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Hustling Part II | NULLIFICATION | Patrick, a hustler, has just been confronted with his own emasculation, at the home of a "client". | "Why, you say?" he asked retorically. "Well, Patrick, I'm obviously a bit of a
pervert, and I've always toyed with the idea of using my surgical skills to
make some of my fantasies a reality. I've always fantasized about turning a
genuine top, someone like yourself, into a total bottom. Sure, I've tried
taking so-called tops up the ass over the years, and many of them really got
into it. But I've always wanted to take it to the extreme. What if the top was
forced into bottoming for the rest of his life? What if he no longer had a
dick and balls? What if his only sexual instruments were his ass and his
mouth? Then he'd have no choice, but for the rest of his life to be a total
bottom-- a total, complete irrevocable change. And I'd know that I'd been the
one who changed him. That thought, Patrick, made my dick strain in my pants
until I couldn't stand it anymore."
"Then I saw your ad. And I just had a feeling about you. So I gave a couple of
friends some cash, had them call you. Sure enough. They raved, and said you
were quite a good fuck, and seemed to be the real thing."
During his little speech, I was just sobbing and nodding my head no, no as he
talked. It didn't matter what this sick fucker said, what his reasons were. My
fucking dick was gone. Then I looked up and saw him coming at me with a
needle. I tried to squirm away and pleaded with him, but before I knew it, it
was in my hip and the plunger depressed.
"Patrick, this will help you calm down quite a bit. You're going to be here
with me for several weeks. I don't want you depressed and sobbing the entire
time. You'll spoil all my fun. Tomorrow, I'll start you on some mood
elevators, and of course some testosterone. But for tonight, you sleep." I
fell into a deep slumber as he stroked my hair.
When I eventually woke up, I was in a bed with a sheet over me. My arms were
strapped to something below the bed, but with enough room for me to move them.
I cautiously lifted the sheet. I was naked except for a bandage on my groin,
the catheter was still in, and it was hooked to a bag on the side of the bed.
As I came into full consciousness, I realized how odd I felt. I wasn't really
upset about my circumstances. I just felt hungry. "Hey Mr?" I called him a few
times, before he appeared at the doorway. "Could I get something to eat man?
I'm starved".
"Well, that's more like it-- for the record, you can call me Dr. Speakman. And
be generous with your use of the word, Sir. It will make life easier for you.
Understood? "Yes sir", I responded, surprised at my own compliance. "Oh, a
fast learner. We'll get along fine, boy". By the way, I've sent emails to your
friends and family from your email address, and let them know you're on fully
paid "work vacation" in the Bahamas, having the time of your life. It was
rather unexpected, but the money was too good for you to pass up. Don't worry,
I didnt' specify what the money was for, for those who don't know you hustle.
...This guy thought of everything.
He brought me food, let me watch television. That went on for a few days. He
must have been giving me something, a lot of shit probably. I felt good,
happy-- and stupidly, oddly indulgent of him and of my circumstances. I also
slept-- a lot, awake only 3 or 4 hours a day, I'd guess. On the 4th day, he
let me get up, and I walked some. Sore, but not to bad, I guess.
One day he came in, walked me down the hall to the room and to the table I'd
woke up on after the procedure, and proceeded to strap me down. Resistence
seemed silly to me. He began taking out my stitches, and the catheter,
explaining it all to me in some detail as he went. "You're healing up so
nicely Patrick. You won't even have much of a scar, and the hair is growing
back quickly too." "Now I'm not one of those men who enjoys shaving a nullo".
I think a nice thick, black bush of hair looks sexy over a pee hole". I like
my nullos muscular, masculine, blue collar-- all man in every way but one...
he laughed a bit to himself.
"What's a nullo?" I asked. "Oh, I'm sorry. A nullo is a term for a man who no
longer has his dick and balls-- like yourself. You could also be called a
eunuch, but eunuchs generally have their dicks, so thats not as descriptive,
is it?" "I guess not". "Nullo", I said to myself a few times. "I'm a nullo",
trying to get used to sound of it.
Gradually the routine changed to include workouts in his gym. He had
everything I could ask for-- except pants. I was kept naked, allowed only
workout shoes for the gym and wrist straps. Fuck, it was odd, working out
naked, watching myself in the mirrors. I'd squat and was unable to keep myself
from staring at my naked, empty crotch. It seemed odd to me, and I was
facincated by it. He must have been giving me some good roids, because in a
couple of weeks I showed progress, and looked better than I did before coming
here-- well my muscles did anyway.
To be continued. In part III, Patrick leans what being a total bottom means.
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The Visigoths Win the Battle | TESTICLES | A brief monologue by a triumphant barbarian, describing what they do to the defeated Roman soldiers to ensure they won\'t have to fight them again. | ` `
The battle was over, but it would be hours before we could rest. With the
surrender of the Romans, we had the laborious and grisly task of removing
their manhood. Almost a hundred grown men, proud men, were lined up before us.
These courageous warriors had been stripped naked, and forced to kneel on all
fours with their legs spread. We raped them, taking their manhood from them by
penetrating them as women - and taking their balls from them.
One by one, we worked our way down the line. Grab their balls firmly, force
entry, and fuck their asses as they blush in humiliation and pain. As we push
in and out of their bodies, we massage their testicles until they loosen and
can be pulled downwards low enough to be easily cut from them with a sharp
knife. The weight of a man's severed balls feels powerful in the palm of the
hand. I can almost feel the verility oozing out of them and flowing up my arm
as I destroy their warrior spirit. There are so many men to sodomize, we work
in shifts. Some men can perform repeatedly, but I take time to reload my vital
essences. Soon the field is littered with severed testicles as we permanantly
end each soldier's family line. I am entering the final soldier, and his balls
are large in my hand as I fondle them gently. They hang low and heavy, draped
by a large proud penis that is truly magnificent. The proud warrior lowers his
head as I thrust in and out of him. I pull his large seed sacks away from his
body, and with a trembling hand, I bring my knife through the small web of
flesh that holds his dearest organs to him and my semen shoots into his
bowels. We scream together, and for a moment a bond is made as he spills his
blood upon me and I spurt my essense into him. His nuts are heavy in my hand,
and I crush the mighty organs with all my might, emptying them as my own
finish emptying.
Finally, our work is done, and we wash our bloody hands as the Romans try to
quench the bleeding between their legs. Most of them will live to return to
their land, docile as sheep for the rest of their lives.
Our tribe instills fear in the hearts of the soldiers. But we know the
consequences should we one day be defeated. A price rests on each of hour
heads, and if taken alive, we would be subjected to a cruel public mutiliation
in the great colliseum. I can only imagine what the emporor would dream up as
a fitting punishment for our gelding of so many of their soldiers.
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Matron's Hunger. Part 2. | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | A Matrons hunger for castration. | ` We followed Kate across the field to the sheds, running as fast as we could.
I felt a strange sort of excitment now. We crept in the back door and climbed
the wooden stairs to the loft as quitely as we could. Lying on our tummies we
were able to see down into the shed with it`s rows of pens containing the
pigs. We saw Kate`s dad, a farmhand, and Anne Taylor. She was an middle aged
woman who worked around the local farms. She was dirty looking and we all
usully kept away from her as we considered her a bit strange. `
The farmhand was a boy called Steve, who had worked for Kate`s dad for some
time. Kate`s dad , Fred, and the farmhand were hauling a hog out of one of the
pens. They dragged the animal across to an elevated device right underneath us
and lifted him on to it . The pig was then secured , on his back, with straps.
There was no chance of us being heard because the din was terrific. The pig
never stopped screaming. I could see now that it was a boy pig. I could see
it`s huge balls clearly now. I felt a strange sort of excitment now, I knew
something was going to happen. I did not know what, but something was going to
be done to the pig, something naughty. It was going to be done to him because
he was a boy pig. My face was flushed with excitment now. He was tied tied
down with his legs apart. His balls were exposed. It`s his balls, something is
going to be done to his balls. Kate mentioned a knife. Surely they are not
going to, to...... I could hardly breath , my heart pounding. I could feel
wetness between my legs now.
" It`s a boy pig " I said rather stupidly to Kate.
" Of course it`s a fucking boy pig" she whispered, only boy pigs get this done
to them, poor little fuckers. Anyway, he is not going to be a boy for much
longer. Look, she is starting to do him".
We peered over the edge. Mrs.Taylor was holding the pigs balls between the
fingers of one hand , squeezing tightly. In the other hand she held a scalpel.
Now I knew what was coming. She cut into the pigs testicle. He was screaming
now, screaming with the pain of it . The bloody stone was in her fingers now,
he trashed and screamed as she started to cut the cord that attached it to
him. My whole body convulsed, and I could feel the growing wetness between my
legs. I almost passed out. I could hear the screaming as she took his second
stone. I was exhausted by the time the last pig was done, utterly spent. I was
exhausted, but I had never felt so horny. I felt a little guilty, those poor
boy pigs had suffered the pain of castration, had screamed as their balls were
cut out, and I had enjoyed watching them being done. I had actually wanted
them to scream as the knife cut their testicles. The louder they screamed the
randier I had felt.
To be continued.
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Thecia’s Consultancy | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | This story is fiction and not for minors. Coal miners are ok though if they are old enough.THecia helps out. | Thecia’s Consultancy
My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old “Cutter.” I do my job well and I like it.
In my day job I’m an engineer.
Olivia, one of the slave owners that I work for on occasion called me through
“Digger’ for some advice.
She belonged to a small group of women who called themselves, “The Repair
Committee.”
Each was a mistress and each “owned” several slaves and each woman “owned” at
least one nutted slave.
Every hard core Mistress loves degrading men in every way that they can, these
women were no different.
I was invited to a meeting in a fashionable home in Fort Worth. I learned that
every one there was obsessed with deballing men. I like to do it, but I get
paid to cut and it’s almost always willing men.
I learned that this alliance had already castrated three men. The last one
almost died from the botched procedure, hence the reason for my summons.
The first man was entering a club in Dallas known for giving “happy endings”
to its clients. Laila, one of the women, was provocatively dressed and
approached the guy with an elated “Hi!” He bit, she told him that she was
going to a party and needed a date. She had him drive to a brand new house in
Grapevine, TX not too far from Dallas. The house was actually a new model home
and one of the women had stolen the keys. They entered and five women, each
with a drink in her hand, greeted them. The man took the drink that was
offered and was soon groggy from the drugs it contained.
Laila took him to a bedroom and told him that it was his lucky day. As Laila
undressed him she marveled at her luck in finding such a hung guy. He had a
great dick and huge balls. She sucked him off until great gobs of thick rich
cum filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop and smiled. Laila stepped aside
for Olivia who used her talented lips to get him hard again. The five women
used him until there wasn’t a drop of cum left in his depleted balls.
When the last of the women, Karen, had finished with him, Laila using a
serrated kitchen knife, crudely pulled his scrotum down as far as it would go
and sliced his whole nutsack off. Just before the knife did its work, he
partially awoke and realized that his balls were about to go. He strained for
all of his worth but the duct tape bindings held. Now it was too late, he saw
rather then felt his balls leave his body.
The women put the severed orbs and their sack in alcohol. They then drove him
to the Mercy Hospital and dropped him in the parking lot. A call to the
hospital got him the attention he needed.
Their second victim was leaving a bar in Irving, TX when Carolyn literally
bumped into him. She dropped her purse and the man helped her pick it up. From
that point it was easy. They used the same gambit, the party, and he gladly
took the first (drugged) drink that was offered to him. He had a much smaller
package and one of the women even suggested that they “throw him back.” But
that didn’t happen. The women reversed order so a different woman got the
fresh meat and others got sloppy seconds. His small nuts were hacked off in
the same way and also put in alcohol.
The third one was the problem. Laila was to be the bait for the second time.
The man was leaving a Wal-Mart in Grand Prairie, TX when she feigned car
trouble. He was about 6’ 3” and a muscled 250 lbs. When the car started she
asked him to a “party.” He said that he had to get back to his wife and kids
and couldn’t go. She pleaded, saying that she would make it up to him. Her
hand on his leg convinced him. Outside the house she unzipped his Levi’s,
popped an Altoid into her mouth and slipped her lips over his huge dick. When
he shot his big load she lost count at the seventh rope like spurt. She
thought, “This one’s a keeper.” Later inside the party each woman used this
huge dick until he was completely drained.
It was to be Karen’s turn to make a steer out of a bull. Without hesitation,
she drew the sharp knife across the neck of his ball sack. It didn’t go
completely through and she had to saw it off. She was shaking and when the
warm sack full of big balls fell into her hands she fumbled and the nuts fell
out of the sack, rolled down his leg, across the sheets and made a soft
“thump” sound as each hit the hardwood floor. At the same moment they all
noticed that blood was not just seeping as in the last two men but spurting
out. They forced a towel into the wound and raced him to another hospital.
They later learned that he almost didn’t make it.
What they wanted from me was knowledge. They wanted me to teach them how to
nut a man successfully.
My first advice was to toss the alcohol and use formaldehyde. The Severed nuts
would rot in alcohol but they would last forever in formaldehyde.
I also told them to geographically spread their hobby out, they already had
the Dallas police in a tizzy over the bloody crime spree.
I agreed to do the next cutting for them. We drove to Abilene, TX, much
further away but still too close in my opinion. I put on my brassy blonde wig,
too much make up, a severe push-up bra and a pair of “fuck me” high heels. We
went to a pick-up bar called the Midnight Rodeo. Laila and I walked in and
were hit on by cowboys from every side. There were too many witnesses so we
left and returned at closing time.
A good looking, albeit drunk, 25 year guy bought us a drink and sat next to
me. Within five minutes we left with him in tow. We promised him a threesome
with both of us.
It was only a three minute drive to the Best Western Motel where we had
already rented a room and paid cash. We promised him a threesome and in the
end he got five women. The guy was in heaven, at least for a little while. He
greedily drank the offered cocktail with Digger’s potion in it.
Despite being drugged and drunk, he managed to pump out four good loads. I lay
in the bed, he pulled my thong off and went down on me, at the same time Laila
slid under his balls and began to blow him. The other three women slipped into
the room and began to caress him. By the time we were finished he had had his
dick wet in five women and had four completed blow jobs. He was exhausted. His
talented tongue had made me cum three or four times.
He showed alarm as we duct taped his wrists to the bed frame, but we assured
him that it was all in fun. We taped his legs and kept a piece of tape to put
across his mouth later. Karen straddled his face and lowered her (just fucked)
pussy down, as she did it she said, “Work out, cowboy.”
He almost didn’t notice us shaving his pubic hair. I taped his now spent dick
to his stomach. I massaged his nice balls and he didn’t make a move until the
scalpel cut into the side of his ball sack. He tried to scream but Karen
pressed her dripping pussy against his mouth. His right hand somehow escaped
from the binding and he punched Karen in the shoulder, knocking her off of the
bed. As he flailed with his free hand I grabbed his balls and squeezed for all
I was worth. That stopped him and he calmly allowed us to re-tape his wrist.
I showed the women how to slit the sack and tie off the cords and ducts there.
I popped each ball out of the sack and deftly snipped the cord bundle. The
first warm ball fell into my hand and the cowboy fainted. The second one
followed and each woman took turns ooing and awing the now dead nuts. I taught
the women how to sew the wounds and finish the job.
I did two more cuttings with them until I thought they could safely do it on
their own.
The group has cut over 20 sets so far and intends to do many more.
The following morning we drove back to Dallas. The five of us stopped at the
Iron Skillet Restaurant in Weatherford TX, three of us had short ribs of beef
(the daily special) and the rest had the other special, English style fish and
chips. We shared several pitchers of iced tea. I explained to the girls how,
in my experience, deballing makes you very hungry.
