don't need them anymore."
"What about having kids?"
"We can freeze samples of your sperm for that. Face it, you don't need them."
"What if I want them?"
"What about what I want?"
"You want me to lose my balls?"
"Frankly, yes."
"But why?"
"Because I think our relationship would be better without them. You would
focus on my needs instead of getting your rocks off."
"But my thing would shrink."
"Your thing can afford some shrinkage. It's really not that important. It's
not much more than a tool for delivering sperm and piss, and you don't need to
deliver sperm, and you can piss just fine with a small dick."
"I still don't think it's natural."
"Honey, ask yourself: if Nature had intended men to keep their balls why did
she make them so easy to remove. I mean, they look like they were meant to be
taken off. Just look at the way yours dangle!"
"Well . . ."
"Just think about it, okay? I know you want our relationship to be the best it
can be and I want you to consider that your testes might be getting in the way
of that goal."
"Well, I guess it doesn't hurt to think about it."
"No, it doesn't. Goodnight, Honey."
"Goodnight, Dear."
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The Greenhorn | TESTICLES | A naive young Easterner gets a disastrous dose of reality in a west coast seaport. | Alas, as I recall how preposterously callow I was at 21, I wince, for it was
that naivete which led to my ruin almost immediately upon arrival at the west
coast.
I had just disembarked from the steamer and was about to seek out my hotel.
Recently graduated from Harvard University, I had accepted a position as a law
clerk in a small west coast seaport. I was attired in the height of New York
fashion in a pin-striped grey serge suit, wearing pince-nez and with a
supercilious expression. My hair was marcelled in the newly popular New York
style, though I am from Boston. In short, I was the very figure of the well-
to-do Eastern greenhorn.
There were temporarily idle dock workers milling about the pier, a gang of
brutal-looking toughs. They "sized me up" and it was hate at first sight. They
began jeering at me and making obscene remarks reflecting adversely upon my
manhood.
I tried to ignore them and brush by them but one muscular bully seized my
shoulder and said "Where you goin', pansy ?" I barked "Unhand me, you
ruffian", whereupon he bursted into uproarious laughter. I stepped back a pace
and assumed the "Ready" posture from "The Manly Art of Self-Defense." That is,
legs apart to form a firm foundation and with one fist before the other in
front of my face.
This posture embodies a tacit assumption that one's opponent is acquainted
with the Marquis of Queensbury's rules and intends to abide by them. I am sure
that this brute had never heard of the Marquis of Queensbury and that if he
had been made acquainted with the rules would have derived great mirth from
them."Oh, so it wants to fight, does it ?" he roared. The fight, if such it
can be called, was very brief. Only one blow was struck. It came from behind
the dock-worker's right hip and ended between my thighs.I never had any
opportunity to use "The Manly Art of Self-Defense" I was too busy screaming,
retching, and clutching at my mangled generative organs.
I was overwhelmed not only by the intolerable agony which I was suffering, but
by the shocking indecency of what had just been done to me. Fortunately, I did
not remain conscious for very long. I awakened in a physician's surgery, sans
luggage, sans wallet, sans pince-nez, and sans testicles. Dr. MacLaren assured
me that having sustained third degree contusions my seminal glands had been
rendered entirely and permanantly functionless and could not be saved.
At my request, Dr. MacLaren telephoned my employer-to-be and informed him that
I had been injured in a "accident" on the pier but would be able to report for
work in a week. I was, and still am, devastated by my loss and soon decided
that I must absorb myself utterly in my work at the law office to avoid
thinking about my wretched state.I also decided never to tell my father what
had happened to me. He would be greatly saddened by the prospect of never
having any grandchildren.
Financially, I have prospered, but I take no joy in it.Bereft of manhood, I
lead a bleak loveless life.
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Taming of Horton part 5 | TESTICLES | Written for Ingemar this is the fith part of the Taming of Horton seris. It deals with Horton`s last chance to save his balls by satisfying his wife Carol. | ` Horton`s balls recoverd from the electric shocks quite quikly but he was
more disturbed by Janice having a collection of testicals. All he could see
were those jars with thier neat labels. Would one soon say Horton Black ? It
made him feal a chill. Seeing them like that made it all so much more real and
imedate. Things were looking grim for Horton`s balls. `
A few days after his meeting with Janice Carol called Horton into the bedroom.
"Horton I have decided to give you one last chance. Satisfy me the way Mark
does or lose your balls. Undress me now." Shaking Horton complied. He fumbled
with her clothes relizing that one of the great moments of his life had come.
It was litteraly now or never. Finaly he got Carol out of her clothes. Once
they were both on the bed and Horton needed to enter her disaster struck. He
lost his erection. It was the performance angsity to end all perfomance
angsity. If his genitals did not perform now they would be sergicaly ruined by
Janice and her scalpul. The very fear of failure was ensuring that the worst
possible consiquences would follow. Fear of being castrated was ensuring that
he would ,in fact, be castrated. It was a helish situation. He realy wanted
Carol. He had never seen anyone more disirable in his life. Yet in his mined
he was haunted by the image of Janice and her ball collection. Finaly, after
an hour, they gave up. The attempte had failed. Carol was full of pity"It wont
be that bad Horton . Look at Bob and Janice. They are happy. We can be happy
the same way. With you as my Eunuch and Mark as my Stud we will all have a
great life." Finaly she made an offer he could not believe" It disgusts me
Horton but it would be just once. Horton I am willing to masturbate you just
this once. Tommorow we go to Janice and you lose your balls for ever but
tonight I will masturbate you." Horton was genuinly pleased he relised what a
big sacrafice Carol was making for him. She realy must love him to jerk him
off even if she was going to have his balls cut off the next day.
Later that night Carol tighed Horton`s hands behined his back. Still naked she
lay back on the bed exposing her self to Horton`s gaze. She gentaly took hold
of his cock and slowly began to masturbate him as he aproached climax she
said" This is it Horton the last time ever for you." When he finaly came it
was an sxplosion the best orgasum of his life. His load shot across Carol`s
naked stomach, pooling in her belly button. it was a suitable swansong for
Horton`s balls. Soon after Carol moped her stomach dry with tisue paper and
neatly flushed away the last of Horton`s seed. Tommorow would bring the trip
to see Janice and the cuts of her scalpul but for tonight Horton would sleep
in Carol`s arms untroubled.
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Rapist's Testicles Bitten Off | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Sexual Punishment | News Story from Reuter\'s. Rapist loses testicles the hard way. | ` From the International section of May 19, 2001 "Scotsman". `
Sex attacker's testicles bitten
"A woman walked into police headquarters in Chigago early yesterday and handed
over a pair of testicles she said she had bitten off a man who had sexually
assaulted her.
"'During the assault, the female victim got the man's testicles in her mouth
and bit them off' the investigating police officer, Thomas
Donegan, said.
"The police headquarters are a short walk from where the attack
occurred, Mr Donegan added.
"The man found his way to a hospital where he underwent unsuccessful
reattachment surgery. He was being questioned by police.
"The 42-year-old woman was treated at another hospital and released." -
Reuters
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The Interrogation | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | War is Hell. | ` The raid on the farm yielded four prisoners. Two died of their injuries, but
the other two, a Rebel leader and a teenage boy, were captured unharmed. Major
Carl, the interrogator, believed that the man had useful information on troop
deployments, and he was sure that the boy knew nothing. `
Both prisoners were tied to posts ten feet apart in the barn. They had been
stripped naked and were tied with their feet behind the post and with their
arms stretched high over their heads. The man was about fifty, a little on the
heavy side, and had black, curly hair covering his body. Like most really
hairy men and apes his genitals were small, although fifty years of gravity
had pulled them low in his scrotum. His flaccid cock, veteran of thousands of
copulations, was nearly hidden in the dense mat of hair. That is, his balls
had been small when Carl started the interrogation, but during the course of
the questioning they had swollen to double their ordinary size. Carl had seen
many men naked, and had handled many of theri balls, and knew that hairy men
usually had small balls and cocks. The drugs and electro-shock machine at
headquarters would reveal the true extent of their manhood, as they both
brought out erections, but he didn't have these devices available in the field
so he had to rely on old-fashioned pain and torment, and this subject's
resistance was admirable. He had been beated, hit in his balls, and even
threatened with castration, and still had provided no information.
Castration was not a usual option for Carl, as a man who would surrender his
balls to keep a secret would die before revealing it. A man can only be
castrated once, Carl knew, but can have his bones broken many times and will
heal so that a resourceful interrogator can do it again. Castration was a
designated punishment for many crimes against the Federation, and Carl had
nutted his share of prisoners, but never during their interrogations.
The boy was tied to the opposite post in full view of the father. He obviously
favored his mother, as he was much lighter in complexion than the father. He
was still beardless, but a shadow of hair graced his upper lip and was
spreading outward from his crotch and sprouting from his armpits. He was
nearly as tall as the father, and his genitals were already larger than the
father's. Carl figured that the boy was a virgin, as the Rebels rarely had
girls with them. His only experience had probably been with his own hand
unless he fucked sheep. A thin trickle of dried blood adorned the youth's
hailess scrotum and slender teenage cock. Carl had grabbed the boy's balls two
hours ago and nicked them with his knife in his search for information. The
boy immediately pissed on ther floor and fainted, proving to Carl that he knew
nothing.
'Perhaps the boy is the key to the father.' Carl thought, as he once again
roughly grabbed the boy's nuts and unsheathed his knife.
"You are a brave man, Major, and although you don't fear death please consider
the fate of your son. He killed two of my men today," Carl said as he brought
the knife near the terrified boy's stretched scrotum. For that he should die.
He fought bravely this morning however, and he deserves a warrior's death by a
firing squad instead of spending the rest of his life as a castrated,
toothless field whore forced to lick his own shit from his enemies' cocks. I
offer a quick, merciful death for your son in exchange for some information."
The Major answered by spitting on Carl's shiney boots. Carl put the knife away
and savagely kneed both the man and the boy in the nuts. "Send in Fulber!" He
shouted to his aide.
Sergeant Fulber, or 'Full Bore' as he was nicknamed, was about thiry years old
and had been with Carl many years. He had been wounded in the head during a
skirmish four years ago, and that had resulted in a totally changed
personallity for the soldier. Before he had been shy and reserved. Now he was
completely uninhibited and would immediately obey any order. It was often said
that Fulber would shit in his own mess kit and cheerfully eat it if ordered by
Carl to do so. He was still a fearless, intelligent trooper, but he had lost
the ability to speak and now replied with had signals and grunts. While they
waited for Fulber to arrive the men released the boy from the post and trussed
him up on the floor.
Fulber entered the barn and smartly saluted.
"Fuck the boy, Fulber." Carl ordered. Fulber quickly undressed. When nude it
was obvious why he was called Full Bore. His seven inch penis wasn't
extaordinarily long for a big man, but it was a full three inches thick and
the sight of the naked boy had brought it to full attention. Before the head
wound Fulber would have never publicly masturbated or taken a women, much less
sodomized a boy, but the accident had unearthed some hidden penchant for boys
and now he was hot to trot no matter who was looking.
Another side effect of Fulber's wound was his endurance. Most sex-starved
troopers were only capable of a few minutes of copulation before they popped,
but Fulber was always good for a least a half hour in the saddle and often
twice that. He was soon putting all his heart into his command performance,
and the boy, face down in his own urine, had stopped screaming. The father
strained against his bonds, but still refused to speak even as he watched the
violation of the boy.
Fulber enjoyed a forty-five minute aerobic workout before he rolled off of the
boy spent, with his bloody cock rapidly deflating. The boy rolled onto his
side, revaling a white puddle of his own seed had been forced from him by
Fulber's prostate massage.
Carl opened his trousers and hosed the blood and semen from the boy's thighs
before training the stream of piss on his head. He then grabbed the boy for
the third time that day, unsheathed his knife, and then dragged the sceaming
boy by his balls over to the father.
"This is your last chance, Major." Carl had barely finished speaking when the
wad of phlegm hit him in his face. He didn't hesitate this time and ther knife
finished its slice.
"Call for the field surgeon." Carl commanded, wiping his face. "I want this
boy to live until he is old enough to execute."
Carl held the severed organs close to the Major's face. "Has the Rebellion
sunk so low as to allow beardless boys to be castra...." A volley of gunfire
interrupted his tirade, and then the door crashed in as the Rebel forces
recaptured the farm.
The major donned a fresh uniform and met with the Captain an hour later in the
barn.
"That was close." He told his subordinate. "You came just in time. By the way,
how is the Horton boy?"
"The doctor has stopped the bleeding and is dressing the wound. He should be
okay."
"I don't know how 'okay' he'll be." The Major said nudging the remains of the
boy's manhood with the toe of his boot.
Both men were silent awhile before the Captain spoke. "At least we won't have
to worry about him sniffing around our daughters anymore." The boy had lived
with several families since he had been orphaned, and many of the fathers were
starting to be concerned with the effect that the handsome teen had on their
daughters.
"What about the prisoners we captured?" The Captain asked, changing the
subject.
"Shoot them all except for Major Carl and Sergeant Fulber. The boy can deal
with them when he's feeling a little better."
"Yes Sir! That should cheer him up some."
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Short One | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, Snuff | Re telling an old tale. | ` SHORT ONE `
She hummed softly to herself as she took the covers off her husband, and
opened his pajama bottoms. “Never again, never again.” She hummed to herself.
The woman at the surgical supply store said this was the finest needle they
had, ideal for diabetics. Of course neither she nor her husband were
diabetics. By going over and over the Internet she was able to obtain curare
and a painkiller. She injected small amount all around the base of her
husband’s penis, then into and around his scrotum. Looking at her watch she
waited five minutes. Then she took a razor scalpel and castrated the sleeping
man, first removing the skin, then cutting off his balls from their cords,
these she carefully laid on the night stand. ‘Not much blood from that.’ she
thought. “Ah well big boy will take care of that.” She went to work and cut
off her husband’s penis, and got the results she was looking for, the area
between his legs began to fill with blood.
She move to the head of the bed sat down and move her husbands head into her
lap, and held his hand. “Wake up dear.” She said as she slowly shook him.
“What, what’s wrong, I’m all wet, what’s happening.”
“Oh you poor thing you’re dying, and there is nothing anyone can do to save
you. But I’ll stay right here until you pass over.”
“I am dying, I’m cold, what’s wrong.”
“Your dying Fred and there is nothing anyone can do for you.”
“Oh my, I have a confession to make, I have been unfaithful to you.”
“I know dear, that’s why I castrated, you, now be quiet and let the bleeding
kill you.”
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Amazon Series: Part VI -- The Olympic Champion’s memoir | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | None | I was the only Amazon who won in the Olympic Games. We attended the
game only once. Our team was small. I won the champion in
wrestling. We got two second places and four third places in other
areas. It was excellent performance for a team of fourteen.
Afterwards, the males did not want us to attend any more. It was a
pity. I would like to let them see how we can compete and defeat
them on equal terms.
The rules were simple. Everyone competed in nude, no clothes
allowed. Anything was permitted. The one who surrendered or was
pushed out of the circle lost. Most men shaved their heads. I cut
my hair very short. Everyone put oil on the body to make it hard for
the opponent to grab. After a round, the winners drew lots to get
the next opponent.
The first three rounds was easy. Then I defeated the other Amazon,
Joann, in the fourth round. I faced the champion of Athens in the
semi-final. He was about my size, but stronger. We were about equal
in skill. But he was definitely stronger. We had been wrestling for
a while. He twisted my arm. I fell, pulling him down. Goddess
smiled on me that day. His balls fell on my left knee. As he
retched and nursed his balls, I pushed him out of the circle easily.
I faced the champion of Sparta in the final. He was a lot bigger
than me. Judging from the way he handled his opponents, he was also
a lot stronger. He also had the biggest cock in the Olympic Games.
I watched a lot of games other than wrestling. This Spartan
wrestling champion beat them all. Now, his twelve inch cock was
fully erect. That did not surprise me. I was stunningly beautiful
then. My slim body contrasted sharply with my big firm breasts. My
long legs ended in a thick golden brush. Every one of my male
opponents was aroused. So were many audience.
I knew I would lose. He was too strong and skillful. His opponents
were all too easy. He did not use his full strength to dispose of
them. But he had other ideas. He was going to broke me in front of
everyone. He was going to show male superiority to the world. He
was dragging out the match. He was squeezing my breasts, sucking one
and then the other. He pinned my arms above my head and freed one
hand to roam my body. Then he was ready to deliver the final
insult. He grabbed both my hands and held them above my head. Then
he forced open my legs. He was going to rape me slowly in front of
everyone. His huge cock was rubbing its way up my left leg. If I
did not do something soon, it would be inside me.
Panic gave me the inhuman strength. I twisted my wrist and broke
free. I hit his balls hard. His arms lost their strength. His body
rolled into a ball. He tried to hold his balls and nurse them. But
I was faster. I grabbed his balls first and squeezed them hard. He
almost screamed but managed to hold it back. He knew he lost. He
quickly whispered he surrendered. But I had none of that. I was in
charge. I was going to drag it out for the whole world to see. I
was going to have my sweet revenge for trying to rape me. And I told
him.
I squeezed his balls again and again. He was totally helpless. I
relaxed my grip, massaging his balls. He tried to make a quick
move. I squeezed hard. He limped. I got on top of him, rubbing my
pussy against his leg. Everyone thought that I was raping him. His
cock was still hard. It was very erotic for him to rub his well
oiled body against mine. After a while, I got up, still holding his
balls. I began to masturbate him slowly. Everyone could see it
now. I brought him to the brink and stopped, giving him a hard
squeezed on the balls instead. Then I dragged him up by his balls.
He resisted. I sweetly told him to obey or I would crush his balls.
The whole stadium was in stunned silence except the five Amazons. I
led him by his balls around the circle three times.
Finally, I decided that I humiliated him enough. It was time to end
the match and claim the championship. I squeezed his balls hard. He
fell to the ground. I followed him. Suddenly I felt one ball go pop
in my hand. A second later, the other ball also burst. I felt
electric excitement through my body. I let go of his ball sac. He
was rolling on the ground. I stood up and put a foot on his ass.
Then I raised my arms in victory salute.
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Glans Removal | PENECTOMY, Glansectomy | Removal of Glans | ` I am an adult male 44 years old who over the years I have have many thoughts
and different ways to fantasize, masterbate and get off sexually. The latest
Penis Modification was the most severe and probably the most satisfying thing
I've ever done to myself. `
I had my penis Circumcised with a tight close circumcision about 20 years of
age. I did a PA, then a Meatomy and a Reverse PA as well as Sounding inserted
in penis during materbation and fucking. I finally decided to do something
really different about a year ago.
With a week off from work and planning on being alone I decided to do a
Glansectomy on myself. I gathered the required implements and instruments I
would need and performed the removal of my glans as follows:
I inserted a surgical steel tube into my urethra the length of my penis when
soft, Tied cord around the glans at the groove and tightened to cut off all
circulation and blood flow. I tied a second cord in the same manner and place
in case the cord broke or came loose. After about 3 hours of being tied I had
no feeling at all in the glans when I pierced with needle and almost no blood.
At this time I cut the glans just ahead of the cords completely around and to
the steel tube, slid off the severed glans and left the tube in place with the
cords also.
After 3 days the cords fell off and I took the tube out, as a result the end
of my penis had a flat cut end right at the groove where my glans was,
although it was swollen it soon went down and I wound up with a flat ended
penis with out a "head" and when erect the shaft skin on penis shaft is very
tight as a result of the close tight circumcision.
Now that my penis has healed completely, I can fuck and masterbate as before,
It does feel very different due to the feeling of the glans being gone and the
scar skin over the end of my penis is very sensative. It takes longer to have
an orgasm now due to the change in feeling and stimulation.
All in All after a little over a year I very much like my new penis.
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BitchFuck's Autobiography Part I | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, S/M, electro, and more | A Master tires of a slave and makes good use of every part!All the usual disclaimers: not for minors, or adults not interested. Sorry its in pieces (I hate little story blips too) but need some feedback. FIRST TIME AUTHOR! | ` `
I am naked and chained in a box in the back of a truck. Where my Master is
taking me, I dont know. But i dont have a good feeling about it.
Master spent the morning working extra hard on me. He left 10# wts hang from
my balls all morning... my sack is stretched out a good 6 more inches.. He had
me hanging from my wrists.. taking a belt and Nailing my ass.. would make the
heavy ball wt.. swing back and forth.. he would time his Strokes to match.. so
my body jerking would make the wt swing more... and pull my balls even further
down.
He released my arms and bent me over a bench about waist high... then had me
hold my ass checks wide open... he loved beating the hell out of my hole... he
loved to watch it swell.. and turn blue.. as I screamed for mercy. But he
rarely gave any mercy.. he like to Slam his cock into my hole.. right after he
finished... said the warmth and tightness from it being so swollen pleased his
cock. Its all about his pleasure!
He turned on the power to the electrodes attached to my cock... He loves the
feel of my ass twitching in pain... as my cock if fried with electro... I am
screaming in pain.. unable to decide which hurts worse.. But he hold me in
place with his arm on my neck.. and his cock in my ass
finally he stops.. but just to reposition me... on my back.. legs spread wide.
He attaches a noose to my cockhead.. and throws the rope over a beam above...
He moves the wts that were on my balls to that.. so that my cock is being
ripped from my body. He covers my tits and legs with clothes pins. Now its
time for my balls to be attached to the electro box... and he turns up the
juice... i scream... but he stuff his cock deep in my throat.... NO more sound
comes out of me... but I struggle to breath... I have to time my breaths..
with his cock strokes... in..out...in .out..
i can only see his beautiful cock and balls.. and his ass.. My Master is
incredible!
Incredible pain racks my body.. as he covers my cockhead in hot wax... i try
to escaped... but he punches my balls.... and I quiet down. I exist for his
pleasure..
finally my cock is encased in wax.. and feels like its burnt and raw.. Master
grabs my legs.. and pulls them toward him.. and attaches them to the wall
behind. his head.. Time for more ass work.. as he inserts a long dildo up my
hole.. it starts small.. but ends up very thick.. with a small ring at the
base.. once my hole closes around the ring... its there for a long while... My
ass is still sore and the dildo hurts like hell.. but he pays no
attention...and works it in/out... deeper and deeper.. till it is wedged in my
hole..
He gets up.. and pulls his cock free of my mouth... and hoods and gags me..
I try to beg him not to .. but with the gag.. only mmrrrhppfff ..mmmrrhffhhh
can be heard..
the first belt strike on my ass stings and i jerk... But he keeps landing them
all over my ass.. occasionally hitting my balls. I almost pass out. I lose
track of how many... 10...15.. 30... i have no clue.. All i know is the bliss
of pain... and knowing I am his property.
Finally .. its stops.. my ass is ablaze., my balls ache from the electro, and
the pins are biting the skin... I am crying as he slams his cock back into
me... and fucks me hard... and rough... He can fuck for a long time... myh ass
is so sore.. I am screaming.... Finally I feel his cock slam in DEEP>> and he
holds me ass to his cock tight. His cock begins to pulse.. and he empties his
load..
It was then.. that he put the dog harness on me... chains attaching my ankles,
wriests to my ballls.. If I tried to standup.. it would rip my balls off.
Heavy metal collar locked in place.. and the plug still up my ass.. he walked
me out to the yard, let me piss.. and loaded me in the crate in the truck.
I dont have a good feeling about where we are going....
(to be cont)
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Cash, Credit, or Cock? | TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, TRAVELERS' CHECKOUT | <FONT size=5><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bell MT'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><FONT color=#000000>Your Masterbater card is not the only way to pay when you tie one on (and/or tie "it" off) in Thailand.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></P></FONT> | ` `
“American Sexpress” is a hard-to-find hardon store in Bangkok.
It’s in the attic of a strip club where the strippers are mostly petite asian-
oriental shemales, mostly still with cute cocks of all shape and size, but
with some eager to display a dreamy crotch of silky smooth nothingness.
You might hear it from the studly bottomless bartender. You might hear it from
the bare-breasted waitresses. Or, you might even hear it from one of the
“girls” during a private lap dance.
“Will that be cash, credit, or cock?” they will ask as you order Sake on the
rocks, or when you order something devilishly delicious off the menu, or when
the devil in you has been groping a sexy shemale bodylicious babe for a
20-song all-nude touch-anywhere lap dance set.
With Sake on the rocks ordered cum-covered at $500 a shot, four meaty-balls
spaghetti at $8,000 a plate, and the 20-song fantasy at $100 each, you might
find your wallet too empty and your credit cards too near their limits.
If you ask for the nearest ATM, you’ll be directed to American Sexpress, shown
the secret doorway and given the password of the day. Even when you get there,
you might decide that you’ll be spending with neither cash nor credit today.
When you eye the merchandise for sale at American Sexpress, the hardon store
gets you raging right away. Again, you might hear, “Will that be cash, credit,
or cock?”
“Here, you can barter with your balls,” offers the saleswoman (or sales
shemale-woman). $1,000 per gonad is the going rate. Your whole cock-ball combo
will get you $15 to $30 grand, depending on just how grand it really is.
If you are in the neighborhood and in the market for some kinky packages – and
willing to consider losing _your_ package -- stop in and see and feel some
shemale sexiness.
You’ve got nothing to lose to at least think about losing it. It is usually a
good happy deal all the way around.
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Great Balls on Fire | TESTICLES | Goodness, gracious ... | ` Right now, it’s Too-cold in Toronto and Real-nice in Rio. `
But the climate isn’t the only warm thing in the southern hemisphere.
Sometimes ( _often_ where I am) a pair (or two or three or twenty) of those
gorgeous masculine spheres also soak up the sun (or lighter fluid or other
incendiary substance) in the hemisphere down here.
Eunuch.org is one of the favorite web sites in the cartel Chateau where I have
been stationed, but not stationary, for the last few months. To the great
authors on the site, let me say that your talents are highly praised at this
top-shelf pony farm.
If you write it, they do it...
_Anything, within in reason. And basically there is no reason around here._
Whatever tempts you or turns you on is available. That is, if your tanned-
scrotum coin purse has more than just small change. It better have the ready-
access number of your large Swiss or Cayman bank account too.
... For example, a couple months back a eunuch.org author gave instructions on
how to remove a penis head. The glans-removal plan was just grand. Go to one
of the many sub-male livestock barns and see for yourself.
Then there was the modest proposal for a holiday cock-removal party. Every
proposed playful act was acted out with great sucking and with great success.
Lately, I’ve been writing screen plays for their extreme erotic productions.
Actual shooting is months away, so let me tell you about one of the unscripted
episodes I’ve seen lately.
Did any of you realize that many, many men around the big, big world would do
just about anything, anything to enjoy the pleasure of losing, losing their
balls, balls, balls?
Of course you realize it. That’s why you hang out, or hang _them_ out, at
eunuch.org.
Just the other day, a couple of German sissy-boys-in-love came to cum together
where they really did see fireworks. Because in part their parts _were_ the
fireworks.
And they wanted beautiful naked women to light their fire.
They were pampered and prepped for days. They were just gorgeous when it was
time for their gorgeous gory ceremony.
Two tight glory holes in the same large pane of thermal-resistant glass. Four
large gonads popped through the holes, ready for fun on the business side of
the glass.
Their exposure was perfect. Their view of their own perfection was also
perfect. Crystal clarity for their event of rarity.
We could see just fine too. And the Hollywood-caliber film crew and equipment
also aimed just right.
The naked beauties were flown in special, because they had registered (and
paid for) their own fantasies to one day be fulfilled. This was the day, the
day their fem-dom dreams to burn some balls would be theirs to live.
Flambé of faggot was the lunch special that day.
Marinated in grain alcohol, the gonads sizzled with appetizing aroma. The
happy male donors were sutured and ready to be sent on their happy way.
One of the girls was a French gourmet chef.
The preparation and the presentation were perfect.
Even the happy, happy newly ball-less happily feasted their eyes on the
fantastic feast.
They were offered, and hungrily accepted, a small taste of themselves.
Last, but not least.
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All Hat, No Cattle (2) | Other: Cum Ranching | Various male nubiles are captured for nefarious purposes. | [continued]
After an hour or so sitting on the edge of a stainless steel cot in
his monochromatic cell, Larry began to notice that his penis had not
completely gone flaccid since his mysterious encounter with the
woman he had come to identify as "the Warden". As a matter of fact,
he was now experiencing another, more gradual, erection. "Must have
been whatever she inserted in my rectum", he thought. "Must be some
kind of aphrodesiac." By the time the Warden returned, he was
completely, almost painfully, erect and had opened his fly to
accomodate the increased volume.
"I told you to pull up your pants, didn't I?" She locked the heavy
door behind her, "And that means zipping up. Pull them down again."
This time she bent him over the side of the cot, secured his wrists
to opposite bedposts with handcuffs, and produced an abbreviated
cat-o-nines from a leather holster of sorts on her belt. "For every
noise you emit, you will receive an additional two lashes. Spread
your legs and keep your head down." Larry's erection, enormous
when the woman began lashing his hindquarters, began to deflate
within the first five or six blows. When she finished the tenth
application, she stopped and used a fabric tape to measure the length
and circumference of his now nearly flaccid penis. She then continued
flogging his buttocks for another ten lashes and measured once again.
She commented favorably on his stoic silence, something to the effect
that it saved her energy for the next subject, unshackled his wrists,
and applied what smelled like antibiotic creme to his now welted
backside. Then she gripped his genital packet with one hand, expertly
manipulating both penis and scrotum, while she tracked his reaction
on a large round railroad-style stopwatch in the other.
"Your diserection is twenty percent quicker than average, I'm afraid,
but recovery is nearly twice the norm in both time and size. You will
probably end up in B barn. You'll like it there, they leave the
heat on all night."
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Gelded Stud - Final Part | TESTICLES | Completing the gelded Stud story | "Well this fixes this stud, he won't breed again". At that, he closed the jaws
of the burdizzo. John was now sterile, a eunuch, his balls would no longer
produce any sperm, and in a little while John would lose his sex drive while
his nuts gradually shriveled away.
A big penalty for someone who was careless about sex and lacking
responsibility for his actions. $ kids from his nuts were enough anyway for a
guy, but who knows what those last spurts into both women before hi nuts were
destroyed would produce?
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Alia - Part 1 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | Princess Alia discovers for the first time what happens to boys in her Palace. | She was fifteen years of age now and the only males the Princesss had come
into contact with up to now were all geldings. And to make matters worse they
were all old geldings. Her father, the Emperor, forbade the presence of any
entire males in her vicinity. All of her male slaves were older men who had
been cut years before. Many of them had actually been slaves of her mother the
Queen , who had died years ago. When she was younger Alia had not paid much
attention to them and was accustomed to them being around the Palace. But as
with all young girls, the urges of the flesh began to grow stronger as she
grew older. She began to notice that the other slaves in the Palace were not
all old and obese like those who tended her in her apartments. She never had
much contact with her father, a rather cold and austere figure. The only
person she was close to was her handmaiden Teela, a slave of about thirty
years of age who had also served her deceased mother. When she began to ask
questions about the large number of young male slaves about the Palace it was
to Teela she turned for enlightenment. At first Teela just smiled and seemed
somewhat reluctant to say anything. But Alia began to wear her down with her
continuous questioning.
" Those slaves belong to your father" she said.
" But why are they not old like mine, most of them are just young boys, why
can I not have them as my slaves instead of those old men?.
Teela seemed at a loss for words. She took Alia by the hand.
" Let us return to your apartments first and then I will try to answer some of
your questions" she said.
Back in the apartments she sat Alia down.
" You are fifteen now my Princess" she said, and it is probably time that some
things were explained to you. I am only a slave and it is not my task. But you
have insisted and I must obey. You will be Queen some day, so you must know
these things. I doubt if the Emperor will ever enlighten you."
" My father will tell me nothing" Alia said, he rarely even sees me. You may
be a slave but you are my friend. I know that one day I will be Queen, and
when that day comes I will free you. It will be my first task".
" Then I will answer your questions as best I can" Teela said quietly.
Alia smiled.
" Tell me about the slaves, the young boys, why does my father keep so many of
them?.
Teela took a deep breath.
" This may shock you" she said. You see Princess, your father prefers young
boys to girls. He takes them to his bed. It has been so for many years".
Alia stared at her.
"Do you wish me to continue?" said Teela.
Alia nodded.
" This will shock you even more. You see, some of them are not complete boys"
" What do you mean -- not complete boys?.
Teela took a deep breath.
" He castrates them first".
To be continued.
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The Plan | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A boy with a plan | The Plan
"We have decided to go out tonight and you are to stay here
alone!" mother said.His parents left. he was alone. He went and took
a hot bath. all of the sudden he got an idea! The first thing he did
was shave his scrotum clean .then He got out of the tub dried off and
went down to the the office.he grabbed a rubber band,
novocaine,syringe,a pair of surgical scissors and a cauterizing iron.
He also got a bowl from the kitchen. Then he went upstairs back to
the bathroom. Locked the door.
He was ready. He plugged in the cauterizing iron giving it
plenty of time to heat up. He then took the syringe and filled it up
with novocaine.first he injected his scrotum.Then he did each of the
vas deverens, and finally each testicle. He waited about ten minutes
for his sac to become numb. He took the rubber band and wrapped it
tightly around the base of his scrotum.Then he twisted the rubber
band and wrapped tight twice.and a third time.
He took the scissors and placed them right above the rubber
band on the top of his scrotum. He placed the bowl directly under
himself.He was facing the mirror. His scrotum was now all tight with
the rubber band placed where it was. The scissors were still open but
had all part of the scrotum within it boundries. It was time.
" They are gonna be sorry for not letting me go out!" he
said. He then quicky closed the scissors. He was looking at himself
in the mirror and was watching as his scrotum in an instant fell from
his body into the bowl. It was done. He took the cauterizing iron and
placed it on the wound for a good minute. There was no blood loss.
He couldn't feel a thing where is balls once hung between his legs.
His scrotum was now sitting in the bowl waiting for him to do
something with it. The rubber band was still holding his nut sac
tight. He took a jar and filled it with formedehyde. He then
unwrapped the rubber band three times opening up his scrotum. He then
for the first time got a good look at his testicles. he picked up his
right testicle by the severed vas deverens to study it more
closely."so thats what a testicle looks like! I am so glad I cut
them off ". He then put the testicle in the jar along with the left
testicle and the now emptied scrotum. he closed the jar.
He stayed that way all his life after that night. Nobody ever
found out about it. He kept the jar in his safe where only he knew
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750 Fuck Chapter 2 | GAY, TESTICLES | He is taking a bath with piss | ` Now he is on a clear glass top table. His legs were spread wide and his arms
were tied above his head. His egg size balls were hung low covering his
asshole. A guy named Gary came up to him and said “you will be set free after
you receive 750 fucks. You will sleep, eat, piss, shit, even die in this
building. So get use to it.” `
Sean told him that he could bring money from his home and he would pay a lot
more if he was set free. Gary didn’t care about the money. A guy came by the
table and injected something on Sean’s arm. Sean passed out.
He woke up on a tub in a center of the room. His hands were still tied behind
his back. He saw a guy pointing a gun at his head and he took it as warning
sign.
The tub was empty but soon it to be filled with piss. At each time, 10 guys
came around his tub and started to piss on him. Gold, clear, green piss landed
on his body and some guys are pointing at his hair, nose, and mouth. When he
opened his mouth to breath, some of urines went into his mouth. He gagged and
tried to spit it out. After 10 people emptied their bladder, another 10 people
came around his tub and did same thing.
He lost count but he was being bathed by several hundreds of guys and his tub
started to fill up to his stomach. And then, Gary placed an electric-shock
device collar around Sean’s neck. Gary removed the handcuffed and pushed a
button on the remote controller, and 750 guys saw Sean being zapped in a tub.
Zapping lasted about 20 seconds. Sean knew if he didn’t listen to them then he
would get the consequences. Sean hardly stood up with his weak legs. A guy
came up to him and inserted his dick in Sean’s ass. Sean yelped when the dick
was inserted. Sean soon felt warm liquid entering through his asshole and
suddenly he felt urge to go. Gary told him to hold the piss. Another guy came
up and started to fill him up. About 20 people filled him up and the procedure
took 10 min, because some guys’ dicks were huge and thick. Luckily urines in
his ass served as “lubricant.” Gary told Sean to step out of the tub. Two guys
came over and put him down on a table. Then, Gary pushed his remote button,
750 guys watched Sean pissing/shitting in every direction while his body was
shaking wild. It took few minute for him to get hold of himself. His whole
body was covered with shit and piss.
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The Audition (gay, nullification) | The Audition
I was a good looking young man with a great personality and I thought acting
would be fun. Five years of waiting tables proved otherwise. I thought I was
a great actor. Evidently, he producers and directors of California did not.
I got word of an audition for a high paying movie role. I went. It was going
to be my last. I needed to get out of town and find something to do with my
life, the acting didnt seem to be working. I showed up at a warehouse in a
dilapidated part of town at the prescribed time. It was a small cattle call.
There were thirty other men waiting around for something to get started.
There were all just as great looking as me, just as hungry, just as desperate.
I didnt stand a chance. A guy came out of an office and herded us into a
corner. He needed to see torsos and legs. Thirty men promptly stripped to
their shorts, me included. I was getting a little aroused. Ten of us were
invited into the office. Inside were four other judges. Probably the
producer, director and maybe some other actors. They explained we were
auditioning for an adult film. No one left the room. Everyone had to drop
their shorts. Three of the men started feeling our bodies and taking
measurements. I made the cut. Me and two other well-built studs. We were
still naked, standing before the desk when contracts were placed before us.
$5000 for 1 days work. We fought each other for the pen to sign first. The
other applicants were sent away. The filming began immediately.
We were given a dry run through the script, if you could call it that. We
each had to jerk off alone, then jerk off each other, then three of the men
would bring us to a final climax. That was it. Sounded good to me. I really
needed the money. Well we spent the morning and early afternoon shooting the
first two parts. After a long rest we started with the three men who helped
pick us in the first place. They were all of similar build. The took off
their shirts and left only their jeans on. They each paired up with one of us
new actors and went to work. My guy began sucking my cock with supreme skill.
I was in heaven. The other two pairs were following our lead. He stopped
well short of my climax and started wrapping my dick in rope. Next he stood
behind my and looped two leather cuffs over his wrists. He started massaging
my cock and jerking me off. I didnt even notice the thin wire between the
cuffs which he wrapped around my cock and balls. I was in the middle of a
powerful climax and spewing loads of cum when he and the other two jerked
their wrists away from our bodies good and hard. One second I was in the
midst of pleasure the next second my genitals dropped to the floor. Two other
sets joined mine on the floor soon after. The camera caught the shock and
pain on our faces. The bits of rope were still tied around a stump of skin
that was all that was left of my powerful manhood. Gone forever. A doctor
was on hand to sew up the damage. Three studs were just pruned for a genital
snuff film. My starring role. I couldnt even consider a career in adult
films, except as a freak. I now had a smooth muscular body with nothing
attached in the crotch. The three of us new stars were in a makeshift
recovery room when the three castrators came in. We would have beat the crap
out of them if we could have gotten up. They were amazed we were stupid
enough to sign up for the film. They showed us the fine print in our
contracts that didnt promise there would be no permanent damage. I was
thinking about how I would live my life without genitals and where I could
move to when the three came up with an offer. Would we like to be in another
film? "How you fucking pricks? You cut off our dicks." "Well, you could be
the castrators." They gradually pulled down their jeans to reveal three
denuded groins. Six men were in the room. Not even an ounce of genital flesh
between us. Evidently, they had starred in a film of their own. I reached
over and grabbed the nearest guy to me and started exploring his crotch.
Feeling what mine had now become. I was strangely aroused. Life as a neuter
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RULES for males | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Rules set up in the new female rule society. Rules given to all young women on how to treat males. | THE RULES:
These are the regulation which pertain to males. All young women
should read them and apply them to their males in this female
supreme society.
1. All males are subject to females. Males must obey all females
especially their wife.
2. Young women may select a man of any age to serve her.
3. On the day of marriage the wife is encouraged to show her
dominance in the relationship during the wedding ceremony. It is
customary for the male-groom to be naked during th ceremony. The
final act of marriage requires the male to stand before the female-
only audience and display his genitals. The wife must cut off
either the male's foreskin, or one or both testes, or perform a
penectomy if she desires. (The femdom regulation recommend cutting
of at least one of the testes to display the wifes supremacy in the
marriage).
4. Males are required to go naked in public. If the wife wants to
clothe the male, then it is still required that a portion of his
genitals be displayed to the public. The femdom society has found
that displaying the penis or testes in public has controlled males
aggression significantly. If the male has an erection in public
then the wife is encouraged to discipline the male by striking the
erect penis or striking the testes with femdom whip which is issued
to every women at age 12.
5. If the male's penis is dripping cum or precum then the wife or
any women who view this is encouraged to immediately command the
male to wipe it off. Women are not encouraged to touch the penis,
as this is degrading.
6. If the wife believes that the male's penis smells too much, she
can command him to immedialely wash it. If the wife desires she can
perform a penectomy get rid of the smell.
7. Males who have been castrated by their wifes are in higher
social rank than those who have testes. Males who have the penis
and testes removed are even higher rank in society.
8. If the wife has children she must bring them up in the femdom
society. The wife must make sure that the daughter view her fathers
genitals before 12. The daughter is given the option at age 14
castrate her father. Sons should not be circumcised. THe
circumcision of the foreskin is done during the wedding ceremony
when the young male marries. All males should be circumcised befor
age 30. All males should be castrated at age 40. All males over 50
should have a penectomy.
9. Vaginal penetration by the penis is forbidden. As such, the
penis is considered a useless organ. IF the wife desires sexual
pleasure from her male, she can have sex with other females. Or if
she choose she can place on a strap-on dildo and penetrate her
male's anus.
10. Males are forbidden to masturbate.
11. All males must have the penis pierced by any type of ring. The
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peepers creepers | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, Minor(?) | Curiosity killed the cat and curiosity killed my cock. | I have been looking at my mothers magazines and at the underwear adds mostly.
Looking at the bra and imagining the breasts underneath. Mostly though I have
been staring at the panty and just seeing how tight they were. Down there
there was no cock or balls. I imagined that they were completely smooth down
there. I had no concept of a vagina - I thought they must pass water from
their anus. Just looking at these pictures is enough to make me erect and a
feeling of pressure in my groin area.
I set up the magazine against the wall. I grasp my aching balls in my left
hand and lift and squeeze them as I stroke my foreskin up and down over my
purple nob. I give the foreskin a hard tug now and return to the rythmic
stroking that builds the pressure in my groin. The stroking causes my balls to
tighten as I feel even my ass hole sort of draw into my body. My body begins
to shake as my ass, cock and balls all begin to spasm over and over. The tip
of my cock feels a sudden pulse of pure preasure and my knob swells suddenly
then all my feelings are centered on the tip of my cock as spasm after spasm
is accompanied by wave after wave of pure pleasure and squirt after squirt of
thick,white and warm spunk spurt out. The first over my head the second on my
chest and the next on my belly and the last over my pumping hand. I want to
keep going keep this intense pleasure going ans it sweeps from the tip of my
cock to evvelope my whole pelvis and shoot up my backbone to the top of my
head.
Now the sensitivity comes in and I stroke my cock softly now and still squeeze
my balls. Now the sensitivity is too much and I gently slide my foreskin over
my nob and release my balls. Suddenly the bedroom door slams open and my
mother is screaming as she sees me with newly spent spunk all over my chest
and stomach. Her sister is beside her and now I am a filthy beast and a
pervert. My mother grabs me in a full Nelson hold and drives me to my knees.
My aunt has pushed a chair in front of me and grasping my cock by the foreskin
streaches my cock out over the chair. No NO!! she has an axe in her hand. Bang
the axe comes down hard. Ow, fuck she chopped into my knob. Bang - the axe
comes again ooow fuck fuck fuck my knob is off. Mothers knee is in my back
keeping what is left of my cock on the chair.
Bang bang bang ooowww fuck fuck fuuuuuuck all my cock is gone. Now I am a
disgusting pig. My cock is in pieces and blood shoots almost across the room.
I, I see everything going grey now b l a c k.
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A Roman Punishment | GAY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Torture | A lazy Roman Captain and his man are punished by the Governor of Carthage | ` `
A Roman Punishment
The time: 100 BC
The Place: The Roman Colony near Carthage
The Governor was angry. He had told his captain that the shipment of new
slaves from Rome was not to be touched until he returned from his trip to
Egypt. The lazy man had left them in the care of one of his men and had gone
to sleep. The slaves were a special shipment, requested by the governor. Five
males from the German Colonies, young men, 18 to 19 years old, all blonds.
Just the way the Governor liked them. But that was spoiled now. Now that the
lazy captain’s man had defiled one of them. While the captain slept, he had
taken one of the young slaves out of the holding cell, and had his way with
him all night. And if that wasn’t enough, he had gelded him at the end of the
night’s activities.
Well, now he would pay. The Governor looked down the steps of the city hall,
to the courtyard in front of it. There the man who had committed these crimes
was tied to a frame. He was naked but for a small loin cloth that barely
covered his genitals. The whole Centurion regiment was lined up behind him, to
view his punishment.
The governor called out to his lazy captain. “Captain Martinus, you lazy dog,
it will be your duty to carry out this man’s punishment. I hope you enjoy it,
for when you are done, you will then enter my chambers for your own private
reward for these actions. Carry on.” He then took a seat at the top of the
stairs, and watched what followed.
Captain Martinus stood there sweating in the noon day sun. He could feel the
sweat running down his back. He was wearing the special costume selected by
the Governor for this day’s duties. The helmet of a Centurion was on his head
and the standard breast plate was covering his chest, but at his waist it all
changed. There a thin leather belt was all he wore. It ran around his back,
just above his ass, to the front where it dipped down and under his scrotum.
It pulled his genitals upward and to the front. They had been shaved, and his
testicles bulged outward under the pressure of the belt. His penis was semi
hard and stood straight out six inches. He took a deep breath and began his
task.
To be continued…
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Easy Money | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | College boy responds to an ad.... | ` "This way" Mr. Adams, the receptionist smiled as she pointed to a plain
white door at the clinic. Dr. Massey will with you shortly. `
The young man entered the examining room and waited fornthe dr to appear. The
check for$ 250.00 would make for a good part week-end. The ad had said just 2
visits to the clinic were required-each one no more than an hour.
Dr Massey entered. She was a pleasant middle aged woman with a scholarly air
about her. "Edward-i see you have completed the required paperwork..good good
she said softly. he had signed a few papers but paid no attention to them. Ill
perform your bi-lateral orchiectomy with minimum pain..Now lets get you
started.." a bi-what he said? I thought this was a simple uh.study....Oh it is
Edward-ill have your testicles and scrotum removed within 30 minutes and youll
be on your way! Before he realized it the needle was jabbed into his arm and
he felt himself drift off.
As he waited for his follow-up exam he wondered if the receptionist knew he
was now a eunuch? Dr. massey smiled as she looked at the young mans now soft
and quite tiny penis...Yes Edward she said you have healed very well and i
know as the years pass my treatment for anxiety will become more popular.
Thank you Dr Massey the young eunuch replied.
As he left the receptionist smiled at him and he knew she knew..
He did not realize he had not even noticed herfull breasts and round behind.
But how could he?
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Castration Invention | TESTICLES | New Device for Safely castrating. | I was having a routine blood pressure test at the doctor's and the nurse
wrapped the band around my arm. She was using one of the latest electrical
machines. The band tightened much quicker than the older type and I found a
certain pleasure in the process. Then it occurred to me that if I could adapt
the machine to enclose a scrotum, it might be of interest to some one into
castration play, like me. I bought myself a machine and set to work adapting
it. Now it was time to test it out. I slipped the hollow loop of surgical
rubber over my balls and tightened it a bit, then over the loop I put the
velcro sleeve to enclose and restrict the tubing . That would then allow the
tube to inflate within the velcro but, not being able to expand outwards, it
would expand inwards, crushing the cords to my balls. Here goes! I switched
the machine on and immediately the compressed air surged through the surgical
tubing. Wow! What an intense pressure there was. My penis leapt to attention,
producing the hardest boner I'd had in ages. This was even more intense than a
calicrate bander. My balls immediately became shiny and dark. I let the
pressure get even more intense before stoping the pressure getting any more.
This was a serious machine. After a few seconds, I released the pressure and
had a breather. However, I couldn't resist doing it again and again. There is
no doubt - this could be the safest and most bloodless way of castrating
someone.
Any one want to volunteer? I think that I'll have to patent it.
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Joe (prologue) | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | This is a setup for a fantasy world where humans are destroyed but their genetically engineered creations fight to inherit the planet. This is not a commentary on environment, religion or politics. So enjoy. | Man had reached his zenith in the 21st century. For thousands of years, nature
was a danger for man, but man had made the earth dangerous for nature.
Resources were depleted rapidly and many species became extinct. The human
population became so great that farms were moved into orbit and natural
resources were farmed from the asteroid belt. This was terribly dangerous work
and one company, ManGen, bio-engineered a new breed of human with smaller
brains, and as strong as a gorilla. The small brain made them more submissive
and the huge muscles made them ideal for work in rough off-planet conditions.
These broad shouldered and broad hipped endomorphs were called Hei. Many died
in off world mining projects.
At the same time the wealthy had a burning need for companionship and didn’t
want to risk scandal with prostitutes or financial ruin with marriage. So
ManGen developed pleasure models. The male version was nicknamed Joe. Their
starting size was 6’5” and cocks were no smaller than 10”. All were perfect
mesomorphs. Mostly blond, but some redheads and brunettes with blue eyes and
perfect tans. It didn’t take long for the wealthy to start abusing their
property. At first they arranged athletic competitions where the Joes
excelled. This progressed to wrestling matches where the winning Joe fucked
the loser. Finally, cockfights were setup where Joes were armed with blades
strapped to their elbows, shoulders, knees and wrists. Many died in the ring.
But neither the Hei or Joe had any rights since their DNA was manufactured and
they had a termination date of 30 years. They were not considered human.
Events changed their luck.
The earth had had enough of human domination and started to react violently.
The planet heated up, polar ice caps melted and weather became tropical.
Floods retook the coastal areas. Even the Sahara turned into a flooded
mangrove forest. Finally the oceans died and massive amounts of poison gas
swept across the continents.
With the weather so violent, sometimes critical food shipments were delayed or
food storage facilities were flooded. Massive city wide food riots broke out
and society began to break down.
The military went to ManGen and asked for Hei to control the riots. ManGen
developed Hei which were highly aggressive. Releasing Hei into riot areas was
very effective. The Hei armed with riot sticks mercilessly wiped out the
rioter and innocent bystander alike. Identifying the innocent would have been
too complex for the Hei to understand. The military was pleased and began
replacing infantry units with Hei. Officers remained human and were needed to
direct the Hei.
Even the UN had military Hei since no country wanted to donate troops with so
many problems at home. But caught up in a corruption scandal the UN missed a
food shipment for a Hei army, and it turned on its officers and went rogue.
The free Hei raided the agro-hei and started interbreeding and spreading their
aggressive genes. National Hei units sent to subdue the rogue army, changed
sides and joined the rogue Hei. This massive army spread like army ants and
raided cities for food. When the city ran out of food, the Hei ate the humans.
Again the military went to ManGen. ManGen didn’t have enough time to conjure
up a better blend of Hei DNA, so they gave the military their high-end
pleasure models. Although the DNA was exactly the same as a Joe, ManGen
charged a premium for these Tarzan class Joe. The first GI Joe units were
highly efficient warriors, but the Hei hordes were too many and overwhelmed
them. As the economy began to collapse, society was unable to give the Joe’s
the equipment they needed to fight the Hei. They were given rifles, boots,
helmets to receive orders and ammo packs. No body armor - not even shorts. The
army didn’t have a jock strap that could hold a Joe’s big package.
For society, the war footage looked like a giant gladiator event. The mob
loved seeing the heroic looking Joes fighting the Hei hordes. The casualty
rates were terrible. The Joes started demanding better equipment and rights.
Neither was given. Society didn’t consider them human. Even the Pope, who kept
young Joes (nicknamed Joeys) as altar boys, ruled that Joe and Hei had no
souls and were therefore not covered by God’s vicarious grace. Even at the end
of human civilization, humans did not want to recognize their abuse of the Joe
and Hei.
At the battle of New Los Angeles (old LA was underwater), a Joe watched as a
horde of Hei surrounded the city. Inside the walls was an ungrateful city of
fat humans. Outside, his hungry kin were preparing to lay siege. His helmet
buzzed with a message from his commanding officer who was sitting in an air
conditioned office in downtown New Los Angeles. The battlefront was no longer
safe for human officers to bother showing up. He could hear his officer
smacking his lips as he ate a donut. The Joe hated him. He hated how his
officer would come into the barracks late at night after a battle and fuck one
of the sleeping Joe. Now the officer gave the same instructions.
“Defend the gate at all cost.” With artillery and laser canons the first wave
would be wiped out, but Joe knew that was only the beginning. Joe scratched
his bare butt. He hated that fat officer fucking him. Joe responded with “Sir.
Yessir, defend the gate at all cost.” The officer clipped off before Joe
finished. Joe looked at the battered gate, looked at the horde, and looked
behind at the gleaming city.
Even though he wasn’t an officer, the other Joes defending the wall, looked to
him for direction and inspiration. They called him Manley even though the
humans didn’t recognize his name. He smiled at his brothers as he walked along
the wall. Some of the Joe looked younger than 18. ManGen had slipped
production dates due to resource shortages. Joes aged the same as humans so
much planning was involved in supplying so many units. The military had even
been forced to confiscate Joe’s from the wealthy and clergy. It became a
patriotic effort to donate Joe to the military. Manley could tell some of the
Joey belonged to some dirty old priest. The Joey had the least chance in a
battle and was treated no differently by the Hei. They would be sliced open
and eaten like the rest.
Loud explosions marked the beginning of the artillery barrage. Too early,
thought Manley. The Hei hadn’t begun to attack. Some jittery downtown officer
had given the order too soon. The cities guns blasted and churned up the
ground around the city for two hours. Dust swirled around the walls. The city
only wanted to spend money for two hours worth of bombing. Plus it was loud
and disturbed the inhabitants. Now with the dust heavy in the air, the Hei
attacked. Manley cursed that he didn’t have working infrared goggles. He could
hear the war cries getting closer.
The strategy was simple. The powerful Hei would run a bomb made from
fertilizer to the gate and set it off. It was a suicide mission but effective.
The gate was weak from repeated bombings. The Joe fight before the gate and
fall back while Joe on the walls defend their retreat. The humans promised
reinforcements and air support every day but never delivered. Manley had
already selected Joe to defend the gate. Unlike human officers, Manley always
joined his men before the gate.
Manley called his officer. “Sir, Need another round now. Sir” He didn’t
mention the first barrage was too early. Humans hated having their mistakes
pointed out. “Sorry Joe. You know the rules. Only 2 hours. Especially today.
The honorable mayor, Miguel Continflando, is giving a diversity speech this
morning before the parade. Maybe after the speech. I’ll talk to the mayor.”
The officer clipped off again.
Manley was fucked and still couldn’t see anything. They would have to fight
blind. Support from the walls would be useless. “Diversity? The longer he
waits de verse its going to get.” At least this explained why there were no
news cameras to film the bloody battle today. They were all watching the mayor
and the diversity pride parade. Joe looked at his men. He wondered who would
make it. He wondered why he was trying. “Change of plans boys. The mayor wants
diversity. Open the gates!” His men were confused. They only opened a small
hole near the gate. Never the main gate. “Open it. Humans want diversity, lets
give it to them.” The Joes were confused but obeyed Manley. He had led them
into many brutal battles and trust was unquestioned.
Manley removed his helmet and ordered his men to follow him. Manley gave final
orders for all defenders to head for the port and remove their helmets. His
men complied and followed him into the city. Manley led them through the
access tunnels as the mayor pontificated above them. With their powerful
lungs, the marathon run to the port was no problem. Above them the obligatory
applause turned to shrieks of terror as Hei joined the parade. The Joes
started to laugh for the first time in months.
Arriving in the port, everything looked calm. Everyone was at the parade. The
few workers on the docks seemed bored. Manley knew it would take a little
while for the Hei to chew through the city, so he calmly selected the biggest
yachts and ordered the port workers to fuel them. The big guns (both military
and muscular) convinced the workers to act. His men raided the fish markets
and loaded up the ships. They were only given a tasteless paste to eat - never
real food and never fresh fish. Manley waved goodbye to the ungrateful city as
they sailed off. Manley hoped the Hei wouldn’t get sick eating his commanding
officer.
With the Joe in rebellion, the human race was finished. The Hei flooded into
the cities devouring everything and everyone. Civilization didn’t just
collapse it disappeared. What the Hei left, nature devoured. The directors of
ManGen realized that humans would be extinct while Hei and Joe were around.
Bioweapons were ineffective since the DNA was too similar to human DNA. Prior
to being eaten by Hei, the pope had proposed religion as a solution. BioGen
developed a shaman Hei. The shaman preached that consuming humans was bad and
that eating Joe was good and would give them life beyond their termination
date. To save time, the whole Joe did not have to be consumed - just the
balls. ManGen then sent an emissary to the Joe and explained that the Joe were
not only physically superior to the humans, they were the next step in human
evolution. They were bred from nymphs and were therefore gods. The emissary
pleaded forgiveness on behalf of the human race and pleaded for help against
the Hei.
The directors held their ManGen board meeting to discuss the progress. The
myth appealed to the Joe’s new sense of confidence and independence, but they
refused to help their former masters. It was divine punishment. The Hei also
adopted of their new religion but still ate humans since food was getting
scarce. Religion had failed. As the directors explored more creative options,
the Hei burst into the compound. The directors swallowed their suicide pills
and sipped tea for the last time. The creature had returned to its creator.
Two thousand years passed and no trace was left of the great cities. Nature
was back in balance. A few scattered tribes of Hei and Joe roamed the planet
and remained hostile to each other but lived in accord with nature.
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The Gymnast | The Gymnast
It was extremely simple. I could not do the splits. I had to do the splits
to compete. Something had to be done. I had excelled in gymnastics in high
school and even made the college team. I had trained hard for the last two
years to make it to the state championships. I could even have a shot at
trying out for the olympics. If only I could do the splits. My groin simply
would not cooperate. The trainer at college new of a doctor willing to do
underground surgery. I signed up. I figured a few ligaments could be
released and off I would go to a great gymnastic career. The doctor got it
wrong. He thought my cock and balls were in the way. He simply removed them
and made my crotch more mobile too. I woke up in a white room and my head
started spinning. I looked down at my bandaged crotch and passed out. It was
few days before I was up and about. I didnt realize the full extent of my
modifications until I started to change the bandaging myself. I kept
unwrapping and unwrapping until I realized that my normally large bulging
crotch was dwindling without revealing any cock or balls. The surgeon was
very neat. You couldnt even tell I was born with a nice long penis and large
egg-shaped balls. My muscular toned body was a nearly perfect specimen of
manhood. I just dont have the manhood to back it up. I was devastated at
the time but have grown accustomed to my altered state. It certainly made
gymnastics easier. My flexibility was so good that the judges couldnt
believe their eyes when I performed my floor routine. Unfortunately, I didnt
make a career out of gymnastics. I didnt make the final cut for the
championships. So now Im an accountant in a large firm downtown. If you see
me in a business suit, you would never know. Even in shorts and a t-shirt you
would never guess. Im a perfectly normal male with a tan v-shaped body and a
great looking face. Polished off with the right clothes I can go anywhere
from the nicest restaurant to the gym. No one would ever be able to tell that
I had my genitals removed three years ago. So Im actively searching for a
life partner. He needs to be a great guy with an open mind. He also needs to
be willing to share his genitals with me on a daily basis. I like the look
and feel of a great set of cock and balls. Cant seem to get my hands on
enough of them lately. So are there any guys out there interested in hooking
up with a cockless, nutless six foot former gymnast who can contort his body
into any position desired? | {
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Merry X-Mas | GAY, TESTICLES, Furry Antrhomorphic | A big Bull decides to life out a fantasy... but a predator comes along and takes advantage... | The Zebracorn smiled wickedly down at the big dirty brown bovine kneeling
before him. As he swiftly run the bone saw back and forth, cutting through
that long dangerous horn. "Your not going to be needing these anymore..." The
smirking Zebracorn snickered lewdly, as the humiliated Bull snorted and
trembled in anger and shame. Wondering how he'd let himself get into this
position... miles and miles from nowhere in a cold dirty barn. As his long
deadly horn was cut off to an in offensive little nub, that horn tip joining
the other on the filthy barn floor.
It had all started as a naughty sexual adventure on the Internet, he'd been
hanging out in a Bondage and Domination site. When he'd met this big Haflinger
in the chat room... at least he'd claimed to be a Haflinger. He'd had some
great pictures of his huge powerful equine body... claimed to be a top... Who
would use and abuse the Bull in extreme ways even he'd not thought of... Well
that much at least had been true... they had played on line for a few months.
And then the big Haflinger had offered up an exceedingly exciting and
dangerous fantasy...
He would abduct the big Bull... take him to his barn of punishment and do all
the things they both liked to him... The big Bull would have to drive himself
out to a seclude spot, and blindfold and handcuff himself to a post. The big
Horse would then drive up sometime later with the key to the cuff's, and
abduct him... He'd resisted at first... it was just to dangerous. But as they
role played it over and over again the big Bull started to want it more and
more. Until one night after a long RP session... he'd agreed to do it X-mas
eve night.
The big Horse had given him instructions on where to go, and how to get there.
So that Saturday night he'd done it, and so was standing blindfolded and
handcuffed to and old lamp post. When the old van had came rattling up the
door opened and hoof beats approached. A deep voice had chuckled lewdly as
those hoof beats circled around him looking him over. “Well... well what have
we got here?” That deep scary voice had wondered amused as warm hands
unbuckled his belt. Stripping his pants off so those hands could fondle him
very intimately. The situation had him aroused already, and his molesters warm
fingers only made it worse.
“Wha...What are you doing?” Teddy had protested scared that someone would come
along and see... But that amused voice remain soft, lazy and uncaring. As his
unseen molester chuckled in amusement at the Bull's arousal, even as he jacked
him off playfully. Then something musky smelling/tasting was jammed into his
muzzle and taped in place. Clearly his abductor don't want to hear his
concerns, it took the Bull a few minute to realize it was his own underwear in
his muzzle.
“Aint this a nice surprise... it's not every day I find sweet meat like this
just hangin' around helpless.” His molester had laughed as he moved away, back
over to the van taking out something. Metal had rattled and hinges had
squeaked, and then he felt a tug on the handcuffs. There was a loud snap as
the chain was cut, his hands pulled back from around that post. But were
quickly bond once again, this time by duct tape... He was frog marched over
and shoved into the back of the van, then his ankles were taped together as
well... The old doors squeaked and then slammed closed, and then they were on
the road...
It was endless hours later when the old van rumbled into a big cavernous
structure, the door squeaked open and he was drag out. Falling onto the cold
damp dirt floor, while his abductor knelt over him. And began cutting his
jacket and shirt off, the big Bull struggling against his bonds then.
Destroying his clothes was not play of the game... but his abductor just
snickered and kicked him. Warning him to lay still or he'd get hurt a lot
worse that a few bruised ribs. Once his shirt and jacket were cut off... he
was dragged with much huffing and puffing across the filthy barn floor.
It struck him as strange that a huge Haflinger would have that much trouble.
And as he was lifted up and tied to a thick wooden post his blindfold slipped
off. Revealing that his abductor was a short round bellied Zebracorn...
“MMMWWTTFF?” He'd exclaimed into his gag, as the Zebracorn replaced the duct
tape with black ropes. Then buckled a wide leather collar around his thick
neck. “I like the nipple rings...” His abductor snickered, as he cut the duct
tape off the Bull's muzzle. And pulled those now soaking wet jocky shorts from
the big Bovines mouth.
“Dude... seriously what the FU....UMMMM.” He'd tried to protest but a big
orange ball gag was quickly shoved between his jaws and buckled in place. At
least he was able to breath better now, as the ball had a hole through its
center. He listened to his breath whistle through that hole, as his abductor
stood up and began stripping off his own clothing. The Zebracorn was sporting
an amazingly long black erection, which he fondled gloatingly. As he lay out a
number of wicked looking tools, as well as some standard bondage toys.
“Now yer all mine!” He chortled moving up to look the big Bull over again,
noting the dirt and mud smeared fur. “Where to begin?” The Zebracorn wondered,
but then his black lip's twisted up into a wicked smirk. “It was a long
ride... I think I need to relieve myself...” He laughed standing up to the
Bull's head he grabbed those long horns. And then pressed his cock tip to the
hole in the ball gag... “Get ready to swallow...” He laughed when the Bull
tried to shake his head no... “Swallow or drown makes No difference to me!”
Teddy snapped out of his reminiscence as the Zebracorn setting the saw aside,
and then picked up a strange looking tool. Fitting to tiny green bands on the
prongs, he compressed the handles stretching those bands out wide. Then
slipped them over the big Bull's huge testicles one at a time, sliding them up
the sack neck. Until they almost touched the Bull's huge rock hard cock, then
he released those handles and the jaws snapped closed. The green bands
slipping off the prong, shrinking back down to their tiny size. Pinching deep
into that delicate flesh... squeezing off the veins and arteries. Strangling
those fat nut, and causing a painful ache in the pit of the big Bull's
stomach. Teddy moaned through the hole in his ball gag, as the Zebracorn
tossed the bander aside. And picked up a big pair of shears... holding them up
in front of the Bull's eye's, he opened and closed them with a loud. 'SNICK!'
“Yeah... ya won't be needin' these either my little Steer.” The wicked
Zebracorn snickered, as he sliding those big shear between the bands.
“NNNNNNNNNNUNUUU...” Teddy squealed through the hole in his gag... as his
abductor slowly closed those razor sharp jaws. There was a blinding sickening
flash of pain, and the his big ball sack was laying in the Zebracorn's palm.
“Now yer just a helpless rut boi Steer forever...” His abductor laughed
tossing his dissevered jewels into the dirt with his horn tip's. “Yer know
whats comin' next...” The Zebracorn sneered lewdly, as he moved around behind
the big dirty Steer. Lifting his short tail up and smearing his clenched tail
hole with spit, and then Teddy moaned in pain. As two feet of thick black
equine cock was roughly shoved up his ass! “Yer a hell of a X-mas present...”
The Zebracorn moaned into his ear as he rocked back and forth sodomizing him
repeatedly...
It was some days later what Teddy was recovering in the Hospital that the
Police tracked down his internet buddy. Turns out he was a teenage fox... not
the Zebracorn at all...
FIN
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Hot Spring Hotel | TESTICLES | ` Driving down a long valley I noticed glitter along what had always been just
trees and grass. `
A small sign on the road said. "Hot Springs Hotel"
Down a long gravel driveway stood a large dilapidated hotel, surrounded by
rows of cars. The hill behind was dotted with tents.
Some of the stucco had come off and some of the walls stood without a roof. A
new sign read "Entrance" with a red arrow pointing down an alley between the
grand stucco portch and what looked like a roofless outbuilding. The small
alley had mowed, watered grass and a flagstone path to a door in the back
wall.
At the side of the door was a shoe brush and a sign at eye level, "Please
brush shoes before entering." I brushed my shoes and opened the door.
The smell of roasting garlic hit me.
A lady was sitting on a small wooden bench putting shoes on a child.
A large glass curio held some old china, rusted farm artifacts, old photos and
newspaper clippings about the hotel.
There was a wall of cubby holes for shoes. It was full and pairs of shoes
covered the half of the vestibule that wasn't carpeted.
Through an archway to a hall, one side more cubby holes filled with shoes.
(8X12 twice and the shoes on the floor- over 200 pairs of shoes) The front of
the hall had a unixes restroom. Across from the vestibule was a large room
with sofas and tables where women and children were laughing and chatting,
looking at books together. No TV's or computers but no men either.
A fellow popped his head up in a window and asked if he could help me.
I asked if the Hot springs were open to the public. Yup. $5.00 for the plunge.
$13.00 with the buffet and free with a room. Is this your first time here?
Yeah
The steam room, indoor plunge, shower, and change room are clothing optional,
but put on a suit for the outdoor pool. No glass in the pool areas. Men at the
end of the hall.
I never saw a women's change room or any other openings in the hall.
The change room was huge with four open skylights, two massage tables, two
divider walls with pegs separating three changing benches over 10 feet long.
Pegs with clothes covered the partitions and periferal walls except for two
large round mirrors and one old pedistal sink.
From the change room I found a room with two urinals and four closed toilet
stalls, another door revealed a room with four shower heads, a door to the
steam room, and stairs to an indoor hot pool about 4 feet deep and 20 feet
square. Outside there was one young fellow sunbathing and two women in the
pool.
Nobody to be seen anywhere. Yet there was enough clothing on the pegs for 40
guys. Back in the change room after a plunge and a few minutes in the "all to
Hot" steam room. I noticed another door with a sign hanging "Massage in
Progress"
The door opened and the first five guys out had raging hard ons and multiple
elastrator bands around ther balls. They marched straight down the stairs and
into the indoor pool. The twenty guys following them were eunuchs. some were
old and gray but most were young, fit, trim athletic adults like the five just
banded.
Just then a youngster about 8 years old walked through the change room to the
toilets. No one looked embarassed to be naked without balls in front of a kid.
When the kid left, One guy said. "I guess you've seen. Want to join us?"
Join us how? I asked nervously.
As eunuchs!
No, but I have to admit I am curious. What's it like to be a eunuch?
It's great just ask anyone here.
I know it makes you sterile but wouldn't a vasectomy do?
Once they're gone you won't worry about them any more.
What do you mean worry about them?
You still have them. Once they're gone you'll realize how much they were in
the way. Shifting when you sit. How often you stand and reposssition them. How
anxious they make you. How often you bump or catch them. How aggressive they
make you. Life without them is a lot calmer.
There are five guys down in the pool losing their nus. Why?
Ask them.
Down in the pool there were lots of guys. The guys with the bands kept feeling
them. The eunuchs asking them if they were still OK, and generally being
supportive. Posibly reliving their own castration and offering encouragement.
The warm water loosening their scrotums letting the bands bite tighter while
helping the guys relax.
Finally one of the banded guys complained that he was getting pain in his
balls. One older eunuch said. "Follow me."
I followed him and the five guys back to the massage room where he pulled out
a package of disposable insulin srynges and a pint of "Everclear" grain
alcohol.
The banded guys injected themselves using several injections in different
places until they felt no pain.
I was asked by one of the banded guys if I wanted to join them with some
bands.
I said. "NO."
He said we meet every three years for this. You don't want to wait that long.
Go ahead try it.
Suddenly it hit me that they really wanted me to become a eunuch!!!
I got dressed and out of there faster than a criminal breaking out of prison.
As I left I noticed license plates from Florida, New York, Georgia, Illinois,
New Mexico, Montana, California, Oregon basically from accross the nation.
I don't know, yet, if I'll return in three years, but it has been a curiosity.
PS: Thanks Zoroaster
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Young Bull | STRAIGHT | A Young Bull Becomes a Steer | Young Bull
By Justoneguy
The young bull bucked and jerked against the restraints that held him face
down onto the bed. His arms were tied to either pole of the headboard with his
feet, flat on the floor, tied to the feet of the bed. The bull’s body was bent
at the waist, with the mighty muscles of his chest and stomach pressed against
the soft sheets of the bed. I watched the muscles mighty bull’s back ripple
and flex as he tried to heave his heavy frame from the bed. But the restraints
held the bull firmly in place. The hoarse deep grunts and screaming cries of
defiance that called from behind the cloth and rubber gag in the bull’s mouth
filled my ears. The tufts of black hairs under his arms were damp with sweat.
The bull’s biceps bulged into strong mounds of muscle as he pulled at the
ropes that bound him in place—and bound him to his fate.
As the young buck tugged and screamed his muffled cries of fear and defiance,
I took a final look at his mighty masculine form. His butt was in the air,
straining and flexing, all muscle, as if he were preparing to penetrate his
mate. I wondered how many times this young bull had penetrated a love. Many,
many times, I knew. And he had been such a good lover—making the females under
him squirm and cry out with pleasure. Or making the women who rode his mighty
pole like he was her stallion cry out and quiver as she hung on for the ride.
How many times had he sunk his prong deep into the soft wetness of a pussy,
and how many times had a willing, panting woman clutched his mighty back and
firm butt as the pleasure his manhood gave her overwhelmed her body? His male
organ, although I couldn’t see it now, was a mighty piece of male flesh. It
was circumcised—a bull without his sheath—from birth, and was above average in
size. The bull was proud of it, no doubt. Which would add to his humiliation
and sorrow when his mighty manhood is reduced to a permanent floppy noodle.
His balls are between his legs, hanging down in a compact but loose sac. I
look at his bull balls, already tied with the band that will deep the bull
alive once I have removed them. The bull’s balls are slightly tanner than the
rest of his skin—a sign that they are ripe and mature. They—those twin hanging
oysters between his straining legs—are what was powering the strength and
spirit of this bull. Without them, he wouldn’t be a bull. He wouldn’t want
women, he wouldn’t desire sex and orgasms and ejaculations. Without them, his
body wouldn’t be fit and toned and strong. Without them, he wouldn’t be a
bull.
I reached out and took his bag of bull balls into my hand. They were warm to
the touch, and had a sheen of sweat from their owner’s struggles. They felt
loose, soft skinned but with firm orbs underneath. The bull could feel me
holding them. He jerked with all his might then, trying desperately to save
the most sensitive and important flesh of his body. The skin of his sack felt
so velvety to my hand; the orbs within so firm but soft. The bag was so
important to the bull. It was his manhood.
I took the knife from my pocket and held his warm sack of babymakers steady.
“Just hold still, young bull. It will only hurt for a moment.” The bull’s butt
muscles tensed and his body broke into a cold sweat. I put the blade against
the edge of the band and let it rest there for just a moment—the moment
between strength and weakness, between desire and ambivalence, between manhood
and nothing. The bull whimpered into his gag. And then I sliced.
His bag came free in my hand, and I held his bull balls loosely in my right
hand. The bull’s body convulsed and spasmed. I could see drool coating the
pillow around his mouth. His eyes were open, but dull and unseeing.
“Nnuuunngggg, nnuuughhhhhh,” where the straining sounds from behind his gag.
And as I looked at the castrated balls in my hand, and thought of the meal of
breaded and fried prairie oysters I would eat tonight and of the tanned and
dried change purse I would make for his velvet scrotum, I chuckled to myself.
This young bull was now and forever a steer—a gelding—a neutered sexless
steer.
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Ancient Secret | STRAIGHT | You can never escape secrets from the past... | `
Ancient Secret
I was 70 when Dan passed away. For a while I was so grief stricken I wanted to
join him. Thank God for the children.
Paul, Dominic and Amanda rallied around and sustained me. They wouldn't leave
me alone. It was so good of them. They all have their own lives and families
now. They'd loved their dad too, he'd been such a wonderful man. As Amanda
pointed out, I'd been blessed with fifty years of a perfect marriage and
that's something few women have.
Stan Sanders had also been a support. He and Dan had been friends from school.
Stan had been a handsome man in his younger days. When I first met Dan he was
there and for a short while it was a toss up which one I preferred. At the
time Dan had been recovering from a rather bad motor cycle accident. Well, I
chose the right one but I've always liked Stan.
He was there at the funeral. Stan had taken my arm and was escorting me from
the grave side to the car. He whispered "Alice, Dan must have known about us."
I was shocked. This was no time to refer to events best forgotten. Events so
far in the past that they could have no possible relevance today. Besides, it
was insulting to the memory of my husband whom I still loved.
"It's time to tell you, Alice. Dan lost both testicles in that motor bike
accident. He never wanted you to know."
End
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After the Game | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | The small town football team wins the game but loses it all. | It all began last fall in the middle of November. It was just before
the last game. If the boys football team won the big game they would
go to the state championship. To some of you it may not seen like
much, but in small town West Virginia, it was. The players were up.
So was the town. Ben Johnson, the quarterback, had a perfect season.
Ben was the bankers son, rich and very handsome. His blond hair and
blue eyes caught everybodies attention, and his body was to die for,
tight abs, silky smooth chest and a bubble butt that was awesome.
The problem was he knew it. Someone said he could get away with
murder and he almost did.
The day was going so slow. Classes dragged. Finally, classes were
over and the team prepared to load the bus for the game. Soon, they
were on their way. It was forty miles to the game, over very steep
and hilly two lane roads. They got there about 3:30 and began suiting
up. They were ready for anything, or so they thought. The games
started at 5. Even from the beginning the boys knew it was not going
to be easy. The score went back and forth. Finally, in the last
seconds of the game Tommy Anderson kicked the field goal and won the
game. All the members of the team ran out and carried Tommy and Ben
off the field and crowd cheered. They did it! Wow!
You should have been in the locker room, tight naked bodies rubbing
together, slapings each others buts and all. Quiet a site. Finally,
the team got back on the bus for the journey home. They barely
noticed the snow slowly starting to come down. As they traveled the
snow got worse. Suddenly, the bus slipped on the road and and stopped
the driver tried to start it but it would not start. He went out to
look at the engine but nothing seemed to work. "Boys" he said. " I
think I'll go down the road and see if the can find some help. You
stay here. I'll be back in 15 mins."
As the driver left, the boys thought help would be on its way soon.
An hour passed. No help, no driver. It was getting cold in the bus.
and the snow was going down even more. What were they to do! It was
now that Todd Hanson, a linebacker, thought he saw a light through
the trees. It was a light. The other boys saw it too. Maybe just
maybe it was a cabin or a farm were they could get warm and call for
help. Ben, always the leader, said that they should check it out. The
team piled out of the bus and headed toward the light. Many of them
fell on the underbush, but after about 20 mins. they were standing
the a clearing. Only a few yards away was a cabin. It looked so warm
and inviting.
Ben knocked on the door. "Hello, is anyone home."
An old women answer the door and invited them in.
Ben said " We were going home from a game and the bus broke down.
We're cold and hungry and wondered if we could stay here until help
comes."
"Oh of course" the women said. " be may guest you must be half
frozen. Stand near the fire and you better get out of those wet
clothes or you'll get sick. Don't be bashful, get warm. Remember,
I've seen it all, I've raised four children."
Ben and the boys step in front of the roaring fire it felt good.
"Just give me your clothes i'll dry them by the cookstove." She took
the clothes and handed each boy a towel to wrap around himself. "I
bet your boys are hungry after waited in that cold bus.I see if I can
get sometime for you." as she went off into the other room.
It seemed like only a short time, before she brought them hot soup
and sandwiches. " Now boys, eat it all up." They did. After eating,
the boys got very sleepy, ( it had been a long day ) and decided to
bed down next to the fire.
The icy cold water hit Bens 's face.
Wake up you little bitch!
He opened his eyes.
Standing before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She was dressed to leather head to foot.
I said wake up, I've waited a long time for this boy.And now your
going to get what you deserve!
She grabbed his cock and balls and pulled hard.
Remember me boy! I remember you! You and your friend raped my
daughter and now you and they will pay, pay dearly as she did.
You got her to follow you into the woods and you raped her! Just like
I got you to follow me and Now you will pay!!