Respectfully Submitted
Thecia
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The Husband | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | The wife watches her husband lose his cock at close quarter and has a trophy to remember the event by. | Despite his groans of pain the man had already had a thick needle pushed
through the thick shaft of his hard penis, at about the mid-point of it's 8
inch length. The dominatrix had then continued to pull the needle through,
which was attached by nylon to a bar. The nylon was cut and the bar sat
through the penis. The neck chain was now attached to the eye holes at each
end of the bar and the wife was called forward.
The wife knelt and accepted the chain around her neck. She took her husband's
cock in her mouth and fellated it carefully so that it wasn't over too soon
for the watching group. After allowing the expectation to build and bringing
the crowd, wife and husband to a state of unbearable anticipation the
dominatrix simply said, "Do it".
The wife quickened her sucking but it didn't take much, her husband was in
such a state of excitement on hearing it was about to happen. The wife felt
her husband's sperm begin spurting into her mouth. For a second she closed her
eyes in contentment but quickly reminded herself to open them. The blade of
the guilloteen was already moving down as the dominatrix forced down the
handle of the hand operated device.
For a second the wife saw the blade above her husband's penis and then it went
slack and she involentarily sat back from her husband with his severed penis
sticking out from her mouth. She heard the distant groans of members of the
crowd as they came, her own moan as she climaxed and above it all the terrible
scream of her husband as the reality that his cock had been chopped off sank
in. Becoming more aware the wife looked at the round red sore where her
husband's cock had been and open mouthed, the chain went taught as his cock
fell and hung proudly around her neck.
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Dr. Jykl and Ms. Hyde | BI, NULLIFICATION | None | I was Dr. Jykl. It was many years ago. The mission of my life was t
o find the elixir of long life. It turned out to be a dead end. But
it did not matter.
I tried for years without success. Then a break through. A friend
of mine, Tina, was an archeologist. She discovered an ancient city,
long disappeared. She gave me a copy of an ancient manuscript by a
sorcerer. The manuscript was mostly burned. But one chapter gave a
very detail description of the formula. The rest were missing.
Tina found another sheet of paper a few feet away. She believed that
it was the last page of the manuscript. It was also burned. Only
one sentence remained: "Although …, it was worth it." Tina
recognized the writer too. He was Impotec, one of the most famous
sorcerer of antiquity. His power was legendary.
I lived and worked in an old mansion on the edge of the city. It
gave me lots of room and privacy. Tina was back from the dig. After
several years out there, she wanted to enjoy city life a bit. She
took a job in the university. "I am tired of adventure. I want to
enjoy a relaxing lifestyle before going back to the wild. We will
get together from time to time. It’s like old time. Too bad you are
not a girl. Otherwise I will marry you and settle down."
It was hard to duplicate the formula. Impotec’s sophistication was
amazing. I failed four times before I finally succeeded. It was
almost dusk when I had the elixir in my hand. I wandered to the
window to look at the setting sun. I loved the scene. Should I
drink it? Could I shrink from the dream I had been chasing all these
years? Would it turn into a nightmare? Impotec wrote that it was
worth it. What was worth it? He did not live forever. I drank the
potion. It tasted slightly bitter, but exciting, like a strong
drink. I was very nervous, and was relieved to feel nothing. Tina
promised to stop by and have dinner. She wanted to make sure that I
was all right. I told her I would drink the potion as soon as I got
it.
It came gradually. It started out light, almost a tinkling feeling.
But the pain grew stronger and stronger. Was the potion poisonous?
Did Impotec suffer this pain as well? Was it worth it for him? I
struggle to go back to the bedroom, but collapsed on the hallway. It
was totally dark when Tina let herself in. She was very shocked. I
was changing. If she would have arrived half an hour later, she
would not have recognized me. After putting me in bed, she went to
get help. But I stopped her. I could not bear being alone.
The pain was subsiding. Tina was amazed. She told me the potion
must be it. She had no doubt. Impotec really was the greatest
sorcerer of all time. She let me go to the bathroom. I had to take
a shower after that ordeal. I was sweating like a runner in summer.
When I took off my gown, I was amazed too. I had become a woman!
Tina held my big firm tits and said: "Now I will marry you. You have
the best of male and female. After years of trying to get me in bed,
you will find out if I am worth your while."
Some of my manhood remained, all ten inches of it, in fact. And the
balls. It was wild. The potion turned me into a beautiful woman
with cock and balls. Tina did not hesitate. She took off her dress
and joined me in the bathtub. She had always been a daredevil. She
was not going to let this get away. After hours of wild lovemaking,
we collapsed in my huge bed and slept soundly.
The next day we woke up late. It was a shock and a huge
disappointment. I changed back into a man. Tina was flabbergast.
We stayed in the house, hardly talking or doing anything else. The
surprise came at dusk. I felt the pain just like the day before.
The transformation began again. Half an hour after sunset, I was a
beautiful woman again!
It was a strange double life. The day passed slowly. I could not
wait for the transformation. The nights were exciting. She gave me
a new name: Bambi Hyde. Tina and I were of the same size. She
bought all my evening clothes for me. And lingerie too. She bought
only the sexiest dresses. I was proud of my breasts. I loved to
show them off. But I did not want to wear anything that showed too
much leg. I had long sexy legs (at night). But I was afraid of
showing what lied between them as well. My protest fell on deaf
ears. Not only were the dresses revealing, they were the thinnest
she could find. Tina was an exhibitionist through and through. She
liked to make love in public places. I was often scared, but went
along. How can one, male or female, turn down a woman as sexy as
Tina?
We went to a club that Tina heard about through the grapevine. It
was outside the city, in a very isolated place. The building was at
least three hundred yards off the road, well hidden by tall trees.
The closest neighbor was at least two miles away. Even with exact
instructions, we still missed the place twice.
When we got there, action was in full swing. The bouncer was a
beautiful woman, obviously a bodybuilder. Tina insisted on wearing
the smallest dresses. Most swimsuits would not reveal nearly as
much. As soon as we walked in, the smell of sex high our nostrils.
The sound of women in orgasm filled the air. Several gorgeous women
were slowly dancing and stripping on stage. Dancing couples were all
over each other. Well, it was more truthful to call them foreplaying
couples than dancing couples. When we got used to the darkness of
the place, we did see many couples making love in the booths and
against the walls. There were rooms for those who wanted more
privacy. It was a swing club for women only. Tina was in heaven.
We had our foreplay on the dance floor. Tina pushed me against the
wall and kissed me hard. Her hands were all over me. I begged her
to go to a room. She said no. I begged her to go back to our booth.
She said she wanted to do it on the dance floor. I had to settle for
the wall. Our dresses were so short that she just had to pull down
our panties. It was the first time I made love in front of other
people. I had never been so afraid, and so excited. It was the most
wonderful sex in my life.
Suddenly a woman screamed. "That one is a man!!" I looked. She was
pointing at me. In a second, we were surrounded. Our dresses were
so short that everyone could see what’s underneath. Someone pulled
Tina off me. The bartender held Tina easily. Several women pinned
me to the floor, holding my wrists and ankles. Someone said: "His
make up is fantastic. We better strip him to see how he does it. I
don’t want another male getting in here." She was answered by a
chorus of "Yes" , "Do it" and "strip him".
Someone grabbed my dress and tore it off. It was so thin. I did not
wear a bra. I had only stockings and garter belts on. Several hands
grabbed my body. Fingers pinched me. Then a voice said: "She is
real. Not a crossdresser." There was a stunned silence. Then a
confusion of voices debated what to do. Quite a few of them wanted
to let me go. Then a clear sweet voice called out, above the
discussion. "No cock, no balls, no exception." A few voices joined
the chant. Then more and more. Someone cheered. In a minute, there
was a celebration mood in the club. Then the clear sweet voice
called out again: "I will cut it off." There was an explosion of
cheers and shouting.
The crowd parted. She stepped forward like a goddess. She was tall,
with a perfect body and long wavy brunette hair. Her dress fitted
her perfectly. It seemed to be painted on her. She started to take
it off slowly and sexily. She was performing a striptease just for
me. In spite of my horror, my cock got hard again. She took off
everything except her boots. She held out her hand and someone
handed her a sharp knife. She knelt down in front of me, between my
wide open legs. Her breasts hanged down. She swayed them slightly.
Then she grabbed my cock and cut it off with a stroke. The balls
followed in three seconds. I heard a frenzy of cheers and Tina’s
scream. In a minute, I passed out.
I regained consciousness in a well lit room. She was rearranging
something on the table. I saw her back and her long blonde hair.
She heard me moving and turned. I had never seen her before. So I
said hi and was surprised that I still had my female voice in bright
sunlight. She introduced herself. "I am scorceress Ursular. They
brought you here from the club. Tina is all right, she will be here
in a couple of hours." I pulled off the blanket. I was naked and I
saw that I was still a woman. Ursula was ready for my question.
"I am so surprised that you made Impotec’s potion. I have a copy of
that book Tina found. You can read it later. The same thing
happened to him: male during the day, female at night. Of course it
was a lot harder for him. He was quite famous. He was discovered
and was exiled. He wandered for months. He was exhausted when a
band of Amazon warriors found him just inside their border. They
were so awed by the transformation that they took him to the queen.
She knew him by reputation and welcomed him as a guest with one
condition. The ancient Amazon law must be honored. The law was
clear: No cock, no balls, no exception. Exhausted by wandering and
transformation, he agreed. The queen’s doctor was going to castrate
him. He requested a min-night castration. He thought there was a
chance that the castration would stop the cycle. It was better being
a woman in Amazonia than a man without cock or balls. He remained a
woman. So will you."
It was many years ago. I am now Ms. Hyde. I married Tina two months
after I lost my cock and balls. Impotec was correct. It was all
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Knalyi & Daniel | TESTICLES | The \"Spiritwomon\" frees a young male from \"certain\" hell. This is a true story. I know both parties... I believe in non-judgmental loving and therefore I share this with those who struggle.... | ` In the west part of the city there exists a community of small black
churches, nursing homes, home-run daycares, small businesses and many
hardworking individuals. There is an underground network where certain
services are available. It is it's own well-kept secret and movement within
that circle is risky. `
I know a healer/intuitive named Knalyi. By day she is a nurse, working with
the elderly at a convalescent home. She dresses in native African-American
fashion- donning colorful dresses that swish, long-beaded dreadlocks and heavy
cuff jewelry. Her green/gold eyes add to the mystique and her sensuality. When
evening falls she is "Spiritwomon" - counseling, laying on of hands and
performing "procedures."
About six months ago, a friend of mine sent a young man to Knalyi for some
"counseling". He is about 27, slender black male, with learning disabilities.
His dilemma revolved around his inability to cope with the fact that he was
gay. His struggle came about because the church he attended preached against
that lifestyle with fire and brimstone and the certainty of going to hell.
Daniel is a gentle soul, with child-like innocence that charms the hardest of
hearts.
Daniel revealed his pain and shame to Knalyi, who listened with compassion as
she held his hand in hers. "Help me," he pleaded. Knalyi could do no less than
cry for this boy...and offered him a solution.
"Daniel,there is a way to remain pure and gain your place in the kingdom," she
softly said to him. "Miss Ni, I just want to go to heaven." Daniel wept. "I am
here. I am Spiritwomon,no?" she stated. "Yes, you are." he replied.
"You can attain a holy status, Daniel, if I take away your desire to do things
that keep you from the light." she offered. "I will cut out that which keeps
you from attaining the kingdom,"she went on. "Tell me, Miss Knalyi." he
pleaded. Knayli looked at him seriously. "Daniel, if I cut off your testicles,
you won't feel the temptation to do what is shaming you." "You will always be
you, but enlightened." Daniel's hands went straight to his crotch as if to
protect them. "I will not hurt you, Daniel and no one has to know. Your secret
is safe with me and your spirit will again soar," she plyed him. "Ok" he said
timidly. A time was set in the evening for the following week.
In the meantime,Knalyi had pilfered pads, medication, and other tools of the
trade from the convalescent home. She felt they owed her anyway, for all the
"extras" she had given the residents.
The week passed and Daniel rang the buzzer to her third-floor victorian
apartment. She answered him in a dazzling pink and gold get-up. They sat and
prayed together. Her Rwandan chanting filling the room, lulling Daniel into
acquiesence.
They walked to the basement where upon what was a ping-pong table,was now an
operating theatre. The laundry cart acted as a tray for her many instruments,
needles and other accoutrements.
She gently urged him to lie back onto the blanketed, padded table. Soft
chanting from a tape played for Daniel. She offered him some valium to relax
his nervous body. She turned around as he stripped and donned a pilfered
hospital gown.
She eased him into the restfulness by running her fingers along his cheeks and
hair. Knalyi injected his groin area with the proper anethestic. Covered in
scrubs and using the laundry tub to prepare for the operation, she blessed him
and offered a prayer to the deity of "opening the path.". She blessed the
scalpel as Daniel lay awaiting his resurrection.
Knalyi cut with the precision of a trained surgical nurse and removed the
testicles, preserving them in a nearby chosen jar. She cut away the sac for
the smoothest presentation she could give him. He only cried out once, at the
initial cut. Not sure he would heal. With love, she sutured him and curled
around his head soothing him with words of encouragement and sucure. "You are
loved Daniel, now love yourself, you are free and pure."
She waited two hours before she called his friend, Pilar to pick him up,
checking his blood pressure, his sutures, and providing pain-killers (also
pilfered) for the next few days and instructions on the healing process.
Daniel kissed her on the cheek and walked up the stairs to the waiting Pilar.
"You are Daniel, free from the lion's den", she whispered to him.
Epilogue: Daniel spent almost 2 months in the mental ward at the state
hospital. He had a breakdown. Knalyi lives with this guilt, and has moved on
to NY. The friend who recommended Daniel to Knalyi has told me that he came up
to her to say, "Miss B, I'm not gay anymore." A part of me thinks she knows
what Knayli did, but at this point, I have no words to back that up.
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Two Marines Choose Castration | TESTICLES | This is a short story with three parts whereas two Marines choose to be castrated by a Texas Ranch Hand out on a remote Texas Ranch outside of Dalls, Texas. | Two Marine Men Choose Castration
By Shawn of Texas
Part 1
Steve has gone to Texas to have his marine nuts removed and is waiting for
another ex marine to join the netting party. Finally Frank arrives from
Montana. For the last 2 days Steve has been regularly mounted in the ass by
Shawn. Steve walks a little funny as he has a sore hole from being mounted by
the Texas stud so much.
Frank arrives and Shawn makes introductions and says strip men. Both marines
hop to it. Steve admires the taller dark haired Frank. Admiring the studs
thick cock and hairy balls. Eyes back in your face Steve. Frank is a bottom
just like you and hes here for the same treatment. To have his marine nuts cut
out. Lets go men.
Shawn leads the 2 marines, cocks up and leaking out behind the barn. There is
a special hitching rail there. First you Steve. Steve walks over proudly and
bends his wide chest on to the rail. Spreading his legs wide. Steve’s fat
marine balls dangle down in the Texas heat. Shawn ties Steve’s hand down into
big iron rings driven deep into the earth. Steve just grunts as he his spread
wide and tied down. Then walks Steve around behind the bent marine and pulls
Steve’s legs wide as he ties his ankles off to more rings in the back. The
short marine is tied of and immobile, almost arrogant in his ropes. Like he is
saying come on cut my nuts I can take I am tough. I laugh and say out loud we
will see boy.
You next Frank. Frank jumps like he had been in a haze and covers his balls
with his big hands. I say not going to back out now man? No Sir Frank barks
and runs to the rail. Laying his thick wide chest on the bar. I walk in front
of the tall shaking marine, and quickly tie his hands. I pat him on the head
and say it will be okay. He looks deep into my eyes and says if you say so
Sir. I walk behind the bent stud and tie his legs off. Spreading him wide. His
hairy balls dangle so vulnerable in the heat.