Ben remembered the face, it wass Mrs Armstrong. About two years ago,
he was going out with her daughter Melinie. Melinie it was said would
let anyone do her. So Ben and the boys took her out to the woods and
fucked her. Melinie never returned to school and the Armstrong moved
away.
It was now that Ben looked around the room and saw all his teammate
strung up like prize turkeys on thanksgiving. All of them, were
naked, arms tied to the ceiling and their legs tied spread apart.
They also, had their pubes shaved bare. All the boys but him were
gagged. He looked again and saw a unusual rubberband around the top
of each boy's testicles. It reminded him of what he had seen of his
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Joss's results | Survey results - non fiction | Results of a survey carried out in February 2001. Not tabulated nor conclusions. 37 replies on the subject of castration. The survey was held to determine trends and links. | ` Survey results: Jocelyn Zavaroni.: `
Number of replies: 37 Date: 17th March 2001
Questions:
1\. Age
20 - 30 3
30 - 40 8
40 - 50 9
50 - 60 13
60+ 3
No reply 1
2 Fantasy Vs Reality
Fantasy: 27
Reality: 8
Others: Curiousity.
Already castrated.
3\. Sexual inclination
Gay 6
Heterosexual 24
Bi Sexual 6
No reply 1
4\. Marital status
Married 21
Single 10
Divorced 4
Widowed 2
5 Form of castration desired.
Testicles only: 25
Penectomy 6
Full nullification 4
Feminisation 1
5A Desired circumstance of castration:
By a female 25
As a slave 1
By a male 5
Male and female 1
A surgical requirement 2
By force 1
6 Employment area
Manual worker 1
Technician or administrator 5
Professional 17
Consultant 3
Management 6
Retired 5
7 Level of responsibility
Low 3
Medium 7
High 20
Executive 3
8 How long had interest?
Childhood (pre teens) 8
Teens 17
Since 20s/ 30s 7
Recently 6
9 Earliest recollection
Childhood (pre teens) 8
Teens 12
20/30s 3
Recent 3
10 Other facets to fantasy
Female domination 16
Sex change 1
No other facet 1
S & M 3
Others
Gambling
Lifestyle choice
Lifestyle fantasy
Fear of castration
Male
Male Dominance
Taken by street gang
11 Wife knows of interest.
Yes 10
No 11
12 Wife / partner participates
Not at all 15
Slightly 4
Actively 2
13a Residing Country
USA 24
UK 2
Europe 1
Canada 3
Ireland 2
France 1
Australia 1
Germany 1
New Zealand 1
13b Residing state/ county / region
USA
Indiana x 2
Pennsylvania,
California Arkansas
Florida, New York
NV, WA
South Carolina
Eastern Pennsylvania
Massachusetts
Georgia, Conneticut
Washington state
East coast, MN
Texas, Illinois
UK
Cambridge
West country.
Canada
British Columbia
Australia
Queensland
14 Birth nationality
USA 24
UK 4
Canadian 1
Irish 1
French 1
Australian 1
German 1
No reply 4
15 Ethnic origin
Caucasian 33
Hispanic 1
No reply 3
16 Favourite stories:
Cowboys and Indians Interview with a castratrix Dream conference Temporary
Internet Tigress, Drunk, The split Broad Island Angry wives club - From
Russell El-Hani Graduation Ceremony, Final Night series Birth control, My
Girlfriend's fantasy, birth control, My girlfriend's fantasy, obscene
proposal, Peace & Quiet
At the Ranch, Farm hand, Roman ladies Judy's Jewels 5 & 6\. Stepbrother. Handy
kitchen gadget. Milk farm. Unauthorised masturbation, Jenny becomes a woman
Judy's jewels No 1 x 6. Angry wives club series.
Last night II, Final days. Two sisters.
17 Why?
Historical themes
Based on loving relationships.
Lifestyle choice
Female control
Women enjoying cutting of balls.
Female being dominant
Relinquishing control
Being made 'safe'
No escape from castration
Female control of males
Being helpless under a woman's control.
Enjoying the thought of a wife castrating her husband.
Well written - x 3
Right. I've tried again and taken out all my formating, tables, tabs charts
etc. It now looks pretty bare but at least the results are there. And these
are pure statistics. Obviously there is a lot of interpretation to take place.
I will now be carrying this out and drawing some conclusions. I will return to
the archive with some of my observations. My apologies for those of you who I
promised to get back to and haven't, but am afraid time has not allowed this
at present. Life is rather hectic at the moment! My husband's job is in the
midst of yet another crisis and I'm busy with the end of a project!!! Isn't
that typical of life? Just when you need some space?
Some of the conclusions you can draw for yourself but as I hold the detail of
the questionnaires then I can possibly shed more light on the trends. Also, I
am aware that the results are swayed by certain factors - such as by those who
have a PC and access to the archive. This is unlikely apply to a third world
country.
It is English speaking forum. So it's not surprising that the majority of
respondents are Caucasian. But 95% ? Maybe that is significant?
I do not think the high USA response is unexpected. They are the most computer
literate and also it is an English speaking country. And the archive is an
English speaking forum based in the US.
But I will be summarising the trends and hope to get back to you soon. The
totals sometimes don't fully tally. Some respondents didn't answer certain
questions. On occasion, these I've simply not included.
Congratulations Judy's Jewels No 1. An obvious favourite.
Thank you for your patience. Watch this space…..
Joss.
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Fantasies pt. 1 | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | She wants a dickless man...will he let her? | "I'd cut if off if you'd let me," Teresa laughed.
"Really?" said Steve, "seriously?"
"Sure, if you don't mind being dickless, it's fine with me."
"Wouldn't you mind no more sex?"
"We can still have sex..." she smiled.
"True, just no more screwing or blowjobs."
"No blowjobs for you...I can still get em." Teresa was loving this
conversation.
"So if I said yes, you'd just chop off my dick and throw it away?"
"No...I wouldn't throw it away, I'd keep it for a souvenir."
"How?"
"In the freezer, I guess. Or we could find a way to preserve it."
"And you would like having a dickless boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I've always thought that would be really cool."
"Why?"
"I could totally trust you not to screw around...you'd never leave
me 'cause no other woman would want you..."
"Some women may like me guys like that..."
"Yeah, but they'd want to fix their own, not have one who had
given it to another woman."
"Maybe...but you wouldn't mind giving up fucking?"
"If it wasn't there to tempt us, we probably wouldn't miss it."
"I might miss it!"
"You'd get used to it. I bet we'd get along better, we would
be much closer. That would be a much better committment than
marriage. Let me cut it off and I'll never mention marriage again,"
Teresa promised.
"It would be the perfect birth control," Steve joked.
"That's another good reason. So you want to?"
"Let me think about it."
Steve was pretty sure he'd never say yes, but talking about getting
a penectomy with his hot girlfriend was very erotic for him. He'd
always fantasized about such things, but now his woman really wanted
to do it. Now what?
more coming. | {
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Amazon Series: Part III -- The Festival | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | None | The Festival is the most important day in Amazonia. We make offer to
Goddess to thank her for everything. We thank her for giving us the
victory over the male rebels so long ago, the victory which let us
crush them by their balls. We thank her for the great gift of the
magic cock ring, which allows us to have absolute control over male
orgasm, and allows us to enslave them forever. We thank her for
revealing to us the secret of ballfixing, so that the number of male
is limited and controlled, so that the slave feel castrated and
become much more obedient. We thank her for our beauty. We thank
her for the gift of multiple orgasm. We thank her for everything.
The first offering to Goddess is our chastity. We stop making love
for three weeks. It is hard. Except for this period, every Amazon
normally makes love for hours every day, having many orgasms. Time
passes so slowly. We look at each other’s beautiful body hungrily.
When we bath, we wish that the hands moving over our bodies are our
lover’s. Each night harder is to bear.
Chastity Weeks ends at sunset of the last day. All slaves are
securely chained to beds. Sunset marks the beginning of the
Festival. We are all tense. But we have to wait a little longer.
We are already dancing, kissing, rubbing and fondling each other.
Although males are rare, every city always sacrifice at least one.
The big cities sacrifice at least two. The first one is the
important one. He is sacrificed soon after sundown. He was chosen a
year ago. By custom, he is not allowed to come for at least one
year, preferably longer, the longer the better. He is tied down on a
comfortable bench, his legs spread widely. His cock is big and
hard. During the day, any Amazon could walk up and play with his
cock. Anyone can caress it, stroke it, tease it, even kiss it or
suck it. Many do. Fucking it is strictly forbidden. No Amazon can
fail to have an orgasm with a hotrod in her pussy. That is
forbidden. Junior priestess keep watch to make sure nobody violates
the taboo.
With sunset, the dancing, kissing, rubbing and fondling begins. Many
strip naked. The High Priestess, followed by other priestesses, came
out from the temple. She stops at the bench, facing him. Then two
priests take away her white gown, leaving her totally naked. She
says a prayer, offering him to Goddess. A priestess hands her a
golden cup of fragrant oil from the temple. She pours it over his
cock and balls. She then grab his cock with one hand, and wrap the
other hand around his cock head, giving him a last pleasure, although
not orgasm. He thrusts his cock furiously as she rubs his cock head
harder and harder. Then she releases his cock, still holding his
cock head. Another priestess hands her the sacred gold knife. She
cuts off the cock and put it on a gold tray held by a third
priestess. She then cuts off the balls and put them in the tray. We
cheer and shout. The High Priestess hands the knife to a priestess
and take the tray. She turns and walk towards the altar, all
priestesses following her. The tray is then placed on the high
table, in the place of honor, surrounded by many cocks and balls of
animals castrated in the temple earlier. The High Priestess kneel
and bow. Everyone kneels and bow. The High Priestess gets up, she
chooses a lover. That is the signal for the lovemaking to start. It
goes on for hours.
Next day starts late. Almost everyone is tired from the night
before. Before noon, however, most are up. The most important
activity is at noon. In the cities, they sacrifice another slave to
commemorate the defeat of the male rebels. Legend said that the
great general Jenny defeated the male rebel army and castrated every
one of them. She had all the cocks and balls preserved in glass jars
and brought them back to First Queen as a wedding gift. Jenny was at
the head of the victory parade, dragging the male rebel leader behind
her with a leash on his balls. The parade ended in front of the
temple, where she presented him, a hundred male prisoners, and the
glass jars to First Queen. Legend says that they got married that
afternoon, castrating the male rebel leader and the hundred prisoners
to celebrate the wedding. The glass jars are still in the Main
Temple.
Customs have changed. Now, the High Priestess of the city is the one
to receive the slave. The slave to be sacrificed is the only one.
No other slave follow him. He wears a cock ring. He is not allowed
to come at all. The parade is relaxed. Anyone can follow the
procession. It is a great honor to be the mistress who hold the ball
leash. In front of the temple, the mistress hands the leash to the
High Priestess. The slave is tied to a strong wooden frame, his cock
resting on a flat stone. The mistress takes out the sword she
carries and presents it to the High Priestess. The sword is a replica
of the one carried by Jenny on that great day long ago. The real one
still hangs in the Main Temple, an offer to Goddess from Jenny. With
one quick stoke of the sword, the cock and balls are chopped off.
After the second sacrifice, there are food, games, and love making.
One game is shooting. The targets are cocks shaped stakes. Another
game is the charge. Warriors riding galloping horses cut down wooden
stakes shaped like cocks. They are judged on speed. Every cock must
be chopped off from its stand. Otherwise, it is incomplete and the
warrior is disqualified.
The balls of many slaves are publicly fixed. We Amazons are always
excited by it. The ball sac is cut open and the balls popped out.
The balls are cut open and a part of it cut out. They are wrapped in
soluble films made of medicine and stuffed back into the ball sacs.
Painkilling medicine is strictly forbidden. The slave feel castrated
and becomes much more obedient afterwards. More slaves are fixed on
this day than any other. In villages, where there are few or no
slaves, this is usually replaced by animal castration.
The most popular games are probably the slave races. Again, that
mostly are in the big cities. We have very few males. Every slave
in the race has a leash tied to his balls. The leash is attached to
a heavy iron block. Every slave pulls the same weight. They get on
their hands and knees and race. The winner gets a precious prize.
He is tied to a wooden frame on the race track and given a hand job
by a volunteer and is allowed to come. There is never a lack of
mistress willing to give the winner a hand. The come is
spectacular. The distance of the shot is measured and recorded. In
every race, one or two slaves always pull too hard and faint.
Another popular game is weight pulling. It takes place on a high
platform. Every slave has a leash on his balls. Each slave takes his
turn dragging a heavy iron block, which must move three feet to be
counted. In the next round, the weight is increased. A slave joins
the game by walking up the platform. Any slave is allowed to pass
over any number of rounds and join a later round, when the block is
heavier. The prize is the same as the slave race, a hand job. Some
slaves are so desperate to win the orgasm that they pull their own
balls off. That always get the crowd into a frenzy.
By sunset, everyone is tired, ready for home and more leisurely
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STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | He goes to a Professional Dominant and she takes him further. | Please take my balls
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End of Days | TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | The invaders celebrate by letting their camp followers sacrifice four captives to their blood lust. | End of Days.
I was taken prisoner at the end of the invasion. Our homes, our cities, our
country lay in ruins. They took me along with several dozen other prisoners to
a camp out in the desert, away from everything. We were herded into cages,
waiting uncertainly as the sun went down.
Once it was down, a detachment of female soldiers came into the cage, heavily-
armed. The leader, a young, dark-haired woman in her early twenties, looked
each one of us up and down like she was picking out favorite specimens.
Every now and then she nodded at a one of us and her subordinates would
separate that man from the rest, like culling a calf from the herd. She came
before me, looked me up and down, reaching up to touch the gray in my hair by
the temples.
She mumbled something unintelligible to her subordinate. Two of the soldiers
took me by each arm and pushed me into line. I was one of four men chosen.
They herded us from the holding pen into a metal building. It was hot inside,
but they soon opened up sliding metal walls on either side and turned on fans.
There was at least air movement. It was obvious they were planning something
special, but none of us knew what.
At one end of the building there was a wooden platform, mounted by steps from
either end. Big, wooden X’s were built onto the back wall of the platform.
They looked just about right for stretching people out. We felt a cold shiver
entirely apart from the heat in the building.
They led us into a smaller enclosure.
“Strip,” the young commandant demanded in English.
We weren’t sure we’d heard her right.
“Did she just speak English,” one of the men asked.
“Strip,” she ordered again. There was nothing casual about it.
The guards conspicuous pulled back the hammer on their pistols. We began to
strip. I took off everything except my socks, underwear, and t-shirt.
“Those too,” the commandant said, nodding to my remaining clothes.
“But . . . but . . .” I stammered.
This can’t be serious. No way.
It was. The guards put their guns to my head. I reached down very slowly,
trying not to provoke them, and pulled off my socks. Then I slid my underwear
down my legs, feeling the air against my bare genitals.
“Ladies,” I said, “I’m going to take my shirt off. I’ll have to move my arms.
Please don’t shoot.”
“Just do it slow,” the commandant replied.
I did. I was completely naked in front of them. By this time, so were the
other three guys.
The guards tied our hands behind our backs, then put ropes around our ankles.
We could move, but not much. They kept us like this while the building filled
with the women who had apparently followed the invading army.
When the place was packed, they started to lead us out. The crowd burst into
excitement as they did so, parting before us as the commandant led us from the
back of the building toward the platform. Some of the women standing by
reached out and touched us as we were led past. Some of the touches were
rough, made by callous, work-hardened hands on sensitive body parts.
The guy in front of me was dripping with sweat and shaking with fear by this
point. When a particularly large woman reached out and grabbed him by his
balls, he wrenched himself free from her grasp and tried to make a run for it.
One of the guards had a dagger which she plunged to the hilt into his solar
plexus.
He slumped to the ground, speechless, gasping in pain. Two of the guards
pushed him completely down, one standing on his arms and the other pinning his
legs. It was clear he wasn’t going to make it. All the color had drained out
of his face.
The commandant took out a dagger from under her uniform, lifted his genitals
up from his body, and cut them off. The man in front of them, seeing this,
fainted. She stood up and tossed the first man’s genitalia into a bucket
carried by one of her assistants. They plopped inside.
The commandant kneeled down over the man who had fainted, then did the same
thing to him. He awakened with a gasp of pain, then was immobilized and
gagged. The man in front of him tried to bolt, but was cut down by two
daggers. The commandant cut away his balls and cock. Another set of genitalia
plopped in the bucket.
Her hands were bloody by this time. An aide plopped the severed members into a
bucket. I stayed as motionless as possible, the two guards beside me holding
tight to my arms.
The commandant turned toward me with a savage expression.
“Don’t even think about it,” she sneered.
She motioned the guards to lead me up to the platform, which they did. I
stepped over the fallen bodies of two of the three men getting there.
I stumbled up the platform, feeling more like it was a dream than reality.
They led me across it to the second X from the left. They could have used any
of them, since there were four. I was the only survivor.
The guards spun me around to face the crowd. They tossed the ropes holding my
arms up to two others who leaned over the top of the platform. Both threaded
them through pulleys before tossing them back to my captors.
The guards pulled on the ropes, lifting my arms high over my head until I was
barely standing on tiptoes. Then they tied my arms to the upper part of the X.
The crowd shouted fiercely when this happened.
My legs were stretched out to the lower X, to the point that the tips of my
big toes barely touched the wood of the platform. The guards quickly strapped
both legs to the X from behind, running additional ropes around my stomach and
chest and pulling all of them tight. I felt them cutting off my circulation,
burning into my flesh.
Then some of the people in the crowd began to beat drums. The rest began to
dance, slowly at first, but gradually building to a frenzy. It must have gone
on for at least half an hour.
Some of them began to dance up onto the stage and touch my body. Some ran
their hands from the tops of my arms all the way down to my feet. A few jabbed
at me with sharpened fingers nails. Some gave quick blows with clenched fists.
I thought I might lose consciousness from the pain.
Suddenly they stopped. One of the guards brought a small hydraulic machine,
topped with what looked like a dildo. They put grease on the end of the dildo
and positioned the machine so its tip jabbed into my ass. Then they turned it
on.
It penetrated and vibrated in one motion, opening me up completely as it did
so. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, almost overwhelming. I felt
myself getting hard in spite of myself.
One of the guards reached over and covered my hardening genitals with her
hand. I felt her strong hand and unconsciously pushed forward against it. She
started to caress me.
At this moment the commandant came forward, her shirt open to reveal small,
dark breasts inside a white bra. She pulled her shirt completely out of her
pants, letting the shirt dangle open.
She got to her knees in front of me and began to fondle and suck my balls. The
other woman continued to caress my cock. The machine continued to open me up
from behind.
I couldn’t hold back the explosion building inside. The women in the crowd saw
the expression on my face and began to clap expectantly as it grew more
intense. I closed my eyes for a moment, fighting back the overwhelming sense
of pleasure. I couldn’t.
The commandant, while continuing to suck my balls, reached into her belt and
drew out her dagger. Her hand joined the hand of the other woman holding my
cock. I felt the commandant slide her thumb under my balls, taking my entire
throbbing genitalia into her hand.
The come felt like it was exploding from the depths of me. The orgasm was
total. I spurted semen over the face of the commandant, over the hands of both
women.
The commandant stood suddenly, her semen-covered, fierce face inches from my
own. I felt her hand pulling my sex organ out from my body. I felt the cold
steel at the root of my balls.
December 13, 2006
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One Ball Less (personal anecdote) | I've alsways enjoyed cbt. Been doing it for many, many years. You see fellas
I/m a lot older than most of you. Perhaps I ought to know better but...
I always liked to use an elastator on my balls. One or both of them. I got
real hot as they gradually turned an ice blue color. I even allowed them to
turn cold before cutting the band that kept by manhood. Once, I had a
difficult time cutting the rubber material. I really had to dig deeply into my
sac to finally reach the elastrator. This gave me a taste for wewhat happens
after the initial 30 minutes of elastration. I got a pain in my left leg and
then one deep into my groin. It finallt felt like someone had kicked me
directly in the balls except it was deep inside me. Not really a good feeling.
I have a very big ball sac that enabled me to push them back into my ass. Once
placed there, I'd let my spincter muscles do the rest. It really gave me a
helluva jolt when I'd come with my balls stuffed inside me that way. Still
other times I'd use pins and slowly push each pin thru my nuts until it came
out the other side. I was up to four pins in each ball. There wasn't much pai!
n. In fact it was more difficult to push the pin thru the outer skin. Once you
heard it pop, the rest was easy. Sometimes when I'd withdraw the pins a clear
white fluid would shot up almost an inch. Once I tasted it. It was quite
salty.,That too gave me a terrific jolt erotically. I was into pins also on my
cock. Once a pin broke in half as I was pushing it thru my cockhead. I pulled
out the broken piece easily. It took a pair of surgical treasers and a lot of
digging before I was able to finnaly get the remaining piece. That sort of
sobered me up and fast. I always had a supply of antibiotics so I mucked thru.
Later I got involved in putting saline solution into my sac. Had all the right
equipment and this was successful a couple of times. My sac really got
distended. Seemed to hang down almost to my knees. It took about 36 hours for
the fluid to be absorbed into my syatem. After the last epidode of saline
solution experience, I noticed a lump appearing on my right testicle.!
Then it got sore as hell. Out came the antibiotics but this time it didn't
work. The ball got bigger and bigger. Perhaps three times as big ast the other
one. Finally I headed for a urologist. Told him I got hit in the nuts while
chopping wood. I don't know if he believed me or not. After going thru all the
tests, the doctor told me that the ball was beyond repair. He was afraid that
cords, some of which were completely closed, atrophied he said, might turn
into gangarene. Much like testicle torsion. How would I feel with only one
ball ? he asked. I said at my age I really don't think I'll miss it. Little
did he know that I've always had a fantasy about being castrated. He scheduled
the OR and on an out patient status he removed the useless ball. He have me a
spinal. I asked if I could watch. He didn't think it was appropriate. He did,
however, describe the procedure while doing it. I listened intently to the
whole thing. The OR people thought I was brave as hell. I just wan!
ted to experience this whole thing. After completing the procedure, he showed
me the little pinkish white ball. Wasn't to impressive but what the hell! I
was half a eunuch. He wanted to know if I wanted an artifical one to create a
balance. Or in case at the swimming pool dressing room someone might notice. I
said no. Actually I'm proud of the imbalance I've now got. Anyone can see it
if they wish. I'm happy with my situation but am glad that a surgeon removed
it because there's much to much that could go wrong. I've got a little scar
where the ball was and also a slight scar on the inside of my upper leg where
apparently he tied some of the cords off. What about the other one? As Jack
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The Slingshot | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A man finds a unique way to loose his manhood with the help of his wife and an assistant. | ` `
I didn’t want them any more and Angie (my wife) liked the idea of cutting them
off. We checked out the various options and banding seemed to be the best for
what we wanted, but the idea of having my testicles shrivel up between my legs
over a couple of weeks wasn’t really appealing, but there was always the
problem of what to do with them if we cut them, also we just felt that they
needed a good send off. After all they were quite large (a deciding factor in
having them removed since they were always in the way). We started to think of
ways to give my masculinity one last hoorah. Then it occurred to me. We set
the date and began to assemble what we needed.
Neither of us slept that night anticipating the next morning’s activities.
That morning I woke up, took a bath, and shaved then we both went naked into
the cool morning air in the back yard. We had already driven two stakes into
the ground and between them sat a long wooden bench that I lay down on. My
wife asked me one last time if I was sure and when I said yes she picked up
the elastrator. She snapped 20 rings onto my scrotum all the while massaging
my nuts. When she was done my sac looked like one of those Egyptian women’s
necks and my balls were already turning blue. Just as she was about to attach
a parachute ball stretcher around my waiting nuts, our neighbor Sarah walked
around the privacy fence.
Angie quickly answered the question on Sarah’s mind. “I’m castrating him” she
said. “Do you want to help?” Sarah composed herself and then took a couple of
steps closer never taking her eyes off my ever darkening balls. “Sure” she
said. “What do I need to do?” “Well, first you have to take your clothes off.
It’s the least we can do for him.” Angie responded. Sarah stripped as Angie
finished attaching the stretcher. Sarah and Angie could have been sisters.
They were both slim with dark hair, and there were new similarities,
especially their large tight breasts, nipples giving away the chill of the
morning. Angie had always kept her bush neatly trimmed but I now saw that
Sarah was waxed smooth. Her one pierced labia peeked out from her slit, wet
with excitement. Even being so nervous I was harder than ever before. “Oh,
that’s good” said Angie. “That way it will be out of the way. I don’t want it
getting hurt. I still want to play with it when this is all over.” She rubbed
my dick with one hand while running her own hand over her crotch. “Sarah,
could you make sure that his dick stays out of the way? You can do it any way
you want.” “Sure” said Sarah and she began to stroke me gently.
Angie slipped a large bungee cord over each of the posts and stretched the
bands toward my awaiting equipment. Straining her tight body against the bands
she barely managed to clip them onto the chains of the parachute restraint. As
she slowly released her grip on the bands my sac was stretched to its limit.
Despite the fact that my balls were no longer getting any blood they began to
ache terribly. Angie went to the garage to get the gardening loppers to
finalize my neutering. Sarah, sensing my pain, knelt down next to me and began
kissing my stomach and slowly proceeded to my desperately waiting dick. I
slowly slid my hand into her now soaking groin. Angie returned and stood
straddling me, giving me a perfect view of her tight butt and glistening
crotch. As my other hand slid into her soft folds she positioned the loppers
in the middle of the stack of rings. I felt the cold blade on my scrotum and
within seconds I came. Suddenly, Angie slammed the handles together and
“lopped” off my balls. I opened my eyes just in time to see my manhood crest
the tree line.
Within a couple of weeks I was all healed up and we had found a source for
testosterone. My wife felt that since Sarah was in on my cutting that I was
her eunuch too and that entitled her to some use of my “fixed” equipment.
Since she had a fear of pregnancy, and since I was no longer swinging a pair,
I was soon the only one satisfying her needs. Between her and my wife, my sex
life was better than any of my teenage fantasies.
Twenty days after, we were all sitting around when a news report came on the
TV. A hiker had come across a shocking discovery, while out in the woods he
had found a pair of testicles held in their sac by several rubber bands. We
all had a good laugh.
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A TRIP TO THE BARBER SHOP WITH AN UNUSUAL SHAVE AND "CUT"
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I WENT TO MY BARBER SHOP FOR A 4 WEEK TRIM. MY
STYLIST,LESLIE,ALWAYS HELD HER SHOP OPEN FOR ME...I LIKED TO BE
ALONE WITH HER. UP TO THIS MOMENT,I DIDN'T REALIZE SHE KNEW OF MY
FEELINGS ABOUT HER AND THE SHOP SHE OWNED. I SETTLED INTO HER
CHAIR AND FELT DISTANT STIRRINGS....AHHHH AS MY PENIS BEGAN FILLING
WITH BLOOD. LESLIE TURNED THE CHAIR AWAY FROM THE MIRROR AND WAS
BEHIND ME...I DIDN'T SEE THE STRAPS UNTIL SHE HAD MY CHEST STRAPPED
TO THE CHAIR AND THEN DUCT TAPE AROUND BOTH WRISTS...I TARTED TO
PROTET BUT SHE STUFFED A WASH CLOTH INTO MY OPEN PROTETING MOUTH
AND THEN TAPED IT IN. "WELL...WELL..WELL...WHAT DO WE HAVE
HERE??" I WAS STRUGGLING TO GET AWAY, BUT THE BONDS WERE TOOOO
TIGHT. "YOU DON'T THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE YOUR SILLY ATTEMPTS AT
HIDING YOUR HARD ON FROM ME???? SILLY BOY...." SHE QUICKLY STRIPPED
MY PANTS OFF AND TIED MY ANKLES BACK LEAVING MY LOWER AREA WIDE
OPEN. "FIRST A SHAVE...AND THEN A SPECIAL CUT...MY FRIEND". I WAS
SCARED AS SHE TIPPED THE CHAIR BACK AND PUT WARM TOWELS OVER MY
FACE. I STARTED TO RELAX...UNTIL THE SOUND OF FAR AWAY CLIPPERS
BROKE MY DREAMING. SHE ROUGHLY GRABBED MY PENIS AND THE COLD
CLIPPERS WERE RUN THROUGH MY PUBIC HAIR. IN VERY SHORT ORDER, MY
HAIR WAS REDUCED TO STUBBLE. SHE PULLED THE TOWEL AWAY AFTER
LATHERING UP MY SOON TO BE DENUDED PUBIC. " OHHHH SORRY...SHE
GIGGLED"..AS A STRAIGHT RAZOR WAS RUN OVER ME...THE HAIR BEING
REMOVED SWIFTLY AND EXPERTLY..."DON'T MOVE LUV... "SHE PURRED. THE
DOOR OPENED AND I FELT ANOTHER PRESENCE IN THE ROOM. "MEET MY
LOVER..DEBBIE" I STRUGGLED TO GET A LOOK AT HER AND SAW SHE WAS
DRESSED IN A NURSES UNIFORM. "SHE WORKS IN A DOCTORS OFFICE..A
UROLOGIST" THE LOOK IN MY EYES ONLY MADE HER LAUGH. "WE WERE GOING
TO DO A VASECTOMY ON YOU....BUT DECIDED TO GO ALL THE WAY" THE
LOOK OF BEWILDERMENT ONLY MADE THEM LAUGH
TOGETHER. "CASTRATION...."THEY SAID TOGETHER. I STRUGGLED HARDER
AS THEY KISSED. LESLIE SET THE CHAIR UP WHILE DEBIE DISAPPEARED IN
THE BACK. THE CAPE WAS PUT AROUND MY NECK. THE CLIPPERS CAME TO
LIFE AND LESLIE'S STRONG HAND PUSHED MY HEAD DOWN. THE FEEL OF THE
COLD BLADES MADE ME SHUDDER. LESLIE PURRED IN MY EAR "SOON...YOU
WILL NOT BE A MAN..." SHE FINISHED MY BALDING JUST AS DEBBIE CAME
OUT OF THE BACK ROOM WITH A TRAY COVERED BY A WHITE TOWEL. THE
CHAIR WAS LOWERED AGAIN STRETCHING ME OUT AGAIN. DEBBIE UNCOVERED
THE TRAY...A SCALPEL...NEEDLES...SYRINGE...TOWELS. SHE COVERED ME
UP AND PUT BETADINE OVER THE FRESHLY RAZORED PUBIC. I SHUDDERED AT
THE COLDNESS OF IT. SHE GRABBED THE SYRINGE AND CAREFULLY INJECTED
ANESTHESIA IN 4-5 DIFFERENT ARE. AT FIRST IT STUNG AND THEN WENT
NUMB. WITH A LAUGH SHE GRABBED MY TESTICLES AND WITH A TWIST TIED
THEM OFF AND THEN RAISED THE SCAPEL. I FELT A DULL TUG AND
THEN.... NOTHING
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Sister act | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | My sisters devoured my cock | When I was very little, my older sisters would force me to be the slave in
their games. They would strip me naked and tie me to the bedpost, then they
would strip and show me their little pussies. Then they would yank on my hard
little weiner and make jokes about eating it. One time they even got a hot dog
bun, wrapped it around my cock, and then squited ketchup and mustard on it.
Then they took turns putting it in their mouths and sucking the ketchup off.
Years later, when I was just beginning puberty, I would sneak down to our
basement when they were showering down there. The shower was simply a shower
head connected to a water pipe, no curtain, so I would peak at them naked as
they showered, oftentimes together. I was fascinated by their now ample
breasts and wispy pubic hair.
One time I even saw them fondling each other. Of course I started jacking off,
and as they soaped each others asses, I shot my first load of cum clear out of
my hiding place and it landed on my oldest sisters breast.
They shrieked with rage and dragged me from my hiding place. They tied me to a
pillar and screamed at me for spying on them. My sister made me eat my cum
from her nipple, and I could tell it was turning her on. And she could tell it
was turning me on, starting at my cock, erect once again.
Then she whispered something to my other sister, and they laughed. My older
sister went upstairs, (my parents weren't home), and while she was gone, my
other sister made me turn around so she could whip my ass with a length of
hose.
Then my older sister returned with a frying pan and a butcher knife. Then they
started sucking on my cock and wrapping their tits around it, and rubbing
their asses against it. Then my older sister said "Watch this", and stroked my
cock with one hand and spread her pussy with the other, as my other sister got
down on her knees and licked her cunt.
This was too much for me, and as I shot another load, my older sister held the
frying pan under my cock and collected the cum. Then she lifted my cock with
one hand, and held the knife to my balls. While my other sister pinched my
scrotum and stretched it out, my older sister sliced off my balls and let the
drop into the pan. She let some blood run into the pan as well.
They squeezed my balls out of the scrotum, then announced that they simple
weren't big enough to make a decent snack. Then my older sister held the
engorged head of my hard cock while the other one slowly sliced it off.
Then they giggled and ran upstairs while I remained tied to the pillar, nearly
passing out from the blood loss.
They returned a few minutes later and told me that, because they were good
sisters, they would share with their little brother. They held out the pan to
show me their gourmet creation - sliced cock and balls in cum souce. There
were my cock and balls, all sliced up and browned in a salty glaze. They took
turns eating the pieces and feeding some to me, which I had to admit, were
quite delicious. My oldest sister, of course saved the head for herself, and
ate it with great relish.
Of course with no cock and balls, I haven't been able to have sex ever since.
But I am still their slave. We still get together and they take turns fucking
my ass while I eat the other's pussy. And reminisce about how tasty my cock
and balls were.
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alley hunter part 1 | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, snuff | The boys always played in the alley next to there house, but the new neighbor was up to no good, and he was planning to make those boys wish they never been born. | ` The new neighbor was quiet, and very much a loner. Noone came in, or out of
his apartment. He set for hours watching the young teen boys flirting with the
girls, and playing stick ball in the alley. He was like a hunter watching
there every move trying to plan out his attack. One day he saw Josh. Josh was
a tall thin boy with black hair a brown eyes. He was very shy around the
girls, and would many times try to avoid them. The hunter watched him each
day, and noticed he was a loner. `
The hunter tried to come up with a way to get him alone, so he went down to
the alley with his trash. He saw Josh alone, and reading a book. The hunter
approached him with a smile. I see you like to read to. Josh smiled, and
nodded his head. My name is Ben whats yours? Josh he said smiling now. Well if
you ever want to read some old classic books I have a nice collection. Wow
that would be great said Josh. Ben said why don't you come up, and look at
them. Josh said thank you, but I better go home. Hey Josh It will only take a
minute, and then you can go. Josh thought about it, and said sure. What grade
are you in Josh? 10th sir. Sir call me Ben we are friends now, and you dont
have to be formal.
When they got inside Ben handed Josh a few volumes of old leather bound books,
and said take these, and read them. Josh said I can't take these they are real
old, and probably valuable. I trust you Josh we are friends right. Josh
smiled, and said sure. For serveral months Josh would visit. Then the break
Ben had wanted came. Josh came over upset. Mom and Dad have got to go away to
visit my grandma. I have to go with them, but I want to stay here, and read
some more old books. Well asked your Mom if you can stay at a friends house.
So Josh thought about it, and said well it won't be a lie, we are friends.
That night Josh told Mom he had a friend, and wanted to stay with him. Mom
said what is his name. Ben Mom. Mom said well its good you have a friend. I
guess it will be okay. Let my write a note to Bens Mom asking her if she
cares. She gave Josh the note, and said go and asked her if its okay, and let
me know. Josh went to Ben, and said Mom gave me this note. I am supposed to
get your Mom to sign it. Ben said I'll sign it. He scribbled a short note, and
handed it back to Josh. Now just hand this to her, and we will have a weekend
of reading, and maybe some fun to.
Ben planned everything he was going to do to this poor teen boy. Josh had no
idea what was going to happen to him. He was just happy to be able to do what
he wanted. Friday night came quickly, and Josh appeared on Bens door step
right at 7pm. Hey Josh punctual has usual. Come in and relax. Josh said my
parents just left for the airport, and I came right over. Ben had a Playboy
magazine laying on the coffee table, and it caught Josh's eye. I am sorry Josh
I forgot I had that there. Josh smiled, and looked at it. Hey Josh you got a
girl yet. Josh blushed, and said stammered no not yet. Your kidding me. A nice
young man like yourself should have girls around him all the time. Josh
smiled, but didn't say anything. A few minutes passed, and Josh said can I
tell you something. Ben said sure what. Josh said you will hate me, but I have
to tell someone. Ben said hate you never. I am gay. It got quiet for a few
minutes. Josh got up to head for the door. Ben said were are you going. You
don't want me here. I will be alright at home till my parents get back. Ben
said you can stay. I am gay to, and I have noone to talk with.
Josh said really. Ben said yes. I saw you, and I thought you were cute, but
was affraid to tell you. I am 55, and your 16, and I didn't know how to tell
you. Josh said what is it like to be with a man. Ben said I can show you if
you want. Josh said I am affraid, but I want to know. Josh, Ben said I will
show you things you never imagined. Drink up your soda, and we will relax, and
see what happens.
END OF PART 1.
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Test, The - Part 2 | STRAIGHT | In a post-apocalyptic future, only the fittest males are selected to breed. At age 18, there is a test to determine whether a male will be an alpha or a slave. | ` The following is fiction; the actions and personalities contained herein are
the sole creation of the author’s mind. Any semblance to real personages or
events is entirely coincidental. Furthermore, the contents contain scenes of
sexual situations between adults and memories of their childhoods. Finally,
some of the scenes are somewhat violent in nature and may include castration.
If any of the above scenarios disturb you or do not interest you, do not read
further. This work is designed for the sole use of adults who enjoy this type
of story. `
This is the second story in a short series; readers are advised to start with
“The Test, 1” before beginning this chapter.
Amanda slipped the yellow robe over head. She was placing her blonde hair in a
tie as she opened the door and ran to the assembly room of the temple. Running
in, she found a seat at the nearest table and bowed her head over the empty
bowl.
“Is there a reason you are late, Amanda?” the High Priestess demanded from the
front of the room.
“No, your Highness. I just woke up late,” she said with her head bowed.
“I trust you will be more punctual in the future.” Amanda nodded, still
staring at her empty bowl. The High Priestess then nodded and slaves spooned
breakfast into the priestesses bowls.
With a sigh of relief, Amanda picked up her spoon and started on her oatmeal.
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The Rector looked at the final grades again. Gray hair ringed the large bald
spot in the center of his skull. He stroked his neatly trimmed gray goatee and
adjusted the glasses on his thin nose. He was sure he had done the
calculations right, but he triple checked the numbers. “Yes, that is right,”
he thought to himself. With a large red pen, he made a dark line separating
the top 10 percent from the rest. Then he thought about it again, and checked
the numbers one last time. “What if I made a mistake?” he thought, “it could
change the testing process.”
* * *
Justin and John along with all the other seniors stood at the barred doors to
the main hall.
“What is taking so long?” one of the boys asked impatiently.
“Not like you are going to place out of the test, Mark, anyway,” another boy
called out. A few boys chuckled.
“The Rector! The Rector! He is posting it!”
The doors swung open. The boys mobbed through the double doors, mumbling,
“good morning, Rector,” as they passed the old man. The boys pushed to see the
results. John saw he failed to make the top 10 percent by just 4 places.
* * *
“Looks like we have to compete,” John remarked as he lay on his bed.
“At least you were close. I was almost the bottom of the class!” Justin said
lying on his bunk.
“Close doesn’t count in the placements,” John responded. Adding mentally, “and
you are the jock here.”
The boys lay silently contemplating their futures.
* * *
Amanda was the last in line to file out of the temple onto the lawn. The 100
priestesses clothed in their long yellow robes stood behind the podium. Behind
them, the banners of the royal and the noble families fluttered in the summer
breeze.