I squat down behind Frank and pull my nut cutting knife out. Fondling his
swinging stud nuts. Suddenly Frank convulses with an orgasm. Shooting marine
seed all over the ground. I watch as he soaks the dry Texas soil with his
seed. Shame to cut this stud I whisper. And I move to the compact marine stud
bent over the rail. I lick a bit of man seed off my hand as I bend down.
Fondling Steve’s nut set. He arches his back giving me an even better view if
his harvestable man fruit. He says do it I can take it and I need to be a
gelding. You got it marine I bellow.
I switch the pocket knife for a scalpel and take Steve’s ball set in my hand.
The scalpel starts to cut into Steve’s scrotum. He too convulses with an
orgasm. Potent little stud I think. I had drained him as often as I had
mounted his marine ass and my cock was sore from use. I watch as he fertilizes
the ground under him.
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show girl | TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | i am abducted and forced into the role of a show girl and whore.Inorder to increase my suitability I am surgicaly converted into a woman. | ` My name is julie. it used to be Jason but that was some years ago. One night
iwas druged by an atractive man in a bar and abducted to a small central A
merican country. I awoke to fined myself shakled in a tiny cage. `
From the first my captors,all highly masculin men,beat me savigly whenever i
showed the slightest resistance. I was raped at least daily and forced to wear
womens clothes.All of my facial and bodily hair was removed perminantly by
electrolsis.
Finaly i was taken to a place called "The Club". At the club are anumber of
former men like myself. Some are still whole but in chastity devices some have
lost one or both balls. A few have been forced to undergo compleate sex
changes. Thier are no real women at the club but thier are five dominant
volentery transvestites who are employed as overseers. They all carey whips or
paddles and are cruel bitches.They teach us dancing and how to act as
hostesses. We are allso taught how to please a man sexualy. On arrival i was
pierced just under the head of my penis and between the legs. a small padlock
was then inserted through both piercings. i was informed that this would
prevent any unathorised erections and keep my cock in place.
The routine of life at the club is simple and hard. We sleap in small cages
are awoken around mid day and made to get dressed and made up. We are
inspected and the slightest fault in our apearence is punished. On a typical
inspection i mighthave a crocked seam in one stocking costing me five strokes
of the cane on my ass and two aplications of the cattle prod to the same area.
To recieve this punishment i would be placed in a special stocks and the rest
of the"girls"lined up to view my punishment. On a typical day bettween five
and ten of us would recieve such punishment.
After inspection we would be forced to praptice our dance routines. Dance is a
tough art to master and the discplin is brutal. Our dance teacher is madam
Helga a cruel German drag queen who enjoys torturing us. She is an expert with
the whip and loves to whip our genitals in particular. One of her specialitys
is what she calls her "electric dance tutor". This is a millitary field
teliphone with bulldog clips atached to the out put. Whenever i or one of the
outher girles made a serious mistake on the dance floor Madam Helga would
conect the out put to our genitals and crank the `phone`s genarator. The pain
of even a few crancks is indiscribable.
In adition to dancing we had to serve drinks and have sex with the customers.
Many is the time that a spilt martini has cost me five lashes. It was as a
result of failing in my sexual duties after a few weeks at the club that i
lost my first ball. Having sucked an elderly customer to orgasum i was orderd
to rim him. i did as i was told but showed reluctance rather than the required
enthuasum. The custemer complained and after we closed i was given one hell of
a telling off in front of all the girls. My blood froze as i was told that i
was to be taken to the "clinic". The very name of the clinic was feard by us
all. I was blindfolded and transported in a van to a secluded building. Hear
were brutal male gards laughing about what would happen to me and some cold
looking doctors in white coats. The nurses did not seam very comforting as
they caried whips. Their build showed that they were all men in drag. i was
taken to the operating theatre and straped dowen to a staneless steel table.
"No anistethic for this bitch."Said the doctor. He then slit open my ball sack
and the membrane within it and fished out my right ball with his gloved
fingures. He clamped off the spermatic cord and simply sliced through .
Holding my severd testicle in front my face he said"Now maybe you will do as
you are told bitch." He then sutcherd my severd spermatic cord and stiched up
my scrotum. A day later i was back at the club serving drinks and sucking
cocks.
I tried hard to straghten out after that but had repeated trouble espcialy
with the dance routines. after about eighteen months my faults had added up to
a serious problem. Madem Helga was called into the manigers office to discuss
me she suggested a compleate sex change and the maniger agreed. I cried when i
was told but was informed that it was a management decision and that was
final.i was emdeatly placed on female hormones and after six months sent back
to the clinic. I was informed by the doctor that i would recieve no anstethic
for the removal of my one remainig ball. As before he opened up my sack. As he
cut the spermatic cord he told me"this is it. No more balls."
I remained at the clinic a week tied to a bed under the supervision of the
brutal nurses. After that i was taken back to the operating theatre and put
out. After anuther month i was returned to the club. Iwas made to stand under
the spotlight alone and do a strip tease. At the end i removed my g-string and
shomed my new cunt to the audience. The compare explaned to them how my ball
sack had been shaped into my new labia and my cunt lining made from the skin
of my cock. At the end of the evning thier was an auction and the winer got to
be the first to fuck my new cunt.
That was six years ago and my dancing has improved. My only hope is that a
regular who is not cruel will take a shine to me and have me as his woman.
Whatever happens my manhood is gone forever.
In adition to dancing
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a new day 2 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Other: circumcison and dental | Ross enjoying the loss of his balls and remembering the past as he prepares for his circ. | Ross now 37 prepares for his last days with any male hormones.
Today is the day at the dentist. Since all his male hormones are
being provided by synthetics he has found that his teeth are starting
to loosen. When he and Julie were first married dental molds were
taken to prepare for the day all their teeth would be implants.
Today is their wedding anniversery. A series of chemicals were laced
on there teeth.
The dentist asked Ross if he could feel anything. Each time the
answer was no meant a tooth was removed. At the end of the trip he
had 9 teeth left. These would eventually be removed but not today.
It would be three months before they would come out and the implants
installed. Julie was lucky all hers were replaced today. He would
leave with a temp partial plate that could only be used at work and
when eating. It was rather embarrassing 3 front top teeth and 6
bottom front for the next 3 months. He new he could only work in
Florida and not go on any business trips or leave the country until
he could get the implants.
That night he remembered his youth. The day he meet Julie when he
was in boarding school. Since this countroled date was outside the
school he actually had to wear clothes for the first time,other than
mass, in public.
He was just under 6 feet tall when he was married. His uncle was the
priest. His older brother Jim was selected at birth to be a priest
and he assisted. Jim was lucky on this hot day. As he was going to
be a Priest he was cut at 8 days and did not have a foreskin sticking
to the glands creating an uncomfortable situtation.
When he was 28 the second hormone ball suddenly deflated. This was
a great day. He called Julie and asked her to call her sister to
schedule the circumcision. Since he was to become clean in 30 days
he was given the week off from work. They spent the week making love
at the beach and just looking at each other. At the end of the week
erections stopped. He was losing hair fast At 21 he was at 95%.
When he was castrated it was at75%. Now it was at 40%.
Julie loved her husband and hated the fact he would be bald soon.
Yet as he started to loose body hair his head hair was growing back.
She looked at him. Minimal hair on the legs none on the chest or
back and a thick almost blond bush with equal amount under arms. Her
only complaint was the hair left on the sheets at night. On the day
of the circ there was a small mat over the now 4 inch penis and
barely any onthe legs or under his arms.
The doctor walkedintothe office and placedsome gelon the foreskin.
He spoke to Ross and asked how the family was doing. All was well
his youngest broter hadfour childn two sets of twins 3boys and a
girl. Since he only had 35% of his hair at 20 he had to be castrated
early his huge balls gone. He had the largest set of all 8 boys as
well as the hairiest body. Unfortunately he had to wait to loose the
hormones.
After the conversation the doctor removed the clamp on what was once
a long foreskin. As he placed the sugical glue over the cut he
explained that in three weeks he could get hormones again.
For the next nine years he and his wife enjoyed playing wth the 6
inch cut cock. But as the law stated this would have to end soon.
At 37 Ross was almost bald. For some reason his hair loss was at
85%. He was going to recieve the last dose of hormones. This was a
quick release dose. He now had more body hair and bigger erections
than ever before. But 9 months before his 38th birthday the right
hormone ball deflated. The shell quickly absorbed. 3 months later
the left ball did the same thing. Yet there were enough hormones in
the body to keep the effects from being evident.
Ross and Julie weregoing to celebrate their aniversery with lots of
love and effection. The dental implants were in early and the final
teeth removed. It was difficult to eat while aiting or the
instalation of the teeth. The gums had to settled after the final
teeth were removed. The temp partials were also taken away.
The day at the dentist seemed to take forever. Slowly each tooth was
put on the peg. After the pain killers wore off satisfaction set
in. No more cavities.
On the day of the aniversery they made love for what would be the
last time. Three hours ove fucking and sucking would be all that
Ross could handle. The next morning there was no erection and most
of the hair on his chest and legs and back were on the sheets. This
was sudden.
On his 41st birthday Ross woke up to find his penis now at 3 and 1/2
inches and a small thick patch going up just over an inch up the
pubic bone. His back and chest were hair free and he had a light
peach fuzz on his legs and arms matching his ash brown hair. The
only other hair was the mustach and enough for a light goatee. Under
his arms was the same amount as when it first came in.
He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed that he now had 75% of
his original hair back on his head. This was how he would spend the
next 45 years.
As Julie started to go through the change of life Ross was very
attentive. He understood the hot flashes and the mood changes. They
still shared the same bed until she died a few years later. He was
given heavy hormones after an appropriate period of grief so he could
meet and marry again. After six months of losing hair and having
erections again there was no need to continue with treatments. He
spoke to his priest and was given permission to stop the treatments
since he had no desire to marry again.
When Ross retired at 60 he spent the next 36 years enjoying not
having to wear closthes, swimming in the surf and going to mass. The
lack of hormones made him look like he was in his late 30's early
40's. He enjoyed remaing firm and a bit of a tease till he died.
His last years with his wife were great just being friends without
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Amy Forgets Her Lunch | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Amy is in the 6th grade. In her society women have formally taken over the earth. Men are raised as crop to collect their semen and to harvest there cock and balls. | Amy is in the sixth grade. She goes to coral view elementary school. Every
morning she takes the bus to school with her two best friends Zoe and Claire.
This particular day Amy forgets her lunch at home. "Aww I forgot my lunch at
home." Zoee looks over to Amy, "Its ok you can have some of mine."
They arrive at the school and hurry to class. Their clasroom is an avarge
sized classroom, with a Chalkboard and about 25 seats in the center. Amy walks
over to her desk and the other two girls follow. She sits down and gets her
boooks ready. More girls come in to class and take their seats. Some walk out
to wait for the bell to ring.
Amy gets up and takes a stretch. Her stomach starts to growl and she turns her
head to face the far left cornor of the class. She walks over to a steel wall
that has 3 sections built in. eatch section has 2 large hole openings. She
stands infront of the first section. The first Large hole has a 13inch uncut
cock coming through it. The cock is fully erect and starts to throb as the
husk feels Amy put her small hand over his massive member. However the husk
can not ejaculate just yet. The band is preventing him from doing so. The
bottom opening holds the husks soccer ball sized balls. The sack is tightened
by a band and seperates eatch massive nut. In the center of the band that
seperates the husk nuts is a red bulb. The red Bulb turns on when the balls
have been depeleted of semen. Amy grabs the husk's left giant nut and starts
to squeeze it firmly. She lifts up the 13 intch massive cock towards her mouth
and pulls the foreskin back. Amy opens her mouth as wide as she can. She feels
the massive member pulsating as she pushes her head towards the wall taking in
as much as her little mouth can hold. Once the huge cock is in her mouth she
bites down very hard. She starts to suck as much of it as she can. She
squeezes the huge nut very tight with her hand. She starts to feel his cock
throbbing uncontrolably. Her head is bobbing left and right. She bites down
and digs her teeth into his shaft real hard to control the cock. Amy can feel
his balls tighting up and ready to release his juice. She continues to suck
the massive rod. Amy starts to taste pre cum. She lets go of the huge cock and
holds it in her mouth. She reaches for a switch that releases the band. At
that moment she feels the cock harden up and feels his balls tigthen up. The
masssive dick is pusalting and finally thick ropes of white cum starts to rip
from the 13 intch cock into her mouth. Amy starts to swallow eatch blast as
best she could. For 2 minutes Amy swallows load after load and drains the
massive cock. Zoe and Claire can hear her gulp down quarts and quarts of
semen.
As the husk shoots his final load into Amy's mouth the red bulb lights up and
starts to blink. Amy swallows the last load and pulls the cock out of her
mouth and catches her breath. She wipes the over flowed semen from her face.
The 13 inch cock is still fully erect despite its balls being completely
drained. Amy notices the red bulb blinking and smiles. She looks at the
indicator and the husk has no semen left nor will he ever produce any semen.
Amy pushes the red button on the sack and the package is secured tightely
again. She reaches for the harvest option and pushes it. A red beam behind the
glass wall is seen coming down. Amy grabs on to the still errect monster with
her right hand and grabs on to the top of the scrotum with her left hand. The
red beams come down switfly severing the huge package and coming free from the
body of the husk. The 13 intch cock is still erect in her hand. And the huge
sack is in her left hand. She walks over to her desk and places the the cock
and balls on her desk. Amy smiles "I got my lunch now." Zoee giggles as Claire
walks over to the left cornor of the classroom.
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Bitedizzo'd | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | man man with big balls is orally castrated by kinky female | ` Let's face it. I have a large set of low hanginf balls. My sac is huge and
hangs a good 7 inches on a warm day. Sometimes they hurt just because of their
weight. I never get laid that much and at one point was celebate by choice for
13 years. `
Ever since puberty when my body started changing, thats when I started
gettingthe desire to have my sac and balls cut off. First i admit it started
out as a jerk off fantasy. As the years went by and my balls grew larger, so
did my desire to have them cut off.
I spend a lot of time online and recently learned of a site that had a lot of
support for people who have this desire. I was glad to know I was not the only
one!. I got on the eunuch.org chat channel. There I learned of an
undergroundworld of cutters who will provide ball removing services even
though they are not doctors. Sometimes they don't even charge anything for
their services. I have always wanted to have my balls cut off by a kinky
women.
For months and months most of the people on the chat were other guys both
straight like me and gay who wanted to be cut but very few if any women. One
day my luck changed. I located a kinky girl on the chat and asked her many
questions. The first was did she ever bite a scrotum. She said that she had
done that many times taking in the balls first before clamping down for a good
ten minutes. I got so hard I almost blew load while talking to her. I asked
her if she would consider biting off a sac and balls. She said that would be a
new challenge but one she would be interested in trying out for real.
We exchanged email addresses. I sent a pic of my sac and balls to her.When she
viewed the pic she found herself gettingexcited and started to ask me
questions. She asked me if i wanted my sac and I told her she could have it.
She also suggested that cutting off the sac with a knife would be of benefit
to her so she could get the whole sac off in one piece. I told her that would
be fine as long as she still agreed to bite me really hard a few times first.
She agreed to do that.
A few weeks went by and we finally met to do everything in a hotel. I checked
in. drank a few beers and smoked a joint an at 5 pm there was a knock on my
hotel room door. She was a beautiful young blond with a gorgeous body and
really big tits. I took a shower while she got ready. I came out of the
bathroom and got a a good look at me for the first time My cock was an average
size but the sac of nuts was huge as she commented on how big they really
were.
She began by giving me a blowjob for a good half hour. I came several times
but was still rock hard. I asked her to bite down on my cock head which she
did. it was great. I shot a load in her mouth when she did that. She did that
several times and each time I shot another load. Then she started to suck on
my sac and balls. She got them into her mouth and clamped down hard. the pain
was great. I asked her to do it again which she did, but this time clamping
down even harder than before. She put so much pressure on the sac that I felt
the cords severing. It was done. I had been orally castrated. She cut off my
sac and balls with a knife and made a nice purse out of them.
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Thecia's Short Story | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia\'s frend Jill makes a bet for a guys ballsFiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s Short story
My name is Thecia, I’m an engineer and I am an underground cutter on the side.
I’ve nutted well over 100 men in the seven or so years that I’ve been doing
this. In my engineering job I work in Texas, New Jersey, The North Sea and a
little in the middle east.
I have a long time friend and assistant named Jill. Jill’s favorite thing is
to make a big set of balls lose their load. While I like to cut balls off she
is just kinky.
While I was working in TX she called me and said she had made a bet. She bet
with a guy she met where she works as an adult masseuse, he was about forty
and in good shape. His name was Jack. It seems that he had bet $5000.00
against his balls that he could hold up against her wiles for five minutes. If
he did she would owe him the money, if he came he would lose his balls. I
thought that he must be good at it to risk his baby makers.
We met at his house where Jill used plastic hand cuffs to time his four limbs
to the four poster bed. I was to stand silently in the background as timer/
referee/money holder and if need be, castratrix.
Let me describe Jill as to what he was up against. She is 5’9”, blonde hair,
near perfect enhanced boobs. She is a model and has an innocent smile that
just melts men.
Jack was an average looking man with a nice package, a nice solid cock and
pronounced solid looking balls. His cock was above average in size but the
part that stood out was his huge helmet.
I set the timer for the agreed five minutes and she began working in earnest.
She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft from his balls to his helmet.
When she got to the helmet she rimmed around the lip of it then she moved up
and probed the little tip hole with her tongue. Jack lay there stoically with
no reaction. She mouthed each big ball in turn, sucking on them.
When the timer reached a minute and a half, she began a classic blow job,
rapidly sucking his big shaft. At the two and a half minute mark I could see
her frustration. He still just lay there like a bump on a log.
Then I saw the gleam in her eye. Jill had beautiful nails, all in perfect
shape except for the one middle finger that was cut short. She reached around
him, ran her finger in his ass and pressed on his prostate. The result was
instant. His balls tightened up and his big cock began to spasm like it was
shocked. A half a second later great ribbons of cum shot into the air. Jill
being Jill quickly got her mouth over his dick and sucked up her prize.
The last dribble of Jizz seeped out at three minutes and 48 seconds. As it
turned out it would be his last dribble ever.
The rest was routine. While he kept screaming that it was a joke and not to be
taken seriously, I sliced the side of his big nutsack. While the nearest
neighbors are a mile or so away, I had to tape his mouth for my own sanity.
Within ten minutes I had his big nuts swinging by their cords, dangling in
front of his face.
It was a fun day. The guy had made a bad bet.
By the way, Jill swallowed every drop.
I sewed him up and did all the follow-up care that I could in the time allowed
to me. I promised that I would stop the following day and check on his
progress.
On the way home we stopped at Mario’s and had a sausage and onion pizza,
washed down with a Corona lite. Life is good.
Respectfully Submitted.
Thecia
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All Hat, No Cattle part 3 | Other: cum ranching | Likely young fellows are cut out of the herd and electronically milkedfor their semen. | Having apparently passed muster as to his capacity for semen production,
Larry found himself strapped like a refrigerator and loaded along with
about four other young men or boys into a vehicle half walk-in van, half
golf-cart. There was a dusty trip of perhaps a mile and then followed
the obligatory de-lousing, fumigation and scrubbing. A panel of
female wranglers immediately entered the shower area, dried the
frightened boys first, and fitted each male with a sort of reverse
chastity-belt that allowed instant access to each subject's genitals
while simultaneously forcing another of the lozenges about ten
inches into his rectum at the end of a slender, if effective, buttplug.
The entire apparatus appeared to be constructed of pliable nylon
webbing, the anal insert attached with small plastic rivets.
The speed and dispatch of their wranglers left little opportunity
for the captives to get any bearings as to what lay in store for
them. One young stud, probably sixteen years of age, muttered a
deprecatory phrase close enough to a weathered-looking woman of
about thirty that she activated his anal plug by pointing a TV remote
in his direction. He emitted an agonized yelp and was reduced to
a sobbing heap in a matter of seconds. Larry later found out that
the sensation that brought the boy low so quickly was simple
static voltage, released deep in his bowel and unspeakably painful.
The woman assigned to Larry and the boy roughly man-handled both of
them out of the washing area and, using a two foot long crop, swatted
their naked backs and buttocks down a short chute and into a sort
of rough wooden stall. Once there, she attached anklets made of the
ubiquitous nylon webbing and anchored to the floor, threw a couple
of oddly soft blankets into the stall after them, checked the locks
on thier tethers and hurried to join her associates on the way out
of the grey concrete barn. The sun, declining west of the short end
of the building, cast a long shadow down the length of the central
corridor as the women, laughing now and enjoying the end of their
workday, closed the wide doors and cast the interior into darkness.
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Ouch! Boys Lose Too Much in Circumcision Slip | `
# Ouch! Boys Lose Too Much in Circumcision Slip
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Ouch! Boys Lose Too Much in Circumcision Slip
Updated 3:22 PM ET
June 9, 2000
ANKARA (Reuters) - Health workers carrying out a mass circumcision
on more than 200 children in western Turkey cut off more than they
should have when they got to the last two on Friday.
"Whether it was because of their anatomy or through carelessness,
too much was cut off,"
Anatolian news agency quoted Manisa health service chief Ismet
Nardal as saying.
Doctors in the hospital where the two-day circumcision marathon
was carried out
immediately operated on the pair to try to rectify the error.
"The children's stitched organs have held, the operation was
successful," Nardal said.
"They appear to be alright, but it will only become apparent later
if they have lost their
sexual function."
Young boys are circumcised in overwhelmingly Muslim Turkey before
they reach puberty,
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Banding Disaster Pt 3. Banded Bitch! | BI, TESTICLES | Doomed sissy gets the treatment it deserves. | Naked and hung like a mule the big man stands before petrified sissy bitch and
methodically slaps her back and forth. Big hands slapping lightly; left and
right. Tossing the fagots' face back and forth. Sending it's tears across the
room and causing it to sob. To shriek. To whimper and yelp through the gag.
"You gonna be my bitch fagot?" slap "You gonna do what you're told?" Slap,
slap... "Gonna suck my dick whore" slap "Ain't no never mind about that!"
Slap....
Jolted again and again by the easy strength of the big hands the world caves
in on the poor doomed trannie. The horrific reality, the pain; the fear! The
deep burning in its' crotch and the dread image of his precious balls; cut off
and whithering, while the big black orbs of its' tormentor hang proudly in
its' face! While the heavy meat of his cock lengthens and spreads in its'
face!
"Please! Please! PLEASE! No! Please don't let this be happening!"
Strong hands undo the ropes and the trannie is free from the chair, still
cuffed, still gagged.
"You wanna suck my cock fagot? Show me how much you want to suck it. Show me!"
and just the threat of a blow sends the fagot to its' knees in weeping
supplication.
Only he's not a fagot is he? Is he? He's a family man with a wife to go home
to. A wife! To explain to!
Down on its' knees in a hotel room, gagged lips pressed to the flesh of a big
hard cock the sissy hatches itself a bit of hope. If it worshiped a little the
man would untie the gag. He would have to for a blow job! It'd be able to
explain! To beg! The man would cut the band off. It will hurt but it won't be
too late! "Please don't let it be too late!"
Willing bound lips desperately nibble at the big mans' cock. Tears of the
fagot in waiting glisten on the tip of his swollen shaft. Worshipful mumblings
escape the gag. Humbly through its' fear the tortured eyes of the sissy beg
the stud for his cock.
"You want it bad don't Ya bitch!"
The fagot nods.
The gag comes out.
The family man explains and begs.
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Chinese Cultural Studies: | from Mary M. Anderson, Hidden Power: The Palace Eunuchs of Imperial China, (Buffalo NY: Prometheus, 1990), 15-18, 307-11 | [For complete page, click
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Eunuchs, males who have been rendered sexually impotent by mutilation or
removal of the external genitals, served as palace menials, harem watch-dogs,
and spies for rulers in most of the ancient world kingdoms stretching from
Rome, Greece, and North Africa, through the biblical lands, and on across the
Man continent. Nor were _castrati_ unknown in modern times. They were idolized
in eigtheenth-century opera houses of Europe, having been emasculated as
children to preserve their male soprano voices. The practice of using eunuchs
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Imperial Presence, the ladies of his royal family, and his thousands of'
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doors.
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mandarins, the educated elite who, as a class, despised the palace eunuchs.
Mandarins alone were eligible to hold office in the bureaucracy, the "Great
Without." Men qualified for coveted bureaucratic positions by passing grueling
official examinations that required years of arduous study. The examinations
were based on the philosophy of Confucius, the Great Sage, whose teachings
became the backbone of Chinese culture. Records indicate that Confucius
himself, some 5M years before Christ, gave his stamp of disapproval to eunuch
assumption of power, thereby tending authority for centuries of Confucianists
to defame all palace eunuchs. Some researchers suggest that the scholar-
officials hated the eunuchs because, as personal attendants to the sovereign,
the eunuchs always had his car, and so were in a better position than even the
most powerful minister to curry favor, exercise influence, and accumulate
wealth. Thus, when considering old Chinese accounts of eunuch treachery,
allowance must be made for prejudice or exaggeration. Nonetheless, the bulk of
evidence weighs so heavily against the eunuchs that few can doubt the harm
they did the nation.
The use of eunuchs in Chinese courts was based in very old tradition, and no
society clung more tenaciously to long-established custom than the Chinese.
Court chronicles reveal that Chinese kings as early as the eighth century BC
_.,_ and no doubt long before that, kept castrated servitors. Confucianism
exalted all that was ancient, and admonished monarchs of every dynasty to
meticulously follow precedents set not only by saintly historical kings of
old, but also by god-kings glorified in China's legendary past.
Since remotest times, and especially after the advent of Confucianism, Chinese
males, including rulers, demanded strict moral purity in their womenfolk.
Hordes of sexually impotent men were needed to guard the chastity of imperial
ladies languishing in the teeming women's quarters. The emperor kept the
largest harem in the land not only to support his image as paramount personage
of the realm, but also to ensure many heirs to the throne in a time of high
infant mortality. If the emperor's queens failed to bear a living heir, sons
of the highest ranking concubines could succeed to the throne. The presence of
numerous ever-watchful eunuchs lurking in the recesses of the sprawling palace
guaranteed that each child born therein was sired by the monarch. Non-eunuch
males, even relatives of the ruler or of his consorts, were barred from the
vicinity of the women's apartments on penalty of death.
Irrefutable royal paternity was essential to Chinese rulers, for the hoary
cult of ancestor worship decreed that each emperor must perform the official
sacrifices made to his deceased forebears as far back as the dynasty's near-
deified founder. Each emperor, as Heaven's representative on earth, had to
conduct the vital state religious rites necessary to maintain the harmonious
balance between Heaven and the Chinese nation.
Eunuchs were also required to preserve the aura of sacredness and secrecy that
surrounded the Imperial Presence. The Emperor of China1 was exalted as the
recipient of the mystical Mandate of Heaven that sanctified his right to rule.
Since it was believed that this Heaven-sent mandate could he rescinded if the
emperor misgoverned or __ conducted himself unvirtuously, the personal life of
the Son of Heaven was carefully shielded from ordinary mortals test they
observe any human failings. Only the "effeminate, cringing eunuchs," slavishly
dependent upon the emperor for their very lives, were considered cowed enough
to be silent witnesses to his private foibles and weaknesses.
During imperial audiences officials kept their eyes decorously lowered, for to
look upon the royal countenance was strictly forbidden. When tile emperor
proceeded through the capital city carried in the royal sedan chair by
eunuchs, bamboo curtains were erected
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# OPERATING ROOM FANATASY
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TH FOG BEGINS TO LIFT FROM MY CONSCIOUS.....I AM AWARE OF FAR AWAY
SOUNDS...THE CLANK OF METAL ON METAL...THEY COME CLOSER AS SHAPES
APPEAR...WHITE DRESSED ANGELS....BACK LIT FROM LARGE LIGHTS...I
OPEN MY EYES....IT IS COLD....I AM SECURED TO A BED OR TABLE...WITH
TIGHT BANDS ACROSS MY CHEST AND ARMS HELD TO MY SIDE...MY LEGS UP
IN STIRRUPS AND HELD SSECURELY...I CAN'T MOVE...A WAD OF SPONGES IN
MY MOUTH HELD THERE WITH TAPE.
A FACE APPEARS...BLUE EYES SPARKLE...AHHH...YOU ARE AWAKE...
GOOD WE HAE TO OPERATE ON ASLEEP MEN NO FUN... I BEGIN TO
STRUGGLE...SHE ONLY LAUGHS...RELAX YOUNG MAN...YOU CAN'T GET AWAY.
ACCORDING TO MY INSTRUCTIONS..YOU ARE TO BE CASTRATED...HMMM YOU
HAVE MADE SOMEONE UNHAPPY...THEY WANT YOUR PENIS SHORTENED ALSO.
A TRAY IS PUSHED OVER ..IT HAS CLIPPER AND RAZORS ON IT...THE
COLD BUZZZZ OF THE CLIPPERS CUTS THE AIR...HAIR FROM MY PUBIC IS
QUICKLY STRIPPED AWAY....COLD LATHER IS WIPED ALL OVER AND A
STRAIGHT RAZOR MAKES SHORT WORK ON HE STUBBLE....I STRUGGLE HARDER
AND GET NO WHERE...
I AM DRAPED AND A MIRROR PLACED SO I CAN WATCH....A TUBE OF
XYLOCAINE JELLY IS PUSHED INTO MY PENIS...IT BURNS..STINGS
THEN....NUMBS...A CATHETHER IS PLACED..THE PRESSURE IS ALL I CAN
FEEL....BETADINE PAINT COVERS MY GENITALS...HANGING THERE FOR THE
PLUCKING...THE VOICE LAUGHS AGAIN....THE STING OF MULTIPLE
INJECTIONS..THE DULLNESS OF FEELING AS THE INJECTIONS WORK...THE
CATHETER IS REPLACED WITH A STEEL ROD...A SCAPEL IS PICKED UP...THE
FAINT TUGGING AND THEN RELEASE AS MY TESTICLES ARE PLACED ON THE
TRAY.....
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Forcibly Castrated | BI, TESTICLES | He lives out his fantasy over and over again. Has he finally met someone who will make that fantisy a reality? | Forcibly Castrated
Mike was really turned on by the threat of castration. He would go to other
guys places to be tied up and given cock and ball torture. He loved to be
humiliated verbally because of his tiny 4 inch dick. He also loved the threat
of castration.
He had been getting off for years on the fear of having another man take his
manhood. He talked online with a young, hung, muscular black dude. They had
engaged in online fantasy sex and then phone sex. Norris asked Mike one day
when he was going to get together with him to act out the fantasy. Norris
invited Mike to his place.
When Mike arrived, Norris immediately took on the role of master as they had
previously arranged. He made fun of Mike’s little, shaved 4 inch pee pee. He
fucked Mikes mouth and then he tied Mike up. Norris picked up the elastrator
that Mike had brought with him. He loaded a band and pulled Mikes nuts
through. Then he pulled Mike’s balls out as far as he could and allowed the
band to snap at the very top of the scrotal sack. His hands were tied to the
head of the bed. He had some room to move but not enough to get loose. Norris
ordered him to get in the doggie position. Then Norris started fucking him
with his 10 inch thick dick. Norris jerked Mike’s clit as he fucked his ass.