The Emperor slowly marched to the podium with two breeders clothed in their
short green robes holding the Emperor’s long red and gold robes. Amanda looked
at the decidedly plain breeders with pity; as a priestess she was surrounded
by the most beautiful young females in the Empire. The Emperor reached the
podium and leaned against it for support. He was one of the oldest living
alphas in the Empire.
“Boys, you are here today for the greatest test in the Empire. You must prove
yourselves worthy to carry on the traditions of our Empire and of our culture.
The best of you will be our future; the rest will serve us. May the gods grant
us the wisdom to select the best.”
“Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor!” erupted from the lawn. John did
not realize he had cheered until he noticed his raw throat.
John watched as the Emperor stiffly walked to his padded throne to the right
of the podium. A woman in her late 20s wearing a yellow robe and ornate gold
pauldrons and a gold helmet with a yellow plume cascading down the sides
stepped to the podium.
“I am the High Priestess. By his Majesty’s request, the priestesses will
oversee your testing. For those of you who succeeded in academics, we will
test you now. For the others, you will be tested for military service. General
White will oversee your testing. Guards, please escort all of the boys except
those in the first 3 rows to the military training facility.”
John watched as boys were grabbed from their seats and pushed to the side. A
line formed of boys being herded away from the temple, up the hill to the
military headquarters. Then a guard grabbed his arm and pulled him to his
feet.
“Get going,” the burly guard mumbled.
John took one step slowly toward the line. The guard swung his rifle, hitting
him in the small of the back with the rifle butt. John was sure he was
shot—the pain radiated from the small of his back, shooting up to his arms and
down his legs. He felt his body twisting and his back arching backward. He
stumbled, but stayed on his feet.
“Move!” the guard yelled.
John stumbled in the direction of the other boys.
“You OK?” Justin asked when he reached his wounded friend.
“I think so.”
The boys walked in silence up the hill.
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Satan's Feast | GAY | A cross country adventure leads to deliverence of a soul to Satan and the flesh to his disciples. | Joel was 35 living in Manhattan and thoroghly bored with his
brokerage job. He amassed a good bit of wealth and decided to
become adventurous by thumbing rides from New York to California.
This was some time for him to smell the roses and taste the
outdoors as well as meet people from the heart of the country in
his travels. He set out in mid July when you could fry eggs on the
sidewalks of Manhattan in a pair of cutoff dungarees, tee shirt and
he carried a backpack with what he considered essential stuff for
the adventure. Joel was a rather handsome man, carrying himself at
six foot one inch, having a muscular body with a good bit of hair
accross his well defined chest. Of course there was the stripe of
dark black hair running down over the naval to his pubic area. Joel
spent some time working out at the local gym, but he was not a nut
job about exercise. In short, he looked good. For this reason, it
was not too long before a semi rig stopped on Rt.80 and picked Joel
up for a first real leg to the west coast. They drove and talked
about various subjects including Joel's adventure. Soon Joel
noticed that Sam, the driver, began sporting a rather large bulge
in his levis. Joel responded by slowly spreading his legs and
signaling Sam that he was interested with a lump of his own. They
continued to chat and Sam suggested perhaps a rest for the night.
Joel smiled as he knew this could be hot. Sam pulled his rig into a
truckers motel out in western Pa., bought a pair of six packs and
they both entered the room. It was hot alright thought Joel as he
knelt before Sam and took his huge cock deep in his throat. Sam
went nuts with the scene and soon they were into every possible
position two men could conceive. Finally, Sam sent his seed spewing
down Joel's gut and Joel just lapped it up tasting the sweet cum
being fed to him. Joel had his rocks off deep in Sam's anal canal
which felt to Sam like Joel sent a gallon to his chute.
The next day Sam and Joel parted in a small burg in Indiana, since
their paths were now to part. The hugged and both appreciated the
evening spent enjoying each others bodies as only two males can in
such a short moment of time.
Now it was time to find the next leg of the journey. Joel found
himself in a crossroads town at the local gas station. Phil was
pumping gas and caught Joel's attention immediately. Phil was about
5' 10" well muscled with blond hair tied in a ponytail. He had some
strange looking tatoos on his arms, but all in all a real stud
looking guy. Joel asked whether any westbound traffic was due
through the town, to which Phil replied, "ya neva know". Just then
a pickup pulled in for gas and out stepped Gary, a tall ebony black
haired dude with a sort of afro hairstyle. Gary was lanky but about
6' 4" and really sexy looking. Joel struck up a conversation with
Gary and soon Joel jumped into Gary's truck and they were off to
Gary's place for the evening. As conversation went Gary asked Joel
what his most far out fantasy was. Joel thought for a moment and
said, "Not to turn you off, but I have always wondered what a
Satanic sexual ritual would be like with a coven of dudes having no
inhabitions. Gary laughed out loud and looked at Joel with a stare
and said, "You may get your wish" This is rural country and you
may be suprised at what you find. After further talk, Gary
suggested a meeting with the town Reverend. The drove to the church
where Gary introduced Joel to Jim. Jim was a white haired classical
churchman, with a stoic expression on his face. After some talk,
the Reverend asked Joel if he would like to experience a Satanic
Ritual first hand. Joel responed with a major hardon in his shorts,
but in the affirmative. The next day Joel entered the church with
Gary and was led down a corridor to steps leading to the basement.
The church was quiet and soon Jim appeared in his robes to admit
Gary and Joel to the special chapel in the basement of the church.
Jim explained to Joel that he must be properly prepared for the
service and bade Gary to make the preparations. Gary brought Joel
to a small side chamber where he explained the necessity of shaving
all hair and ridding the body of soil. Thus Joel submitted himself
to the removal of all body hair and a complete enema.
The service was about to begin and unbeknownst to Joel, this would
be his last time with mortals. Joel was led into the main chamber
with an altar table in the center. Candles were flickering all
about and Joel was bade to lay upon the alter for initiation. Music
softly played and Jim and Gary intoned a chant to Satan. Suddenly,
two other bodies appeared. Phil slowly walked in arm in arm with
Jonathan, who was the Reverend's son at his initiation. Joel was
already strapped to the altar when the others appeared. There was a
sudden fear upon Joel's face that this was not an ordinary service.
And it was not! The sexual acts began as Gary threw off his robe
as well as the others. Each man was hard as steel and their penises
spoke for themselves as Joel knew he was in trouble. Jim began to
intone a prayer to Satan and Jonathan lowered his head to Joel's
now expanding cock, for even though Joel was frightened, his man
juices were flowing. Joel began to shift right to left, his ass
rising and lowering as Jonathan sucked upon his penis. Joel's blood
was pumping and his heart was palpitating with fear and extosy. As
Joel's final moment arrived he thrust his hips up to Jonathan and
began to spurt cum into Jonathan's mouth. Jonathan savored the
nectar while Gary slid his well honed fillet knife under Joel's
balls. A flick of the wrist. Joel let out an earth shattering
scream as his balls and cock separated from his body. There was
actually a popping sound because of the blood pressure of his steel
hard cock. The red juice squirted from Joel and began to just pump
out of the three inch hole created in his body. Jonathan quickly
began to devour the genitals of Joel while he could see and
understand the ceremony. Joel watched and moaned as he saw his
balls sucked one by one into Jonathans mouth. Each ball in whole
then crushed by the molars and chewed to extinction and swallowed.
Joel's cock, which was more than adequate, of about 7" and thick
and veiny was now being sucked into Jonathan's mouth, base first.
Joel watched as his manhood was being ground to bits and Jonathan
closed his eyes in delight as his stomach inhaled the sweet taste
of manhood. The disciples chanted prayers to Satan as Joel's
journey came to a close. Joel would become a feast of flesh in the
coven service that evening. As the life blood slowly left Joel, he
lost feeling in his legs and arms. Phil and Gary were performing
every kind of hostile action to Joel's body as Joel was losing
senses. Joel screamed occasionally only to be hushed by Jim.
Finally, Joel looked into Gary's eyes as Gary was plunging his cock
into Joel's open wound and said goodby. Gary just said "die, boy".
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Stumped Part 2 | GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, BODY MODS | Tom\'s story continues | ` Reynolds watched as the guards transferred Tom to the gurney. The trip to
the basement only took five minutes but the for Tom it would a one way trip, a
trip to a new existence. `
The lift descended to the basement.
Tom was wheeled to a room where there were other similar examples of Reynold's
work, all oblivious to their true situation.
Tom was still in a cloud of drugs and hypnosis. He felt remarkably calm. The
kind doctor had freed him of his useless legs and arms and would also remove
his useless testicles if he asked and he would ask …
Reynolds smiled at the sight of his work. The government paid well for his
research and he much to do.
He turned and saw Turner standing behind him. "Your early." Reynolds said
looking at the immaculate soldier.
"Traffic was light. How is our new patient?"
"He is settling well. He is quite convinced I have done him a favour removing
his arms and legs and will be asking me to remove his genitals soon." Reynolds
said proudly.
"Will he be available for testing soon?" Turner asked.
"Yes. He should be excellent for you purposes." Reynolds said coldly.
"In fact once we have gelded him he will be ready. Your drugs should be most
effective, and with his arms and legs removed he will pose no danger unlike
the others. And when you are finished he can be harvested. He has excellent
organs"
Tom lay on his bed. The kind doctor would help him. His testicles were a
burden and ugly. He would be so much happier when they were gone!
"Doctor…" Tom mouthed quietly
Reynolds turned to look at his "patient" and smiled.
Tom sat, propped up in his bed. His arms and legs gone, a tube ran from his
groin.
He smiled. The kind doctor had removed his testicles and trimmed back his ugly
penis. It now was only a stump an inch long. He felt so much happier.
The kind nurses came and went feeding him and giving him pills to take.
He was just so happy.
Turner looked at his new acquisition. Tom had been handsome but the need for
this research was paramount. Turner was working for the good of the nation and
sacrifices had to be made!
He took a large syringe and injected the substance into Tom's arm stump.
Tom blinked and felt a strange tremor go through his body.
He felt so awake, so alert. He wanted to leap off the bed …he couldn't …what
had they done….he wanted to kill!!
He tried to scream but could not. Only a growl came out of his mouth.
"Two weeks on the drugs and he is almost ready." Turner said as he addressed
the group of military figures.
"The hair growth is excellent. The new teeth development is better than with
the previous drug combination.
The amputations have made the control of the specimen much easier. Especially
as this version of the drugs does not erase the memory of the specimen. He is
aware of the changes. The collar and chain are essential for the your safety.
Do not approach the specimen.
Tom roared. His body, now covered in hair, new teeth, almost fang like filled
his mouth, and his eyes saw sharper and further, and his ears heard more and
louder.
But, he knew that he had been altered and he could do nothing about it but he
was angry. He would kill the man named Turner if only he could get loose!
To be continued…
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Out of his Turf | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | Henry should never have have entered the turf of the Hispanic Hidalgos for ANY reason, even for Maria. | All persons, places, and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance
to actual persons, living or dead, places, or events is purely coincidental.
Author's note: In passages of Spanish-accented English, I have used "kh" for a
gutteral "h" sound similar to the "ch" in German and used by English-speaking
Hispanic persons for "h" which is silent in Spanish.
Henry was very uneasy as he got off the train at the "El" station and walked
hesitantly down the stairs to street level. He didn't belong here and he knew
it. This was Hispanic Hidalgos' turf and as a Ghetto Master, he was very
unwelcome. Though, of course, he wasn't wearing Ghetto Masters' colors, still,
he felt out of place.
For one thing, his color was all wrong. The Hispanics here were white, though
some showed a perpetual tan. Henry's complexion was an odd yellowish brown,
bespeaking his mixed ancestry: African, Native American, and Japanese. He was
sure that he looked as out of place as he felt.
But, hormones will drive a man to do many unwise things and Henry had hot nuts
for a girl named Maria. They had met at a party at a Youth Center which most
gangs regarded as neutral territory. Gang colors were strictly forbidden and
members who attended events at the centre were assumed to be incognito. The
haughty Hispanic Hidalgos claimed that they never attended events at the Youth
Center. Actually, they had at least one spy at every event.
Henry's peculiar coloration, which turned off even some of his fellow Ghetto
Masters, attracted Maria Ramirez who called it "exotic". Henry suspected that
she might also have been impressed by the exceptional bulk of his package, the
heritage of the black and Native American men on his mother's side of the
family. His Japanese father was puny down there.
To say that Henry was smitten with Maria would be a collossal understatement.
While dancing with her he had gotten a very conspicuous boner which attracted
some amused and some hostile looks from the other males at the dance, and
embarrassed him. He usually had better control than that.
Maria gave him her address, which Henry immediately recognised as being in the
Hispanic Hidalgos' turf. If he hadn't been so hot for her, that would have
scared him off, and it should have. The Ramirez family had no 'phone and
Henry's handwriting was hopelessly illegible. The only way he could get in
touch with her was to go there.
Though he had lived in this neighborhood as a very small boy, Henry no longer
remembered it clearly and was having difficulty in finding the address which
Maria had given him. It seemed to him that he could feel the hostility around
him as a palpable thing which impeded his movements. He felt as if he were
wading through molasses. He stopped often, trying to read the faded peeling
street signs or to recognise long-forgotten landmarks.
Then, that which he had feared most came upon him. As if out of nowhere, two
tall black-clad figures appeared, one at each side of him. They wore long
black cloaks and wide-brimmed black hats. Their faces were pale with harsh
angular features and thin black moustaches above thin austere lips. LOS
HIDALGOS HISPANICOS !
Each held a long dagger, one in his right and the other in his left hand, the
points not quite touching his rib cage. The one on his right spoke. "Khwat are
jou doeeng khere ?" Henry stammered "Ah, ah, ah got lost. Ah got off at the
wrong stop." The Hidalgo on his left asked "Do jou expect us to believe that ?
Jou are five miles from Ghetto Masters' torf. "
Oh God, they'd recognised him, but how ? He wasn't wearing colors, Had they
seen him before ? "Unless jou wan' jour body to be foun' khere in the street,
jou weel come weeth us." The dagger points now pricked his sides lightly to
emphasize his helplessness. Literally quaking in his boots, Henry complied.
They marched him to the door of a building with a sign reading "El Círcolo
Hispanico". On the door there was a sign in English reading "Private Club -
Members Only". One of the men knocked on the door in a complex pattern which
Henry didn't recognise as Morse Code for CH: _._. .... .A panel in the door
opened and the man on Henry's right said "Arriba Espańa" . This was an
alternate password used when non-members were present.
The door opened into a very ordinary-looking taproom across which Henry was
hustled to a staircase at the back which led down into the cellar. They
crossed the cellar and turned left to a door in the cellar wall which opened
into a tunnel. After a couple of right-angle turns, the tunnel led through
another door into another cellar, a the far end of which was yet another door
opening into another tunnel.
This tunnel ended at a massive oak door studded with large,black, wrought-iron
nails. This door opened in response to another Morse Code knock, this time SP
for "Sangre Puro", the motto of the Hispanic Hidalgos. Through it Henry was
hustled into 16th Century Spain. This room was lighted by pillar candles on
wrought-iron candle stands. The men wore black tights, black velvet doublets,
and swords. When his captors removed their cloaks and hats, they proved to be
dressed in the same fashion. They were handed swords in scabbards which they
buckled onto their belts.
Although Henry knew a little Spanish, he couldn't make out anything that was
being said. No one was allowed to join the Hispanic Hidalgos until he had
mastered pure Castellano. No English or gutter Spanish was permitted to be
spoken here. The members all addressed each other as "Don". Henry's captors
were addressed as "Don Juan" and "Don Diego". All of the men wore the same
haughty look of arrogant superiority.
All of them were either immigrants or the sons of immigrants from Puerto Rico
and Mexico and therefore could surely not be the hidalgo grandees which they
claimed to be, but they acted the part superbly . They retained both their
fathers'and mothers' surnames. Don Diego was known in the organization as Don
Diego Vasquez y Menendez. Of course, he pronounced the names with the
Castillian lisp as "Vasqueth y Menendeth"
Sangre Puro (pure blood) was not merely a motto but an obsession with them.
The Hispanic Hidalgos guarded their womenfolk carefully and refused to allow
their sisters or daughters to mingle their pure blood line with that of men of
inferior lineage. "Mongrels" who became too familiar with Hispanic Hidalgo
women suddenly found themselves incapable of passing on their impure blood to
future generations. Henry knew nothing of this and his ignorance had placed
him in a perilous situation.
In addition to being white supremacist and male supremacist, though, the
Hispanic Hidalgos were absolutely intolerant of drugs and prostitution. Drug
pushers, drug dealers, and pimps were unwelcome on the streets of the
Hidalgos' turf, and, if one appeared there, he was never seen or heard from
again.
Despite their fondness for daggers and swords, the Hispanic Hidalgos did not
disdain the use, at need, of modern firearms. After a few attempted drive-by
shootings were thwarted by automatic rifle fire, the word got around to cool
it and keep out of their turf. The Hidalgos were a power to be reckoned with
and not an altogether bad one.
This was not an opinion shared by the Ghetto Masters and especially not by
Henry Nakamura in his present awkward situation. Don Juan and Don Diego
brought him to a man whom they treated with great respect, Don Fernando
Velasquez y Torremolino del Castello Moro, their leader .
Don Diego, who had been present as a spy at the Youth Center dance had
recognised Henry as a Ghetto Master and explained to Don Fernando how they had
found him wandering about evidently looking for something. Don Fernando told
them to bring Henry to the interrogation chamber, a euphemism for a
reproduction of a medićval torture chamber.
There, Henry was fettered to a wall with antiquated but very serviceable iron
gyves. Don Fernando prided himself on speaking as excellent English as he did
Castillian. He now questioned Henry in far better English than Henry spoke, he
being more at home in Ebonic.
"What are you, a Ghetto Master, doing here in Hispanic Hidalgos' territory ?",
he asked quietly. "Ah got off at da wrong stop." replied Henry. Don Fernando
slapped him across the face with the back of his hand. "Five miles from your
own turf ? Surely you can do better than that !", snarled Don Fernando. Henry
whimpered. "It's all a mistake.", he sobbed. "That, I can believe", said Don
Fernando. "It is the worst mistake you have ever made.
It is most unlikely that you were sent here as a spy. You are far too inept
and cowardly to be of any real use as a spy. So, why ARE you here ?" Henry was
silent. Don Fernando reached down, seized Henry's package and squeezed.
"Speak....before you need to scream. WHY ARE YOU HERE ? " Henry screamed first
and then spoke. "A gal, ah was tryin' to find a gal."
"Her Name ?" asked Don Fernando, releasing his grip on Henry's balls. "Maria,
Maria Ramirez. Ah'm in love with her." Don Fernando slapped Henry across the
face
again. "You Dare ! Maria Ramirez y Torres de Hermosillo is one of OUR women, a
white woman de sangre puro, of pure blood, and YOU dare to lust after HER, you
MONGREL ! Look at you. You're not a pure-blooded anything. Black, Asian, and
God knows what else. You are a MUTT! NEVER will she be defiled with the seed
of a thing like you !"
Don Fernando ordered Don Diego to take down Henry's pants and bring him un Em
Ochenta. The orders were given in Castillian and Henry had to wait to see what
they meant. As soon as he saw the object in Don Diego's hand, Henry knew that
Em Ochenta means M-80. Oh God, what was he going to do with that ?
In a moment, Henry's pants were down around his ankles. He was wearing tight
white briefs which showed off his impressive genital endowment to best
advantage.
At the moment, this was definitely not to Henry's advantage. Further
instructions in Castillian followed and Don Diego carefully tucked the M-80
inside the pouch of Henry's tighty whiteys, so that it nestled directly under
and between his testicles with just the fuse protruding through the fly.
"This pyrotechnic device will assure that you never pollute the pure blood of
any Hispanic Hidalgo woman with your mongrel seed." explained Don Fernando. "
I must now take my leave of you for a moment. I don't want my clothing soiled
with the wreckage of your sex organs. "
Don Fernando took a small taper from Don Diego who left the room. He lighted
it from one of the post candles which illuminated the torture chamber and
after using it to light the fuse, took a hasty exit from the room. He had
barely enough time to close the door before the explosion, which was followed
by a terrible scream. Even the thick walls and door of the torture chamber
were inadequate to muffle the sounds.
When Don Fernando opened the door of the room, Henry was still screaming and
sobbing . His briefs had been blown to shreds, His shirt, belly, thighs, and
even the opposite wall of the room were spattered with the shattered remains
of his once impressive genitals. A useless stump, perhaps 1/3 the original
length of his penis dangled over the gory mess between his thighs.
Rather unnecessarily, Don Fernando commented, "Now, you no longer need to find
Maria. You will never need her or any other woman as long as you live."
Tersely, Don Fernando gave orders to take Henry down off the wall, re-clothe
him and bring him to the Emergency Room of a nearby hospital, leave him on the
curb and leave as quickly as possible .
Henry, having sunk into a coma from shock, knew none of this. He awoke in the
hospital to discover that he had retained only a 3" stump of his penis. Gangs
do not involve the police in their affairs. Henry told the police that he
remembered nothing about what had happened to him. He was not sure that he
dared tell the truth about it to the Ghetto Masters either, however.
They might not approve of his falling in love with a Hispanic Hidalgo girl and
invading their turf to find her. It might be better if he just left the whole
matter a mystery by claiming amnesia, which, he had heard is not uncommon in
cases of severe trauma.
Don Fernando was right, of course, Henry never needed a girl again, just as he
never needed a jockstrap or a razor any more.
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returning to the womb | TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, MINOR | being transformed into a baby girl. | OK, what's going on? WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
It's coming back to me. I'm in a recovery room. I have just gone through a
radical surgery. One that that can only be described as bizarre. My memory is
vague at the moment but as time elapses, it is returning to me.
My name is Julianne (given to me by my mistress Andra). Our relationship
started out quite normal but escalated into a world of a forced of
feminization and infantileism.
We met in a bar (obviously) and hit it off right away. I was comfortable
telling her about my ultimate fantasy of living the rest of my life as a baby
girl. She told me that she was dominant, hated men, and would love to help me
pursue my dream.
Andra is a beautiful Woman. She is quite statuesque with a body that most
Women would kill for. She is also very into the idea that I have proposed. I
want to be submissive and feminized. She wants me to be totally regressed to a
toddler. Completely reliant on her. She will put me on hormones, and rid my
body of hair. She will have my face feminized to that of a little girl, and
will cut my hair appropriately. I will quit my job and commit to this for the
rest of my life. If this is agreeable, she will have a legal contract drawn up
by her Lawyer and the process will begin. I agreed without hesitation.
That was three years ago. Since then, my body has been softened by massive
doses of hormones. Laser hair removal and eletrolysis has taken care of the
rest. I now have only the soft downy hair that a baby would have. My breasts
have filled out nicely and are very sensitive. My hips have become very wide
(40") and my waist has shrunk to an amazing 29" through extensive corset
training. Now, as I lay in the recovery room, I remember the last step in the
process.
Andra had found a Doctor to perform an un-precedented surgery. He would remove
my testicles and most of my scrotum. He would leave just enough tissue to put
in two pea-sized testicular replacents. He would also hollow out my penis,
make a few cuts, and form it into one of a new-born baby. That is what
happened today.
I will now go home to a room that has been totally converted into a nursery.
The wall-paper is pink. It has clowns and teddy-bears. A customized crib will
be my new bed. The nursey is also complete with a changing table and a nursing
chair. Andra has hired a "Wet Nurse" to feed me. I will not be allowed to
speak normally. I will wear diapers, plastic panties, and pretty pink dresses
at all times. My hair has been cut into a very cute "little girl" style,
shoulder length with straight bangs. Eventually, Andra plans on having what's
left of my penis and scrotum removed. In its place, will be a very feminine
pre-pubescent vagina. By then, my behavior and my speach pattern will be that
of a little girl. I can't wait until I'm healed. I cant wait to see the
Doctor's work. I can't wait to start my life over.
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Village row ends in cannibal attack | TESTICLES | News story parallels and validates frequent ending of archive stories | ` Village row ends in cannibal attack `
Original URL:
http://www.iol.co.za/html/frame_news.php?click_id=79&art;_id=ct20010430092522783M200238
February 08 2000 at 06:59AM
Port Moresby - A village dispute in Papua New Guinea ended with a man tearing
out the eyes, testicles and heart of another and eating them, police said on
Tuesday.
"The villagers just watched in horror. The people are still in a state of
shock," Police Superintendent Ben Simanjon said from the town of Madang.
Moropia Silkapi, 35, was chased into the bush by villagers and tied to a tree
to await police. But before authorities reached the scene, the victim's
relatives had arrived and killed him.
Cannibalism was widespread in this jungle-clad South Pacific nation until it
was suppressed by British, German and Australian colonial authorities before
independence in 1975.
News of the January 31 incident only reached Port Moresby on Tuesday. -
Reuters
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The hunt | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | Women love the thrill of the hunt,but men... | Hyno-therapy.
============
I saw a hypno-therapist. The therapy seemed to be working.
I had given up smoking. But now I couldn't get an erection.
I plucked up courage and informed her of my new problem.
"Drop your pants". I did as she said. I stood naked in front
of her. She said "Get it up". I fondled it and carressed it.
I couldnt get it up. "Up" She said calmly. My penis rose.
"Down" and my penis dropped. She repeated this about 5 times.
My penis rose and fell at her command. "Am I cured" I asked.
She laughed. "That's my penis now. Not yours." She said.
I tried to leave. She said "Still". I froze. I remember her
telling me to eat her pussy and penetrate her. She enjoyed
it. I also remember holding one end of some cutting wire
on the left of my genitals while she moved the other end to remove
my genitals. I remember being de-sexed quite vividly. But
my genitals are intact.
"He may think so" but another trophy takes it's place on the
hynotherapists wall of man-hood. And her secret hobby remains
undiscovered.
To de-sex a man in front of his wife when giving sex councelling
is her favourite. They leave without the man's genitals and never
realise that they are no longer having sex. To deprive a female and
a male of having sex is a great feeling of power.
The New Year's Hunt.
====================
It was an honour to be invited to ride with the local Lady in her
Hunt. I arrived early and was shown to the house. The Lady greeted
me. As I was chatting to her - she slapped me in the face. I was
stunned and shut up. Her boot landed into my balls. I doubled up
on the floor. 2 other ladies knelt either side of me and cut off
my clothes. They lifted me naked from the floor onto my feet.
The Lady said "You better get going now. You dont want us to catch
you, do you Mr Fox". Oh my God, I'm going to be hunted. I ran out the
door and across the field. I was running for 15 minutes before tiring
severely. I went to walking pace. I was in the middle of her massive
estate. I was heading for a wooded area.
1/2 an hour later I was deep in the forest. I felt safe. Another 20
minutes and I had reached the other side. Now what. Cross the flat
open land or stay in the forest. I decided to head into the woods
again but stay towards this side. Just stay put and eventually they
would give up.
10 minutes later. I heard a few dogs and horses coming through the woods.
I ran for the open land. I got about 50 metres and spotted several
horse-women coming from either direction around the woods. I changed
direction back into the woods.
I was in the woods. I'd take my chances with the slow moving horses in
here. I saw a couple of women in front of me. I headed left into
a single woman who had dismounted. She dived at my legs and tripped me.
I tried to crawl away. But she had got to my balls. I couldn't move.
Then she punched - several times. I was stopped, motionless, my balls in
agony.
She harnessed my cock and my balls by seperate teathers, mounted her horse
and marched me out of the woods. There was applause. The women were
obviously delighted.
The women harnessed my hands and legs to seperate horses. They moved the
horses and my body was raised above the ground. My ball teather was
held in my captures hand and my penis teather was given to the Lady.
With one yell both women charged their horses, which had the desired effect
of removing my male genitalia.
Since then I have worked for the Lady. Her and her friend, both still have
my genitals as their trophies. But as the Lady says they could have de-sexed
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The Special Clan | STRAIGHT | <STRONG>Corrected copy........Wife Judy and husband join the club. Requirement is for hubby to give up his balls. </STRONG> | ` `
The Special Clan
"Judy how is your husband doing?"
"He is still
in bed but is healing nicely."
"Well Judy you
are now one of Master’s select women and
you are now one of our sisters. Master treats
us all very well and we each receive his
blessings. Sister Jane is due to deliver sometime
this week. It will be her 4th baby by Master since
they joined and her husband lost his balls."
The ritual is the same each time Master
allows new members to our select club.
The fixed husbands have their work to do
and only the wives are allowed to sit and
watch as Master personally castrates the
new member's husband. We sisters all now
look forward to witnessing this blessing
that Master bestows upon the husband
and the group.
Sister Sue is in charge of collection and
preservation of Master’s trophies. She has
the jar full now. There are all sizes of balls
in her jar. 6 wives now, 12 trophies.
It is sometimes difficult to sit and watch
your own husband be castrated but the
next time it is someone else’s husband you
will enjoy it more. I suppose it is easier in
most of our cases though as Master is
careful to only accept new members where
the wife and husband have discussed their
desire to have the husband be castrated.
He encourages the husband to masturbate
to completion as the wife watches and tells
him he will soon lose his nuts. All the wives
said that their husband had confided in them
their desire to be castrated and so this avenue
was the perfect solution. Of course there is
the occasional husband that may regret having
his nuts cut but I haven’t heard any comment
as yet in our club.
And all the wives are pleased with the
attention that Master bestows upon them.
Quietly they joke in private of the Master’s
Baby Club referring to the large endowment
of Master and how he can reach those spots
their husband never could before. Furthermore
in most cases laying just one time with Master
ensures being pregnant.
Master will officially welcome Judy to his
private club starting tonight and her welcome
will last for 3 days and nights. She will then
be as the other wives now are, very happy
and satisfied. Only time and a few month will
tell Master’s success with Judy.
Judy sister Joan will come by tomorrow and
check on your husbands stitches and see how
he is doing and take pictures for the record.
Thank you sister Clare. Sister Betty was
by earlier to welcome me also.
Oh, you will love it here Judy.
Bye for now.
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How I cut off my own cock. | PENECTOMY | I always wanted a penectomy and I finally did it. | For years I fantasized about cutting off my worthless cock. I banded it. I put
pins through it and I beat it regularly, with a bat. I hated my cock so much
that I could not stand it. the more scared up it got the more I wanted to
destroy it. I started numbing it and soon I was ready. I shaved my crotch. I
masturbated till I was Hard. Then I wrapped some electrical tape around the
base. Enough to cum and stay hard so I could wrap it real tight. I jerked my
cock like never befor and soon cum was spraying every where. Because of the
tape this made me even harder. Then I taped it as tight as I possible could.
Wrap after wrap. The I picked up my knife, a japanese combat knife, razor
sharp. I put it at the base of my stupid dick. My heart was pounding, but I
could not stoped. It burned as the knife first bit into my parrtially numb
cock. I pressed harder and there was resistantce, then the knife just passed
through quicklly and I was holding my still hard cock in my hand away from my
body. I was shocked. I looked at the other end of my dick. It was all sureal.
I put it in my mouth and sucked on it. It was a while befor I went to the
hospital. Thanks to the good wrapping job I did not bleed much and my severed
cock stayed hard. After several hours it was very discolored and mishapen. I
put it down the garbage disposal before I left. The sound of my cock being
ground up and washed down the drain was so final.
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A simple Joke | Other: Joke | A simple Joke about a Tourist in Spain. | An American touring Spain stopped at a local restaurant following a
day of sightseeing. While sipping his sangria, he noticed a
sizzling,scrumptious looking platter being served at the next table.
Not only did it look good, the smell was wonderful. He asked the
waiter, "What is that you just served?"
The waiter replied, " Ah senor, you have excellent taste! Those are
bulls testicles from the bull fight this morning. A delicacy!"
The American, though momentarily daunted, said, "What the hell, I'm
on vacation! Bring me an order!"
The waiter replied, "I am so sorry senor. There is only one serving
per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you
come early tomorrow and place your order, we will be sure to save
you this delicacy!"
The next morning, the American returned, placed his order, and then
that evening he was served the one and only special delicacy of the
day. After a few bites, and inspecting the contents of his platter,
he called to the waiter and said, "These are delicious, but they are
much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday!"
The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Si senor. Sometimes
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Heard on the CB radio | TESTICLES | ` Trucker A: I'm so horny, when I get home tonight, the wife will probably
have another kid. `
Trucker E: Ever thought about sterilization?
A: Yeah, I've thought about it but it cost so much, Why? are you sterile?
E: Hell, my nuts have shrunk to almost nothing.
A: Where did you get it done?
E: You know that Cantina where you turn by Donna's Ranch?
A: Yeah
E; Ask in the back, she's got a pair of nut nippers. She'll have you in and
out in 10 to 15 minutes.
A: Does it Hurt?
E: Only for a minute or so, then they're numb.
A: Know anybody else she's done?
E: The whole family has been, My Dad, my uncle, my brother in law, cousins. If
she's still around she might even do my son when it's time.
A: She's really good, huh.
E: Oh, yea!!
A: Maybe I'll have to try it. Think she's still open tonight?
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Egyptian Clitless Jokes | Clitless jokes | 96 % of Egyptian women are clitless. Here\'s some jokes for them | Q: What is the hottest night spot in Egypt ?
A: The Clitless Club
Q: What do you call women with clits in Egypt ?
A: Tourists
Q: What’s the Taliban’s words for women with clits ?
A: Infidel bitch
Q: What kind of sex toys is deemed as ‘unmarketable’ in Egypt ?
A: Anything with clit teaser on it ( there is no clit to tease )
Q: If most Egyptian women are clitless, why is the clit pump sells better in
Egypt than in America ?
A: It’s the perfect tool to do clitoridectomies
\---------------------------------------------------
Three Egyptian women are having coffee and talk about how stupid their
husbands are.
Ameena: My husband bought this set of fitness equipments and never use them.
Abdullah is fat like a cow.
Nabila: My husband Ahmed bought a lawnmower. We live in an apartment and don’t
have a garden
Jamila: Last night after my husband, Ali took off to Thailand for a business
trip, I open his drawer and found a cock ring with a clit teaser on it. What a
stupid guy. He knows I’m clitless
\---------------------------------------------------------
Q: How do you insult an Egyptian woman ?
A: Give her a clit teaser
\-----------------------------------------------------------
Here’s a list of movie produced by Pyramid Production in Cairo, most are rip
off of Hollywood movies.
The Clitless Club ( The Cotton Club)
Clitless in Cairo ( Sleepless in Seattle)
Clitless ( Clueless)
Dude, where’s my clit? ( Dude, where’s my car ?)
Clithanger (Cliffhanger)
Cut Clit Island ( Cut Throat Island )
Q: What kind of piercing is not available in Egypt
A: Clit piercing ( There is no clit to pierce, lol )
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hard nipples bouncing through her thin cotton shirt as she walked
down spring street at grand. i saw her smile at a workman on a
ladder, and now she is on her way toward me, and she smiles at me.
she says good morning. she is radiant. i know i am staring, i am
staring, i stop walking. she looks at me and i follow her, not
five steps, as she pulls me into the alleyway and i push her
against the brick wall. my god, i am inside her, pulsing, my hands
feeling her sides and her breasts. then she shows me. in her left
hand she shows me the severed penis, "my husband's", and i start to
fuck her harder and harder. i don't know how i can keep from
coming. she kisses me with his penis, brushes it on my lips, and
on hers. oh my. and then she tells me to stand still. i am all
inside her. the blade on me now. i feel like i am going blank. i
start to come, and she pulses inside. no, not now, she says. not
this time. some blood but i am still there.
i have been to see her many times.
i know she will cut it off of me.
when will she?
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'Masturbation Dreams Become Reality' (continued) | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Torture | Continuation | ` It was 10.00 pm and no sign of her. Adrenaline was rushing through my
circulation. ‘This is it man’, I was thinking in my head as I was frenetically
walking to and fro all these years of dreams are finally going to be realised.
As I was lost in my thoughts a car stopped a hundred meters away from my
location and switched the bright twice then put off the lights but kept the
engine going. She came. I walked quickly to the car. `
‘Get in’, she said.
I didn’t know what to say so I just obeyed, got in and put the seatbelt on.
‘Afraid?’ she asked.
‘No’ I lied.
‘Don’t worry about anything you just relax and I’ll take care of you’, she
said with a short quick smile.
During the drive I couldn’t keep my eyes off from her thighs as she pressed
the pedals, and imaging how they would feel on my intimate parts. Although she
knew where my eyes where fixed she didn’t say nothing but kept driving. She
then put the indicator on and entered into a driveway of quite a big house.
‘Here we are’ she said as she got out of the car.
‘Follow me’.
I did as she said without replying. As soon as I got in she closed and locked
the door. Then she stood in front of me looking directly in my eyes. I became
very tense. My heart was pounding. I was breathing fast. There she was an
image I longed for.
‘Take off your clothes’ her voice interrupted the way I was feeling, ‘and wait
here until I will call you.’
She left. I removed my shirt, shoes, jeans and boxers then placed everything
at the side. My erection was the hardest I ever had. This is real it is really
happening I was consistently telling myself. Minutes passed and still no sound
from her. I started feeling cold.
‘Get up the stairs and follow the trail I left you!’
I started walking up step by step. When I arrived upstairs I noticed intimate
clothes lying on the floor. A chill passed through my spine and I came just
like that throwing semen everywhere. My erection started fading. I kept on
walking slowly following the path she left. It lead to a door. I knocked.
‘Come in’.
I opened and stepped in,. To my astonishment there she was seated in a big
chair with her legs crossed the same way she kept them crossed at school. She
was wearing a black gown. Blood was rushing through my penis again and it was
back brought to life. I felt embarrassed.
‘Kneel down’ she ordered. ‘and tell me what did you fantasise about me’.
Oh good god. I was never prepared to this. To tell her all the things I used
her for in order to get my selfish pleasure and relief but another voice from
the other side of my mind was telling me that this might be the only chance I
ever had to get close to her touch. That was it I started confessing my
masturbation fantasies to her. As I was doing so she slipped her hand through
the opening of her robe and started masturbating herself in front of me. My
mouth was dying to taste her. She came and I could feel the echoes of her
sexual moans of orgasmic waves passing through my spine.
‘Crawl here and drink my sexual juice and touch my clitoris with your tongue.
If you do a good job I’ll make your fantasies come real.’
My body automatically did what she said and there I was between her legs with
my tongue tasting the walls of her labia and smelling the scent of the woman I
dreamt always of. She was pressing my head deeper and deeper in her with her
hands controlling the rhythm of the sexual pattern that satisfied her. I was
most of the time breathless but I was lost in heaven. She came. I was released
from her grip and fell by her feet breathing heavily recovering the air I was
denied of.
‘Now its your turn’
To be continued……………………………………….
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The Clone Army One | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Science Fiction | ` Captain Shepard looked over her new clone troops that had just requisitioned
from the manufacture. Two thousand she thought should be enough to put down
the rebellion in mines of Tralfamadore, a neighboring planet. `
The clones are all made from seven different men’s DNA all with similar
characteristics; tall, muscular, athletic structure and submissive to women.
All of the clones were only six years old but were fully developed men. They
were all given a growth hormone to mature physically and to stay mentally
focused. The clone boys at two are equivalent to a regular twelve-year-old and
at five are fully grown men. Their training starts at age two when they are
conditioned to fight on command and the basics of weapon use and physical
training. At four they are ritualistically circumcised by a priestess and a
serial number tattoo is placed on the tip of their penis, and is used as a dog
tag and harvested after they are killed in action or ritualistically destroyed
at the end of their four year service. The clones train in the nude and also
go into battle in the nude with the exception of necessary weapons.