Then Norris grabbed Mike’s balls and said: “I am going to take your balls. I
am really going to fucking castrate you tonight and there is nothing you can
do about it. You better hurry up and cum before your balls are dead.” I felt
him jerk me and I got closer and closer to orgasm. Then, I exploded, shooting
out a massive load from my dying nuts.
I couldn’t believe it. I was helpless, tied and banded. I could feel my balls
dying as they were strangled by the band. My fantasy had become reality. I was
forcibly castrated.
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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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An unlikely tale | TESTICLES, MINOR | A man strips off on a beach, and is approached by a little girl. He suffers a horrible fate.......... | ` `
Jim was lying on the beach. He stripped naked, using a newspaper to cover his
genitals.
A seven-year-old girl came up to him and asked, "What's under the paper?"
"A bird," Jim replied. He then fell asleep.
He woke up an hour later, in hospital. He was in agony as he had suffered
terrible injuries to his genitals. He was visited by police officers who
interviewed him, and then went to the beach to see if they could find any
witnesses.
They found the girl and asked her what had happened.
"When he fell asleep I picked up the paper and played with the bird," she
said. "Then it started spitting at me. So I broke its neck, set fire to its
nest, and smashed both its eggs!!"
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Encounter with Mistress Tanya | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, Other: | ron is a submissive male who lives in Calgary, Canada. he has used the services of several Dominant Women in Calgary. | Encounter with Mistress Tanya
by Ian Clifford
ron is a submissive male who lives in Calgary, Canada. he has used
the services of several Dominant Women in Calgary.
he particularly enjoys Cock and Ball Torture. he has had sessions
with several Mistresses but none had got close to his fantasy or
expectations.
he had heard of Mistress Tanya Hyde. Mistress Tanya Hyde keeps a
low profile and is available to male subs only after an extensive
screening process. He discovered a method of getting in touch with
Mistress Tanya but first had to go through a screening process. In
the screening process, he was required to outline his fantasies in
detail. Also, during screening, he was required to go through
several interviews.
He noted his love of CBT and also that he fantasized about facing
castration and penectomy at the hands of a Dominant Woman.
Several months later, he got a call from Mistress Tanya. She
arranged for an interview with him but stressed that there would be
no session at the interview, only an interview. He eagerly accepted
Her invitation.
He went to Her Temple of Pain and knocked at the door. He was
greeted by a lovely blonde lady.
“ I am Mistress Patti. I am Mistress Tanya’s assistant. You will
follow me. “
Mistress Patti stands 5" 8" and has measurements of 34C-26-38.
She led him into a drawing room where Mistress Tanya awaited his
arrival. He fell to his knees before Her magnificence. Mistress
Tanya stands 5' 4" and has measurements of 48DD-27-40.
“ I have read the results of your screening. So, you enjoy having
your genitals tortured and you wish to lose your entire genitalia?”
“ Yes, Mistress Tanya.”
“ I am currently looking for a live in slave and the requirement
for this position is castration and total penectomy. Are you
interested? “
“ Yes, Mistress Tanya. “
“ You will have no requirement for your current possessions. You
will dispose of all your assets, bring the proceeds in a briefcase
when you first visit Me. Your needs for food and shelter will be
taken care of in My household. You will fulfill all these
requirements and be back here at My Temple one month from today. Do
you understand? “
“ Yes, Mistress Tanya. “
“ You are dismissed, slave ron and I’ll see you next month. “
ron left the Temple and went home to start the disposal of his
assets and to contemplate his complete and utter slavery to the
Gorgeous Mistress Tanya Hyde.
One month later, he had disposed of all his assets, put the
proceeds in a briefcase and proceeded to the Temple.
Again he was greeted by Mistress Patti at the door. She led him
into the drawing room where Mistress Tanya awaited his arrival.
He fell to his knees and offered the briefcase. The briefcase
contained nearly seventy five thousand dollars in cash.
“ This is my tribute to your beauty and superiority. I hope it is
acceptable to You. “
“ Mistress Patti will show you to the slave quarters. Your
submission will start tomorrow. Twenty two Women have been invited
to witness your pain and My pleasure. You will be punished by a
severe whipping, will undergo a CBT session which will exceed your
wildest expectations and dreams and your cock and balls will be
removed. Do you understand? “
“ Yes, Mistress Tanya. “
“ Now, go with Mistress Patti. “
he followed Mistress Patti to the slave quarters. He was shown to a
small room with a bed and sink.
“ There is a toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink. There is also
shaving equipment by the sink. Mistress Tanya expects that Her
slaves maintain proper cleanliness. There is a shower down the
hall. You will remove all of your clothing and give them to me. You
will live naked from this time on. your session tomorrow begins at
1 o’clock PM. I will come by to prepare you for the session at 12
o’clock Noon. Now, strip and give me your clothing. “
“ Yes, Mistress Patti. “
ron proceeded to strip, took off his watch and rings and gave his
clothing and jewellery to Mistress Patti.
“ Now, get a good night’s sleep since tomorrow is a big day for
you. I will be here to prepare you tomorrow at Noon. I will
supervise your shower but you should shave and brush your teeth
before My arrival. You will not be fed until after your session. Do
you understand. “
“ Yes, Mistress Patti. “
Mistress Patti left the slave quarters and left ron to contemplate
his fate. “
ron didn’t sleep well that night, but he was awake at 10 o’clock in
the morning. he brushed his teeth and shaved and awaited Mistress
Patti. He was hungry but remembered Mistress Patti telling him that
he would be fed after the session.
he had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was terrified at the
prospect of a severe session and losing his genitals. On the other
hand, he was sexually excited at the prospect of being tortured and
losing his genitals to two Dominant Women. The fact that twenty two
Woman were invited to share in this fantasy was exciting for him.
Mistress Patti was at his cell precisely at Noon. ron sported a
massive erection and was obviously in a state of sexual excitement.
“ Now, slave ron we will have to get you ready for today’s
proceedings. You will shower first and I will observe that you do a
proper job. The soap in the shower is antiseptic. Use lots as I
want you really clean. “
ron proceeded to the shower and used lots of the antiseptic soap.
he stepped from the shower and towelled off. he stood before
Mistress Patti and she seemed to be satisfied with his cleanliness.
“ Now, you will follow me to the Preparation Room. I will shave
your genitals and genital area and apply Betadine anti microbial.
Then you will be taken to the Dungeon for treatment. “
ron went with Mistress Patti to the Preparation Room. There he lay
on a table while Mistress Patti shaved his genitals and applied a
liberal coat of Betadine. She used the band castrator to stretch
two elastic bands which were released at the base of his scrotal
sac. Two additional bands were placed at the base of his penis. Two
automotive clamps were placed over the two sets of bands. ron
realized that the bands were used to cut off the blood flow to his
genitals.
he was escorted to the Dungeon where twenty two Women guests
awaited his arrival. All noticed his erect state and one of the
Ladies commented,
“ This is the last time we’ll see you with an erection. “
The entire room giggled at the comment since all knew that his
genitals were to be removed during the session. He was introduced
to each of the twenty two Women.
Mistress Tanya Hyde arrived in the Dungeon. She was dressed in a
red leather jump suit. Ron commented on how gorgeous She looked.
“ Good Afternoon, slave ron. you have met my guests. They are here
to enjoy your punishment. Do you have anything to say to Me or My
guests?
“ Mistress Tanya, I consider being punished and neutered by You for
Your amusement as well as for my own good to be a great honour and
fulfilment of a lifelong dream. It is my sincere hope that Your
guests thoroughly enjoy the proceedings. “
“ Each of My guests will be invited to participate in your
punishment. Now let’s get this started. “
ron was led to a Punishment Block. he lay face down over the
Punishment Block and Mistress Patti fastened his wrists and ankles
to the four legs. He was totally immobile.
“ First, I will brand this slave’s hide, so people will know who
owns him. “
Mistress Tanya took a white hot branding iron from a pot of hot
coals, approached Her slave and touched the branding iron to his
right butt cheek and then pushed the hot iron deep into his flesh.
ron’s screams were deafening and the smell of burned flesh filled
the Dungeon.
“ Now, Mistress Patti will do his left flank. “
Mistress Patti selected the other white hot branding iron and
repeated the procedure on his left flank. He screamed again and the
Dungeon filled again with the smell of burned flesh. On each of his
flanks was a brand with letters one inch high reading “ Tanya’s
slave “ and the brand extended about one inch into his buttflesh.
“ Now, each of You Ladies will have the opportunity to give slave
ron ten whacks with the Fraternity Paddle. Then each of you will
have the opportunity to give him ten whacks with the Razor Strap.
You can start when You wish. “
Each of the Ladies stepped forward and gave ron ten whacks with the
Fraternity Paddle.
After two hundred and twenty whacks, his buttocks were reddened and
marked. he cried from the branding and the paddling.
Then each of the twenty two Women in turn gave ron ten whacks each
with the Razor Strap. his butt was almost purple, he bawled like a
baby and blood blisters were forming on his asscheeks.
“ Now, slave ron, thank the ladies for their efforts “
Through a flood of tears, ron said a quiet “ Thank You. “
“ Now ladies, sit back and watch while Mistress Patti and I proceed
to flay his hindquarters. “ The Ladies sat in seats on the outside
of the room and awaited ron’s further punishment.
Mistress Patti and Mistress Tanya picked up Punishment Canes and
stood on each side of ron’s ravished posterior. They each brought
the cane hard down on his buttocks and upper legs. He screamed in
agony as his hindquarters were methodically skinned. After two
hundred strokes from the cane, ron’s buttcheeks and upper legs were
skinned and well bloodied. ron was skinned from the back of his
waist to the back of his knees. Blood flowed down the back of his
legs to his ankles.
Mistress Patti unfastened ron from the Punishment Block. he lay on
the floor spreadeagled and his wrists and ankles were fastened to
posts in the floor. he was uncomfortable lying on the floor due to
the skinning of his hindquarters.
“ Now, Ladies, each of You is invited to come forward and give
slave ron ten kicks in the balls. And don’t be gentle either. “
Each of the Ladies, in turn came forward and gave ron ten hard
kicks in his balls. He screamed and writhed in agony.
With his ball beating complete, Mistress Patti released him from
his bonds and led him to a Punishment Table. The table was four
feet by eight feet and two inches thick.
Again ron was fastened spreadeagled to the table by Mistress Patti.
The table was tilted on a hydraulic ram until it was vertical and
the base of the table three inches off the ground.
“ So, ron, you enjoy Cock and Ball Torture. Let’s see how much you
like mine. “
Mistress Tanya started the CBT by giving ron two hundred cuts with
the Punishment Cane to his genitals and genital area. The genitals
and surrounding area were bloodied.
She then took a box of sterile needles and pushed them through his
cock and balls. His genitals most closely resembled a pin cushion.
She pulled the needles from his genitals and blood flowed down from
his genital area.
Next, She poured Isopropyl Alcohol over is genitals and lit it on
fire. The flame burned brightly as did his genitals. his screams
filled the room. Eventually, she threw a towel over his genitals to
extinguish the flame.
ron’s cock and balls were beginning to cook and the smell of
cooking flesh filled the room.
“ Time to start cutting. “ Mistress Tanya pulled on surgical rubber
gloves.
Mistress Patti wheeled over the surgical equipment. She handed
Mistress Tanya a scalpel.
Mistress Tanya cut around at the base of his scrotal sac until the
cut was all the way around. She pulled the scrotum off each ball in
turn so that his testicles hung by the spermatic cord. She then
grasped his right testicle and impaled it from right to left with a
barbecue skewer. She continued the process through his left
testicle. His balls looked like a shish kebab without the
vegetables.
She let him scream in agony while she waited.
After a while she pulled the skewer from his testicles and watched
as the blood flowed.
Mistress Patti held his right testicle in place while Mistress
Tanya used a hammer to run a nail through his testicle and into
the wood below. There was half an inch of nail sticking out above
his testicle.
They repeated the procedure with his left testicle.
“ Now, we have him nailed down properly. It’s time to cook his
balls. “
Mistress Tanya has a Ball Cooker. It runs on 110 volt wall current.
In the cooker, it is converted to Direct Current which has more
bite than wall current. It then goes through a momentary and on /
off switch before it outputs to two leads ending in alligator
clamps.
Mistress Patti plugged the cooker in and connected the alligator
clamps to the nails protruding above his balls. Mistress Tanya
pushed the momentary switch and watched his reaction as the current
flowed through his balls.
She then turned on the on/ off switch which permitted the current
to flow uninterrupted.
Ron screamed and writhed in agony as his balls began to cook.
“ Let’s have a break while his balls cook. There is tea made
upstairs. “
The Women left the room and went upstairs for tea while ron’s balls
cooked. ron screamed and twisted in his bonds.
Twenty minutes later they came back to the Dungeon. ron had passed
out from the pain but the room smelled of cooking flesh. Mistress
Tanya turned off the Ball Cooker while Mistress Patti revived ron
with smelling salts.
“ Well cooked balls. Now it’s time to get them off. ”
Mistress Tanya looped dissolving suture at two tie off points along
the spermatic cord. Then using surgical scissors, She cut between
the two tie off points freeing each ball, in turn. His severed
testes were thrown into a bucket to join his scrotum.
“ That’s the end of those two. Now, let’s do his penis. “
Mistress Tanya took a length of hollow stainless steel tube and
pushed it through the pee hole on his penis, down it’s length and
into his bladder. She noticed that his penis was starting to die
form lack of blood flow.
Then using a scalpel She cut around the circumference at the base
of his penis. She noticed little blood loss as most of the blood in
his still erect penis had congealed..
She cut down to the stainless steel tube. She then slid his penis
off the tube. She used a cutter to trim the tube to one half inch
from his penile stump.
Mistress Patti poked the ends of his spermatic cord into his body
cavity. She then sewed the remaining flaps of his scrotum together
with suture.
The Ladies attending the event were invited by Mistress Tanya
upstairs for wine and cheese. They got a tour of the Temple
including Mistress Tanya’s Trophy Room where collected male
genitalia are on display.
Mistress Patti released slave ron and got him to his cell. Nothing
was required of him in the line of household duties during his
recuperation period. Although he was not fully recuperated, he
began his household duties the following week.
Note: Mistress Tanya, Mistress Patti and slave ron are real people.
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# Period of Development, the end
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Four weeks later it was Richard who, carefully and with tenderness,
removed the stitches from my now emptied crotch. My tits, navel,
prostate and my cock and balls had surrendered to the surgeon’s
knife three weeks before. I am now convinced that Richard and I will
live together for the rest of our lives, equals at last. We will
live in harmony and love, two fully tattooed, pireced and nullified
men in unanimity.
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Footjitsu (engl.) | WARNING, TESTICLES, Martial arts | Female martial arts master has a sadistic pleasure to destroy and to kill men with her hands and feet | Footjitsu
By Theo Zee-Lin, a female martial arts expert, uses her feet and toes as well
as her hands and fingers.
He shoud have known, but now it was too late. His name was Constable Clifford,
member of the NY Police.
Five killed males had been found, always a leg was broken, the testicles had
been crushed. Three of them had been smothered to death somehow, two of the
men had a crushed larynx.
They all had been found in hidden places in the near of the Central Park, the
youngest man was 35, the oldest one was 48 years old.
Clifford and his friend Smith had the job, to go on patrol in the park at this
afternoon.
Of course they hoped to find something about the serial killer. At four
o´clock, in the near of a big tree, they decided to use different ways for a
while.
At five o´clock, Clifford came back to the same point. He waited, more than a
half hour. He became nervous, more and more - Smith didn´t come.
In this moment, he heard the soft voice of a woman: "Are you looking for Mr.
Smith? He had a little accident, but don´t panic, it´s no big thing. Come with
me!"
The woman was in the thirties, thaught Clifford. She had long black hair, her
face showed asian elements, her expression seemed to be a little childish.
Though he was fascinated.
He followed her - what a mistake!
She was rather tall for a woman, nearly his height. She moved fast and
elegant, like a dancer. She weared black leggins and flip-flops on her bare
feet. Her legs seemed to be strong, every step showed her defined calves and
the muscular play of her thighs. Clifford was impressed.
After five minutes they came to an old uninhabited house. They went in, she
opened a door.
"Come in! Here he is!"
Clifford was horrified. Smith was bound on a chair. He was wimpering and
breathed noisily. He shook his head and looked terrified, when he saw the
woman. His nose was bloodied. He had a lot of bruises on his naked body. His
right hand was very thick, perhaps broken. Then Clifford saw his left leg. The
shinbone was obviously broken. He slowly begun to understand and looked to the
strange woman.
She smiled to him and took her flip-flops off. Clifford stared at her brown
feet. They were large, narrow at the heels but wide at the toe-section. The
long toes with blue painted toenails were powerful looking, the second, third
and fourth toe nearly as long as the big toe.
He now saw an uncredible toespread of her right foot. Her big toe moved away
from the second toe like the thumb of a hand. She slowly grabbed the strips of
her flip-flops and moved them to the side.
She looked to Smith. "I had to punish him a little and I´ve squeezed his
larynx. But he is not dead. He can follow the show."
Clifford was a Karate blue belt an very good with his colt. "Lady, what do you
doing, you are silly" he told and moved slowly backwards. It was in the same
moment: His hand tried to get the Colt, the woman made two steps forward, a
flying kick. "Kyjaa...", the steelhard egde of her right foot contacted his
upper arm. A bad noise, a cry - the impact broke his arm. She landed on her
hands, the foot kicks out again. He heard the breaking of his shinbone. A
terrible pain. He collapsed to the ground, wimpering.
The woman stood slowly up an told with her soft voice: "My name ist Zee-Lin.
I´m an expert in Footjitsu. We use hands and feet in the same way." She rised
her huge right foot showing the flexibility of her toes, wide spreading and
wiggling the long, monkeylike digits.
"Now to the first part." She told giggling like a schoolgirl. She moved
dancelike to Clifford, who was yet lying on the ground.
She faked a kick, but grabbed his hands. A quick movement, and she had him in
a double wristlock. He cried, the Jiu-Jitsu-hold was terrible painful and
there was no chance to escape.
Next he saw the muscular sole of her right foot. First she made again some
unbelievable toespreadings, closed the toes to a ´fist´, opening them again.
Clifford stared at the strong foot, despite his pain. She began to play with
his face now. Using her toes, she pinched him in the ears, grabbed his lips,
his chin. Effortless she made a huge gap between first and second toe and took
his nose in this toegrip.
"Now comes the first power-exersize," she giggled. She opened and closed her
toes two times. Then Clifford feeled the grip becoming stronger and stronger.
More and more. Clifford moaned, tears shooting in his eyes. He had never
thought, that toes could be so powerful. At least she began twitching her toes
and he lost conciousness for a short time.
He awoke, he moaned. He feeled a lot of pain in his wrists, they were probably
broken. His shirt was full of blood, flowed from his nose.
"Ah, there are you again, nice!" Zee-Lin whispered. She sucked on a Cola and
smiled.
"What do you want? Why do you do that to us?" he shouted.
She stood drinking in front of his sobbing form. "It´s my fun. It makes me hot
- like the five times before! You are moaning too loud. I think, it´s time for
the power-exersize for the left foot." Again she made some artistic movements
with the toes of the rised left foot.
Cliffords eyes showed panic, he crawled back, stopped by the wall.
'But he had no chance. She was too quick, too precise. While she makes
"Cheers!" with her Cola, her left foot shot forward with wide spreaded toes
and nailed him hard to the wall.
Her toes closed around his larynx, harder and harder. He brethed noisily,
tried to push the punishing foot away with his injured hands - no way.
She took a gulp, smiled innocently and made suddenly a hard gripping movement
with the big toe. Clifford tried to cry, but there was no voice. He feeled
terrible pain and heared a crunching sound. Then he lost conciousness again.
He awoke with a lot of pain in his neck, but a nice feeling between his legs.
He understood at once - he was terrified and fascinated in the same time.
She sat on a chair in front of him, the toes of her left foot kneaded his
prick, powerful but not painful. She was massaging herself, the hands under
the black leggins. Smith layed beneath, he was always naked. Both breathed
noisily.
"I do this the first time, it´s a primary. The one of you get´s an orgasm, the
other will be castrated." The pointed toes of her right foot signed to Smith´s
testicles.
Smith could yet move one hand and tried to hide his parts.
But again she was quick as a flash. She grabbed his thumb between big toe and
second toe, a powerful movement of the foot, a cracking sound, a giggling.
Smith moaned like baby, when she took his balls between the first und second
toe and between the third and fourth to of her right foot. He knew, what would
come.
Her left foot was a melking machine. Clifford tried to hold back, but her
trained toes were too strong, she knew exactly, where to grip and to pinch,
she´d done it very often.
And so there was a heavy eruption, a triumphant moaning from her mouth and the
sound of two bursting grapes at the same time.
She relaxed purring, squeezing the semen out of Clifford prick with nimble
toes. She looked to the twitching Smith. She rolled and squeezed his destroyed
balls with her prehensile toes. Smith lost conciousness.
Two hours later. Zee-Lin moved in again. She sat down on the chair.
"Hey, come on, men. Fight! It´s your last chance." She smiled, stood up and
went slowly to Smith. Rising her right foot, she shut his nose with the two-
toes-grip. She arced her foot, the heel under his chin. It was a deadly
footgrip. Clifford saw the muscular foot, the blue face of Smith and the
arrogant face of Zee-Lin. It tooks three minutes - Smith was dead.
She slowly walked to Clifford. He was barely conciousness, but he saw her
coming. He wasn´t able to crawl, he layed on his back. He noticed her
angellike face directly above his injured body. "Time to go, looser," she
whispered, tickling and teasing his stomach and chest with her right foot. Her
toes walked to his legs, he felt a firm grip, a grip that encircled the whole
package. She showed him her right hand, making slowly a fist - and doing the
same with her foot. He felt a terrible pain, heared the squishy sound of his
bursting balls. She suddenly turned her foot to the left, to the right, again
to the left holding the hard toegrip.
The heart attack came as suddenly as his castration. His body convulsed two
times and then he was dead. Zee-Lin opened her foot-fist, slipped in her flip-
flops and moved whistling out of the room.
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Headmistress Evans Gelding Day | STRAIGHT | Headmistress cures bad behavior. | The Headmistsress looked at the semi conscious young man. He had turned 18 and
his behavior needed to be improved before he could be relaeased from the
reformatory. Over the yerars she had performed scores of castrations and yet
each one seemed unique and gave her powerful orgasms. Her enormous breasts
tingled as she lifted the boys heavy sac into her small hands. He stirred
briefly not realizing he was to be emasculated .
The jar in which his scrotum would be permanently preseved for her collection
rested on her desk. The Headmistress intently lifted the sac-for a moment
savoring the manhood she was about to remove- and then smiled at the boy and
said" you will be so much better behaved dear" and quickly and expertly sliced
the boys manhood away from his body.
As she did so her body orgasmed in intense pleasure-her breasts and pussy
tingling from the pleasure......her nipples ached against the restraints of
her lacy black bra.
One month later the new eunuch thanked her for approving its release.After it
left the Headmistress took the jar containing the sack and balls out and
slowly caressed her pale white breasts.
She looked at the next file on her desk.........
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Gardening Time | TESTICLES | Short Story | ` `
Barbara almost had it; just a few more strokes and she’d be there. She was
sitting on the commode in her bathroom, her legs akimbo, furiously
masturbating. It started, and she slipped two fingers inside herself and
squeezed her legs together humping her hand until she climaxed. ‘Mmmmm.’ She
murmured to herself.
‘I should get a dildo, a really big one, like I see on the Internet. That
drunk I am married to is worthless, at least you can depend on a on a dildo.’
Her husband had come home drunk, a not unusual occurrence for him. ‘At least
he didn’t try to paw me tonight, smelling of beer, and who knows what else,
there has got to be something better than this.’ Barbara glance down at her
jeans, and there protruding from her back pocket were two large rubber bands,
she had put them in the pocket when she was planting onion sets earlier that
day. Growing up on a farm she had watched with excitement as her father would
place rubber bands on the scrotum of bull calves he planned to raise as beef.
‘Gee, my dad used to fix the bull calves with rubber bands just like these, I
wonder? Yes, that old fool won’t wake up, and I can be free of him and his
drunkin ways.’
Barbara pulled up her jeans and walked into the bedroom, where her husband was
passed out still in his work clothes. ‘No need to be careful about noise with
him, a marching band playing in this room wouldn’t waken him, the old drunk.’
She opened his trousers and pulled her husbands cock and balls free. Then she
proceeded to wrap the rubber bands around his balls, one turn, two turns,
three turns, and four seemed to do it very nicely. ‘You miserable chicken shit
son of a bitch, you got a hard-on, your too drunk to know what’s going on.
Well won’t you be surprised in the morning. Sleep tight.’
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Amazon Ball Hunters -- Part IX Ball Hunters 2 | NULLIFICATION | Starship Amazons castrated captured males in huge female love orgy | I pushed the big red button in front of me and heard the hissing sound. Ten
seconds later we dropped out of warp speed and proceeded on half impulse
power. In one hour we will get to the Planet Orsiana. Too bad we could not go
faster. Everyone was horny as hell and soaking wet. The air was heavy with
smell of pussy. Just thinking of the treasure in our cargo hold make me
tremble with pleasure. In the cargo hold are thirty eight males in stasis,
ready to be castrated. There would be a frenzy we hadn’t seen in years.
Nancy announced: “We have a message from the planet. Everyone quiet.”
Commandress Kara said: “On screen.” and we saw the familiar face of Tonia. She
was a big party promoter in the colony. Jill sent her pictures of the cargo
earlier and they had been using the slow subspace relay to negotiate a deal.
Now Tonia said: “Ninety bars for each is OK. Bring them in.” and terminated
the message. Commandress Kara yelled her war cry. “We get full price. Triple
bonus for everyone. We will stay there for two weeks. Tonia will give us a
private party room overlooking the main arena. We will keep six for our
private party.”
That was the biggest haul in years. After the Battle of Ninnian, the High
Council declared the War over, no more male in the galaxy. But we knew it was
bullshit. Everyone knew that some of them escaped and were still hiding out
among the asteroid belt. No one knew how many. Some said only a few hundred.
Some said several thousand. But we knew they were there, desperately horny,
needing womyn, preying on lone ships passing close to the belt. Once or twice,
they even attacked smaller colonies. Everyone out here was armed. Nobody
wanted to think about the fate of being taken.
And we did not sit around for them to come. Most colonies out here had a
bounty on cocks. Bring in one cock and they pay you a bar of dilithium
crystal. But that’s not where the money was. The money was in the parties. The
party promoters paid us ball hunters for the males. They organized castration
parties. The tickets sold like hot cakes. The High Council had standing order
for every male to be castrated and turned into womyn. The cock and ball we
captured were supposed to be preserved and sent to the Grand Temple. But they
did not know what happened out here at the edge of the galaxy.
Like most ball hunters, we mostly made money running trade, both legal and
illegal. Most of us were special attack groups in the War to Eliminate Males.
After so much action, it was hard to go back to mundane jobs. So we pooled our
discharge pay and bought a ship to trade. To save time and fuel, and to check
out the bounty to be have, we always ran close to the asteroid belt. If we saw
male ships, we hunt them down. Sometimes they attacked us, trying to capture
sex slaves. This guerrilla war has been going on for several years. But we
must be running out of males. The pickings in the last two years had been very
slim.
A month ago, running supplies to the Pronolie Outpost, we detected the
subspace signature of a male scout ship. Luckily we just installed a croaking
device, so they could not see us. Cloaking devices were illegal, used mostly
by smugglers. We got ours by bribing the commandress of a military junk yard.
We stalked them and found their hideout but could not raid them. There were
only eight of us on board.
After we dropped off the cargo, Commandress Irene signed up ten former shock
trooper on the return trip. The hunt was on. With the cloaking device, we
totally surprised them. I actually liked hand-to-hand combat. My favorite
thing to do was to kick a male between his legs and watch him go down
retching, twisting in pain. Now we were looking forward to the castration
party, which always end up as mass orgies.
All the males were naked, with their hands tied behind their backs. Their
cocks were fully erect. Tonia had them injected with powerful aphrodisiac. Not
that it was necessary. All the womyn in the arena were almost naked. Looking
at all those beautiful bodies, and smelling our pussy, was more than enough to
make any of them super hard. Every male had a leash on his balls. It cost two
gold coins to drag the prisoner into the arena. Tonia sold tickets for
everything. We were the envy of everyone there. We had six of them between the
eighteen of us. I drew one of the lots. I shared it with Danelle, my lover. So
we had one leash to each of his balls. Walking down the aisle, with all these
naked female bodies and swaying and bouncing tits, excited me so much.
Our private room was ten feet above the main floor. The wall overlooking the
castration stage directly was glass. We had the best seat in the house. As
soon as the males were strapped to the frames, the action began. Down there,
they lined up to squeeze the balls, hard. There were huge display screens
every where. Some showed the whole stage. Some showed only the cock and balls.
Everyone could see what’s going on. The orgy had began. I had not squeezed a
ball for a long time. It was so arousing. Tonia had love making sound piped
into the arena. That added much to the sexual frenzy.
After an hour or so, the emcee announced: “We are ready for the first
castration. Denise, please get on stage.” She was a tall beauty, with long
flaming red hair. Her lover went up with her. The emcee handed Denise a knife.
She grabbed the cock. The camera zoomed in. In one second, it was off. The
cheering was thunderous. Then she pulled the ball sac very tight and cut it
slowly. After it was also cut off, Denise lifted the cock and balls for all to
see. But it was not over. The emcee brought over a little stand. Denise took
the balls out of the ball sac and put it there. Then she took a mallet and
smashed them. As the balls exploded, bits of testicle matter shot out from
beneath the mallet. They were so hot they made love on the stage.
The next castratresses were Eve and her lover. They both had very short blonde
hair. Eve sliced open the ball sac and popped them out. Then she put the balls
on the stand. She smashed the left ball and her lover smashed the right ball
while they were still attached. Then they cut off the cock.
Tonia really squeezed everything she could out of those balls. Five of the
males were auctioned off in the arena. The winners castrated him right then
and there. As the night went on, the sex became more and more intense. Several
castratresses mounted the males before cutting off the cocks and balls. We
also did that in our private room. Those lucky cocks really felt the tightness
of some pussy before their castrations. One castratress stroked the cock until
it shot its cum. As the first stream of hot white cum fly through the air to
land on her tits, she cut off the cock, which continued to shoot hot white cum
after it was severed. Every ball, after it was cut off, was taken out of the
ball sac and smashed. Some were popped out of the ball sac, squeezed until
they exploded while they were still attached. That was what I did too.
The orgy frenzy went on for two full days before all the males were castrated.
It took us two weeks to recover.
Epilogue:
That huge orgy in Orsiana was the last of its kind. Rumor and gossip spread
throughout the quadrant, each getting more exaggerated as it was passed on.
Some even said that we let the cocks shoot their cum inside us. Bootleg memory
crystals were sold in the black market. Finally the authorities started an
investigation but nothing came of it. Tonia went into hiding for a while. We
left the region for a year. Orgies became a lot smaller and much more
discrete. In any case, there was no more big group of males captured after
that. Maybe there was no more male out there. Maybe the war was really over.
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750 Fuck Chapter 1 | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Sean is about to get 750 fucks | ` Sean pulled his back and one of his classmate suggest him to get a massage.
He found an massage ad from local ad paper and then made an early evening
appointment. He got to the massage place by a cab and when the cab dropped him
off, he was asking himself if this place is the right one. The building was
one of many condammend buildings. He anyway decided to excute his plan because
he has strongly built body. He walked up to the stair and push the button.