Captain Shepherd’s ten female Lieutenants were looking over their companies of
two hundred clones each before they were loaded on to the transports. The task
at hand was simple, a mining colony of five hundred male clones had gone out
of control and the female administration had to flee the mine so the military
could destroy them and instate new mining clones to work the mines. The trip
took about five hours. The first transport of 400 landed and met with instant
opposition all 400 were destroyed in less than ten minutes and less than fifty
of the miners were destroyed. The Captain ordered the remaining four
transports to land and start fighting immediately. All but 83 of the clone
soldiers were killed in putting down the miner clones.
The inventory of the dead male soldier clones and the minor clones were the
next job of the Lieutenants. The female Lieutenants cut off all of the penises
of the war dead and sorted out witch units perished in the fight. The
surviving clone soldiers burned the bodies of the clone men.
Colonel Lewis at headquarters ordered Captain Shepherd to castrate the
surviving soldiers and put them to work in the mines. The Lieutenants
organized and area where they could remove the testicles of the remaining 83
men. All of the nude men were lined up and one by one sat them on an alter,
spread their legs and cut down the middle of their scrotums, removed their
testicles and laser sealed the scrotum back together. The Lieutenants laughed
at the men’s penises because they were all erect. The removal of their
testicles must have caused a hormone discharge. Because the men were bred for
aggressive behavior their penises were very large and thick. The Captain and
the Lieutenants were getting really turned on (more than usual), but couldn’t
do any thing about it. The Captain ordered the men to fight each other to the
death. The men started fighting each other with their big penises bouncing all
around. Soon all were dead. The Captain and the Lieutenants harvested the rest
of the penises from the men. They had over 2,500 circumcised severed penises
from all of the men to bring back…
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Sperm factory 1 | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Secret plot to nullify all men by deseeding them first to be able to keep enough semen to keep repopulating the planet. | ` Jacob saw the advert in his local paper offering cash for sperm donation.As
he' just lost his job he decided he'd ring and offer his services. `
The guy on the phone told him where to come and bring a small suitcase of
clothes as he could earn at least Ł20 a day,so if he stayed the more he would
earn.
Jacob turned up to the place whick looked like a clinic and was called Well
Man Clinic.He went to the reception and the young guy welcomed in and asked
him to sign a form agreeing to provide sperm samples with a disclaimer stating
that the clinic could not be held responsible for any injury or accident.Jacob
signed thinking nothing could happen over a few wanks.He was then taken to a
large room where there was rows of beds each with a guy attached to a
machine.The young guy explained that the machine did all the hard work so
Jacob could just lye back and enjoy.Jacob was handed over to the doctor who
immediately showed him to one of the beds.He was asked to strip naked and lye
on his back.The doctor told him he would receive an injection to stimulate his
cock to start him off.Jacob understood and got into position.The doctor then
injected his dick and gae him another injection in the arm.Almost immediately
his dick became rock hard but Jacob also realised he had suddenly lost all
ability to move.The doctor then took his wrists and ankles and put them in
restraints.He told Jacob that he would be kept like this till the final stage.
The doctor then slid a tube over Jacobs penis.straight away the tube created a
vacuum and started to pull up and down on his cock.Leading out of the tube was
a thin clear pipe leading to a jar.Jacob presumed this was where his cum would
go.The doctor said he would leave and check in with Jacob later but first he
attached a ring around Jacobs balls.The ring started to vibrate strongly
stimulating Jacob more.He was by now totally carried away with the
sensation.So the doctor left.
To be continued...............
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STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | In a future fictional FemDom society men are used forpleasure and amusement...and for cannibalistic indulgencesby women. Men are "consentually" harvested for femaleappetites. | Giving: All For a Good Cause!
In a future fictional FemDom society men are used for
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by women. Men are "consentually" harvested for female
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Belle of the Super Bowl De-Ball | TESTICLES | Eunuch wannabes are intentionally grounded. | _CB sends thanks for the emailed special request for this from a eunuch.org
special friend._
*
Cindy is oh so sinful in that Holy Shit sort of way.
Her boyfriend Michael loves his own cock, but more importantly he loves to
service other cocks as Cindy watches. By her watch, he gets a cock off quick,
no time outs and never a two-minute warning.
On Sunday, Michael became Michelle for a day. The yellow French maid's outfit
was perfect. While the men-in-stripes threw yellow flags, Michelle went down
and out as the yellow fag.
Ten couples watched the first half as Michelle served drinks, her exposed cock
rock hard against the tiny frilly skirt. The ten boyfriends were promised blow
jobs and their pants bulges showed an eagerness to be worked.
The halftime "Who would be first?" was answered by the girls de-pants-ing
their dates. Longest would go last and longest in every way. Shortest would be
getting the biggest surprise.
Michelle and another guy peaked out at five inches; Cindy was not shocked, but
the other low-five was so disappointing to the girl who brought its owner that
she tossed it out of one game and into another.
The new game involved both five-inchers being trimmed from the bottom.
Michelle volunteered happily, but the second five had to be held down, yet he
did not struggle too much and the hardness of the fiveness showed he was
willing.
With throbbing cocks all around, the hard fives hardly noticed the elastrator
bands going around their balls. When high and tight, Cindy gently
circumscribed a scalpel around the scrotal circumference and off-popped two
sacks of skin. The freed white testes now hung fast and loose while the ball
sacks were quickly stuffed with a cum-and-rice marinade and baked at 350
degrees for 35 minutes.
The two new-eunuch cock suckers sucked the bigger cocks to delicious finish by
the beginning of the second half, and the two hot ball sack snacks were
tastily devoured during a thrilling fourth quarter.
This left four balls still hanging, and Cindy's readers hanging in suspense.
Stay tuned for Cindy Belle's short clip on making super Super Bowl rings.
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CASTRATION AT THE Y-S | CASTRATION AT THE Y-S CORRAL
By Ian Clifford
Mark and Andy had been on many summer vacations with their parents,
Bruce and Maria. They had gone to Disney Land, Disney World and Las
Vegas. Maria was the Dominant spouse and just after Andy was borne,
She had her husband castrated at the Y-S Ranch. She figured that She
wanted no more children and that this would give him a better
temperament and make him more docile. Mark and Andy were raised in a
Female Dominant relationship. When Mark was fifteen and Andy ten, She
announced that their summer vacation would be at their Aunt Marsha's
ranch. They both looked forward to their vacation as they loved
animals. Aunt Marsha had a ranch in Nevada very close to Reno.
They went by bus and were met by Aunt Marsha at the bus terminal. She
put them into a van with the Y-S logo on the side. The trip to the
ranch was very uneventful with the boys noticing all the scenery
during the drive. When they arrived they were taken to the house and
fed a big country meal. One thing that they had noticed on the ranch
is that they could see no cattle or farm livestock. Being late both
went to bed.
Early in the morning the two boys were awakened by Aunt Martha. They
enquired what was for breakfast and were informed that breakfast would
be later for this morning. They were to get a tour of the ranch before
breakfast. Both boys showered and went with Aunt Martha and two of her
Female ranch hands for the tour. They saw the well, the windmill and
the outside of the barn where they were told that livestock were kept.
They would see the insides of the barn later.
They proceeded to the Y-S Corral where both boys took a look around.
The corral was surrounded by wooden fences and the only things in the
corral were two wooden posts staked into the ground. The boys were
asked to make a fire and provided the wood and matches to make the
fire. When they were finished Aunt Martha placed a poker from one of
the surrounding fences into the fire and also got lengths of rope
from the surrounding fence.
Aunt Martha then instructed the boys to remove their clothing and when
they hesitated, the two ranch hands forcibly undressed them. A length
of rope was placed about the neck of young Andy and a gag placed in
his mouth. He was held over to one side of the corral. Mark had his
arms tied behind his back. His tied arms were fastened to one post
and his spread legs to the other. He also was gagged. He felt very
vulnerable and afraid. A length of cord was tied with a loop around
the base of his scrotum and the other end tied to the post which held
his legs and tightened.
One of the ranch hands knelt by his hip with a large knife in her
hand. Aunt Martha took the poker from the fire. The end now glowed
white hot. Aunt Martha explained to the boys that they were to be
castrated to make them better persons. Their testes She explained
would make them harsh and ignorant and that they would be better off
without them. Mark muffled from behind the gag.
The ranch hand by his hip grasped his scrotal sac at the base with Her
left hand and pulled his balls away from his body. With the knife in
Her right hand She sliced through the scrotum severing his balls in
the process. Blood poured from the wound where his balls had been. He
screamed in pain from behind the gag. Aunt Marsha quickly grabbed the
hot poker and cauterized the wound. His screaming and thrashing about
intensified and shortly he passed out from the pain. His body was
placed over one of the fenceposts and he just hung there like so much
meat over the fence.
The ranch hand holding Andy shoved him forward. She noted that "it's
your turn." He fought and Aunt Martha and the other ranch hand came
forward to help. Soon he was fastened to the posts and crying behind
his gag in fear of what was about to happen. Andy was roughly
castrated in the same manner as his brother. Hie passed out from the
pain also and his limp body was placed over another fencepost. The two
boys hung there with their bare backsides on display.
Aunt Martha had previously placed two branding irons brandishing the
Y-S brand in the fire. The branding irons now glowed white hot and it
was time to brand their livestock. Andy was done first. The two ranch
hands held his arms and legs from each side of the fence while Aunt
Martha applied the branding iron to his right butt cheek. Andy was
done next. Both boys awoke when the hot branding irons seared their
flesh, marking them permanently.
Now the process was complete. They had been castrated and branded just
like real steers on any ranch. They were led in their pain back to the
barn. This was to be their home for the remainder of their vacation.
In the barn they met with other boys who had undergone the same fate.
The boys were chained into stalls and brought out only for exercise
and punishment. Mark and Andy were not subjected to anything further
during their period of recuperation which took about three weeks. The
remainder of their summer was taken up doing domestic and ranch
chores. They were subjected too long hours and hard work. Each night
they were chained into their stalls in the barn. They were fed a type
of gruel for meals. Each Friday evening, the boys were punished for
their failures during the preceding week. The punishment generally
comprised a good whipping using the cat -o-nine tails.Every boy from
the barn received this weekly punishment.
By late summer it was a very different Mark and Andy who were picked
up by their parents. They were both docile and submissive and well
marked from the whippings. They were glad to see their parents and
thought the ordeal was over. They were mistaken as they were taken to
Mistress Marion's home to further learn their lifetime duties. There
they were trained in intimate service to Women. The Friday night
punishments continued and each week they found they were punished
despite their best behaviour. Their mother, Maria had sold the two
into slavery. After about one year of this further training they were
sold to Dominant Women as trained slaves. They were to live out their
lives in the service of these Women performing household as well as
intimate duties. They had been trained to serve and would spend their
lives serving Dominant Women. They were sold and lent out to her
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Eunuchs in Europe in 19 C | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, HISTORICAL | This is a unique document, certifying the existence of eunuchs in the Ottoman empire, outside of Constantinople at the end of the 19 c. It is a proposition for a provincial bill in the autonomous province of Eastern Rumelia from October, 1880.Mortimer | ` This is a unique document, certifying the existence of eunuchs in the
Ottoman empire, outside of Constantinople at the end of the 19 c. It is a
proposition for a provincial bill in the autonomous province of Eastern
Rumelia from October, 1880. `
Mortimer
PROPOSITION
As it came to us that some of the Moslem refugees, returning back to the
province brought slaves with them, and as it is possible that there are slaves
in many of the other (sc. Moslem) houses, and that the hideous trade with
human beings will never come into being in the province, the signatories,
based upon the articles 30 and 100 of the Organic statute, have the honour to
propose the following bill:
Article 1. Slavery is forever prohibited on all the territories of Eastern
Rumelia.
Article 2. The keeping, selling, buying and transportation of slaves of both
sexes and without sex (NB!) is forbidden.
Article 3. The offenders of the 1 and 2 articles should be punished with a
fine from 1000 to 10 000 grosh (100 grosh = 1 Turkish lira of the time) in the
benefit of the slave, who should be released immediately and with imprisonment
from 1 to 6 months.
In case of repeating the crime, the offender should be punished despite the
above mentioned fine with imprisonment from 6 months to 2 years and is loosing
his political rights for 5 years.
In case of repeating the crime for a third time, the offender after paying the
fine is expelled from the province (sc. In the Ottoman empire). In any case
the slave is set free.
Deputies: 13 signitures.
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An Old Lesson Pays Off | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Two males ready for the bander, but only one band left. What\'s a girl to do? | Michelle could be such a tease thought Betty. She knew darn well that doing
two geldings would take at least two bands. Ideally there would be more, just
to be sure. But no, Michelle had to leave her with only the one band. They
both knew the rules: she would get to keep any geldings she banded herself.
And there were two candidate for the band, and they both looked good. Betty
wanted both of them.
The candidates were both nude, save for their bonds. Each man's ankles were
shackled together so he could, with difficulty, walk - but he couldn't run.
Their arms were held behind their backs with proper restraints. They were not
going to be able to wiggle out of them. They were both gagged. They were about
the same build.
"There are two of you. And I only have one band. In case nobody told you, the
rule is I get to keep whoever I band. I want both of you, and with two bands
it would be easy. Now I have to decide what I am going to do."
She looked right at the candidate on her left, "Will it be you?" He shifted
nervously.
She switched her gaze to the candidate to her right, "Or will it be you?" It
was his turn to be more nervous.
"Let's see what else we have been left with." She said as she looked over a
workbench with a few scraps and boxes of seemingly random stuff on it. "I know
there is only one band. And I can only keep you if I band you... I am not
allowed to geld by any other means, or I would at least have that fun. But
that does not mean I cannot play with you both and at least have you two at my
mercy, what there is of it, for a while."
Her hand settled on a spool of string. "Hrm.. I can have you both by the
balls. Maybe I can come up with a little contest to see who gets to keep the
weight of his manhood today. But how to judge? No matter. I shall make it up
as we go along."
She soon had the string tied around the neck of the scrotum of one candidate.
She played out several feet of string and then cut it. The operation was
repeated on the other candidate. "There, two stallions or are you bulls? And I
have your attention." She yanked one string and he felt it. "And yours." She
yanked the other string, also with effect. "And now to figure out which one of
you will be my gelding. Or steer, if you prefer." They both shifted nervously,
neither stepping forward for fear that would be volunteering, but neither
stepping back for the same fear. Also, the string was already fairly taut.
"Oh, I know. Do not go away." she joked as none of them couldn't leave the
locked room. The two candidates couldn't even move around within it very well.
She took the band and fitted it onto the bander. She held it up between them
so they could both see it as she squeezed the handles together and stretched
the band. "When this band gets small again..." she giggled. She threaded one
string through the band left to right, and then the other string right to
left. "Now, maybe a little tug-o-war? Winner stays intact for another day,
loser gets such a pinch. Too bad for me you cannot both lose..." she stopped.
She grinned a wicked grin. "Oooh... I think you both just lost."
She grabbed both strings and pulled the guys closer together. And closer
still. They resisted but the string was thin and strong and cut into their
scrotums and she kept pulling hard. They followed their balls. Soon they were
nearly touching. Very carefully Betty threaded the ends of the string between
their legs and around. Eventually she could pull both and the guys would have
to come together. Holding the bander in one hand, Betty gave a good pull and
then a quick yank with the other hand. When each guy had his nuts through the
band she tripped the release.
*SNAP*
Both men jerked as one, their scrotums trapped together, each with its balls
on the side of the band opposite their soon to be former owner.
"There!" Betty exclaimed. "I should have remembered that so much earlier. When
there there are two of you and only one of something, you just have to share!"
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Cutting my way across the USA: part I | GAY, STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A Young woman travels across country castrating all the men she comes in contact with. | Hi boys! My name is Lacy. I am 27, five foot seven, long black hair
and bright blue eyes, and get whatever I want.
You better watch out for me! I love to castrate young men and boys,
big strong college boys are my favorate. Let me tell you my story:
It all began in Boston, I love Boston ( all those Ivy League college
studs ) but I was being transfered to San Deigo, California (yum,
surfer boys). I guess I just love hot smooth boys! I love their
smooth chests, tight round butts ( better if they're a little red of
course) and their low hanging balls yum, yum. Well, back to the
story, I decided to drive. I want to see the country and of course
the boys too. So I rented a RV. That way I could stop anywhere I
wanted. I had a month off so was in no hurry.
It was the end of August and I was sure that I would see college boys
on their way to school. yum yum. As luck would have it only a few
miles out of Boston, a spotted them, two college boys! With back
packs and thumbs in the air like little pricks ready for action. I
couldn't resist, could I. Stopping the RV i opened the door and asked
where they were going. they answered Priceton, New Jersey. they
hopped in and away we went.
Pat and Mike were best friends. They grew up together in Boston and
were now off the school together. Pat had the brown reddish hair and
green eyes as his name would imply. While Mike had dark wavy hair and
brown cow eyes. They were very talkitive. Chatting about girls,
school, everything. I asked them if they were in a hurry to get to
school. they said no. Good, the traffic may get bad and I thought we
could stop and get to something to eat. Just after gettin out of New
York, i saw a sign Rest stop 5 miles. Great! ( just to tell you this
RV has a small kitchen, living dining room , bathroom and master
bedroom. all the comforts of home.)
I had sandwiches made and warmed up some tomato soup. By this time it
was getting dark. As we were talking I ask the boys want they did for
fun. Sports of course came up. Then I asked what about indoor sports.
They both blushed. I decided to break the ice by starting a game of
truth or dare. Whoever lost would take something off, and after they
were naked had to do what the winner said. I decided to lose this
time. Soon we were all naked, later in bed. The boys were not shy.
They loved being naked with each other and me. As playing with Mike's
balls I asked them if they ever got into a little kink.
"Like this", as I pulled on Mike's sack.
"Or this," as I bit Pat's nipple.
"Wow." they said.
"I'll tell you what, one more game of truth or dare"
"OK" they said.
"If you lose, I own your balls.If I lose you can fuck me silly. deal."
"Deal" they said.
Now I had them! The game began. Before long they lost! Of ocurse they
didn't totally understand what i meant by "own " their balls.
"OK boys, get on the bed side by side."
"Now, let me tie you up it will be more fun this way."
I tied them spread eagle and got out the toys. First gagged them.
Then worked over their nipples, pinching and biting them.
"Now we'll see how kinky you can be"
I took out the straight edge razor and began shaving them bare.
Saving the pubes for last. Now the time had come! I got out the
castrating tool. Put it over Mike's sack and pushed the button. His
eyes bugged out and he passed out. Next I went to Pat. He shoke his
head no, but it was too late. They were gone. Here is my bed to
balless college boys!
It was a very good day!
The next morning, I dumped the two at the gates of Princeton. As I
drove away, I waved their balls at them to remind they what they had
lost!
Ah, another day, more boys and their balls.
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My Half Castration | For as long as I can remember I have had a fascination of and about
castration. I can remember masturbating on my grandparents farm holding
fresh testicles from the farm animals wishing that they were mine. As I
grew older the feelings only grew in intensity. After I married my first
wife, we had only been married for a few months, I realized that she
also had an interest in testicles and castration. One night after going
to a party we came home with a good buzz on form dope and beer. We
decided to take a bath and have some fun in the tub. As she was playing
with my relaxed scrotum she remarked that she could see the outline of
my balls perfectly. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew I
proposed cutting open the sack to show her, and myself, one of my balls.
I got a clean razor out and shaved and washed my scrotum. Then I started
cutting the sack. The pain was very strong at first but kind of numbed
after a short while, as I cut long and slow a piece at a time. At
various stages I would stop and she would look to see the ball rolling
around in my sack. It also became apparent that the incision would have
to longer to squeeze the ball out. When I finally got the testicle out
of the sack it had been almost an hour. We both were very turned on by
finally getting to see my testicle out of the sack. It wasn't long
before we decided to cut this one off. I tied the cord with regular
sewing thread soaked in betadine twice then cut the testicle off. I also
put 3 stitches in the scrotum of the same thread leaving most of the
sack open. Blood loss was minimum. That night we had an incredible time
both playing with my amputated organ. It did look very odd seeing my
testicle dangling between her breasts off her necklace. We kept the
testicle for about a week keeping it in dilute alcohol. In this time we
showed it to many of our friends, before deciding to dissect it one
night. This story isn't over however, my wife now, has similar interests
and we have decided in the near future to take my other one in a similar
fashion. I did get an infection that was easily treated with antibiotics
I had at home, and the scrotum healed quite nicely after about a month.
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Cutting my way across the USA: part three | GAY, STRAIGHT, TG, TESTICLES | Lacy and Joey continue traveling south and come to a military school. | Hi again boys! Its Lacy! I am back, so you better watch out. You've
got what I want, and I always get what I want!
You may remember, I began my journey in Boston with two college boys
heading for Princeton, and then Joey at a gas station in North
Carolina. Joey decided to come with me and we continued going south.
As we were traveling I saw a sign " Nathanal Greene Military Academy"
Wow! It just one or two boys but a whole school of boys. Hot young
men just waiting for me! However, this would take some planning. I
called a friend in the telephone company. He said he'd place a call
to Col. Jacobson at the school. He also told me about the school. It
was small, only 150 students from the ages of 18-23, ALL MALE!, with
10 on staff. As he was setting up the meeting, I got be work. We
founded a RV park.Rented a white station wagon ( adding a States
Health Dept. decal to the side of it). I also transformed Joey into
my assistant Joan. By the next morning we were ready to meet the Col.
We drove down the long drive to the main building. As I was getting
out I asked one of the cadets where Col Jacobsons office was. He
smiles and pointed out the way, even opening the door for us.
Col. Jacobson was a man about 30, 6 ft, hazel eyes, and brown wavy
hair. He stood and greeted us.
"Nice to meet you, Col Jacobson. As you know I've come here from the
states health dept., because of a virus which has been found near
here. This virus can even be deadly, and because of that everything
must be held in a private and confidental matter. If news would leak
out, it could cause the virus to be spread. I hope you understand. So
far, we know very little about it, however, It seems to be in rural
areas, attacks only young men. It begins begins with a headache, dry
mouth, achy felling, and continues to the genitals of the young men.
The testicles became large which causes the sack to lengthen. After
this happens, the area becomes inflamed, and and very sensitive. By
this time, only castration can save the young man from death. If not
the young man will die a slow and terrible death."
"What can I do to help". Col Jacobson said.
"First we need to examine all your cadets for the virus. We need a
waiting room, examination room, a room to preform any castrations,
and a room to care for the cadets after the castrations. How many
cadets do you have here?"
"About 150 and staff of nine." col. Jacobson said.
"Good, we can do it in about two days. One more thing. the school
must be quarinteed for a week after we leave just to make sure it
does not spread."
In less than an hour, we began. The cadets were stripped to briefs or
boxers waiting for the exam in a gym all 150 of them. We used the
massage room and coaches office for the exams. This first cadets was
Adam. He was one of the best examples of young southern manhood I
have ever saw. At 6 foot tall 175 blond short hair and green eyes,
but that was only the beginning. As he dropped his
boxers, saw the best uncut cock I have ever seen and behind it the
best low hanging balls ever. I knew I had to have them! He climbed up
on the table legs spread ass in the air. There was he virgin asshole,
tight pinkish looking up at me. I told his about the virus and and
began to touch him. His cock was responding, so the head was peeking
through the foreskin. I pulled on his sack and you could see he felt
a little pain.
"Adam how does that feel?"
"Hurts a little." he said.
I pulled again, squeezing his right testicle.
"And that?"
"That really hurts", he said.
"Adam, I am afraid you may have the beginnings of the virus. To make
sure we need to shave your pubic area for a closer examination. My
assistant with prepare you."
Joey lead Adam to the next room.
The next two boys were not very interesting at all.
By this time, Joey had shaved Adam, his crotch ass, butthole thighs
all of it. I could see Joey enjoyed his job.
Again I examined Adam. You could see he was beginnning to worry.
His cock was getting soft and a little wet, which made me wonder if
Joey had suck him off. However, just my touch, got it hard again. Now
i looking down and saw the object of my desire, his ball sack. It was
beautiful, freshly shaved, will its huge cargo.
"I'm afraid Adam, that you have it. See the redness how sensitive
your testicles are. SEe how low your sack is."
"Oh no, what can be done!" he cried.
"Only one thing, Im sorry, they got to come off."
"Really" he said.
It will only take a few minutes and be almost painless".
I told Joey to get the hypo and injected him.
"You rest and we can begin in 20 mins."
I left him in the room and returned to the line of boys.
Three more uninteresting cadets, until a young boy by the name of Ben.
He looked like Christian Slater at 18. Very cute and just a little
hairy. He had low hangers too almost as nice as Adams huge sack.
As I touch them his cock began to grow, and he blushed.
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Brothel of Gelded Whoreboys - Part 1 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | Roman wives solve their problem. With the knife. | ` Clio and Aspasia had been friends for years. Both of their husbands were
Senators, they moved in the same social circles. Clio resided many miles from
Rome and visited only occasionally. They were both the same age, forty two,
and had grow up together. They suffered the same neglect as many of the wives
in that particular circle. Their husbands, some of the most powerful men in
Rome, lived lives of their own. Their wives existed as mere appendages, to
provide no more than the appearance of respectability. This was important for
public perception. Behind the scenes the reality was different. Most of these
powerful men led lives of debauchery. Aspasia`s husband sated himself with
very young girls. Clio`S husband spent much of his time penetrating the
bottoms of young boys. This was nothing unusual for the ruling elite, common
practice. But the ruling elite were men, always men. Women were never allowed
to enter this exclusive circle of power. A women was meant to attend to her
duties, being the wife of a Senator was a position of importance. She had to
behave in a certain way, it was expected of her. To do otherwise would bring
disgrace to their very important husbands, and possibly damage their standing
within their exclusive circle. They could debauch themselves as they wished,
but the duty of the wife was to remain silent, After all, were they not the
wifes of Senators, Senators Rome?. Was that not privilege enough for any
woman?. They were wealthy, they were respected, they had servants and
sumptuous Villas. What more could they require?. `
But they did require more. Much more. What their husbands had forgotten was
that their wives had other needs. The needs of the flesh, the most compulsive
need of all. While they sated themselves with their young boys and girls,
their wives lay in their beds, frustrated, and aching between their legs for
the touch of human flesh. The only servants they were allowed were females,
young boys, and eunuchs. Not much chance of temptation there. Even if they had
access to males the greatest fear of all was pregnancy. This would mean
disaster for both herself and her husband.
At their regular social gatherings they spent most of their time bemoaning
their situation. Among themselves they had no inhibitions.
The situation was suddenly to change.
Clio had invited Aspasia to visit her at her Villa outside Rome. It was her
first time to visit there, due to the distance from the City. After dinner
Clio declared that she was rather tired and would retire for the night. She
requested Aspasia to visit her in her room so that they could continue their
conversation. The conversation had, as usual, been about their situation. When
she entered the room her jaw dropped. She stared, her mouth and eyes wide open
with shock. Clio was in her bed. Lying beside her was a boy of twelve or
thirteen at most. He was naked with a sheet draped across his groin. The head
of his erect penis protuded above the sheet.
Clio grinned.
" This is Darius" she said.
Aspasia struggled to speak. Her eyes were glued to the protruding penis.
" Do not worry Aspasia" laughted Clio, " he is a special boy".
" What do you mean special?" stuttered Aspasia.
Clio turned to the boy beside her.
She slowly pulled down the sheet.
" Spread your legs" she ordered. Aspasia gasped.
" He has no testicles as you can see, I had them cut out of him. Spread your
legs wider boy and show the lady".
The boy spread his legs wider, lifting his bottom from the bed and spreading
himself as if proud of the stiff organ jutting from his groin. Aspasia could
see the two small scars now.
" He has been castrated" said Clio, " the stones have been cut from his sac.
To be continued.
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ss juvenile camp | BI, TESTICLES | mass castration of underage teens | ` camp 21 open its doors on november21st 1938 just out side the `
village of Broumburg, just after Kristallnach took place.
Many local villagers,knew more then they let on.
as truck loads of young boys began to arrive at the camp.
The ages of the Boys ranged between 10 and 18.
Berlins main objective was to eliminate the inferior races by
sterilizing the young males off.
Although the locals were not aware that the boys were having their
testicles removed.
Not till the camp was liberated late December of 1944 did They find
out the truth
The horrors were every where
In the main medical center they found jars with humen reprodutive
glands in them ,they also found test tubes containing male sperm
that the doctors brutily extracted from the young boys before
sending them of to be castrated.
other chilling facts, there were actual photographs of the
castration even several film footages of the removal of the glands.
But it was the medical logs that told the horror story.
Dates Names ages of the victims, the amount of time it took to
remove the boys testicles, even the amount of times they extracted
sperm from from the boys.
Now several log books were never found number 12 to 21 and 27 to
33 have never been found the last log foung wa number 41 the last
log date was december 14th 1944 the day before the camp was
liberated, a Jacob Reuben Weiss a 11 year old Jewish boy was quite
glad to see us as He was in the castration holding center slated
for castration on december 15th 1944.
Him and many nothe Boys testifed at the hearings on their brutal
treatment at the hands of the nazis,He said He had been raped
tortured ,A Doctor Eric von Kuntz personally masturbated all of
His sperm ejaculation. it was believed with the log book that well
over 200 thousand male boys were castrated by the nazis
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The sympathy fuck | TESTICLES | Be careful what you email.... | ` We were sending silly emails at work. I remember sending the email to a
mate, "Fleur and Fran are real dogs....I'd love to give them both a sympathy
fuck!" `
I never thought it'd get to them. Fleur was tall, with good firm tits, but she
was scrawny, with bright red hair. Fran was short and fat.
Two days later, I passed the sick room, and saw Fran on the bed there."What's
up?" I asked. "Come in," said Fran. I did.
"I want a fuck, " she said. "Don't worry, no-one will here." Quick as a flash,
she locked the door, and stripped. Her boobs were big and pendulous, and her
arse large and wobbly. I didn't care, I was about to get laid for the first
time in years. I stripped off.
Just then a key turned in the lock and Fleur came in. "What's this?" I asked.
Fleur peeled off her clothes, exposing her firm upstanding tits and her
flaming red minge.
"We've heard you've been slagging us off on email," said Fleur. "So we've
decided to punish you by chopping your balls off." "N-n-no," I gasped.
"Yes!" said Fran. "But here's the good news. Before we castrate you we're
going to give you a last hurrah.....to coin a phrase-"
"-a sympathy fuck!" they both said.
I back away, but Fran just jumped on me, winding me. Fleur tied me hand and
foot, and gagged me with Fran's cunt-juice soaked panties.
The prospect of castration had gor me quite hard. Fleur sucked me off, and
shoved my cock into her cunt where I came convilsively. Then it waas Fran's
turn. She put me on top of her, guiding my cock into her for my second orgasm.
"Fun over. To work!" said Fleur. Moving to the medial cabinet, she took out a
pair of surgical scissors. She cut my scrotum open, leaving my balls hanging
out. "You first...." she said to Fran.
Fran took the scissors, and carefully snipped off my left ball. She handed the
scissors to Fleur, who leered at me and said "Prepare to be a eunuch!" before
she cut off my right ball.
"One two three!" they said simultaneuosly, popping my severed balls into their
mouths on three. As they chewed the balls, they started coming. Quick as a
flash, Fran flung Fleur to the ground, burying her head in the flaming red
minge. She sucked Fleur's clit till they both came.
Lying on the bed castrated, I thought this was really hell on earth. Two women
fucking each other silly in front of me, and I had no balls to join in, and
couldn't even get a hard on!!
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Christine makes love | Christine is bound and forced into love making. | They headed back to the city; both excited.
It was dusk,when they arrived outside Alix's apartment. Alix parked the car
and looked at Christine, 'Time for you to come up and finish the day off
properly.'
Christine rubbed the end of her tongue round her lips.
'But first put the bag in the trunk,' continued Alix. who took the bag and put
it in the trunk of the Mustang.
Alix's apartment was a lot bigger than Christine's. They went through the hall
into the large bedroom with the King sized bed.
'You shower first,' said Alix. Christine stripped off and went into the
bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged still drying herself in the large
fluffy white towel. Alix spun her round and finished drying her back and the
backs of her legs. The she grabbed Christine's wrists and strapped them
together behind her back.
Christine didn't resist, but said, 'There's no need for that. I haven't got my
implements with me.'
'I'm taking no chances with you. Besides I like putting my lovers into
bondage.'
'Just wait while I shower. I'll just be a few minutes.'
Christine stood there waiting. She looked at the two pictures on the bedroom
walls. Each showed a pair of women making love; one portrayed a two naked
women kissing; the other the act of cunnilingus. Christine knew she would soon
be participating in that.
Alix emerged, her broad shouldered body fully shaved and her eyes full of
enthusiasm. She came over to Christine and kissed her full on the lips,
pushing her tongue between them. She then moved her kisses down to Christine
nipples kissing and sucking each one in turn. Christine responded, seeking
Alix's nipples with her own mouth. Alix's hand were tight on Christine's
buttocks and they rolled on the bed kissing and licking each other. Alix moved
her mouth down Christine's body, kissing past her navel. She reached
Christine's groin and pulled her thighs apart and began to kiss and lick her
labia, eventually forcing her tongue between them.
Christine yelled, 'Not there. Leave me alone down there!'
Alix continued to push her tongue between the labia at the front of the vulva.
Christine writhed and tried to pull her legs together. Alix was too strong for
her. She also had an extender rod, which she pushed between Christine's knees
and strapped on each leg. Christine lay helpless on the bed, her wrists bound
behind her and her knees forced apart. Alix looked down on her and put her
hand between her labia, rubbing firmly.
Christine looked for side to side and tried to move her hips away.
Alix looked her in the eyes and said, 'Most women would relish this.'
'They've got clitorises. You have no idea what this feels like. It is so
frustrating.'
'If you don't like it, you shouldn't have had it cut off.'
Alix held the back of Christine's head in one hand and continued to rub
between her labia with the other.
Christine writhed and tried to move her head around, but Alix had her firmly
in her grip. She looked at Christine and said, 'Now you know the full meaning
of BDSM. Your bondage, my discipline, my sadism and your masochism. It's just
a pity your not a masochist. But only for you. You're a sadist like me and
that's why I like overcoming you.'
'It's time to stretch you,' said Alix and she got out a pneumatic dildo, which
she pushed into Christine's vagina. Christine stopped resisting, Alix got out
a bicycle pump and began to pump up the dildo. 'You like that, don't you?'
asked Alix.
'It is a little bit of pleasure.'
'Good, you can have more of it.' and Alix kept pumping.
'I think that will do. Now you are fully stretched.'
Leaving Christine helpless on the bed, she openned a drawer and came back with
a harness of two crossed straps. She fitted the intersection to the base of
the dildo and clipped it on. Two straps came up Christine's front and two up
over her buttocks at the back. She then threaded all four through a belt which
she tied around Christine's waist, just above her hip bones. She made sure
everything was tight and secure.
'There you are, all tight and fully stretched.'
She removed the extender rod and rolled Christine on her front, grabbing her
bound wrists and strapping them to the belt.
Christine sat up. Her wrists were tied to the belt in the middle of her back
and her vagina was fully extended by the dildo strapped into the harness.
'Just the way I like my lovers to be,' said Alix, 'Fully aroused and
helpless.'
'Now you can do your job. Kneel on the floor and lick me out, while I rest on
the bed,'
With that, she lay with her buttocks on the edge of the bed and spread her
thighs wide apart, resting her feet on the floor. Christine knelt between them
and began to lick.
Alix began to move gently and to moan. From time to time she convulsed. She
showed no sign of having had enough. After what seemed an age, Christine
stopped and said, 'My tongue's tired.'
'OK, it's time for bed.'
Christine turned round, expecting Alix to unbind her.
Alix smiled, 'Oh no, you sleep bound. I'll need you to do the job again during
the night. Anyway I'm not leaving your hands free while I am asleep.'
She pulled Christine into bed beside her. She turned the light off, put her
arm round Christine and was soon asleep.
Christine eventually dozed off, but was woken in the dark hours by Alix
pulling her shoulders up. She had hold of Christine's head and pushed it
downwards. 'Time for another session.' she said. Christine moved down the bed
and positioned herself again between Alix's legs and began to lick.
At daybreak, she again performed. Then Alix stretched her long arms and
legs.'Time to get up,' she said and climbed out of bed.'I'll make some
breakfast.'
Christine said, 'I need to go to the bathroom.'
'Sure it's through there,' said Alex pointing at a door on the left of the
bedroom.
'Aren't you going to untie me?'
'No, you can manage everything yourself. There's a bidet you can switch on
with your hands in that position. In fact, take a shower. I'll come in and dry
you, when you've finished.'
Christine's bound hands fumbled with shower controls, but eventually a strong
stream of warm water emerged from the shower head. After a couple of minutes,
Alix came in with her and made sure she was scrubbed all over. She turned off
the water and dried Christine and herself.
Alix dressed in a slip and summer frock. Christine sat bound but otherwise
naked at the table waiting for breakfast. Alix served coffee and toast. She
held the coffiee cup for Christine to drink and then cut up the toast and fed
it to her.
After they had finished, Alix wiped Christine's mouth and said, 'It's time to
go. Your place is only a few blocks from here. It's a nice morning. Let's
walk.'
'It would be nice to stretch my legs, and my arms,' said Christine, standing
up.
'Only your legs for the walk. The rest later.'
'What do you mean?'
'I have a cape for you. Your going to walk home in the harness.'
She put Christine's shoes on and then the cape over her shoulders, fastening
it at the front. She picked up Christine's dress and slip and put it in a
small bag, which she carried downstairs. Christine followed. At the Mustang,
Alix openned the boot and got Christine's bag out. She openned it and put the
dress and slip inside. She hoisted it in one hand.
Then they set off down the sidewalk in the early morning sunshine. Christine
kept her head up and tired to stride forward.
'You're walking with a big sway to your hips this morning,' said Alix.
'The straps are cutting into the top of my thighs. Beside I have never walked
around with a full vagina before.'
'I'll sort the straps for next time.'
'Next time?'
'It's all part of the deal. I find the women. You cut off their clitorises.
Then you satisfy me.'
'If you put it that way, I cannot refuse.'
After a few blocks, they arrived at Christine's walk up. Alix openned the
entrance door and they scaled the stairs. She found Christine's key in her bag
and openned the door.
Christine came in after her. They went into the main room. Alix took the cape
from Christine's shoulders. They looked at each other.
'Are you going to unstrap me?' asked Christine.
'I suppose I have to, but I do like you bound.'
Alix unstrapped her wrists from the belt but left them bound. She then took
off the belt. The strapping dropped down. Alix pulled at it and the dildo came
out. Alix took it to the sink and washed it under the faucet.
'And my hands?'
Alix unstrapped her wrists and Christine waved her arms free.
'Time for me to go,' said Alix, putting the strapping into a plastic bag.
'Just one thing before you go,' said Christine, dropping to her knees, 'Just
come here.'
Alix looked at the naked woman kneeling in front of her and stepped forward.
Christine lifed Alix's frock and slip and pushed her mouth between Alix's
legs. Her hands were on her buttocks. Alix put her hands on Christine's head
as she parted her legs further.
Christine kept on licking. After a few minutes swaying Alix came and moved her
hips back. Christine's hands held on to her buttocks. Alix pulled the hands
away and put one hand under Christine's chin, looking down into her eyes.
'That was for fun?' she said.
'That was the first time I've made love for the sake of it. You had better
go!'