After the buzzing sound, he opened the door and walked upstair to the suit 18.
It was one big studio room with lots of windows. It must be dark outside
because Sean didn't see reflection of him on the windows. A lady greeted him
and asked him to make himself home. `
The lady introduced herself to him and explained to him about masssage since
it was his first time. He was told to stripped down and lay on the massage
table. He hoped that the lady didn't see his semi boner when he took off his
underwear. He quicked laid on the table on his stomach. The lady put the
classical music on and he found himself in dark room with few candles on. The
lady took a deep breath and out. She rubbed his shoulder and back. Time passed
and the lady told him to wake up that the massage session was over.
He must had felt asleep during the massage. He got up and put the clothes on.
She told him it was $75 and when he reached his back pocket, he realized he
didn't have his wallet. He tried to think back where his wallet might had been
left. Anyway, he explained to the lady the situation. The lady became very
sterical and she told him that she has to compenscate his clothes. And when he
hesitated that, she called her man and he had to take his all clothes off
again in front the lady and the macho man. The man grabbed him by his shoulder
and kicked him off to the street (although he begged him for any kindness)
He was in front of the buidling with no clothes on, it wasn't cold but since
the situation was freaky he started to shivel. It was dark but that's when
certain type of people come out to the outdoor. In few mins, he had to cover
his penis because at least 15 men were starring at him and his pubic area. In
another min, he was surrounded by these rough looking men. A guy named Eric
told him to uncover himself. Eric punched his gut when Sean hesitated. So this
time, he uncovered himself and closed his eyes. Eric and his right man
suddenly grabbed Seans arms and legs and carried him to a building after few
block.
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Fist | GAY, TESTICLES | An intense fisting session goes further than Billy expects. | ` By the time I got my fourth finger into Billy’s ass, he would have let me do
anything to him that I wanted.
We had been going at it for close to an hour now. I had the boy’s wrists
handcuffed to the ends of the table, with ropes around his ankles keeping his
feet high up in the air. A blindfold kept him guessing what I would do to him.
I took it slow at first, just one finger loosening up Billy’s tight ring. Then
with lots of lube I slipped a second finger inside. He loved it, squirming and
moaning as I felt around for his prostate. His cock jumped when I touched the
magic button deep inside his ass.
The third finger took longer to work in. His muscle fought me hard, so I had
to stop and break open a popper, holding it right under Billy’s nose. When
that hit his brain, his anus opened up wide and I got three fingers inside him
easy. With my other hand I stroked his hard cock a little, just enough to keep
him excited. There was already a pool of pre-cum on his belly and I didn’t
want him to shoot yet.
Billy was a hot boy. Just 18 and skinny, with that skater boy look I love:
pierced eyebrow, nose and lip. Every so often I’d tweak those little nipples,
making him moan. He was so smooth. My own cock was straining against my jeans.
Back to work. I pulled out my hand and really covered it with the lube.
Billy’s hole looked loose and sloppy, like it was just waiting for me to come
back. I cupped my fingers together tightly and pushed until four fingers were
inside up to the second knuckle. The boy moaned and pulled on the cuffs,
swaying back and forth. I don’t think I’d ever seen him so turned on.
I knew it would take another popper to get my whole fist in, so I broke open a
second capsule and held it up to his nose. He turned his head away from the
strong smell, but I kept it right up against his nose. Billy let out a huge
groan as I pushed my hand hard into him. Just when I thought his ass would
never surrender, the muscle went completely slack and sucked my hand inside
him. Bingo!
I looked down and there was my wrist sticking out of his hole. Billy shouted,
“Oh shit, oh shit!” I opened my hand slightly, touching the soft silky insides
of his rectum. It’s always an incredible feeling to fist somebody.
My hand inched further inside, taking it slow. This was the easy part now. I
felt around, easing my way up the canal. My wrist was inside him now, and part
of my forearm had disappeared. Billy dick was still rock hard, dripping pre-
cum like crazy. I didn’t touch it because I was sure he’d shoot.
A third hit of poppers sent him into orbit. He was moaning, twisting from side
to side. I couldn’t believe when I looked down and saw that I was almost in up
to my elbow. I had never fisted anyone so deep. I stopped and felt his pulse
beating around my arm. That’s such a fucking turn on, man.
I had prepared the elastrator before I even started fisting him. The green
band was already stretched out, so it was really easy to slip it over his
sack. With the intense feelings he was going through, Billy barely seemed to
notice when the cold steel touched his balls. I ratcheted the band down and it
compressed his sack into a tight little pouch. It turned a dark red almost
immediately.
Billy was screaming, his body racked by pain and pleasure. His cock had
softened a little, so I worked it back up to full stiffness. I gently stroked
him, keeping him on the edge of orgasm, as I worked my hand inside him a
little more. His sack was purple now, the blood trapped inside, his balls
screaming.
I could feel his rectum spasm around my arm. A thick rope of cum shot from him
cock, hitting Billy on his face and neck. Billy shouted in joy as the second
and third spurt landed on his chest: His last ejaculation before I made him
into a eunuch.
I slowly eased my arm out of Billy, careful not to hurt his delicate rectum.
His chest was heaving, and tears were flowing from his eyes. The boy was out
of his mind. The pain from his balls was starting to take him over, and the
idea that he wasn’t getting out of this situation intact. The price for this
session would be damn high.
I felt Billy’s sack, checking that it was cooling down. I figured his balls
were just about dead by now, but I didn’t want to cut the band off until it
was really over. I took a washcloth and wiped his face. I bent over and licked
a glob of cum off his nipple. He looked so hot lying there, helpless as I
squeezed the life out of his balls.
That was a couple of months ago. We still have fisting sessions, and Billy is
still beautiful to look at, even though his cock stays small and limp. I like
tracing my finger under it, feeling the scar where his sack used to be. He
smiles and groans as my fist sinks into his ass.
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Notorious "Mouse Balls" Memo, The | Sorry folks, I couldn't help myself, had to share this with everyone. | ` Editor's Note: I thought we should archive this one for posterity! Thanks,
frb. Used to have a copy of this and lost it!`
MOUSE BALLS: I don't know how they wrote this with a straight face... This
apparently was a real memo sent out by a computer company to itsemployees in
all seriousness. It went to all field engineers about acomputer peripheral
problem. The author of this memo was quite genuine. The engineers rolled on
the floor! Especially note the last couple of sentences.
MEMO: If a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may
need a ball replacement. Mouse balls are now available as FRU (Field
Replacement Units). Because of the delicate nature of this
procedure,replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly
trained personnel. Before proceeding, determine the type of mouse balls by
examining the underside of the mouse. Domestic balls will be larger and harder
than foreign balls. Ball removal procedures differ depending upon the
manufacturer of the mouse. Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop-off
method. Domestic balls are replaced by using the twist-off method. Mouse balls
are not usually static sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in
sudden discharge. Upon completion of ball replacement,the mouse may be used
immediately. It is recommended that each person have a pair of spare balls for
maintaining optimum customer satisfaction. Any customer missing his balls
should contact the local personnel in charge of removing and replacing these
necessary items. Please keep in mind that a customer without properly working
balls is an unhappy customer.
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Emily's Story (personal anecdote) | Hi, my penname is Emily Wannabe, and I am a crossdressing
straight male who fantasizes about castration. This is my story.
I started crossdressing about age 10 when I was playing with my little sister,
and she wanted to play store. She set up a whole bunch of toys and such
around her room. One of the items was a pair of my Mom's pumps. One thing lead
to another,
and I found myself wearing the pumps. I was hooked. I have dressed in secret
for
24 years.
About five years ago, I tried a new game. I was dresses to the nines,
and thought, what if someone caught me, and told me they were going to
castrate me? I then took a guitar string, wrapped it around my balls,
and ran it up through my outfit until it came out the neck of my dress.
I then stood on a stool and tied the other end to the shower rod. I then
leaned back until I had tension on the wire, and fantasized about being put
in this position by my girlfriend who then told me to jump, or be pushed.
Funny thing happened...I slipped...It's not that easy to stand on a stool in
four inch heels. I hung there for about a minute, then the string broke.
That scared the living daylights out of me, because I like fantasizing, but
hadn't really seriously considered finishing the job. This little game had
drawn blood, and alerted me to the dangers of my little game.
I have played this game a number of times since, but avoid the 4 inch heels
so I can keep my traction. I have also played with rubber bands and an
elastrator.
I only leave the bands on for about 20 minutes, so I think I'm still playing
it safe.
Well...That's it in a nutshell.
Comments? Write me
[email protected] | {
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hypno-therapy | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | Going to the shrink | 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
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Obeyed Master | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Wife convinces husband they need a Master to improve her sex life. Master takes immediate charge and husband is castrated as wife watches. <BR><BR>Adult fantasy only. Not recommended to do. No minors For adult sexual enjoyment only. | ` `
I agreed to obey Master. My wife convinced
me that we both needed a Master to control
our life and improve her sex life.
I did as Master demanded, I bent over and
spread my legs. Master strapped my legs to
the posts and then secured my hands to my
ankles.
Master told me only he would fuck my wife
from now on as of right now. Master took my
testicles in his hand and squeezed them hard
until I begged him to stop. He repeated this
several times as my wife watched.
Your wife’s pussy is completely mine now.
He slapped my nuts as my wife watched and
listened to me beg him to stop. She was naked
for Master as he requested.
Your testicles hurt don’t they Master said.
Master said he would fix me so my testicles
couldn’t be hurt any more.
Bring me the knife Master told my wife.
I heard my wife ask what size Master
desired. Bring me the paring knife and the
steel from the knife holder Master said.
I heard Master use the steel to sharpen the
kitchen paring knife. This will be just fine
Master said.
Without further conversation, Master took
a length of cotton rope and tied it tight around
my testicles. It hurt it was so tight. Look at
his nuts turn purple he said to my wife.
I felt a hot sting as Master took the paring
knife and cut a slit in my scrotum and I could
see some blood drop on the floor below my
head. Then I felt terrible pain and I saw one
of my testicles fall to the floor, more pain and
my other nut plopped on the floor also right
where I could see them both.
I was in a daze but I remember hearing
Master say to my wife that he won’t be
fucking you anymore now without his nuts.
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Cascade, The | PENECTOMY | The highlight of the party is where ten guillotines have been set up in a row. The men are brought forward, shoulder to shoulder, and their erections are placed through the restraining holes. | The highlight of the party is where ten guillotines have been set up in a row.
The men are brought forward, shoulder to shoulder, and their erections are
placed through the restraining holes. A great excitement and expectation fills
the room, many wonder what must be going through those men’s minds. Final
checks are made and then it is time, the room is silent but for the buzz of
electric tension! The men can be seen to brace themselves. People strain for a
good view.
Woosh, it has started. The blade falls and the first man’s cock is sent
tumbling to the floor. There is a two second delay and woosh, the second cock
is severed. The crowd’s heads turn slightly as they wait for three, then four
and so it goes on down the line for twenty seconds.
They call it The Cascade. If you want, because of the cocks that are cut off
and sent tumbling to the floor. The real reason for the name is that as the
first blade falls, within a few moments of each other, the remaining nine
cocks begin spewing spurt after spurt of cum, that rains down like a
waterfall. If he’s quick, the first guy may get out one spurt of cum before
his cock is chopped but regardless his last spurts (and often the second man
too) are seen by the crowd, strangely shooting out from the middle of the hole
where their cocks had been.
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Slave Boys | **[eunuch.org/_private/stories_ahdr.htm]**
## Slave Boys
**Date:** 23 Oct 1997
**Time:** 23:46:11
**Remote Name:** 205.186.81.216
**Remote User:**
### description
A historical look at the practice of castrating young slaves.
### Comments
In the ancient bysantic empire young boys were robbed and brought to
Konstantinopel from all Mediterrean area. Most of the boys became slaves and
quides for harems. Many of them served their masters on many ways. Boys who
had a good singing voice were brought to richest harems, where they
entertained the sultan and other persons by singing. The boys coming to
Konstantinopel were normally circumcised. One of the first measures, when the
boys came to Konstantinopel, was the circumcision. However, many of the boys
had to undergo an other and more deep going operation - castration. Especially
the most beautiful boys with nice face and blond hair were taken to harems and
their destiny was to undergo the castration. The same was for boys with a good
singing voice. In order to keep their voice clear they were castrated just
when the first signs of the puberty could be seen. Normally both operations
were made on the same time. An right order was first to circumcisise and then
castrate the boy. The boys physical development was followed keen and the
right point of time was chosen. In order to follow a boys development he was
examined carefully, when he gegun to aproach the puberty. Normally it was a
barber-surgeon, to whom the boy was brought to be examined and later on to be
operated. In some cases, in later times in the 16th century there were females
practicising as barber-surgeons. When a boy was brought to the physical
examination a special attention was naturally payd to his genitals. For the
people participating the examination it was most exciting to look at, when the
barber-surgeon examined the boys penis and scrotum. The boy was first
undressed and then layed on the examination table and his legs were spread a
little apart. The female barber-surgeon observed and commented the development
grade of the penis and testicles. She was satisfied when she notices an
especially long foreskin. The right time for the operations was, when the
puberty was just starting, the testicles had already grown a little, but the
penis was still small. The female barber-surgeon took a light grip on the
penis and pulled the normally a little tight foreskin carefully back exposing
the moisty glans. Then she rolled the foreskin on the glans and stretched it
as long as possible showing to the other persons its length. All persons
nodded. She enjoyed when she noticed that the foreskin was so long, thick and
fleshy. She then cupped the scrotum and pulled gently the testicles outside.
She smiled to other attenders. She noticed how the boy begun to breathen more
deep and massaged his round thighs together in order to prevent the attenders
to see his virgin genitals. He also tryed to cover his genitals with his hand,
but his hand were moved away and the barber-surgeon continud the examination.
This was most enjoyable to all attenders. The female barber-surgeon and other
females dripped between their legs. The men following the scenery felt their
penises went to a huge erection. The female barber-surgeon weighted the boys
testicles and rounded them gently between her thumb and foresfinger. There was
an extremly excited atmosphere in the room. All nodded to themselves, it could
be heard small discussion, that the operation will be realized soonest
possible. In the following day the operations took place. The boy was put as
naked on the same table. There were several females and men on the place. His
legs were spread apart and his legs and hands were tied strong on the bed.
Some females tryed to calm and quiet the boy, who begun to wrigle and moan.
The was placed a white clothe under the boys buttocks. The female barber-
surgeon looked at the the boys genitals. The scerery before her eyes was most
enjoyable. She saw his small penis with a long and wrinkled foreskin showing
upside to the boys pelvis. She noticed that the foreskin was nearly as long as
the shaft of the penis. The round testicles lied beside themselves, one a
little lower than the other, in their soft scrotum. Because it was very warm
the boys scrotum was loose and soft and therefore the contures of the
testicles could be seen clearly. She first took a gently grip with both hands
on the boys genitals. She stretched and gently rubbed like milking the
foreskin and simultaneusly with her other hand gently cupped the testicles and
could feel their weight, warmth and roundness. She said that they are ripe to
be taken off \- it is the right point of time to cut the boy. Then everything
happened rather rapidly. She took a extremly sharp and small razor in her
hand. Gently she milked the foreskin as long as possible in front of the
glans. Then she rapidly made a skilful cut behind the corona of the glans and
on this way loosened the outer part of the foreskin. She said that she removes
the foreskin totally, so she made the first cut near the root of the penis.
When first incision happend, the boy gegun to wrinkle and moan noicely.