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Nero - Appendix 1b (List of Characters) | WARNING, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | <P align=center>In such a long saga as ‘Nero’, with many characters mentioned, some readers might encounter difficulty in remembering who is who. Consequently, the re-teller of Bicilus’ autobiography proposes to reproduce this alphabetical list from time to time, updated only to the end of the previous posted chapter so as not to ruin the future storyline. Where individuals possessed several parts to their names, they are listed in accordance with how they were most commonly known, which often excludes ‘praenominis’ or ‘first names’, e.g. Gaius Musonius Rufus is listed under Musonius Rufus. Those mentioned in <I>italics</I> in the ‘description’ column have their own individual entries elsewhere. </P><P align=center>This second character list includes some of the new personalities introduced in chapter XLVII and is therefore up-to-date as far as the end of that episode.</P><P align=center>aka = also known as.</P> | ` **_
NERO
___**`
By Pueros
__
Appendix Ib – Earlier & On-going Characters
| **_
Name
_**
| **_
Date of birth & (if yet known) death
_**
| **_
Description
_**
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**
Achilleus
**
|
11th Feb 42-?
|
Son of the pirate, Peleus. Adopted by _Musonius Rufus_.
**
Aemilia Lepida Minor
**
|
|
Great granddaughter of Augustus. Widow of Marcus Junius Silanus Torquatus.
Daughters: _Junia Lepida_ & _Junia Calvina_. Sons: _Marcus Junius Silanus_ ,
_Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.
**
Agricola
**, aka Gnaeus Julius Agricola
|
40-?
|
Born at Forum Julii & educated at Massilia.
**
Agrippina
**, aka as Julia Agrippina or Agrippina the Younger
|
15-?
|
Niece & 4th wife of _Claudius_. The product, like her brother, the previous
Emperor, Gaius Caligula, & eldest & youngest sisters, Drusilla & Julia
Livilla, of the marriage of Claudius’ deceased brother, Germanicus, to
Agrippina the Elder, herself daughter of Augustus’ chief lieutenant, Agrippa.
First married by Tiberius to Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus, brother of _Domitia
Lepida_ , making her an aunt, through marriage, as well as a cousin, of
_Messalina_. Marriage produced a son, Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, later known
as _Nero_. After being widowed, she married _Sallustius Paaienus Crispus_ ,
whom she then poisoned for his riches. Married _Claudius_ in 49 & began to
plot her own son’s succession to the Principate at the expense of her third
husband’s natural son, _Britannicus_.
**
Anacletus
**
|
39-?
|
Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Surviving younger brother of _Axenius_. Twin of
_Axenia_.
**
Andrew
**
|
|
Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect. Brother of _Cephas_.
**
Apollinus
**
|
32-?
|
Rhodian slave of _Caius Silius_ & then in Imperial service. Intimate of
_Bicilus_ & lover of _Petronius_ & later of _Rubellius Plautus_.
**
Aquila
**
|
|
Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect. Roman citizen & Jewish tentmaker.
Exiled with other Jews from Rome, settling in Corinth, where he hosted _Paul_
& _Timothy_. Husband of _Priscilla_.
**
Arius
**, formerly Arminius
|
41-?
|
Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Bought as a slave boy & then adopted as his son
by _Axenius_.
**
Arminius
**
|
19 BC-?
|
Germanian Chieftain of the Chatti tribe, responsible for the destruction in
the Teutoburger Forest in 9 AD of 3 Roman legions led by Varus. Grandfather of
_Axenius_ , _Anacletus_ & _Axenia_.
**
Arviragus
**
|
|
Cousin of _Caratacus_ & his replacement as King of the Britannian Catuvellauni
tribe.
**
Athenodoros
**
|
33-?
|
Great athlete, of Roman extraction but mainly Greek lifestyle, from Aigion in
Achaea. Lover of _Melankomas_ of Caria.
**
Axenia
**
|
39-?
|
Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Surviving younger sister of _Axenius_. Twin of
_Anacletus_.
**
Axenius
**, aka Quintus Remmius Axenius after his adoption by Palaemon
|
30-?
|
Eunuch Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Grandson of _Arminius_ , lover, freedman
& heir of _Palaemon_ , brother of _Anacletus_ & _Axenia_ & adoptive father of
_Arius_. Later lover of _Pliny the Elder_.
**
Barnabas
**
|
|
Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect & early supporter & travelling
companion of _Paul_.
**
Bicilus
**
|
32-?
|
Eunuch slave name of a Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. Autobiographer.
**
Boudicca
**
|
26-?
|
Red-haired wife of the much older King Prasutagus of the Britannian Iceni
tribe, who gave birth to daughters in 44 & 46\.
**
Britannicus
**, aka Tiberius Claudius Britannicus
|
11th Feb 41-?
|
Natural son of _Claudius_ from his marriage to Messalina. Younger brother of
_Octavia_. Close friend of _Titus_.
**
Burrus
**, aka Sextus Afranius Burrus
|
|
Equestrian who worked his way up through the service of Augustus’ widow,
Livia, and successors, Tiberius and Claudius. Ally of Agrippina, through whose
influence he became Praetorian Prefect in 51. Close to _Seneca the Younger_ &
occasional intimate of _Bicilus_.
**
Caius Silius
**, or more properly Gaius Silius
|
16-48
|
Described as ‘the handsomest man in Rome’. First slave owner of _Bicilus_.
Executed for helping _Messalina_ launch an unsuccessful coup against
_Claudius_.
**
Callistus
**
|
|
Freedman of _Claudius_ , responsible for dealing with petitions & legal
matters. Grandfather of _Gaius Nymphidius Sabinus_.
**
Caratacus
**
|
|
Chief of the Britannian Catuvellauni tribe, son of Cunobelinus. Captured &
sent with his family to Rome, where Claudius spared their lives but compelled
them to remain in exile. Sons: _Cyllin_ , _Cynon_ & _Lleyn_. Daughters:
_Eurgain_ & _Gladys_.
**
Cartimandua
**
|
|
Queen of the Britannian Brigantes tribe that betrayed, at her instigation,
_Caratacus_ of the Catuvellauni to the Romans. Wife of King _Venutius_ , who
opposed the betrayal.
**
Cephas
**
|
|
Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect. Brother of _Andrew_. Moved to Rome
from Palestina in order to try to spread Jesus Christ’s dogma. Friend of
_Pomponia Graecina_ & saviour from squalor of _Nigerinus_ & _Suffuscus_.
**
Claudia Antonia
**
|
30-?
|
Daughter of _Claudius_ from his second marriage to Aelia Paetina, which had
ended in a fairly amicable divorce.
**
Claudius
**, aka Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus
|
10 BC-?
|
Grandson of Anthony, step-grandson of Augustus, nephew of Tiberius and uncle
to Gaius Caligula. Fourth Emperor of Rome.
**
Corbulo
**, aka Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo
|
|
Governor of Germania Inferior from 46.
**
Cornutus
**, aka Lucius Annaeus Cornutus
|
20-?
|
Renowned teacher from Leptis Magna in Libya. Slave of Seneca the Elder but
freed in his will. Subsequent employee of _Palaemon_. Tutor of _Britannicus_ ,
as well as of _Persius_ , _Quintilianus_ , _Lucanus_ & _Helius_. Lover of
_Servius_.
**
Crassus Frugi
**, aka Marcus Licinius Crassus Frugi
|
d46
|
Influential friend of _Claudius_. Killed because of the intriguing of
_Messalina_.
**
Crispina
**
|
31-?
|
Estranged wife of _Caius Silius_ , who helped to betray his plot with
_Messalina_ to usurp _Claudius_.
**
Cyllin
**
|
41-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A son of _Caratacus_.
**
Cynon
**
|
43-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A son of _Caratacus_.
**
Didius
**
|
27-?
|
Successful gladiator & assassin for _Agrippina_. Earlier suffered a malicious
penectomy when a legionnaire in Britannia.
**
Domitia Lepida
**
|
5 BC-?
|
Mother of _Messalina_. Sister of the first husband, _Gnaeus Domitius
Ahenobarbus_ , of _Agrippina the Younger_ & therefore aunt of _Nero_.
**
Domitianus
**, aka Titus Flavius Domitianus
|
24th Oct 51-?
|
Younger son of _Titus Flavius Vespasianus_ & brother of _Titus_.
**
Doryphorus
**
|
28-?
|
Slave & intimate of the murdered freedman of _Claudius_ , _Polybius_. Later
freed to be assistant & intimate of _Narcissus_. Subsequently lover of his own
assistant, _Helius_ , with whom he forms the early secretariat of _Nero_.
**
Encolpius
**
|
31-?
|
Eunuch slave of _Petronius_. A Gaul.
**
Endymion
**
|
37-?
|
Slave in the household of _Callistus_. Occasional subject of _Nymphidius
Sabinus’_ sadism.
**
Epaphroditus
**
|
32-?
|
Personal slave of _Nero_.
**
Eurgain
**
|
38-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A daughter of _Caratacus_.
**
Faenius Rufus
**
|
26-?
|
Ally & lover of _Agrippina_.
**
Faustus Cornelius Sulla Felix
**
|
22-?
|
Half-brother of _Messalina_.
**
Galba
**, aka Servius Sulpicius Galba
|
3 BC-?
|
Favoured by Augustus, Tiberius, Caligula & _Claudius_ with various important
positions, including the governorship of Germania Superior. Intimate with
_Titus Vinius_.
**
Gallio
|
|
Brother of Seneca the Younger. Governor of Achaea in Greece.
**
Giton
**
|
38-?
|
Eunuch slave of _Aulus Vitellius_.
**
Gladys
**
|
39-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A daughter of _Caratacus_.
**
Helius
**
|
35-?
|
Former Rhodian slave. Younger brother of _Apollinus_. Freed by _Palaemon_ to
join lover, _Doryphorus_ , in Imperial service.
**
Hylas
**
|
42-?
|
Britannian slave of _Musonius Rufus_. Named after Hercules’ boy love. A
‘thlibias’ or ‘shattered’ eunuch.
**
James
**
|
|
Jesus Christ’s eldest brother. First Bishop of Jerusalem.
**
Junia Calvina
**
|
|
Daughter of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , sister of _Junia Lepida_ , _Marcus Junius
Silanus_ , _Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.
Wife of _Aulus Vitellius_ but divorced after being falsely accused by him of
incest with her brother, _Lucius Junius Silanus_.
**
Junia Lepida
**
|
|
Daughter of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , sister of _Junia Calvina_ , _Marcus
Junius Silanus_ , _Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.
**
Kallikles
**
|
28-?
|
Corrupt athlete from Sidon.
**
Lleyn
**
|
42-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A son of _Caratacus_.
**
Lollia Paulina
**
|
d49
|
Former wife of Caligula. Executed as a result of the plotting of _Agrippina_.
**
Lucanus
**, aka Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
|
39-?
|
From Corduba, capital of Baetica in southern Hispania. Nephew of _Seneca the
Younger_. Early companion of _Nero_. Later became pupil in Rome of _Cornutus_
& intimate with both _Persius_ & _Quintilianus_.
**
Melankomas
**
|
29-?
|
Great boxer from Halicarnassus in Caria. Lover of _Athenodoros_.
**
Messalina
**
|
d48
|
Third wife of _Claudius_. Empress from 41. Executed for unsuccessfully trying
with _Caius Silius_ to usurp her husband.
**
Musonius Rufus
**, aka Gaius Musonius Rufus
|
30-?
|
Equestrian & philosopher from Volsinii. Pupil of _Palaemon_ , owner of the
slave boy, _Hylas_ , beloved of _Bicilus_ & adopter of _Achilleus_ & _Tyanus_.
**
Narcissus
**
|
|
Freedman secretary of _Claudius_ , across whose desk all official
correspondence passed, so making him responsible for oversight of much of the
Imperial bureaucracy. Helped foil the attempted coup of _Messalina_ in 48 &
subsequently opposed the ambitions of _Agrippina_ whilst supporting those of
_Britannicus_ , for which cause he enlisted the secret court help of _Bicilus_
, _Doryphorus_ & _Helius_. Occasional dinner host or guest of _Palaemon_ & his
friends. Possessed a fortune worth 400 million sestertii.
**
Nero
**, aka Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, formerly known as Lucius
Domitius Ahenobarbus
|
15th Dec 38-?
|
Son of Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus & _Agrippina the Younger._ After the
latter’s marriage to _Claudius_ , he was adopted by the Emperor & appointed
‘Principes Iuventatis’, or ‘first youth’. Pupil of _Seneca the Younger_ &
_Petronius_ & intimate friend of _Suffuscus_.
**
Nerva
**, aka Marcus Cocceius Nerva
|
35-?
|
Son & grandson of famous eponymous lawyers. Close friend of _Rubellius
Plautus_ & lover of _Silius Italicus_.
**
Nigerinus
**
|
30-?
|
Nullified black eunuch. Rescued by _Cephas_ from prostitution to become a
freedman of _Aulus Plautius_ & an undertaker.
**
Nymphidius Sabinus
**, aka Gaius Nymphidius Sabinus
|
39-?
|
Product of an affair between Gaius Caligula and Nymphida, the daughter of the
Imperial freedman, _Callistus_.
**
Octavia
**
|
39-?
|
Daughter of _Claudius_ & _Agrippina_. Elder sister of _Britannicus_. Betrothed
to _Lucius Junius Silanus_ until he was falsely accused of incest with his own
sister.
**
Otho
**, aka Marcus Salvius Otho
|
28th April 32-?
|
From Ferentium in Etruria. Son of Lucius Salvius Otho, who earned praise &
advancement from _Claudius_ for unearthing a plot, & Albia Terentia. Married
to _Poppaea_.
**
Palaemon
**, aka Quintus Remmius Palaemon
|
d50
|
Hugely successful & wealthy teacher despite the dislike of both Tiberius &
_Claudius_ for his early morals & supposed ostentatious lifestyle & arrogance.
Composed an important handbook on grammar & famous for introducing modern
Latin poets, such as Virgil, into school curricula. Tutor of _Musonius Rufus_
, _Persius_ & _Quintilianus_ , as well as briefly of _Britannicus_. Employer
of _Cornutus_ & acquaintance of _Narcissus._ Freed _Helius_ from slavery, plus
his own lover, _Axenius_ , who became his heir and guardian of his educational
achievements.
**
Pallas
**
|
|
Enormously wealthy freedman of _Claudius_ , responsible for financial matters,
including the operation of the state treasury, or ‘aerarium’. Earned the
alliance & sexual favours of _Agrippina_ by recommending to the Emperor that
she become Empress after the demise of _Messalina_.
**
Paul
**
|
1-?
|
Originally part of the Jewish Diaspora living in the largely Greek city of
Tarsus in Cicilia. A Pharisee & Roman citizen who violently opposed the
nascent Jewish ‘Christian’ sect before undergoing a supposed miraculous
conversion. Held significantly different views to the creed’s leaders, based
in Jerusalem, such as Jesus’ brother, _James_ , many of whom had actually
known Christ. Nevertheless, he was allowed to spread his own version of the
faith, which became increasingly estranged from that espoused by the
leadership, & to seek converts from amongst the gentiles in the Hellenic &
Roman worlds. He was aided in the latter ambition by dropping the normal
Jewish requirement for circumcision & dietary restrictions. Accompanied in his
journeying by, amongst others, _Barnabas_ and then by _Timothy_.
**
Peleus
**
|
|
Pirate captain father of _Achilleus_. Eventually captured & crucified with his
crew.
**
Persius
**, aka Aulus Persius Flaccus
|
34-?
|
Burgeoning stoic poet from Volaterrae in Etruria. Pupil of _Palaemon_ &
_Cornutus_. Friend of _Musonius Rufus_ & intimate with both _Quintilianus_ &
_Lucanus_.
**
Petronius
|
26-?
|
Wit & writer, whose taste for the good life earned him the sobriquet of
‘elegentiae arbiter’ or ‘arbiter of elegance’. Estranged companion of _Titus
Vinius_. Friend of _Palaemon_ & early intimate of _Bicilus_ & _Apollinus_.
Teacher in creative writing of _Britannicus_ & _Nero_.
**
Plautius
**, aka Aulus Plautius
|
10 BC-?
|
Close friend of _Claudius_. General responsible for overall control of the
successful invasion of Britannia in 43, subsequently becoming the new
province’s first Roman Governor. Husband of _Pomponia Graecina_ , natural
father of _Aulus Plautius Minor_ & adoptive father of _Suffuscus_.
**
Plautius Minor
**, aka Aulus Plautius Minor
|
43-?
|
Natural son of _Aulus Plautius_ & _Pomponia Graecina_ & adoptive brother of
_Suffuscus_.
**
Pliny the Elder
|
24-?
|
Equestrian soldier & polymath. Lover after _Palaemon_ of _Axenius_.
**
Plutarchus
**, aka Lucius Mestrius Plutarchus
|
40-?
|
From the Boeotian town of Chaeronea. Met his intimate friend, _Tyanus_ , in
Delphi. _Musonius Rufus_ first interested him in history.
**
Polybius
**
|
d48
|
Freedman of _Claudius_ , responsible for library & research matters. Killed
for allegedly trying to rape _Messalina_.
**
Pomponia Graecina
**
|
2-?
|
Wife of _Aulus Plautius_ & friend of _Cephas_ , who awarded her the baptismal
name of ‘Lucina’. Natural mother of _Aulus Plautius Minor_. Helped to save
_Nigerinus_ from prostitution & her adoptive son, _Suffuscus_ , from
destitution.
**
Poppaea Sabina
**
|
33-?
|
Wife of _Otho_. Granddaughter of the late Poppaeus Sabinus, who had been a
Consul and later gained triumphal insignia for campaigns in Thrace, as well as
being Governor of Moesia for a remarkable 2˝ decades.
**
Posides
**
|
|
Eunuch freedman of _Claudius_.
**
Priscilla
**
|
|
Wife of _Aquila_.
**
Quintilianus
**
|
34-?
|
Trainee lawyer, with career aspirations also in education, from Calagurris on
the river Ebro in the district of Vascones in the province of Tarraconensis in
Hispania. Pupil of _Palaemon_ & _Cornutus_. Friend of _Musonius Rufus_ &
intimate with both _Persius_ & _Lucanus_.
**
Rubellius Plautus
**
|
33-?
|
Great grandson of the Emperor Tiberius. Son of the younger sister of
_Agrippina_ , Julia Livilla, whose exile, for alleged adultery with _Seneca
the Younger_ , & then death were orchestrated by _Messalina_. Cousin of
_Nero_. Friend of _Nerva_ & _Silius Italicus_. Lover of _Apollinus_.
**
Rufus Pudens Pudentius
**
|
|
Very rich Roman half-brother, sharing the same mother, of _Paul_. An assistant
of _Aulus Plautius_ & friend of _Aquila_ & _Priscilla_.
**
Sarapion
**
|
15-?
|
Stade champion at the 204th Olympiad in 37 & first full-time trainer of
_Athenodoros_.
**
Scapula
**, aka Publius Ostorius Scapula
|
d52
|
2nd Roman Governor of Britannia. Captured _Caratacus_ & sent him & his family
to Rome.
**
Selene
**
|
36-?
|
Slave girl of _Musonius Rufus_.
**
Seneca the Younger
**, aka Lucius Annaeus Seneca Minor
|
4 BC-?
|
Native of Corduba capital of Baetica in southern Hispania. Son of the
rhetorician of the same name and therefore termed ‘The Younger’. Uncle of
_Lucanus_. Returned from political exile by _Agripinna_ to become her
principal adviser & tutor to her son, _Nero_.
**
Servius
**
|
29-?
|
Eunuch former galley slave. Slave of _Palaemon_ , freed to live with lover,
_Cornutus_.
**
Silanus, Decimus Junius
**
|
|
Third son of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , brother of _Junia Calvina_ , _Junia
Lepida_ , _Marcus Junius Silanus_ & _Lucius Junius Silanus_.
**
Silanus, Lucius Junius
**
|
26-?
|
Secong son of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , brother of _Junia Calvina_ , _Junia
Lepida_ , _Marcus Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_. Betrothed to
_Octavia_ , daughter of _Claudius_. Falsely accused of incest with sister,
_Junia Calvina_ , & later committed suicide on the day that _Agrippina_
married _Claudius_.
**
Silanus, Marcus Junius
**
|
|
First son of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , brother of _Junia Calvina_ , _Junia
Lepida_ , _Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.
**
Silius Italicus
**, aka Tiberius Catius Asconius Silius Italicus
|
35-?
|
Early companion of _Nero_. Later friend of _Rubellius Plautus_ & lover of
_Marcus Cocceius Nerva_.
**
Sribonia
**
|
33-?
|
Elder daughter of _Caius Silius_ &, with sister, _Tullia_ , first mistress of
_Bicilus_. Exiled to Africa after father’s execution.
**
Stachys
**
|
35-?
|
Converted as a youth into the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect in Byzantium by
_Andrew_.
**
Suffuscus
**, aka Aulus
Plautius Suffuscus
|
37-?
|
Name assumed by the adopted son of _Aulus Plautius_ & _Pomponia Graecina_.
Adoptive brother of _Aulus Plautius Minor_. Originally rescued from
destitution by _Cephas_ , helped by a coin given by _Musonius Rufus_. Becomes
early intimate school-friend of _Nero_.
**
Thomas
**
|
4 BC-?
|
Twin brother of Jesus Christ. Resident of Thyatira, Lydia, Asia Minor.
**
Thrasea Plautus
**
|
|
Noted stoic critic of the Principate as a form of government.
**
Timothy
**
|
31-?
|
Travelling companion of _Paul_ , from Lystra, Lycaonia.
**
Titus Flavius Sabinus
**
|
|
Elder brother of _Titus Flavius Vespasianus_. Like his brother, fought in the
invasion of Britannia in 43 but later became even more successful in Roman
politics.
**
Titus
**, aka Titus Flavius Vespasianus junior
|
Dec 41-?
|
Older son, born in a Roman slum tenement, of _Titus Flavius Vespasianus_ &
_Flavia Domitilla_. Brother of _Domitianus_. Best friend of _Britannicus_ , to
whom he is 10 months younger.
**
Titus Vinius
**
|
27-?
|
Estranged companion of _Petronius_. Cause of the temporary enslavement of
_Bicilus_ on a galley. Intimate with _Galba_ , whose influence saved him from
a worse fate than exile for stealing one of the favourite cups of _Claudius_.
**
Traianus
**, aka Marcus Ulpius Traianus
|
30-?
|
From Italica in Baetica in southern Hispania. Saved _Persius_ , _Quintilianus_
& _Lucanus_ from being raped by soldiers.
**
Tullia
**
|
35-?
|
Younger daughter of _Caius Silius_ &, with sister, _Sribonia_ , first mistress
of _Biclius_. Exiled to Africa after father’s execution.
**
Tyanus
**
|
40-?
|
Name, derived from original birthplace, afforded boy rescued from street
prostitution in Alexandria & adopted by _Musonius Rufus_. Intimate friend of
_Plutarchus_.
**
Valerius Asiaticus
**
|
|
Influential friend of _Claudius_. Forced to commit suicide because of the
intriguing of _Messalina_.
**
Venutius
**
|
|
King of the Britannian Brigantes tribe that betrayed, despite his opposition,
_Caratacus_ of the Catuvellauni to the Romans. Husband of Queen _Cartimandua_
, who advocated the betrayal.
**
Vespasianus
**, aka Titus Flavius Vespasianus senior
|
9-?
|
Roman general. The fortunes of his stolid rural paternal & maternal families
had been rising for some time, with centurions becoming tax collectors & then
bankers. He himself had been appointed both a Quaestor & an Aedile during the
reign of Caligula. However, his career really took off not long after the
birth of his first son, _Titus_ , thanks to the influence of his more
successful elder brother, _Titus Flavius Sabinus_ , & the friendship and
patronage of _Narcissus_. Subsequently served successfully in both Germania
and Britannia, taking part in over thirty battles and subduing the Isle of
Wight. It was his soldiers who were responsible for the capture of both
_Axenius_ & _Bicilus_. He was rewarded for his victories with triumphal
decorations and a substitute consulship, the latter being a great honour for
someone of such humble lineage, as it bestowed nobility.
Forced to adopt a rather low public profile after the marriage of _Claudius_
to _Agrippina_ because of his association with her rival, _Narcissus_.
Fathered a second son, _Domitianus_ , in 51. He retained a strong rural accent
throughout his life, which many other patricians considered uncouth.
**
Vitellius
**, aka Aulus Vitellius
|
5-?
|
Scheming son of one of the one of the most fawning but successful friends of
_Claudius_ , Lucius Vitellius. Ally & lover of _Agrippina_. Nickname of
‘spintria’, or ‘sexual artiste’, earned for his debaucheries with Tiberius
when a boy. He carried his love of vice into adulthood.
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Survey results | results of a survey - non fiction | These are the results, with no conclusions included, merely statistics of a recent survey on castration fixation of males. | ` Survey results: Jocelyn Zavaroni.: `
Number of replies: 37 Date: 12th March 2001
Questions:
1\. Age
20 - 30 30 - 40 40 - 50 50 - 60 60+ No reply
3 8 9 13 3 1
2 Fantasy Vs Reality
Fantasy Reality Other
27 8 Curiosity.
Already castrated
3\. Sexual inclination
Heterosexual Gay Bi - sexual No reply
24 6 6 1
4\. Marital status
Married Single Divorcee Widowed
21 10 4 2
5 Form of castration desired.
Testicles Penectomy Full nullification Feminisation
25 6 4 1
5A Circumstance of castration:
By a female/s slave By male M & F Surgical must By force
25 1 5 1 2 1
6 Employment area
Manual Tech/admin Professional Consultant Management Retired
1 5 17 3 6 5
7 Level of responsibility
Low Medium High Executive
3 7 20 3
8 How long had interest?
Childhood (pre teen) Teens Twenties/ thirties Recent
8 13 7 6
9 Earliest recollection
Childhood Teens Twenties/ thirties Recent
8 12 3 3
10 Other facets to fantasy
Female dom Sex change Nil S & M Other
16 1 1 3 Gambling
Lifestyle choice
Lifestyle fantasy
Fear of castration
Male
Male Dominance
Taken by street gang
11 Wife knows of interest.
Yes No
10 11
12 Wife / partner participates
Not at all Slightly Actively
15 4 2
13a Residing Country
USA UK Europe Canada Ireland Other
24 2 1 3 2 France
Australia
Germany
New Zealand
13b Residing state/ county / region
USA UK Other
Indiana x 2
Pennsylvania,
California Arkansas
Florida, New York
NV, WA
South Carolina
Eastern Pennsylvania
Massachusetts
Georgia, Conneticut
Washington state
East coast, MN
Texas, Illinois Cambridgshire
West Country Europe
Ontario
British Columbia x 2
France
Queensland
14 Birth nationality
US UK Canadian Irish Other No reply
24 4 1 1 French 4
Australian
Germany
15 Ethnic origin
Caucasian Hispanic Unknown
33 1 3
16 Favourite stories:
Cowboys and Indians Interview with a castratrix Dream conference Temporary
Internet Tigress, Drunk, The split Broad Island Angry wives club - From
Russell El-Hani Graduation Ceremony, Final Night series Birth control, My
Girlfriend's fantasy, birth control, My girlfriend's fantasy, obscene
proposal, Peace & Quiet
At the Ranch, Farm hand, Roman ladies Judy's Jewels 5 & 6\. Stepbrother. Handy
kitchen gadget. Milk farm. Unauthorised masturbation, Jenny becomes a woman
Judy's jewels No 1 x 6. Angry wives club series.
Last night II, Final days. Two sisters.
17 Why?
Well written Other
3 Historical themes
Based on loving relationships.
Lifestyle choice
Female control
Women enjoying cutting of balls.
Female being dominant
Relinquishing control
Being made 'safe'
No escape from castration
Female control of males
Being helpless under a woman's control.
These are pure statistics. Obviously there is a lot of interpretation to take
place. My boxes didn't transfer!! so it looks a bit of a mess. Never mind,
hope it's understandable?
I will now be carrying this out and drawing some conclusions. I will return to
the archive with some of my observations. My apologies for those of you who I
promised to get back to and haven't, but am afraid time has not allowed this
at present. Life is rather hectic at the moment! My husband's job is in the
midst of yet another crisis and I'm busy with the end of a project!!! Isn't
that typical of life? Just when you need some space?
Some of the conclusions you can draw for yourself but as I hold the detail of
the questionnaires then I can possibly shed more light on the trends. Also, I
am aware that the results are swayed by certain factors - such as by those who
have a PC and access to the archive. This is unlikely apply to a third world
country.
It is English speaking forum. So it's not surprising that the majority of
respondents are Caucasian. But 95% ? Maybe that is significant?
I do not think the high USA response is unexpected. They are the most computer
literate and also it is an English speaking country. And the archive is an
English speaking forum based in the US.
But I will be summarising the trends during this week and hope to get back to
you soon. I've kept the format as simple as I can as I'm not sure how I'll get
on transferring this information onto the archive? I suspect bar charts, pie
charts etc would not transfer?
The totals sometimes don't fully tally. Some respondents didn't answer certain
questions. On occasion, these I've simply not included.
Congratulations Judy's Jewels No 1. An obvious favourite.
Thank you for your patience. Watch this space…..
Joss.
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Pea Nuts (short) | When I was young we were poor, and I didn't get underwear often enough, I
think. Anyway, my genitals never grew larger than when I was about ten years
old. The longest my penis ever was was a mere 3 inches - when erect! And my
nuts were, well, maybe the size of nickels and hung in my limp scrotum.
Though I was always "straight," I knew that I would neven be able to please a
woman with my genitals, and never tried. I would lick and touch girlfriends,
but could not do more, of course.
I began to get turned on by the idea of castration, and after reading of
animal castration by tying of the testes until they atrophy, I decided to try
for myself... I tightly tied a thin string around my sac, as high up as I
could, and pulled it tight with all my strength. It was not painfull at first,
but became so in about two minutes. I tried to ignore the pain and watched TV.
Finally, I had to release the string, as the pain grew more and more intense
and my scrotum turned a deep purple.
Later, I tried to go for longer and longer periods, until I could stand one
hour of tying off. The result? In weeks, my balls shrunk to the size of
peanuts and hung loosely in my sac. I still had interest in sex, but got very
turned on whenever looking at my tiny gonads, smaller than a baby's. Also,
they have very little sensation in them, and tying off now is nearly painless.
I thought that some of you might enjoy some photos of tiny nuts and a baby-
sized micro-disk on a full-grown man... If so, please write to [email protected] for
an address to send your ten dollars for a complete set of completely explicit
photos of the world's smallest genitalia (I think - ha,ha!). I will gladly tie
them off for you, and send photos of the purple sac, all of which, with both
"peas" couldn't possibly be the size of one of your real testicles... | {
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The Taking of a Man | TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A True slave | ` A guy I know has told me he alway wanted to be owned, to completely submit
to another man. He has never concidered himself gay or bi, as he felt a
commoraderie, not a 'love'. He felt it his place to serve another man. One
evening he phoned me and said he had been on a search engine trying to find
information or others feeling the same as he. Winding up on this site he found
a home. Soon after landing in Eunuch Archive he IMed me and I joined him in
this site, and he was convinced he needed a nullification. `
I had it arranged and performed, and now I have a worthy eunuch as employed in
my B&B;, and am serching for others...this is a wonderful site with wonderful
people.
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A Masterpiece Castration Fantasy | TESTICLES | This is a graphic castration fantasy which took place in a Chat Room. | Welcome to the Castration Chat Room
Nikki has joined.
Hi Nikki, do you want to be castrated?
Ha Ha! Nope, I'm female.
I was looking for a woman like you.
Cool. I've been reading the stories for a couple of weeks now and
thought I'd try a chat.
Would you like to castrate a man, or just watch?
I'd like to do both. I think castrating a guy would be really cool!
Why is castrating a guy cool?
I don't know. I've always been fascinated with a guy's balls and I'd
like to see what's inside the sack ;-)
My boyfriend always gets turned on when I squeeze or tie his balls
too.
What would you say if I told you I wanted to be castrated by a woman?
Hmmm. I'd say that I'd love to have your nuts in my hand :-)
Cool.
Fred wants his off, too.
I'd like to do it in one of two scenarios.
Something similar to "chance to impregnate wife lost" where two guys
compete to see who gets to make me pregnant.
I castrate the loser (or maybe the winner, hee, hee).
The other scenario would be where I don't let the guy cum for about
two weeks beforehand.
You are my fantasy woman.
:-)
And how would you determine who won?
tt has joined
Hey guys.
What's happening?
Well, it depends. The guy with the biggest load could be the
'winner', or the guy who cum first...
tt, we are talking about Nikki castrating me or Fred.
Winner of what?
How does he plan to do it?
OR she.
The castration contest. Nikki has agreed to castrate one of us --
she loves it and so do we.
tt can play too :-)
tt is interested in doing the cutting... sounds like John and Fred
are into a woman cutting their nads????
Oh yeah!
Yep, they are.
How about you, tt?
tt is a cutter -- he wants to keep his nuts.
Maybe tt could help out.
Where do you live, Nikki?
I'm from England.
I could always fly so you could neuter me.
true...
Do you think the entire sac should come off or not?
Oh definitely. I would want to slice everything off right up to the
base of the penis.
You are my dream girl.
First, I'd use a cable to tie off the scrotum and, a little at a
time, I'd pull it REALLY tight!
And then?
Jack has joined.
Then I'd kiss your balls one last time each and suck you off almost
to the point of climax.
Hi Jack -- Nikki is about to castrate me.
Then, if you are really good, I'd just bring you over the top with
my hand, and then...
Go ahead.
Then what?
As the first spurt erupts, I'd jerk your balls down quickly and
instantly slice through the skin and cords with a razor sharp filet
knife.
I'm good. I've got a really nice, pretty, hard cock.
Then, while you watch, I'd squeeze your nuts out of their sack and
put them in a little olive jar full of alcohol. Before you recovered
from the temporary intense pain, I'd flush your sac and all the rest
down the toilet - as a eunuch, you won't be needing that stuff ever
again.
And then I'd kiss your asshole, and you'd keep my balls forever.
You could kiss it just after I got impregnated by the winner. As for
your balls...
Thanks.
Jack, what are you into?
You're welcome. Jack wouldn't know it, but I'd probably end up
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Busted - The Game Show: Chapter 30 | GAY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Busted û The Game Show
® Justin Cumberland 2007
Chapter Thirty
The sun hovered. It had to be disappearing but it seemed to hang suspended as
though the day would never end. The world held its breath and waited. Night
would come. Somehow, surely, there would be an end to all of this.
The car sped forwards, whipping flickering shadows onto the sides of the road,
an elongated monster with an extended lifespan. It would have to die.
Jason stretched his neck to one side and the other. It would be dark soon. He
folded his arms across his chest, conscious of Garth on the other side of the
car. They hadnÆt spoken, of course û not since the gas station û not since the
birthday card, really.
æSo how old are you, Jase?Æ were the last words.
What could you say? The guy knew the answer.
æWhat are you going to do, Garth?Æ
Garth jerked up in the seat and stared ahead, surprised that Jason had spoken.
æWhat?Æ
æWhat are you going to do?Æ
æWhat do you mean?Æ
æWell, you canÆt hang around, can you? Not with my parents coming back.Æ
Garth shrugged his shoulders. æAre you going to tell them?Æ
Jason rolled his eyes back and lifted his head slowly to the ceiling. æDonÆt
you want me to?Æ he said, speaking at the roof in a monotone, sarcastically,
tired of playing the same stupid game.
æYouÆre a real smart-arse, arenÆt you?Æ
Jason laughed, staring at the roof. It was funny.
æYes,Æ he said, turning to Garth. æI am.Æ
æYouÆre a fuck.Æ
The phone rang and Garth hit the dash-screen with his fingertips.
It was the producer. Jason had seen him during the day, over at his high desk
in the shadows, off to one side of the stage. He had never caught sight of his
face clearly, and, even now, on the screen, it was difficult to make out what
he looked like through the network of shadows which hid him. He face was old
and craggy and he was at his desk apparently. At least it looked like it.
æDad!Æ Garth said.
Jason jolted in his seat.
æIÆve done it, Garth. You should have seen it. It was fucking brilliant. The
little shit was brilliant.Æ
Garth smiled and turned to Jason. He mouthed the words æheÆs done it.Æ
Jason frowned.
æWe put him in the butcher shop,Æ the producer continued.
æTell me all about it, Dad,Æ Garth said, adjusting the volume on the phone
till the producerÆs voice distorted. æI want to hear everything.Æ
æWell, we had him on a rope, suspended sideways. ôCan I have some salami?ö the
lady said. ôIÆd like it sliced if you donÆt mind.ö ôWhy sure!ö Mark swung him
back and forth across the slicer. ôHow much do you want?ö ôWhy IÆd like the
whole thing.ö Slice, slice, slice.Æ The producer made a motion with his hands.
æYou should have heard the little shit scream! He wouldnÆt take the fucking
pain blockers. That was funny! It was the funniest noise IÆve ever heard. And
there was blood going everywhere û all over the both of them û all over the
poor dear. But she did a good job û a consummate actress, Leslie. ôCan I have
some meatballs too?ö she said. ôHow many would you like?ö ôWhy only a couple.
IÆm a lady living alone, donÆt you see?ö She battered her eyelids. You would
have sworn she didnÆt even see the fuck there. He was swinging everywhere and
spraying blood onto her fucking face.
æMark reached in and just grabbed em. Reefed the fucking things out of the
kidÆs sack. He stretched the cords out till they broke and frowned as they
snapped back in. The noise! Oh, youÆll have to hear it! I sent the tapes
through. Sent them to your young protÚgÚ there.Æ
æIÆm not his fucking protÚgÚ,Æ Jason said.
The producer ignored him. æAnyway. ôDid you hear something?ö Mark said. ôA
cat?ö the lady replied. A cat! A fucking cat!Æ The producer laughed. æFuck
sheÆs quick. He would have hated that û having some woman there. He would have
fucking hated that!
æôIÆll go on,ö he said. æThe kid could hardly speak. I threw my head back. I
couldnÆt believe it û two in one fucking day. IÆd had an idea. I was never
gonna use it but I thought, why the fuck not? Make Garth happy. We blew his
fucking arse out Garth û shoved a stick of fucking dynamite up there û blew
his whole fucking butt away.
æôIÆllàgoàon.öÆ The producer laughed again. æIÆll go on! Did he think he was
going to win?Æ
æWho knows?Æ Garth said. æHeÆs a strange one.Æ
æHe didnÆt win. He got what was fucking well coming to him. Who did he think
he was?Æ
Garth shrugged. æYou son?Æ
æI cut his feet off. I cut his fucking hands off. We had a Jesus there. Do you
see the fucking irony in that? ôDid this hand offend thee?ö The little shit
nodded. ôWhat about this hand? How about this foot? What about his one?ö And
he played the fucking game!Æ
Garth shook his head.
æôIÆll go on,ö he said afterwards. It was like he gained strength. ôIÆd like
to go on.ö Larry almost cried.
æDid you let him?Æ
æOf course I fucking let him! Do you think IÆm unmerciful? I slid him down a
fucking blade. Made it as quick as I could û but still, we had to seal him up
again. He just wouldnÆt fucking die. He had a split up his fucking middle û
right up to his fucking navel.Æ The producer made a motion with his hand.
æWhat did you do?Æ
æWe tore him apart. Put a bale hook on either side and attached the fucking
catapults. We drew and halved him. He split in fucking three! His fucking head
popped off and hit the stage while his sides went flying. He fucking well
looked at me. A real Marie Antoinette! Let him eat cake! ThatÆs what I say!Æ
æLet him eat it and have it,Æ Jason said.
æWhat?Æ
æLet him eat it and have it, you fucking prick.Æ
æDonÆt speak to me like that, penis-head.Æ
Jason turned away. The guy thought he was funny.
Todd was dead; and the guy was making jokes.
Jason looked out at the landscape, desolate and wasted. He could hear Garth
talking. He was wrapping up the call but Jason paid no attention. The sun was
going down, dipping below the horizon and extinguishing itself at the end of
another day. Darkness fell over the land.
æI think IÆll wander to and fro,Æ Garth said.
æWhat?Æ
æYou asked me what IÆm going to do. I think IÆll wander to and fro upon the
earth.Æ
æThat sounds like you.Æ
æItÆs my job,Æ Garth said.
æYou donÆt have a job, Garth.Æ
æOf course I have a fucking job. Where do you think youÆd be without me? IÆm a
necessary evil. You really should read your bible, Jase.Æ
Jason turned to look at him. He wanted to see GarthÆs face. He wanted to look
at the stupid fuck and see his face; but the lights on the dash were broken
and Garth had become a hollow shadow in the darkness, hunched forward on the
wheel, driving them homeward and into the night.
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The Long Slow Death of my Balls part two | GAY, TG, TESTICLES | The second part of this story in which I imagine myself, Slave Julia, recieving my first taste of the ligiture. This is for ferd78fem and Silver Girl. I am sorry but every attempt I have made to contact you has failed. | ` I had been warned of my first treatment for some weeks before it hapened. I
therfore awoke to fined that as soon as I remembered what day it was I was
worried. It was bad enugh that my Master had compleatly destroyed my
masculinity without him making me a eunuch too. Why shouldent I be allowed
orgasumes? I had been having them most of my life and the idea that they would
soon stop was not at all appealing. It would mean the end of my sexuality. I
would become sexless. Off course this was precisly why Master was doing it. He
wanted to turn me from a fellow male like himself into a sexless fuck slave
the ultimate punk. Someone who could only partake of sexual activity as a
passive subject. That was his aim. After he had fucked me as he did most
mornings I was inspected. He was dis pleased with my finger nails the varnish
was chiped. He secured me to a floging horse and beat me on the ass three
times with a rattan cane. Three strikes was quite enugh , the pain was
tremendus. He then reproved me verbaly." To day especialy your make up should
be perfect. Today is the day I spey you bitch. So look your best for me. I am
going to enjoy this." After I had apologised to him he led me to a full length
mirror. I was by now in my yousual costume or lack of it. He made me put on
stockings and a suspender belt and one of my best,and tightist, corsets. As a
final touch he placed a large brimed "picture"hat on my head so that my prity
painted face looked as if I was a guest at a socity wedding . He took some
photographs he was realy exited and his big hairy cock was bulging hard in his
leather shorts despite the fact that he had allready fucked me this morning.
He spoke" Man its been a phantasy for so long. Kidnap a Guy, undermine his
masculinity, make him my bitch and kill his balls. Today I am realy going to
do it" He then waghed my balls in a spring balance and measured there size
with a set of callipers. He wrote down the results in an exercise book."I hope
to see some real reductions in size quite soon but not to much I want them to
die slowly." Finaly He cuffed my hands in front of me and placed a posie of
flowers in my hands."Hold thease and look prity whilst your balls die bitch."
He said. `
I was forced to look at my own reflection whilst he tighed a thin leather
thong around the top of my scrotum . It was tighed so tight that I imedatly
lost all sensation in my balls. In the mirror I could see a change in the
colour of my scrotum. At first it was a violent red then it changed to purple
then, after about 10 minutes it took on a blue tinge. When, after 25 minutes,
they began to look very dark he untied them."Thats it Julia. Your first
treatment. Julia what are you doing on the floor?" He laughed. The blood had
gone back into my balls and it realy hurt. I had collapsed. I nelt before him
and looked up at his hairy body and handsome bearded face. He had me take off
his leather shots. He stod in just motorcycle boots and black leather
guntlits. His cock was rock hard and juting out above his hairy crutch and
heavy balls. He turned around and spread his ass cheaks. "Lick me." he
commanded. I stuck my tongue right into his ass hole like the slut I am. This
was the only way I would get to penitrate him. His cock went in my ass hole my
tongue in to his. When he was satisfide with my performance he turned around
and ordered me to suck his cock. My balls were by now suffering sever pins and
neddels as well as a less identifable aching. Their was no doubt about it he
had perminantly damged them just as he had intended. Yet his balls were still
in fine form about to send out the sperm which would fill my mouth and
stomach. The contrast in us. Him in charge. Me under his heal. Him in black
leather. Me in makeup and lace. My balls dieing. His balls about to produce a
spectacular ejaculation and,no doubt, an enjoyable orgasum for him. Just at
that point he shouted"Take it ,Spunk Bag, I`m going to fill your belly." and
he shot sevrel jets of cume deep into my throat. This was what my life had
come to. I was his "Spunk Bag" with my own sexuality sceduled to be erased
just as my masculinity had been. But before that would hapen there would be
many more experences for me and many more tastes of the ligiture.
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The Simon Compendium Updated | TESTICLES, MINOR | A link to the newly updated "Simon Compendium" based upon characters created by C van D and compiled and Paolo. For fans of Simon, this is a must-have text detailing the adventures of everyone's favorite British boy eunuch!This version contains facts and snippets from "Simon's Christmas" and "Simon's Summertime Adventures." | ` **This is a link. You have to click ONE more time to get to the story. Thank
you and try that before you write me.-P.**`
[The Simon Compendium V3.0.1 - Click on
ME!](http://web.archive.org/web/20081009133550/http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/S/ea_190256the_simo.htm)
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Amazon Series: Part VIII – The Ball Hunters | NULLIFICATION | None | He rode me hard. His huge cock slid in and out of my tight little pussy. Every move brought a wave of pleasure through my body and a moan through my lips. He squeezed my breasts hard. He tried to kiss me again. But I turned my face. I couldn’t do it. I had an orgasm. My body trembled. He was about to come too. I could feel his hot rod pulsing and twitching inside me. I relaxed my pussy’s grip on his cock. I couldn’t let him come. Then he screamed. I was safe. I saw Tasha kneeling behind him. She raised her right hand. She had his balls.
Ball hunters always work in pairs, guarding each other. It is much safer. We have to be outside Amazonia, beyond the protection of Goddess’s magic power. That’s where the balls are. We have no balls in Amazonia. We castrated all our males long time ago. Even today, we castrate every single one of our male animals, sooner or later. We simply can’t have balls, not those attached to a male anyway.
But we still need the sperm to make baby girls. That’s the ball hunter’s job. We bring the balls back to the temple. The priestess treats them with magic potions and extracts the female sperm. We do not need a lot. A pair of balls can get dozens of Amazons pregnant. But we still need them. So ball hunters go out and bring them back. The cocks are useless. We just keep them as trophies, as our victory and power over the males. The thought of being fucked by a male, and get untreated sperm straight from his balls, horrifies every Amazon.
We ball hunters are all dare devils. We have to be. We are lovers. We have to be. We have to trust each other completely. The hunt is simple: get a male into an isolated place, start making out with him, down comes the pants, grab his balls. It is easy because every Amazon is extremely beautiful. No male can resist us. Once you get hold of his balls, you can do anything. You can tease him, or squeeze him. You can have some fun, then, swish, and you cut it off.
We always let them have some final fun before the castration. The pleasure stimulates sperm production. We want more sperm. But we never let them come a last time. It is a serious crime to waste so much sperm. We always cut off the cock too. That is for bragging. The bigger the cock, the bigger the balls. The bigger the balls, the more sperm they have. Balls must be turned over to the priestess as soon as possible. And you never see them again. The cocks we preserve and show off to each other. Ball hunters are a close knit group.
Tasha was the one who came up with the idea. Instead of just grabbing the cock, one of us would let the prey fuck her. The other one could grab the balls and cut it off. I liked it. I am always more adventurous. It took me three months to persuade Tasha.
I pushed him off me. Tasha handed me the knife. I grabbed the huge cock and cut it off with one swift stroke. We put the cock and balls in their cases. Then I leaned over to kiss Tasha. A successful hunt is very arousing. The bigger the cock and balls, the more exciting it is. This set is bigger than any I have ever seen. But she slapped me hard. "You slut. You actually enjoy being raped." She was instantly contrite. She held and kissed me.
A successful hunt is extremely arousing. Later that night, after long hours of passionate lovemaking, Tasha asked me whether I really enjoyed being raped. "No", I said. "But the danger excited me like you don’t believe. I was like jumping off a cliff into the river. Nobody has ever let a prey fuck her before. He did not fuck me for that long. But I had the orgasm instantly. Your timing was perfect. He was about to come." Tasha trembled at the thought.
We pay a high price for that stunt. Tasha could keep it a secret forever. Not me. I am a loud mouth. Other ball hunters are awed or horrified, or both. Nobody is surprised when the priestesses come to arrest us. The High Priestess herself rips the ball hunter’s scarf from our sleeves. She sentences us to do the dirtiest work in the temple for a year: cleaning out the toilets. We are never allowed to go outside of Amazonia again. The High Priestess makes it a taboo for ball hunters to fuck cocks.
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Two Marines Choose Castration Part Two | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Part Two of Two Marines Choose Castration | Two Marine Men Choose Castration
By Shawn of Texas
Part 2
Shawn waits as Steve spurts his last fertile load of cum into the dust. The
force is so hard that you can hear it splattering in the powdery dust. Soon
Steve has dropped his last load. His proud Marine cock is still hard and
jutting out. Shawn can see a hint of the studs nuts in his sac where he cut
into it down the seam line. Shawn pull the studs nut sack down hard and starts
slicing into the warm tender nut sac skin with his scapel. Suddenely Steve
throws his head back as the cutting sensation over powers the last of his
orgasm. Bucking in his ropes. Shawn never misses a slice as he continues to
cut on the mans scrotum. Steve grunts as the cutter continues cutting his sac.
Slitting the tender nut sac open. In the first step to turning Steve into a
gelding for men to use.
Shawn steps back and surveys Steves slpit sac. Cut neatly down the center
about 2 inches worth. The bent Marines nuts are clearly visible in there home
now. Shawn steps forward and grabs the left side of Steves nut sac popping the
covered testicle out through the cut and into the air. It does not dangle long
as the masculine cutter starts cutting away the tunica from the studs left
testicle. The bent and tied Marine grits his teeth as his unmanning continues.
Suddenly the tunica is cut open enough and the Marine studs testical rolls out
and dangles with a surprising amount of ball cord attached to it.
Shawn feels his orgasm building and quickly strips his pants down and off.
Stepping forward his steel hard Texas cowboy cock zeros in on the bent Marines
ass.Shawns thick cock head eases into Steve. Steve grunts as he is mounted
once again by a superior man. MAN oh MAN you have a hot ass. Shawn quickly
bottoms out in Steve and thrusts hard into him. Shawn shakes as be breeds
Steves Marine ass once again.Shawn can feel a curious wet feeling on his
muscled up legs. He looks down and Steves left nut is flopping around hitting
Shawn legs. Shawn almost passes out from his orgasm. He reaches under the tied
down stud and feels the Marine cock up hard and ready again. HMM wonder if you
are hard from my cock or the knife on your nuts? Steve says both Sir.
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Why penis transplants are a bad thing | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | Not a story, but an actual event plus my take on it. Feel free to vilify me, but perhaps I shall write a real story some time. | **_From the Manchester Guardian - Monday, September 18, 2006_
Tale of the first penis transplant
A Chinese man who had lost his penis in an accident earlier this year received
a transplanted member from a brain-dead man. The operation, performed at
Guangzhou General Hospital, was reportedly a success, but the man suffered
emotional trauma and after just two weeks insisted that the penis be removed.
After 10 days, tests revealed the organ had a rich blood supply and the man
was able to urinate normally.
Doctors have previously succeeded in reuniting men with their sexual organs
after traumatic accidents or attacks, but the Guangzhou operation is the first
in which a donor penis has successfully been attached to another man.
"Because of a severe psychological problem of the recipient and his wife, the
transplanted penis regretfully had to be cut off," Dr Hu said. An examination
of the organ showed no signs of it being rejected by the body.
I do not know where to even begin with this one but I suppose I'll start here:
Just how the fuck do you _'accidentally'_ lose your penis, anyway? Chopping up
some bok choy while naked, perhaps? Maybe he wandered downstairs, looking for
his pants, and ran into his very hungry Great Dane. Perhaps he and Mrs Wang
were playing a new version of tug-of-war and he lost, in a big way.
My cock is sacred, and because of that I don't put it in harms way. You only
get one the fuckers, literally, and you have to be careful with it. You don't
fry bacon with it hanging out, you don't attach your German Shepherd's leash
to it and you sure as fuck don't stick it in Courtney Love. I try to keep mine
well-oiled, as often as possible.
And what kind of 'emotional trauma' would make you cut it off a _second_ time
(maybe it was a Japanese subcompact)? And just what was the 'severe
psychological problem'? Was Mr. Wang angry with Mrs. Wang because she was, in
reality, being unfaithful with every blowjob? Quite the pickle.
But all of this is really beside the point. The problem is the supply.
Think about it. When you're talking breast implants, you're talking about a
manufactured item - something that rolled off an assembly line somewhere. But
you can't make a penis (not literally). The cock has to come from someone,
from a donor. I would like to see how this might be set up. Will there be a
ready supply of shrink-wrapped johnsons at the hospital to choose from, or
will the dissatisfied wife just take her shopping basket to 'Cocks 'r' Us'?
Remember, the advent of silicone made it possible for a new generation of
American males to become size queens. How will women respond when "just right"
is only an 'oopsy-daisy' away?
And what happens when the supply of dead peckers dries up? It'll happen, you
know it will. Trust me, the number of "accidents" that will befall the poor,
inadequate cocks of this world will skyrocket, and from where will the big
dicks come? Well, if we're willing to invade the Middle East for Big Oil, I'm
willing to bet that we'll go on safari in Africa for Big Black Cocks in a
fucking heartbeat. And what happens at home? Will women jealously guard the
secret of their husband's, um, attributes? "Oh, no, Lacey, Jeb is really
small, hardly worth bothering with." Will Ron Jeremy and Tommy Lee live in sac
shrinking fear of any woman with a purse large enough to conceal a pair of
scissors?
It's an ugly future we're looking at, where no penis is safe. I used to
fantasize about getting a blowjob in my car from some smokin' hot babe outside
a bar. But now I just see that same chick running down the street with my cock
held out before her like the Olympic torch. Be afraid, be very afraid.
[email protected]**
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# Andria's Eunuch Slave
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Andria's Eunuch Slave
by Ian Clifford
Mistress Andria of New York City is an incredibly gorgeous Woman.
She is 27 years old, stands 5' 8" and has blonde hair. Although
innocent and sweet looking, She is one formidable Domina and enjoys
inflicting the extremes of pain and sadism.
Bob Holford of New Jersey viewed Her webpage at
www.mistressandria.com. He was mesmerized by Her beauty and
attracted to this Enchantress. He E-Mailed Her:
To: Mistress Andria
From: Bob Holford
Subject: Greetings
Divine Mistress Andria;
Today I viewed Your webpage at www.mistressandria.com You are a
Woman, gorgeous beyond belief and I feel captivated by Your beauty.
For over ten years, I have been fixated with the idea of
surrendering to a Dominant Woman to be surgically castrated for Her
amusement as well as for my own good.
Despite my fantasy, I am terrified by the reality of castration and
have procrastinated making the commitment to have it done. I now
realize that I want to give my balls for You. It would be a great
honour to offer my unworthy balls to such a Gorgeous Woman.
Please accept my balls in tribute to Your beauty and superiority. I
would be willing to meet with You at Your earliest convenience to
get this over with.
I also wish to become Your full time eunuch slave for life. If You
have a position in Your household, I would be happy to serve You in
any manner whatsoever.
You live in my dreams, Mistress.
Your slave, bob
Mistress Andria received his E-Mail but due to prior commitments
took over a week to reply.
To: slave bob
From: Mistress Andria
Subject: your appeal
slave bob;
I have received your appeal to be rid of your balls. I do not
discuss castration with slaves until they have been screened. I will
get My screening agent to contact you. The charge for screening is $
500.00 payable to them. I will contact you again once the screening
has been satisfactorily completed. This should take about a month.
Regarding your appeal for a full time slave position, I currently
have a Personal slave and household slave for My Temple. I am,
however looking for a slave to serve as Women's Toilet for the
Temple. We can discuss the details when I contact you again.
Dominantly,
Mistress Andria.
bob was thrilled at Her reply. he awaited instructions from the
screening agent. After they had received payment, they sent him
questionnaires to fill out and eventually, he appeared for an
interview in New York City.
Upon returning to New Jersey, he opened an E-Mail from Mistress
Andria:
To: slave bob
From: Mistress Andria
Subject: Screening
slave bob;
I have received the results of your screening. The results show that
you are very eager to be rid of your balls and to live a life of
servitude. you are committed and sincere. I still have the Woman's
toilet position available. You will appear at My Temple two weeks
from Saturday. The address is as given you by my screening agent. If
you wish to accept the Woman's toilet position, I will have a place
in My Temple for you. you will have no further need of your assets.
Dispose of all and bring the proceeds when you come as tribute. you
will be part of My household and your basic needs will be met.
I expect to see you a week from Saturday.
Dominantly, Mistress Andria.
Bob hurriedly disposed of his assets and two weeks later made the
trip to NYC. He arrived at Mistress Andria's Temple and was greeted
by a young Woman at the door.
" I am Mistress Janet, Mistress Andria's associate. you will follow
Me.:
Bob followed Mistress Janet into the Temple. Once inside the door
she told him to remove all of his clothing as it is not permitted by
slaves in the temple. They then proceeded to the drawing room where
Mistress Andria awaited his arrival. He fell to his knees before
Her beauty and magnificence.
" I am privileged to be in Your presence, Mistress Andria. I have
brought the proceeds of disposition with me and offer it as tribute
to Your beauty and superiority. "
" Hello slave bob are you ready to become My property for life and
to serve Me in any manner I may see fit. "
" Yes, Mistress Andria, I am Yours for life and my humble life is
dedicated to serving You and pleasing You. "
" Excellent, slave bob. My Personal slave has the weekend off and it
will be your privilege to serve as My Personal slave for the
weekend. Let's see your tribute to Me."
Mistress Janet collected the tribute and passed it to Mistress
Andria.
" I see a cashier's cheque for One Hundred Twenty Two Thousand
Dollars. "
That is correct, Mistress. It's the proceeds of sale of my home and
car as well as all other assets. "
" Mistress Janet will show you to your slave quarters and I will
summon you in one hour. "
Mistress Janet escorted him to his slave quarters in The Temple. It
was a small room with a cot, no door and shelf with mirror.
" The slave washroom facilities and shower are down the hall. Your
toothbrush and shaving equipment are on the shelf. Mistress expects
complete cleanliness of Her slaves. Do you understand? "
" Yes, Mistress Janet. "
" Now, you will clean up and be ready to be taken to Mistress
Andria's chambers in one hour. "
Mistress Janet left his room. Bob got the shaving equipment and
toothbrush and proceeded to the slave washroom.
Even although he was shaved and had his teeth brushed, he shaved and
brushed again. He then showered and dried off and went to his room
to await the summoning.
Later, Mistress Janet appeared at his room.
" You will follow Me to Mistress Andria's boudoir. "
bob followed Mistress Janet. They entered a magnificent bedroom. The
furnishings were the finest that money could buy. Mistress Andria
was clothed in a nightgown.
" Hello, slave bob. Tonight you will have the opportunity to serve
Me. Have you ever really pleased a Woman before? "
" I have some experience. "
" What would you do to serve Me first. "
" Mistress, I would love to worship your gorgeous hips and bottom. "
" An ass kisser. Excellent. "
She stood up, threw off the nightgown and turned away from him. He
got an immediate erection at the sight of Her shapely behind. He
fell to his knees behind Her and pressed his lips to Her Womanly
behind. He kissed her hips and bottom all over, thoroughly enjoying
the experience. He then licked Her hips and bottom all over. The
butt worship took slightly more than an hour. He then kissed and
licked up and down the backs of Her legs. Then he asked Her to bend
over at the waist. When she did, he stuffed his face into the crack
of Her butt and lapped Her pussy from behind. Her soft moans
betrayed Her appreciation of his efforts.
He then asked her to lie down on the bed. He proceeded to tongue
bathe Her gorgeous body giving Her a head to toe tonguebath covering
every square inch of flesh with the exception of her sweet pussy and
crack of Her butt.
He asked Her to spread her legs and bring Her knees up.
" I want my unworthy mouth on Your crotch, Mistress. I will lap Your
sweet pussy until You tell me to stop ."
" Get your mouth on My crotch, slave and I'll tell you when I've had
enough. "
he placed his mouth on Her sweet crotch and began his licking. he
concentrated on Her clitoris. Being multi-orgasmic, Mistress Andria
came many times. After two hours, she grabbed him by the ears,
pushed him away and said,
" think you deserve a break."
" You have a wonderful, tasty pussy, Mistress. I could lick and suck
Your pussy forever. "
" That's nice, slave bob, but we both should take a break every
couple of hours. "
Five minutes later she told him to resume which he did. After eight
hours with his mouth on Her crotch, she pushed him away from Her
crotch and said,
" That's enough for now, slave. So what's next. "
Bob lay on the floor face up. He invited Mistress Andria to sit on
his face and to ride and smother to Her heart's content.
She sat on his upturned face with his nose between Her asscheeks and
his mouth on Her pussy. He resumed lapping Her pussy while She
smothered him. After a while, he felt as if his lungs were about to
explode. He thought she may smother him to death but just then she
lifted Her hips off his face.
" I'm going to teach you to breathe out of your ears and one day I
just might smother you to death. How'd you like being under My ass?
"
" it's a great honour, Mistress and I would love to die beneath Your
gorgeous hips and bottom. "
She sat down again and began riding his face; bouncing up and down
and piledriving the back of his head into the floor and forcing his
face deep into the crack of Her butt. Between riding and smothering,
She spent over four hours on his upturned face. She got off his face
and stood up.
" What's next, slave? "
" If you would lie down on your belly Mistress, I would love to lick
up and down the crack of Your butt and I would love to stick my
tongue up Your sweet ass. "
When she lay face down on the bed, he spread her asscheeks and
licked up and down the crack of Her butt. He then concentrated on
Her sweet anus and lathered it up really good with his tongue. When
it was really juicy, he proceeded to shove his tongue up her sweet
ass. With his tongue deep in Her bowels and his mouth against her
anus, She tightened her sphincter muscle so escape was impossible.
He wiggled his tongue around inside of Her and She moaned in
appreciation. After about an hour of this, She released his tongue.
He withdrew slowly but he forced his tongue back into her anus;
tonguefucking her sweet anus.
Finally, She'd had enough and said to bob,
" That's enough for now, slave. We both should get some sleep.
Tomorrow, I will neuter you like a dog. Those filthy erections will
cease soon after. "
" It's been a pleasure serving You, Mistress and I look forward to
offering You my balls tomorrow. "
" I have summoned Mistress Janet to escort you to your room. You are
an excellent pleasure slave and I may have you to serve as My
pleasure slave someday. But after you are neutered tomorrow, you
will start duties as the Woman's toilet for the household. "
Mistress Janet appeared and escorted bob to his slave quarters. He
slept soundly until the next morning when Mistress Janet awoke him
for breakfast
he went with Mistress Janet to the slave eating area. He was given a
bowl of nourishing gruel and a cup of water. This was the standard
slave meal. It had all the proper nutrients but lacked any flavour.
Much like dog food, the emphasis is on nourishment.
Mistress Janet then escorted him to the Dungeon.
" Mistress Andria is going to give you a final Cock and Ball Torture
session before you lose those balls. Immediately after, She'll take
Your unworthy tribute and tomorrow morning, you'll start your duties
as Women's Toilet. Now let's get you prepared. "
Mistress Janet escorted him to a table three foot by eight foot. He
sat at the three foot end, lay back on the table. Mistress Janet
stretched his arms upward and fastened his wrists into manacles. She
then fastened his ankles to the ends of a spreader bar and hoisted
it to the ceiling. She tightened a belt, securing the front of his
waist to the table. He was lying on his back, his spread legs lifted
at ninety degrees and ready for treatment. Mistress Janet taped his
now erect penis to his abdomen and using a Band Castrator, stretched
a band and released at the neck of his scrotal sac, close to his
body. She placed another band by the first one and taking two
sterile needles, pushed them through his scrotal sac next to the
bands to prevent band slippage.
Mistress Andria entered the Dungeon. She noted that slave bob was
properly restrained and awaiting treatment. She took a rattan cane
three foot in length by three eights of an inch in diameter and
stood before his spread legs.
" I'm going to give you a ball beating you'll remember for the rest
of your life. "
She raised the cane and brought it down hard on his unprotected
genitals. It landed squarely on his scrotum and he screamed. She
delivered two hundred cuts of the cane to his genitals and inner
thighs. His genitals and surrounding area were well bloodied and cut
to ribbons and his screams filled the air. She then took a cattle
prod, pressed the button and touched it to his bloodied balls. His
screams intensified. She continued to shock his balls until he
passed out from the pain. Mistress Janet used smelling salts to
bring him back to consciousness.
" I want you awake when I cut your nasty balls off. My, you really
have a large pair of balls. It will be lovely to add these to My
collection. "
Mistress Janet held his balls using both hands. Mistress Andria,
using a serrated paring knife cut though at the neck of his scrotal
sac freeing his sac and balls into Mistress Janet's hands. Mistress
Janet disposed of the bloody mess into a jar. He screamed throughout
the procedure, not so much from the castration but more from the
genitorture.
" Your balls will be encased in an acrylic cube and will be on
display in My Trophy Room in about three days. Your scrotal sac will
be tanned and used to make an item of clothing for Me. Now it's
time to cauterize your wound. "
She took a red hot poker from a bed of coals and touched it to his
genital area where his balls were attached. He screamed in agony
while she cauterized the wound. She then took a hot branding iron
and branded his flank marking his hide permanently. His screams
echoed off the walls.
" Over a period of time those nasty erections will end. your penis
will atrophy and appear much like your pinky finger. you will also
gain some weight and some fat. These are what an eunuch must face.
Expect some hot flashes too.
Mistress Janet will now escort you to your cell. Tonight she will
introduce you to the toilet box. You will be in the toilet box from
8 AM to 11 PM each day and be on call for nightly use. There are
three Females in the Temple at any given time but when I hold
parties there may be over one hundred Females. Since you are getting
nourishment from us, you will no longer have meals other than at the
toilet
" Later this week I will show you My Trophy Room and your balls
should be on permanent display by then. "
Author's Note
If you want to be rid of your balls, contact Mistress Andria. She is
a real Female Dominant and Her E-Mail and webpage in this story are
real. Expect to be screened prior to meeting. If you want advice on
how to approach a Dominant Female, contact the author.
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Appointment (straight, penectomy) | Appointment
He pulled his car over to the side of the dark road and turned it off. Getting
out, he
looked at his watch. 1:30 exactly- good. He leaned up against his car and
pulled down
his pants. His genitals popped free of his clothing and he began to stroke
himself. He
noticed a flicker of movement ahead of him, and there she was, walking towards
him
with that sensous sway of her hips. Her breasts bounced invitingly with every
step.
He began to pump harder as she approached. Soon she was almost upon him. She
opened
her mouth.
"Are you ready for your penectomy?" She asked with a sexy twist. His penis
jumped
at the word.
"Oh, yes. Oh God yes," He moaned, shoving his protruding cock at her. She
reached
out and took it. She ran her fingers up and down my shaft, driving him nuts.
"Oh, shit. Hurry up dammit, chop it off!" he knew if she waited much longer he
would explode all over her and it would be pointless. She slid her fingers
down his
meat to where it connected into him. She pushed back the flesh at the base of
his
penis as far as she could, trying to expose as much of his shaft as possible.
"We'll have to cut it off way down here, so there's no little stump left for
you to
play with." He was gasping with the effort of resisting the urge to cum. Her
light
fingers on his penis felt so good as she tied it off at the very base. He felt
the blood
flow being restricted and his penis began to swell. He was sure it would
explode. She
leaned towards him and whispered in a voice heavy with lust.
"Would you like to fuck me one last time before your penectomy?"
"Yes, please yes." he moaned. His penis was stiffer than it had ever been
before, and
he could almost feel the warm walls of her vagina encompassing it. She
unzipped her
tight jeans and began to remove them. There, at the junction of her thighs was
the
treasure trove. He felt an overwhelming urge to thrust himself into her. Her
soft
breasts bounced under her tight sweatshirt as she spread her legs and went up
on
tiptoes to take him into her.
"Too bad." she said with a wicked grin. She took his swollen member in her
hands
and produced a knife from her back pocket. She slid his shaft out of his body
as far as
it would go, placed the knife up against it's deepest base, and cut it off.
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Conditioned | TESTICLES | None | When he opened the door, the odor hit him right away. That was
only because it wasn’t the type of odor he’d expected. It wasn’t
like there was a lot of thought or that he’d even been expecting
any type of smell at all. But, it was there. It smelled
ifferent. He couldn’t describe the odor. It had been there, very
strongly, but not for very long. The odor was gone, and that was
just as puzzling as it having been there in the first place.
The door closed, and everything was normal. Everything was as it
should be. He was hopping about on one foot as he was pulling his
shoe from the other. There wasn’t much care in where the shoes
landed. The socks were tossed aside with just as much abandon.
The shirt he pulled quickly over his head not really caring that
his hair had become tousled, but he did take a quick second to
smooth it back down with his hands, from habit. While in motion,
he unbuttoned the blue jeans and managed to remove them and his
boxers without breaking his stride. As they hit the floor, the
boxers remained crunched up in the jeans.
It wasn’t a race nor an overwhelming urgency toward a goal. He
didn’t have a lot of other stuff to do or an appointment for which
he was late. He was here for a reason. But, just as when he was a
child, with his mother there to pick up after him, his clothes
were attended. They found themselves folded and neatly stowed. It
was methodical. There was a proper way for them to be placed,
almost catalogued. He would need them again. There weren’t many
who could just toss things aside like clothes and not require
their use again. He certainly would need them.
The job paid well, and it was fun. There were different faces
every day, hundreds of people to meet. At 20, there was plenty of
time to continue college later. Money had been needed. It was
more like “things” were wanted, and money was necessary for the
acquisition of those “things.” He wasn’t material, nor greedy, nor
selfish. His priorities were just different from what others may
feel they should be at this time of his life.
Now, it was time to wait. Waiting wasn’t a problem, it was just
time for it. “Hey, Matt.” That was his name. He responded with a
smile and a handshake. Jerry had spoken to him. At 20, also, he
was a coworker. The two had experienced a lot of fun, at and away
from work. They didn’t have housing assignments together like they
felt would have been nice after they’d met. They’d been assigned
to watch over the same ride. That was their job, watching over the
rides.
The wait was over. A person was stepping out of his way and this
brought an end to his wait. There was a pinch. It had been nice
that he’d been forewarned, but it hadn’t been anything to worry
over. Had he not been warned, it would not have mattered.
The feelings as he ejaculated were the same as all the other times
he’d ejaculated. The feeling may have only been different due to
nothing touching his penis before or at the time he ejaculated. He
felt his orgasm. His body spasmed as normal. An orgasm causes
that to happen. His erection bobbed as the muscles contracted to
expel the semen his body had created.
It had been caught, the semen had. But, that had been easy to
foretell. It wasn’t a round bucket, but an oblong trough. There
wasn’t a need for depth, only length. The distance ejaculate can
travel is variable, not only between men, but even the same man.
The mechanics were obvious. He, like the other before and the ones
after, had straddled the trough. Width was the second most
important, length, width, then depth.
Bending of the knees had been instructed, though obvious to see the
necessity. Of course, the distance of the bend depended on the
height of the waist. The testicles needed firm placement into the
tube. The tube had been designed stationery. Extreme differences
in height were accommodated by differences in “conditioners.”
Possibly a design flaw, for one size fits all may have kept things
better budgeted. Nonetheless, there was basically an adult size
and a child’s size, and both were in frequent use simultaneously.
The tube extended upward at the start of the trough. The trough
extended outward from the tube. Two attendants stood on either
side. They were there to steady the one being “conditioned.” The
testicles went into the extended tube, the pinch sensation, then the
ejaculation sensation with orgasm. Finished. The one behind’s
wait was over.
As he turned to exit, he eyed a set of testicles and a scrotum
sliding down a clear tube at the start of a long trough. Then,
into the clothing as haphazardly as their removal, he returned to
his job fully “conditioned.” Maybe, he’d stay at this job, he
considered.
“Hey, Jeff. Go over to Building B. Matt will watch your ride,”
the supervisor instructed on his way past.
“Which one is Building B,” it was inquired of Matt. “I only began
a week prior.”
“I just came from there.”
“A Nice Place For Employees And Customers” stated the sign above
the door. “Men In This Way” with an arrow. As he opened the door,
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Sperm Factory 2 | NULLIFICATION | ` Jacob now lye there totally enjoying the machines ryhthmic movements and the
ring around his balls was adding even more to his pleasure.He could feel his
cum starting to travel from his balls and up his sleek shaft.Then he exploded
into the tube and saw his cum travel down the clear pipe into the jar. `
To his surprise the machine just carried on,he thought it would cut out and
let him rest for a while,but he thought what the heck he could handle
another.His cock hadn't gone soft like normal after a wank but stayed rock
hard.The tube seemed to ride his dick harder now and the ring vibrated even
stronger.The feeling in his dick began again to cause him pleasure again not
discomfort.He could see his dick pointing straight up in the air and noticed
how red it was looking.He began to feel his cum building again and as if
sensing it the tube worked him harder and the ring throbbed stronger.He shot
his next load into the jar.
Jacob thought that must be it now but he was wrong,the machine kept going.He
wanted to cry out to stop for a rest but he just couldn't make any
movement.Then suddenly he got an electric shock in his balls followed closely
by another.It was only mild but it excited him.These shocks carried on and his
cum started in his balls again.Jacob shot his load again but he noticed it
wasn't very much this time.
This carried on time after time till Jacob wanted to scream but couldn't.The
ring on his balls was giving him stronger and stronger shocks to stimulate him
and his balls were getting hotter and hotter.His dick now looked vivid red ad
he could tell it woould be sore.
After more ejaculations the doctor returned and told Jacob he was doing really
well but he wasn't sending anything to the jar,he was cumming dry.So he would
increase the intensity of the machine.The shock that passed thru Jacobs balls
suddenly made him cum again.
The heat in his balls was now intense and Jacob could smell burning flesh but
the machine just carried on.
To be continued
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And we cut him | TESTICLES, MINOR | wife and other couple castrate husband! | ` After a year of constant writeing and affairs with other couple who they had
met on the net, and after sharron had gotten pregnate by sonny who was
barbra's husband as carl was sterile and they so wanted to have a child. now
that sonny had done his job it was time to cut sonnys nuts off!! as carls cock
was much bigger and nicer then sonny's and carls output of cum was near twice
sonny's sonny agreed to let carl do all the big time fucking for the two women
and give sonny testosterone when they wanted him to join in the fucking!! well
the big evening came they tied sonny down to the table. and everyone got
nude!! barbra shaved her husbands sack and used an anti-septic to clean the
area well! then gave him a shot of pain killer! then a zilicaine wipe down on
his sack to numb it. then carl made two incissions one on each side of sonny's
nut sack. sharron pushed his nuts out of there sack to hang outside the bag by
there cords. then barbra tied a suture around each nut cord and tied it tight.
then as sonnys nuts began to swell and die!! carl and barbra started fucking!!
as she felt carls big cock enter her pussy!! and felt carls bigs nuts slamming
into her ass!! she looked over to see sharron playing with sonny's dieing
balls! turning color now! as she had her first earth moving climax!!!! then as
the tempo built and carl was about to cum!! barbra started cumming!! sharron
ribbing her clit began to have her orgasm!! and just as everyone came and carl
was shooting his hot load into sonny's wife!! sharron took a pair of scissors
and snipped of sonny's nuts!! sonny ejaculated his last sperm filled load onto
his chest!! they put sonnys dead balls into a small jar with alcohol to
preserve them for all time!!! so both women fucked carl several more times
before putting the fake balls into sonnys sack then sutureing him up. so now
and then they let sonny fuck with them but mostly the only stud in this barn
was carl.
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My Man Bitch | GAY, BI, TESTICLES | Being rather dominant and with my wife's permission I decided to seek a willing man to make my personal bitch. A man bitch I could nut and truly have him be my bitch, one that could serve not only me but service my wife orally also. That may have happened. | ` Dom’s Bitch
I met him at the bar on First Avenue. My name is
Dominick and his name is Nevada and being in his
mid forties now he surely is old enough to know what
he wants. We had a few drinks at the bar and I could
tell he was looking for something. It was getting along in
the evening and as I glanced at the clock above the
bar it said 1:15 am. I rubbed my cock under my pants
as I had done several time so he could see me and my
dick was hard under my dress slacks and noticeable to
my new acquaintance Nevada.
I leaned over and whispered to Nevada. Want to go
some where? I need my dick sucked. He didn’t hesitate
and said yes. We walked out to the street and no one
could hear us and I said; I need a bitch to suck my dick.
You want to be my bitch? He quietly replied, yes. I knew
right then I had him under my control. He was agreeable
and he was ready to go.
I took him to a cheap hotel room I had already paid for
in cash to the night manager, no sign in or out, just
room rent for a few hours. No identification, no nothing.
That is the way I like it.
When we entered the room I locked the door and
smiled at Nevada, he smiled back. I unzipped my
pants and pulled out my dick still standing inside
the door. Suck it I said. He went to his knees and
started sucking my cock and in a matter of one
minute I was full rock hard and horny. I reached
down and took hold of his ears and face fucked
him. He gobbled my dick like he was starved for
dick. I held his head and shoved my dick all the
way into his throat holding him, his face turned
red, I released him and he was gasping for air.
You are a good cock sucker I told him. Where
did you learn to swallow dick like that? He
mumbled as he eagerly sucked on my big dick.
I made him lay on the bed naked and I tied his hands
and feet to the bed. I went to the bathroom and soaped
up a large dildo I had and forced that up his ass. He
was resisting and practically begging me to stop.
I got half that big dildo up his ass and just left it
there. Then I got on top of him and stuck my dick in
his mouth and fucked his face making him swallow
all of my cum.
I opened the dresser drawer and took out my burdizzo.
I took one of his nuts and pulled it hard as I could and
got the burdizzo positioned in the right place and clamped
it shut and held it for a couple minutes as he whined and
squirmed. I clamped him three times on each side severing
his testicle cords and mashing them together.
His nut sack swelled up but no bleeding occurred.
I untied him and left him in the hotel room to get some
rest. He needed it. I went to my apartment.
I have his name and phone number and will check
on him in a couple weeks. I just might make him my
permanent bitch.
* * *
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The biter. | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION | When I saw the man at the bar I knew he would be the one for the night. He
looked so easy. He had no wedding ring, so I dived for him. It was Friday
nights. I wore a very tight fitting top, so he went for me instantly. I gave
him a fake name of course, Tina Wright. I also told him I ran a sexy video
site. Well, he did ask what I did. This drew him closer.
We ended up at his place. He was drunk, and had no idea about what would
happen to him. I stripped him and lay him on the bed, and we had sex. He was a
terrible shagger. He had large balls and a small cock.
I teased him a bit moving around quickly, at some points he shouted that it
hurt, and to stop doing it. I reminded him I was a pro, and it would feel
better in a minute. Then I swayed left, we broke apart for a few seconds, and
he swore and we started again. I carried on getting more and more violent till
I finally suggested giving him a blowjob, then I asked if we could tape it for
my website. He agreed and I started filming with my camera.
I massaged it first. He had an erection and I started to lick it. Then I put
the entire thing, balls and all, into my mouth. He giggled as I sucked. Then I
bit down. He screamed and told me to stop. I bit down again, harder and
harder, till I felt it sever. The blood trickled into the sheets and the guy
fainted. Then I cut up the penis, so it couldn't be reattached. I stopped
filming, rewound it and watched. Then I set the clock ahead an hour and went
around the house and wiped my fingerprints off the surfaces, the door handles.
Even though I'm not on file, if they do catch me, they'll still be able to
link me to my prints.
After doing so, I left a pair of knickers, two sizes too big by the bed. I'd
got them from some whore, from a nightclub, she didn't ask why. I gave her a
tenner and she gave me them. I had another dozen pairs of slutty pants at home
for this. Then I wrote a message in the mirror. That said: Thanks for a lovely
time. XXX. I wrote it in a completely different handwriting and in a color I
would never wear. Then I got in my car and drove off. It was almost midnight.
I knew I wasn't seen by anyone, I'd checked. I'd even put a blond wig on, and
changed my clothes in the toilets there, so I looked like a prostitute. I
dropped the lipstick, wig and clothes in the river, about two miles from his
house. I wore different shoes than I normally wear, sneakers. I went back to
the car, changed my shoes again, then walked in a different pattern, then went
back to the car. By the time I got home, it was early morning.
My sister, had already given me an alibi. She approved of what I did, so
instead, we were at her house, with two friends. The friends approved too, as
long as they saw the video. I would watch it once put it in the blender, then
drop it in the lake. Al evidence destroyed.
And now that guy's gonna be walking round without a penis for the rest of his
life. That proves my point. You don't sleep with someone, you just met.
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If Thy Hand Offend Thee | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A young man who wants to become a priest finds that his preoccupation with the lures of the flesh hinder his ambition until he takes drastic measures to cure his desires. | ` If Thy Hand Offend Thee `
by Allen Baker
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Sean O'Brien had hurried to the
confessional at Saint Joseph's that Friday afternoon and nearly slammed the
door behind him in his haste. The eighteen-year-old boy knelt in the darkness,
eager to purge himself of his week's transgressions.
"How long since your last confession, my son?"
"One week."
"Confess your sin, my son."
"The priesthood, Father. To be a priest like yourself. That is my only goal.
I've always wanted to be a priest. It's my passion."
"This is a holy pursuit. Where is the sin in this, my son?"
"But I'm not pure. Not pure enough. Each day, I vow to keep myself pure, but
fail. Many times a day I have impure thoughts."
"Priests are human, my son. Humans have impure thoughts. Try to resist them,
replace them with holy thoughts. God is merciful and will help."
"That's just it, Father. I try. But all too often I give in to them."
"Give in?"
"I jack . . . um, I masturbate."
"I see."
"Often."
"Umh?"
"At least six or eight times a day. I try not to. Even when I start, I try to
stop. But it just feels too good. When I wrap my hand onto . . . "
"I don't need to hear the details, my son."
"Sorry, Father. At any rate, I fail and sin many times every day. I want to
change, to be good, Father. Please, tell me how."
"My son, God has made you a human with human urges. This is natural. But to
your credit, you aspire to rise above these base desires and to serve Him in
holy priesthood. Trust in God and pray. Now, as to your penance, . . . "
* * * * *
The middle of the next week, the priest again heard Sean's voice in from the
other side of the confessional booth. It shook with emotion and was near to
being overshadowed by tears.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Pleasuring myself was a bad enough sin,
but now it is obvious that I don't truly love God enough. That I don't trust
Him enough, pray enough, to have Him take this burden from me. I read the
Bible and pray. But nothing helps. In the middle of the night, I wake up with
my hand already stroking my hard . . . Sorry, Father. Anyway, I found the
verse in Mark 9 that states, ‘If thy hand offend thee, cast it off.' So I
decided to tie my hands to the headboard at night so they wouldn't betray me.
But it isn't my hand that's the culprit. It's just an accomplice. A means to
an end. But my body just finds other means. The last two nights, I've awakened
to find my hips grinding my crotch into the mattress, just as I create a
sticky mess in my pajamas. So, you see, Father, even my hips aren't to blame.
It's my, well, crotch, that's the source of all my shame. Even now, as I sit
here in the darkness, talking about my evil ways, my crotch remembers the
pleasure it feels at those times and is lengthening and crying out to be
stroked. Even without touching my cock, I'm about to explode in my drawers.
Oh, Father, what am I to do?"
"My son, you are too hard on yourself. Yes, you are a victim or your hormones,
just like every other young man throughout history. But time is on your side.
These adolescent years are the most tumultuous. Ride them out and remain
faithful. If it is God's will for you to enter His priesthood, He will wait
for you. Don't despair. Just continue being faithful, and God will show you a
way to overcome this preoccupation with sex. Continue to study his Holy Word,
and God will speak to you. He will show you the way."
* * * * *
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been weeks since my last
confession, but I have been incapacitated and only this hour have regained the
strength to venture from my bed."
"Then I am glad you made God's house your priority. Confess your sins."
"Though it has been long, they have been few. Father, you are wise. You
advised me to read the scriptures and allow for His holy guidance. You were
right. I have studied and prayed, and He has answered my prayers. He revealed
the true meaning of His Word. I have followed the Bible's instructions and am
now at peace."
"Bless you, my son. Please share with me which new verse of God's teaching has
eased your troubled spirit."
"No new verse, Father. Only a revelation of the meaning of the one I had
previously misinterpreted. ‘If thy hand offend thee, cut it off.' All along
God was showing me the way, but I had been too thick headed to understand."
"Yes?"
"As I said before, it really was not my hand that offended. Oh, Father, late
one night two weeks ago, I again gave in to temptation and pleasured myself.
Immediately after I climaxed, great remorse overcame me, and I fell into near
hysterical weeping. I sobbed into my pillow and begged for God's help.
"Suddenly, I understood that verse. It was my balls that offended. They
produced the desire, the need to jack off. Immediately I was calm. At last, I
knew what to do with my problem. I collected what I needed and locked myself
in the bathroom.
"First, I used some heavy cord to tie my balls very tightly just below my
penis. Then I braced myself for the pain, knowing that sacrificing for God
would not prevent suffering. Then I used dad's razorblade utility knife to
separate those offending orbs from my body forever. The pain was excruciating,
but I was giddy with relief. At last, I was free from corruption of the flesh!
"I used the needle and thread from mom's sewing kit to close up the opening.
Then I bandaged myself so that I wouldn't soak into the bed sheets. Before I
left the bathroom, I dropped those offending nuts into the commode and flushed
them out of my life forever."
The priest groaned at the enormity of the boys actions. "Oh, my poor boy. I
fear you have been misled by your interpretation of those words."
"Oh, I know, Father. You can't imagine my dismay the next day when I woke with
my usual morning erection. I cried in despair. But that didn't stop me from
beating off, . . . er masturbating. There was blood in my cum when I climaxed,
but it still felt wonderful and I was miserable.
"Anyway, all day I kept having my usual erections, my all-too-human urges. I
kept telling myself that maybe my body was just needing time to adjust. But
when I was still having erections three days later, I knew I had been wrong
about the Bible verse. At least partly.
"That night I again went to the bathroom after everyone else in the house had
gone to sleep. This time, I knew I was right in what God expected. I sat on
the commode and stoutly tied off my cock with the cord. I watched it turn red
then purple, as I sat on the commode waiting for some amount of numbness to
set in. Finally, I could wait no more. I quickly severed it with the utility
knife, letting it drop into the water below me. Then I sewed up the wound. But
this time, I bled more and needed to keep replacing the bandages. And I was
much weaker and in too much pain to do more than clean up the bathroom and
inch back to my room.
"I stayed in bed the next morning and told my parents I thought I had a touch
of the flu. Mom wanted me to go to the doctor about the third day, but I told
her I was feeling ok, but just worn out and week from the vomiting. She left
me alone.
"But best of all, Father, you were right! God's scriptures showed me the way.
I have made myself a eunuch, and I'm no longer plagued by impure thoughts. My
body no longer tempts me into corruption. I can now ready myself for the
priesthood without crass distractions. Bless me, Father, for I have confessed
my sins."
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Once In A Lifetime (personal anecdote, gay) | That's what's always gotten ME hard - you can only do it ONCE!
Hi, my name's Ed and I'm in my 30s. I'm about 6'1" and 160 lbs. You may or
may not believe me, but I grew up on a dairy farm. Castration of horses,
pigs, goats and cows is something I grew up watching and assisting in.
Well, I knew I was gay from the time I knew there was a difference between
boys and girls, but this didn't affect my fascination with castration.
I was constantly putting my balls through metal rings and leaving them until
they were blue and cold. Eventually I began doing the same with my penis.
I find that the pain from body piercings (I have several) is the turn-on for
me. Here's my fantasy. I want my cockhead split, slowly, without anesthetic.
Once the head is split and a subincision is completed, the head is sliced off.
Then, slowly, my cock is removed in 1" segments until only a stump remains.
All of this will be done while I am alert and watching the procedure.
Afterwards, my scrotum is opened and I finally get to look at the organs that
have caused me so much distress, hormonally speaking. Then they are tied off
and stiched up and I have a smooth crotch...
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* Since I was a boy .. (personal anecdote) | Since i was a small boy I have had a desire to be a eunuch. At the time I
didn't know the word, but wanted to have a smooth crotch. It all started when
i saw a female friend naked. I looked at her and I looked at my own body and
felt she was so beautiful that I wanted to look like her.
When I became a teen and reached puberty I had great difficulity dealing with
my male genitals. I was driven by my hormones to have sex with girls, but i
have felt that my penis and testicles are very unattractive and should be
removed. I fantasize that I wake up one morning and find that I have been
castrated and hand had a penectomy. When i put my hand between my legs to feel
for my penis I find nothing but a smooth area and a small pee hole. This
drives me wild with erotic thoughts. Even though I have no genitals I start
climaxing and cannot stop. There is a pumping in my crotch and a wave of
passion and pleasure that sweeps over my entire body. I just laid back and
enjoyed it.
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Fantasy Island -- III | STRAIGHT | None | Beverly, my girlfriend, and I stepped off the seaplane. The hostess
of Fantasy Island was waiting for us. "Let me show you to your
cabin. Then your fantasy begins." It was in a beautiful valley.
The cabin was on a little stream. A short distance away was a
stable. Three beautiful horses were there. We were going to start
the fantasy of riding into the past. Beverly was a paleontologist.
She wanted to see dinosaurs roam the Early. I was a dinosaur buff.
I was happy to go with her.
The hostess instructed us: "The white horse has magical powers. His
name is Orion. He is the only one who knows the way. He leads. You
ride the other two horses. They are also wonderful animals. In many
ways, they are like people. I only let those who really love and
respect animals ride them. The equipment
and provisions are ready. You may start any time." It was a nice
day. We went to see the horses, to say hi. We had a picnic on the
stream. Beverly picked flowers for the cabin. We had a light dinner
and went to bed early. I was horny. But Beverly did not want to
make love. She gave my hard cock a kiss and promised more when we
came back.
The storm arrived suddenly. Lightning struck close to the cabin.
Among the thunder, I heard the call of the horses. I ran outside
with only my shirt and shorts on. The horses were jumping around,
especially Orion. I tried to calm him. It did not work. In
desperation, I jumped on him and held his head. I stroke him and
talked to him. He was calming down. Then a bolt of lightning hit
close by and he took off before we even heard the thunder. I could
only hang on. He galloped for a long time and gradually left the
storm behind. I had absolutely no idea where we were and hoped that
Orion knew. He was calm now, he was trotting. We were in a little
valley. But not the valley where we started. I saw camp fire ahead.
A group of women approached me. I could not see them well except
that they were all very tall. The fire was behind them. I got off
Orion, just to be polite. But he ran ahead to them. He knew them and
they knew him. I walked up to them but they ignored me and patted
him. One of them said: "Coming to see Polaris, aren’t you. You
better be quick or she will run away with the other stallion." They
all laughed and Orion turned sharply left and galloped away. I heard
another horse galloping towards us.
Then the women turned their attention towards me. I was now close
enough to see that they were all beautiful. Most had long hair.
Then I noticed the Amazon medal they wore. I recognized it from
Greek mythology books. They said: "Well, see what we got here.
Sperm!" Then they pounced on me, wrestle me to the ground and tore
off my shirt and shorts. Four pinned my ankles and wrists to the
ground. They all took off their short dresses. Their bodies were
all gorgeous. Then one of them mounted me. In a couple of minutes,
we cummed together. She got off me and another beauty did the same.
I wish they did not pin my hands to the ground. I want to roam my
hands over the beautiful bodies.
It was heaven the first four of five times I cummed. But my balls
were drying up. And they kept coming. How many of them were
there? By the time the eight Amazon mounted me, I was a wreck. She
kept fucking me and having one orgasm after another. But I could not
come. The pleasure was becoming painful. The pleasure/pain racked
my body. After a long time, I delivered my load and she collapsed on
me. Then she rolled off me weakly.
To my horror, another Amazon approached. Then I got the surprise of
my life. She looked exactly like my boss, Elaine. Was it Elaine? I
always had a crush on Elaine and she knew it. She liked to teased
me. On business trips together, she told me she was preparing me for
Beverly. I never got more than a kiss. Now she was ready to rape
me. Oh Goddess, please let me have semen left for one more shot.
The Amazon who just finished raping me said: "He is running low. He
needs something special." Elaine got down on her knees. I saw that
this Amazon had gray eyes. Elaine had blue eyes. Then she planted a
big kiss on my cock head.
That was the most exquisite blow job. She used her mouth, her
tongue, her teeth, her throat, her hands. My balls were dry. But my
cock was rock hard. Spasm after spasm rushed from my cock to every
inch of my body. I was crying out in pain, calling her name again
and again. I was begging her to stop. But her talented tongue did
not stop. Incredibly, my balls were stirring. Elaine gave my cock
head a last kiss and mounted me. Her pussy was incredibly tight.
She rode me to three orgasms before I shot my load into her.
It went on and on. I did not know how many more Amazons raped me
after Elaine. But they all needed some kind of help. Some of them
rub a kind of oil into my cock. It make me so hard my cock hurts.
One stuck a needle into my balls and pumped some liquid in. I almost
passed out from the pain. Another one gave me a drink. Its heat ran
through my body and straight to my cock and balls. Had I come
twenty times? Was there so much semen in a man’s balls? This blonde
already had many orgasms and I could not give her any semen. Finally
she admitted defeat. She rolled off me weakly. The others held me
easily. I just wanted to close my eyes and be left alone.
Then she got up, went away, and came back with a knife. "I am not
going to be the only one left without sperms. I am going to take it
with me. The Priestess knows how to get the remaining sperm out." I
was horrified. Did she want to cut off my balls? Then she kneeled
between my legs and grabbed my balls. She made a light cut on the
sac. The balls popped out. She cut them off. Then I passed out.
I opened my eyes to see the hostess leaning over me. "I am glad to
find you. In the morning, I will take you back to the cabin. You
may never find your way back." Pain is still throbbing from my
balls. "Did you produce the storm and the Amazons?" I asked. "I
did. Your fantasy was to be gang raped by a group of beautiful women
and then castrated. You like dinosaurs. But they are Beverly’s
fantasy, not yours. Every guest experiences at least one fantasy.
You will be OK tomorrow." "Did I lose my balls?" "Yes. But I got
them back from Ingrid once the Priestess got the sperm out for her.
I planted it back in."
We saw the dinosaurs. My balls hurt for a week. But Beverly did not
know. She was so excited by the dinosaurs that she had no sexual
desire. We did not make love until we were home. She never asked me
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Acceptance for Martin? | STRAIGHT | A man without a penis is seduced by an unsuspecting girl | ` Acceptance for Martin? `
She had a glint in her eye that made me start to panic. But perhaps she would
not laugh and reject me. Perhaps she would be the first to accept me and love
me.
The urgency of her kiss confirmed her desire. I pulled back, but she didn’t
seem to notice my uncertainty. She slipped out of her dress and turned,
indicating the clasp of her black bra. When I released it, she brought my
hands around to feel the weight and firmness of her large breasts, and pressed
the cleft of her bottom into my groin.
"I can’t feel your cock, Martin - are you shy? Don’t be nervous, you don’t
have to perform for me," she purred. She had turned again and her beautiful
smile paralysed me as she started removing my clothes. "Let’s just explore.
We’ve spent three weeks getting to know each other in every sense but the
biblical. We can spend as long as we like on this."
She was caressing my buttocks as she pulled down my boxer shorts, and her
surprise was palpable as she discovered my secret. She looked up and met my
despairing eyes, then her gaze fixed again on my groin.
"Oh, Martin." And her fingers delved. "You don’t have a penis!" She stroked
the moist, hooded button above my scrotum, and added, "but I like your clit.
Sit down on the bed. Tell me all about it while I enjoy myself.
Her lips and tongue played with my balls as I told her, about growing up as a
boy with microphallus, a condition in which the penis does not develop fully
in the womb. In some severe cases, such as mine, the testes and scrotum are
normal though small, but above them the genitalia have the appearance of a
female urethra and clitoris.
My story trailed away as her mouth reached my tiny glans. After teasing it
with her tongue and lips, she sucked it hard into her mouth. Stopping for a
moment, she said "This isn’t a micro penis, it’s a lovely big clitoris. You
know, I’ve never given cunnilingus before, and I’ve found that I love it." She
sucked both my little balls into her mouth while masturbating my urethra and
clit.
She was taken aback when I came. Jet after jet of hot semen gushed from the
little opening below my pulsating clitoris, onto her astonished face and her
breasts.
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Man seeking castration [S] | `
# Man seeking castration
By: Brian
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It all started when I was in college. I never really liked my nuts
all that much. I would tie them off and let them turn a little
blue. I would never fully go through with though. After having my
nut tied up for a while an intense pain would develop deep in my
stomach and I would have to cut off the rubber bands because they
hurt to much.
I never able to inflict pain uppon myself. My freshmen year of
college I was comming into my own as an adult. I was willing to
experiment and had a very open mind. One day while working out I
met a women who say she could see my nuts through my tight shorts.
I was so embarrised. I stopped working out for the day and went to
the shower. It was late in the day so I was onlone in the guys
shower. I undressed and stepped under the hot water. I didn't know
who it was but a person had come up from behind me and started
fuodiling my nuts from behind. In total shock I couldn't move. The
message became more intense as the warm body drew me in. I could
fel a set of full breasts up against my back and I ralized that iut
was a woman and not some strange attacker. I immediatly turned
around to see to my amazement the girl from the wieght room. She
said that see liked the way my tight body looked and continued to
squeeze my nuts. Sh said hat she was single and looking for someone
to play around with.
I was very exited. She was the hottest woman that I've ever seen in
my life. So we started meeting in the shower late at night ever
night. The second night that we met up she said that a condition of
our meeting was hat I had to be blind folded. So before we met ever
night I would put my blind fold on and wait as the water washed down
my back. Every night she came and we would play for hours it
seemed. There was always something off about our departure. Befoe
she left ever night she would squeeze my nuts. for a little while
as she stroked my cock. Every night would end in this fashion.
Everynight she would squeeze my nuts a little harder and a little
harde until I felt like they would burst.
Something stranged happend one night though. Our usual meetig
started and half way through she sad that tommorrow she was going to
keep my blls for her own. At this I became hard and more excited
then I've ever been. Then she left never to be felt again. The
next night that we were supposed to meet she never came and I waited
for hours and hours with anticipation, but she never came. I left
to return home disappointed. I want my nuts to be taken and striped
from my body but it never happend. To this day I wish for my nuts
to be taken. I would do it my self but I can't inflict pain uppon
myself. Will anyone help me?
PS-This is my dream. so you have to meet my criteria. Woman.
Young(18-25). Physically fit(100-140lbs.). Dominative. And opne
to anything.
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Banding Disaster Pt 5 "Taste of Things to Cum!" | BI, TESTICLES | Banded sissy sucks cock and still hopes. | At home in the country its' wife is having an average day. Lunch with the
girls, some Bridge, feed the kids and wait for her man. He was due in late
from his trip to the city but she'd be waiting for him. She was horny for him,
even though he wasn't the greatest stud in the world. Not from what the other
wives said of their men. Still. He was her man and he would have to do. She
was horny and she had a sexy new outfit to wear. That at least would get his
attention! Hopefully it would get him hard. She knew how much he liked sexy
outfits. Lingerie and nylons. She thought she knew how much he liked them.
But it had never had the courage to tell her. Never had the courage for much
of anything.
Now it knelt, far from home and safety. Knelt between smooth ebony thighs with
its' forehead resting on the bone hard erection while its' lips gently kissed
the bulging roundness of big mans' balls. While its' tongue explored their hot
roundness, felt them shift in their leathery pouch; traced the heat of them up
the rope like cords of blood and the swollen sperm pipes, rich, full, pulsing.
In envy and grief did it worship the stones of this dominating manhood. In
shame and subjugation.
"Please!" it mumbles as it worships "Please save me!
Licking its' way up the shaft. Kissing the power.
"Please.....Oh....Please!" up and down, kissing, sucking.
"Real nice cock for Ya bitch. That's right! Kiss it like a shy girl. You be my
shy girl an' my whore."
"Please mister!....Mmmmph...pleaMmmmph...please man help
me!....Oh.....Mmmmmph...mmmm...Cut that band off me
man!?...MMMMMPH....Sir....Ahhh...Please sir!?"
"Sissy don't deserve no balls, whore! Fuckin' disgrace Ya'll are. Fucking ass
pussy and cum sucker's all you good for! Shouldn't have no balls! Now suck!"
Long sinuous fingers take it by the neck and powerful thumbs dig into its'
cheeks, forcing it's mouth open.
"Had enough of the shy girl baby you now gonna be some head slut!"
With its' jaws pried open the sissy takes cock in thrusts that cut off air and
uses its' face like a cunt.
"Get used to it bitch!" says the big man in his deep voice. "You done nutted
yourself freak! Better you get used to this! Oh yeah!"
"ease...Humph...oohumph...eee....mmmM!"
"Just a nuttless fuck now bitch!" getting ready to come. "Just a two hole
nuttless whore."
On the bed the girl is waking up, coming to. She watches wonders.
On its' knees the sissy gags and chokes and licks. On its' knees the sissy
feels the explosion lustful heat break out; from the deep wells of this real
mans' loins and through the mighty pump in his belly comes the salty life rich
flow.
"That's it. Swallow it all nicely whore. Tha's the only kin'a mans' cum you
gonna have anymore. What ya suck up and what gets pumped up yo ass!
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The Boy - a Vignette | TESTICLES, MINOR | A Vignette, a short one page story.<BR><BR><A href="http://www.slammerstories.com">http://www.slammerstories.com</A> | ` `
**The Boy -- A Vignette**
He was beautiful -- perfectly formed and of perfect proportions -- with an
angelic face, framed by soft brown curls. I'd paid a high price for him -- a
talent in gold -- but he was worth it. I might collect four times that much,
once he was prepared.
It wouldn't do to cut him. I wouldn't risk that. Only one of every four boys
survived cutting. Fortunately, he was young, about three or four.
I don't know where the slavers found him. They didn't say. Perhaps they stole
him. Perhaps they bought him from his parents or other slavers. None of that
mattered. He'd found his way to me. That's all that mattered.
What country he was from was also a mystery. His language was unfamiliar to
me; and he couldn't understand mine. Boys that age learn language quickly,
though. He'd be speaking mine in no time -- most likely without an accent.
He was frightened. I picked him up. He cried. "Shhh, little one," I said,
kissing away his tears. It seemed to calm him.
I lowered him into the warm bath, feeling the water first to make certain it
wasn't too hot. "Doesn't that feel good, little one?" He was dirty. Only the
gods know when he'd last had a bath.
My smile seemed to reassure him. He sniffled, but stopped crying. I washed his
face with a cloth, then kissed him. "You're beautiful -- a treasure," I said.
He smiled back, a shy, tentative, smile.
I rubbed his back, then his chest, before sliding my hand between his legs,
finding his little pickle. It was smaller than my little finger.
It became hard as I caressed it. "Do you like that, little one?" I asked.
Even though he couldn't understand me, he smiled. I've never found a boy that
didn't enjoy having his pickle caressed.
After a moment, I slid my hand down to the pouch containing his orbs. The warm
water had relaxed it, allowing his balls to descend. I called one of the
eunuchs over. He knew what to do. "Gently," I told him. He grasped the boys
shoulders.
Frightened, the boy whimpered. "Shhh," I said, smiling as I said it. It seemed
to reassure him.
I had one of his balls between my thumb and first two fingers. It wasn't any
wider than my thumb. I squeezed, grinding it between my thumb and fingers. He
screamed. I didn't want to hurt him, but it had to be done.
He struggled, but the eunuch held him. I continued to grind his ball, until
nothing was left of it but mush. Then I started on the other one. I didn't
stop until I couldn't feel anything solid in his pouch, then I picked him up
out of the water, caressing his hair, kissing his tears, feeling their salty
taste in my mouth. "There, there, little one," I said. "It's all over now. No
one will hurt you more."
I handed him to the eunuch. "Care for him. If he dies, so do you."
The boy's pouch was swollen to twice its previous size for over a week. I
visited him every day, checking on it. After a few weeks, most of the swelling
had gone down, and he no longer whimpered when I touched it. I could feel
nothing solid inside the folds of his pouch. His balls were completely gone;
but I had expected nothing less. I seldom had to do a boy twice.
"Good," I said, "Now, you'll always be beautiful."
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Male Chastity Slave Part II | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Our Stud continues his story of chastity and slavery and learns to serve his master well. | ` Male Chastity Slave Part II `
i awoke the next morning as Stephan’s naked boy cunt. Owned fully as his sex
slave. He had warned me the night before that i was not to speak and that my
“training” and modifications would begin. Out of my element i was feeling sore
from the fucking i received the day before and the accident. i was also
heartbroken my mother was dead. Tears began streaming down my cheeks. i wanted
to go home. i also wanted this damn cock cage off. My movement was completely
restricted with my chains. Big heavy cold iron chains kept me from being free.
i really needed to piss so i squatted like the little bitch boy i was and
pissed in the floor drain.
No sooner did i relieve myself but Master Stephan came down the stairs. Well,
i see were feeling a bit down today. i said look i just want to go home. You
had your fun and someone will miss me soon. i then realized i broke a rule.
Master walked up to me and pulled my wrist chains to the ceiling so my arms
were stretched up over my head. First lesson fuck is that when you break a
rule you get punished. He the attached a spreader bar to both ankles leaving
my young tender cock and balls fully exposed except for that damn cock cage.
He held a riding cop and said obey or suffer. i then received the worst
whipping anyone ever could imagine. i screamed out in pain as the flesh on my
back tore open. He then held his hand against my soft balls. Instantly
squeezing them until they almost burst.
He then said that having a voice would only inconvenience me so the voice box
would have to be removed. He brought in his paramedic bag from upstairs and
drew a needle of something that i was injected with.
i woke up hours later feeling like i had a very sore throat. i tried to speak
and nothing. He had actually done it. i no longer had the biological ability
to speak. i could only grunt. Well, slave that’s a good start. Now you won’t
rudely interrupt your Master. He left me in my pain to recover on the cement
floor with only my water bowel. Sitting there i realized that this guy had
already ruined my life. i fell silent forever. The next morning i was awoke by
a cold water hose. Master said i stunk like a filthy animal. After the hosing
i was commanded to get down on all fours and keep my knees apart for easy
entry to my male pussy hole. He began pumping my ass with very powerful
strokes. i was really in a lot of pain and with each pump i just grunted.
After he was done i was told to take him orally to clean his cock off. i did
so hoping to please him and prevent further dismemberment and whippings. Very
good cunt boy. i’m going to be renting you out to make a little extra money.
Your first customer will come tonight. Just to make sure everyone knows you’re
mine i’m branding you on each ass cheek. The left will contain a cock shaped
brand pointing towards your boy cunt. The next will be on the right cheek and
will be 6043. It’s the number on the key i ripped off you dead mothers neck. i
grunted in fear of being branded. About 30 minutes later he came down the
stairs and gave me the first, then the second with so much pain. He applied
some antibacterial cream and i collapsed into a deep sleep. When i woke there
was a hot naked guy standing in front of me with Master. He was very young
like me and had a huge hard cock. He instructed me to kneel and start licking
his balls. i recognized this guy from my school. Matt was on the football
team. i was so humiliated because he already knew who i was. He said that he
remember seeming my huge cock and balls in the showers. He also said that i
had stole his woman away at a dance and now its payback time. i could suck his
cock NOW! i looked at Masters and pulled back. Master grabbed my chains and
shoved my head in to the studs’ crotch. Master said he was getting a good
price for this and that i should do as commanded. i began my job in earnest
and cleaned his balls well. Then, Matt instructed to take his whole cock and
start working it. He also wanted me to swallow his cum and enjoy it because my
old girlfriend likes it too. i was so humiliated by that. He then said to
Master that he would pay a $1000 to attend my cutting. WHAT?! i was to be cut?
i had not tried to escape and was cooperating with Masters wishes. i grunted
in disbelief. Master said he wanted a new car and a paying audience would
accomplish his goal.
The next day i was whipped out of a sleep to find Master standing there with
the key to my cock cage. i looked down and it was off. My pussy boy cock was
free for the first time in three years. i still could not touch it though as
my chains prevented it. i was hoping that i would get jacked off or something
to relieve three years of male sexual denial. i craved a hot wet pussy so bad.
i deserved to get some relief!
But something was wrong. My cock and balls were numb. Men began to stream down
the stairs and were forming a half circle around me. This was it i realized.
Master and two other men tied me down so i could not buck around during the
procedure. i grunted in fear when the knife came out. The men around me were
either drunk or stoned. They all laughed at my condition. Some of them poked
me with their fingers and one pissed in my face.
i was awake for the whole thing. i could not believe this was happening. I was
now IT. No male parts left at all. Just a smooth hairless spot where my
manhood once was. I was even denied the chance to cum one last time. i was
nothing more then a sexless eunuch slave. My hot cock and balls were thrown to
waiting hungry dogs. i watched as they chewed and swallowed the last remnants
of what made me a man. There was nothing left of my old life. Thinking about
all the young females i fucked was just worthless. i no longer felt the needs
i had as a young male stud. It was then i decided that my life was dedicated
to my Master. My nipples were removed so i could not feel the least bit of
pleasure and of course no more body hair. My eunuch cunt was fucked regularly
by Master Stephan and the customers. Some were sadistic and others took
pleasure in humiliating me. Matt from the football team was a regular
customer. He told me he was also fucking my old girlfriend with his huge cock.
Something i no longer could to or wanted to. i accepted Masters piss each day
and he enjoyed me taking his shit and cleaning him regularly with my tong.
When i’m not being rented or fucked, Master keeps an ass plug in me to keep me
loose. It has a nice pretty ponytail hanging off of it. He also has removed my
teeth as i’m on a liquid diet and he does not like teeth touching his cock. A
permanent large stainless steal ring was inserted between my pussy it legs.
Master chains me with that now. He sometimes hangs a small be there for his
amusement and commands me to dance for him. Clients like to lead me around by
the chain attached between my legs. i still have the collar, wrist and ankle
cuffs though. Some of the clients like to use them.
Master brought a hot young female prostitute down to my dungeon world to test
me. She put her tits up to my face, i felt nothing. She bent over and exposed
her cunt by my nose, it disgusted me. She laughed at the sight of me and my
lack of male interest in her. All i wanted now was service and humility for my
Master.
Master allowed me to write this for two reasons. First to get you nice and
hard and second as an advertisement for my services. If you come to Master’s
basement for servicing be sure to ask me to clean you ass hole as i have
become real good at it. i can take up to 11 hard inches without gagging. i’m
very proud to be of service to Master. i like eating the cum that collects in
a puddle after my fuckings. Master said i can live until i’m 40. Then i will
be of no use to him and i will be gently put to sleep and disposed of. Until
then i will serve him to the best of my ability. My only other pleasure is the
sweet taste of young stud cum.
Mother was right. Life without using my disgusting cock and balls and the pain
they brought was much better. Freedom is being a eunuch slave. Naked and
smooth and ready to serve!
i hope this story pleases my Master and you. i wonder what ever happened to
that cock cage though???? Remember the girl i got pregnant? Master Stephan
found out that she never had the abortion and had a baby boy. Another story
perhaps???
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Making of Castrati | Boys with good singing voice had a great possibility to be castrated 2 hundred
years ago in Italy. Normally the operation was made in childhood or just
before the puberty at 7 to 12 years age. There were experienced barbers but
also surgeons who made the cut. Naturally the cruel operation was made without
anesthesia, because there were no methods to kill the pain. The barber had
2..3 helpers in his backroom.Before the operation the boy was asked to pee and
then he had some strong wine with honey to drink. The almost sleeping boy was
undressed naked and put into a hot bath.In the warm water the surgeon made the
first serious examination of the boys scrotum.He was naturally also interested
in his penis, which he examined throughly. He tried to pull the
long,uncircumcised foreskin back to expose the glans .Some boys had tight
foreskin or adhesions and it was good sign that the boy´s genitals are still
immature and it was the right point of time for the operation.This exa!
mination was done gently, without pain. .It was almost pleasant for the boy.
Surgeon stroked the soft skin of the scrotum and massaged the tiny testicles
to try how the scrotum was released.He examined carefully both testicles and
cords.He looks also for hernias.
When his scrotum was released and the testicles can be easy manipulated the
boy was tied with spread legs on the table. Then the barber took a sharp razor
in his right hand. With his left hand he cupped the testicles and weighted the
boys virgin balls. The barber then took both testicles between his forefinger
and thumb. He pressed the testicle gently so that the skin of the sac was
tense and shiny. The barber made quickly two incision a 3/4 inch long on the
sac's skin and opened the sac.In this time the boy started to cry because the
pain was sharp.The surgeon pressed the first testicle out from the wound,
bounded the cord and released the testicle from the cord.In this moment the
pain was culminated and one helper tried to calm the crying boy. The same
procedure was followed on the other side. Two bleeding wounds appeared on the
empty sac.The wounds were bandaged and the boy attended for some days.
This period of history was cruel and only small part of the mutilated boys was
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Gladiators - Part IV | GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, snuff | Cllaudius thinks his final victory is the end of his glaiator contest, but Nero decides otherwise. In a horrible conclusion the final contest destroys both combatants who are de-cocked and nutted! | ` GLADIATORS IV: the final trial `
Claudius was hyper-excited. He had won all of his contests and was now
standing before Nero to get his reward: access to anyone he wanted for sex and
freedom from further contests in the arena. But his young masculine sexuality
betrayed him. As he stood with his legs spread apart before the Emperor, his
big cock remained semi-hard, the huge glans peeking from its foreskin
covering; his lemon-sized balls hanging pendulous from his crotch. It was too
much for the lust-crazed Emperor to withstand.
“You have proved brave and victorious,” Nero spoke. “However there is one
final challenge for you to pass, which will place your very manhood at risk.
Against an adversary which I will choose you will do final battle to the
death. This final game will not involve any armor or weapons. You will engage
in mortal combat with only your teeth as your weapon against you opponent.
Your hands will be tied behind your back, as will your opponent’s, and you
will go for each other’s vital organs with your teeth alone. Just to aid you,
sharp metal fangs will be inserted over your teeth. The one managing to un-man
the other will be declared the winner; the other—well he will have no further
use to us…”
Claudius’s eyes went wide with horror and shock. Involuntarily, He put his
hands to his groin to protect his gonads. As he stood there in all his
masculine beauty, a door slid open and his opponent appeared. Like him, his
adversary was equally beautiful and well-endowed and almost unbelievably
large, thick cock flopped over and equally impressive set of balls, only
instead of hanging low in their sac, they were incased more tightly against
his crotch. “Damn!”, he thought, “this would give the other guy a significant
advantage at protecting his jewels.” But there was still his big, proud dick!
The two had their arms bound behind them. When both were on their knees facing
one another the signal was given and they lunged at each other. Claudius
gained the first advantage as he lunged forward, knocking Decimus, his
opponent, backward on his ass. Decimus, however recovered and flipped Claudius
over and went for his flaring nipples. He screamed as he felt the metal fangs
close upon his left tit. Demius bit down, HARD severing the nipple with a
single wrench of his head. In his agony, Claudius turned around and attacked
Demius between the legs. But this allowed Demius also access to HIS genitals
in a deadly 69 position. They went for each other in a frenzy of sex and
anger, each desperately trying to get his teeth in position to scissor off the
other’s sex organs.
Demius took advantage of Clausius’s low-hanging eggs, now flopping in their
loose bag. He snapped his metal fangs, nipping the bottom of Clausius’s sac.
With the smell of victory, he ripped open a small tear in Claudius’s
vulnerable skin bag. The sudden pain, and the horror of what was happening
caused an immediate response from Clausius. He jerked back involuntarily, and
made a forceful attack to Demius’s crotch, catching his flopping prick in mid
shaft. Immediately, Demius lost all interest in Claudius’s nut sac and fought
valiantly to save his huge cock. It was almost too late! Claudius’s metal
fangs tore into the engorged shaft biting out a circular section of the tough
fiberous shaft before Demius could fully escape. Blood shot out from the
wounded prick as he desperately tried to pull back his cock from the deadly
teeth. But that only served to put the head of his prick close to those sharp
fangs. Claudius pushed his mouth up and over the cock-tip, pulled back the
loose foreskin and sunk the fangs deep into the back of the glans just behind
the corona. Tasted the sweet taste of pulsing blood as his teeth began to
slice off the helmet-shaped head. In agony and terror, Demius felt his very
manhood being consumed as the sharp fangs dug into his flesh. With a twist of
his head. Claudius severed the bulging glans from the thick shaft and ground
it between his teeth savoring the thrill of partially de-cocking his opponent.
But Demius in his agony, was not finished. As he felt his own cock being
partially severed, He, too, lunged deep into Claudius’s crotch and went for
his dangling balls. He had the satisfaction of feeling the left testicle being
pulled into his gaping mouth. This time, it was not only the bag, but the
testicle itself that suffered the devastating attack. Demius’s mouth snapped
shut, sending the sharp fangs directly into the testicle, biting it in half.
Claudius would never be whole! He could feel his sex being destroyed as Demius
drew the remaining half of his nut into his mouth so that his teeth could
complete their gristly work. He suffered white heat as he felt those fangs
scissor across the vessels, cords and muscles holding his precious gonad to
his crotch. The fragile filaments were sliced in two and his testicle fell
free into Demius’s mouth. With a feeling of great fulfillment, Demius ground
his molars against the severed egg and reduced it to mush.
The pair were now beyond rationality, each trying desperately to get the
other’s remaining family jewels into his gaping mouth. Claudius’s second nut
soon followed his first into Demius’s mouth where it was ground to bits.
Claudius nearly went mad with agony as he felt the second of his balls go.
“I’ll RUIN YOU, your son of a bitch,” he thought as he went desperately for
Demius’s tight, bulging sac. Pulling, sucking, biting, Claudius drew the
entire bag into his mouth and began the slow destruction of Demius’s stones.
Demius felt the terrible pressure on his treasures as Claudius bit down again
and again, smashing his balls to mush and then, with an ultimate finality,
tearing them off his crotch. It had taken him a few moments to fully chew the
emasculated testicles before he could swallow them, but swallow them he did,
and with them went Demius’s manhood. It was almost anti-climatic when Claudius
finished him off. His whole cock was seized by Claudius’s mouth and neatly
severed from his crotch as he slid the vicious metal fangs across the tough
flesh. Demius was screaming continuously now in agony as his prick was being
chewed to bits.
But there were to be no winner in this match! In his death throes, Demius
caught Claudius’s dangling dick and finished it off: First the handsome glans
was torn apart, then the shaft was severed half-way down, leaving Clausius
with only a short stub of his once magnificent cock.
The two were slowly dying as Nero looked down at the stricken pair. “Well
done, faithful warriors,” he smiled, feeling his own huge nuts and rock-hard
cock. “Now, who’s next?”
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} | 5 | false |
Subsets and Splits