However, he could not move and. The females comforted and calmed him. The
female surgeon was skilled and small incisions followed themselves. Soon also
the inner part of foreskin was removed. The boys glans was now exposed and a
little bleeding wound rounded the penis behind the corona of glans. All women
participating the operation felt excited and they felt how theír pussies were
totally wetted. The men could not resist any more. Many of them opened their
trousers and took half in secret their erected penises out. The barber-surgeon
continued. She then gripped the boys scrotum and cupped the testicles one
again. She rolled the testicles between her fingers and said to others how
delicateus testicles the boy has. Everything was ready to be continued. She
took the razor on her right hand and gripped the left testicle between her
thumb and foresfinger. The scrotum's skin was tense. Then she made a slight
incision, not more than one inch, and pressed the testicle out. After bounding
the spermatic cord she loosened the blue-purplish testicle. This was extremly
exciting. The attending men begun more or less in secret masturbate their
penises. They also begun to caress the females wet pussies. The famales could
not resist their desire to grip the male's genitals, especially on their
testicles. They all looked at, when the female barber-surgeon skillfully
continued the castration. The scenery was extremly cruel, but on the same time
exciting. Rapidly she repeated the same procedure on the right testicle. When
she pressed the right testicle between her fingers and prepared to incise the
tense skin on the second time, many of the men started to ejaculated. Soon the
castration was over. The cutted foreskin and testicles were in an metallic
jar. There was a small puddle of blood on the white textile between the legs
under the boy's buttocks. There bleeded a little on the buttocks from the two
wounds of the cutted scrotum. Then the boy was released and his pelvis and the
insides of his thighs and the buttocks were cleaned from blood. The boy was
carried to the restroom and the fewmales took a good care to him.
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Transformed by the Klika | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other: fem nullo & sci fi | Earth is invaded by a race of aliens that brutaly alter the bodies of their captors in strange sexual ways. Its a bit sadistic, and very strange.Enjoy! | Transformed in the Hive
Five years ago, the Earth was invaded by the Klikas. The
Klikas were an alien race that was organized like a bee colony.
The people of Earth are resisting, but the Klikas control most of
the globe. I was a member of the resistance, until yesterday when
I was captured. I was about to be assimilated into the hive. The
Klikas were skilled in genetic manipulation, and could adapt any
creature to fit into their hive society. Most of those who were
captured were turned into workers, but some became drones and
queens. The Klikas formed the warriors of the hive.
The Klikas were bipedal like us, about 7 feet tall, with
light green skin. The only major difference between them and us
was their sexual organs. They had what looked like half of a third
leg between their other two legs. They could manipulate it like an
elephant’s trunk. The end of the trunk had three opposing flipper-
looking appendages and retractable fangs around a vagina-like
orifice in the center.
The cell door slid open and three Klikas entered the cell.
Two of them were armed, the third seemed to be in charge. There
were eight of us in here, and we knew that we would soon be
assimilated. The on in charge looked us over and settled on a
female prisoner. “She’ll do.”
The Klika in charge grabbed her as she screamed and ripped
her clothes off. With her arms she(all Klika warriors were female)
pinned the prisoner’s hands to the wall, and grabbed her crotch
with her strange organ. I must admit, I’ve always wondered how
they did the transformations, but I never expected this. The woman
continued to scream, but not as loudly. The Klika seemed like she
was enjoying herself. The woman stopped screaming, and suddenly
seemed to get shorter. Her arms and legs were shortening. She was
saying “No, No, No,” but almost like she was in a trance. Her
breasts and stomach began to grow and she started growing new
breasts. She was being turned into a queen. The Klika hissed and
withdrew her sex organ. The woman fell to the ground and continued
to change. Her pussy became larger, and her legs shrank onto her
plump body. She had almost twenty nipples on her stomach now. Her
arms were almost gone, and her head was sinking into her body.
“Now you’re going to need a drone. Any volunteers? The
rest of you will become workers.”
I small man raised his hand and meekly said, “I don’t want
to be a worker.”
“Good! Strip and I shall transform you.”
While the prisoner stripped, the Klika fondled the tip of
her sex organ.
“Turn around.” The prisoner turned around, and the Klika
grabbed his ass with her organ.
The man gasped and looked down at his rapidly growing
genitals. His balls were the size of grapefruits, and his penis
hung down to his knees. He smiled and started to get hard. The
Klika hissed, thrust her hips a few times and then let go of him.
“There is your queen, drone. Tend to her.” He immediately started
to hump the lump, which used to be a woman.
The Klika then began to work on the rest of us. She
grabbed another and woman and linked her organ to her pussy. The
woman struggled and screamed as the Klika altered the woman’s
body. The Klika hissed again and she removed her organ from her
crotch. The woman gasped, grabbed her crotch and fell to the
floor. “You won’t need that smelly thing any more. Rise worker.”
To my surprise, she got up. Her groin was featureless and bald.
Her breasts had shrunk and she was thinner. “Yes my master,” she
cheerfully replied.
Next was a man. He struggled but to no avail. She grabbed his
manhood with her organ and he screamed when I heard a sickening
crunch. Then the hiss, the gasp from her victim and the fall to
the floor. He looked just like the woman did. He had a smooth
groin and small breasts.
The next three went the same way, and she was down to me. “Leave
us.” The two guards left. “I think I can handle you myself.
Relax, I always like to savor the last one. Are you frightened.”
“Fuck you!”
“You are right, I will fuck you.” She fondled the end of her sex
organ again. “I like your spirit, I think I will pleasure you as I
break you. I’ll bet you’re wishing that you volunteered to become
the drone.”
“It had crossed my mind.”
“Well you made the right choice. He’ll be dead by morning from
exhaustion.” Her sex organ reached out and grabbed my balls and
cock. My cock seemed to be in an orifice of some kind. I could
feel retracted fangs everywhere inside and on the flipper that held
my balls. She began to move her orifice, and rub my cock. “Soon,
your precious genitals will be gone, enjoy yourself while you can.
Don’t worry, as a worker you will feel love, as you never had
before, and we will care for you as long as you live.”
It did feel good and I closed my eyes and began to enjoy her
touch. I heard her hissing. The Klika seemed overcome with
pleasure. “Hurry Earth man, I can’t hold back much longer.” I was
close to cumming but not there yet. She hissed again and gasped as
the fangs sank into my flesh, piercing my cock and balls. “Feel my
venom entering you. Soon you will be my happy slave.”
I felt her sting and a warmth began to spread to my legs and then
up my body. I felt a strange floating sensation. I was going to
cum. Her trunk clenched and crushed my testicles as I injected my
cum into her body. The Klika looked into my eyes and hissed in
pleasure. Her orifice cushed and bit off my cock, then reached
down and bit off my crushed balls. Pain filled me, but I seemed to
be floating. I looked at my former enemy and felt a strange love
for her. I would do anything for her. Anything.
She let go of me and I dropped to the floor. I felt my crotch and
was glad that I had given her such pleasure. My groin had healed
instantly and was completely smooth. I felt so happy having given
her my balls and cock. I felt my chest and small breasts were
budding. “Rise my slave.” Her words covered me like honey. I
wanted to serve her until I died.
“Yes, my master.”
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My Patients And I - Part 01a - Addendum | GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, Circumcision | This is the start of a new series, written in the first hand. Some of the stories will be written just from the Doctor’s view; others will include the patients view. This addendum to Part 1 is to add to the understanding of this series of stories. | ` This is the start of a new series, written in the first hand. Some of the
stories will be written just from the Doctor’s view; others will include the
patients view. `
This set of stories draws from various works, including “An All-Around Im-
provement,” “Reverence,” and “IRC Story.” Others come from original inspira-
tion and in some cases, a combination of numerous stories. I have read so many
good stories on the Archives over the years that it is impossible to identify
which parts of my stories in this series come from myself or from other
stories.
That said, I want to thank all of the authors for all of the great stories
that I have that read and enjoyed over the years, going back to the original
Archives.
This addendum to Part 1 is to add to the understanding of this series of
stories.
\--------------------------------------------------------------------
Each story or set of stories revolves around either one patient or a small set
of patients, such as brothers or close friends that end up in front of the
doctor be-cause of actions of the patient(s) and/or decision(s) of the
parent(s) involved.
Each individual story is written in it entirety; even those in story sets.
Most stories or set of stories are not linked to each other, only to Part 1.
A single story will be labeled “Part 2,” “Part 3,” etc… A story set will be
labeled “Part 2a,” “Part2b’” “Part 3a,” “Part 2b,” etc… to indicate that it
contains multi-ple parts, usually from different viewpoints.
Those stories (or sets) that are linked will be noted in each story (set) that
is linked to another.
It is unlikely that any story set will be complete before another story (or
set) is released. It is my intent to write the stories (or sets) in
chronological order from the Doctor’s viewpoint.
Please E-mail at [email protected] and let me know what your
thoughts are on this series.
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Janitor pt 2 | GAY, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION | Just the last few paragraphs of the 'janitor' story. | I finally managed to make it back to the gym, and this time when I
got into the shower people out and out stared. I still said
nothing. A few guys looked ill, but most of them were just
incredulous. I even noticed a few pop giant erections right there.
"Did you get into another accident, dude?" one asked me.
"Nah, man. I, uh, couldn't take being horny all the time."
A total lie, but in the face of actually telling somebody what
really happened all my resolve melted away.
"Jesus, man, I'm sorry." The guy turned away and went back
to showering.
Well, this is about as far as the story goes. I've been
totally smooth for about a year now. I'm still with Cliff, and I
never have seen Joe again. If I saw him now I guess I'd just thank
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News Article: 'Hijacker confessed under threat of castration' | Current events news story | The Arab-Israeli citizen accused of attempting to hijack an aircraft and fly it into a building said yesterday he never tried to seize the controls. Mr Fukra said he confessed under duress from Turkish interrogators. "They told me that they castrate anyone who doesn't co-operate with them. So I told them anything they wanted to hear," he said. | ` http://news.independent.co.uk/world/middle_east/story.jsp?story=356224 `
'Hijacker confessed under threat of castration'
By Justin Huggler in Jerusalem
27 November 2002
The Arab-Israeli citizen accused of attempting to hijack an aircraft and fly
it into a building said yesterday he never tried to seize the controls. Tawfiq
Fukrasaid he only "confessed" when Turkish police threatened to castrate him.
Mr Fukra, a Palestinian with Israeli citizenship, is being held in a Turkish
prison after being accused of trying to hijack an El Al flight from Tel Aviv
to Istanbul on 17 November. El Al portrayed the incident as proof of the
efficiency of its security. Mr Fukra was wrestled to the floor by two security
guards posing as passengers.
Mr Fukra claimed in an interview with Israel's Ha'aretz newspaper that he
never tried to hijack the aircraft. He said instead he had analtercation with
a stewardess.
Mr Fukra told Ha'aretz he was angry because, as an Arab, he had to endure
extra security checks at Tel Aviv airport. "I was nervous on the flight," he
said. "It was the first time I ever flew. I got up before landing and the
stewardess yelled at me. I shouted back and the security guards pounced on me
and I fell to the ground. I don't have any more memory of what happened."
There were wildly differing versions of events on the flight. Mr Fukra's
versiontallies with some early accounts. But several passengers said they saw
him try to break into the cockpit. Last week the Israeli government described
the incident as a "terror attack".
Mr Fukra said he confessed under duress from Turkish interrogators. "They told
me that they castrate anyone who doesn't co-operate with them. So I told them
anything they wanted to hear," he said.
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No More Balls 2 | STRAIGHT, WARNING, TESTICLES | Just another encounter | If you have been following my tales since the first one, this is just another
encounter. There may be some changes coming soon though...I'll explain.
Joe has been Mary's steady lover for awhile now. I have serviced them to their
liking. Joe came up with a new position to bang my girlfriend. I lay on my
back on the bed. Mary lays on her back on top of me and spreads her legs wide.
I get her started by fondling her clit with my fingers. I am not allowed to
let her orgasm, thats Joe's job. I get her real wet though and she loves the
teasing. When Joe sees her moisture dripping from her slit, he lays on top of
her. I guide his cock into her pussy, all the while underneath them. It
doesn't take long for Joe to come. His face is right over mine, whispering
into Mary's ear. I lay there with my limp dick and wait for him to stop
coming. He jumps off her, then Mary spins around on my chest and moves her
pussy right over my face and then I wait. It doesn't take long for gravity to
expel all the cum that comes out of her pussy. It comes out in huge globs and
I don't have to dig in with my tongue. After she sees that I have cleaned her,
she pushes her clit onto my mouth. I suck on it until she comes again. It used
to be humiliating, but I have gotten used to it.
I hope you all remember Donna....the lesbian that took my balls. She was over
at the house hanging with Mary and Joe. Mary told me to show Donna what my
genitals look like now that its been so long after she nutted me. Nothing is
more humiliating than having a lesbian laugh at your little dick and no balls
to hang. She grabbed me by my dick and told me she should have cut that off
too. Thats what started the next phase of my life. They all started to talk
about taking my cock off. I begged them to change their minds. I suggested
that I go in for a sex change operation. This actually got Donna hot. She
actually thinks I would make a good looking female. Joe was into it too, and
wanted to see me undergo hormone therapy, and watch the changes in my body. I
think he just wants another pussy to fuck.
I have made inquiries into the change. I have to see a shrink for gender
counceling. It seems you can't just get an operation, I must live as a woman
for a year before they will consider sex reassignment. Mary has told the
shrink that I have been dressing up (a lie) and the shrink is buying her tale.
So my friends, the next time I write I may be a girl. I will let you all know
how it gos, and I will also let you know of any other encounters with Mary and
Joe....and Donna. Don't cheat on your women!
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No more Aging | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Sperm eating to stop aging | In the near furture A women Scientist finds that Sperm put on a
womens wrinkles makes them vanish.
Animal sperm is put into Hand cream and anti aging creams by
company's. Male animals Are put into
milking farms. A house wife experimenting try's her husbands sperm on
her wrinkles and finds it works
even faster.And Then eats some sperm and finds she don't have to wear
it to make it work. Male
Sperm is the very hard to find . A year Latter a Butcher shop owner
finds that if you eat testicles it can
even take off a year or two. Bulls are the Cloned for there sperm.
owners of breading Dogs and cats
find that there Breeders have been castrated during the night. House
wife's Start milking there
men.And Look for husbands that can produce more sperm. They start
cooking with it .Putting it in all
there foods. Some even Buy Human Testicles on the Black market
finding that they work best.
Husbands are found to have one or two testicles removed. Scientist
start cloning Animals to make them
have three or more testicles. I wrote this story hoping more women
will start Liking men's sperm and
there Balls.
Thanks
[email protected] | {
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Reality | TESTICLES | I have a high libido and big balls and cock. It has often infringed upon my requirement in true love, and my peace of mind. | ` Therefore I decided to ask various experienced sources about castration. It
was a fantasy for a couple of years, then upon further investigation I realizd
that being a eunuch was the way to go. Like the Eunuch slaves becoming a Party
in the Roman Senate, and the greatest explorer and Admiral of all time; what's
his name fron China 60 or so years before Columbus. `
Now, the governments of any country competing in a global capitalist society
do not want you to be listless, laid back or lazy, as would be the outcome for
most marijuana smokers, nor do they want to condone castration, even for sex
offenders, because of fear of the same outcome. I'm guessing.
In my case: I have strong morals, have a strong libido, and can make my wife
orgasm in 3 minutes guaranteed, with a dildo slightly larger than my own cock,
plus the use of my tongue.
However she wants to please me, however a few weeks after castration, I would
not desire the need, spend more time being productive, and more time pleasing
my wife with no need to please myself. She is now happy knowing that I do not
feel that I'm missing my own orgasm.
Remember I had a high libido, my wife loves me being a eunuch now, she had her
doubts, but has never come so often since.
Warning: before finding a cutter or surgeon, you must feel that you will Love
your spouse, and and you would like to, not chill, but redirect to a more
relaxing lifestyle.
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STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | The same story as STB Law 4, told through the eyes of one of the boys. | Ryan’s Story 2, pt.1
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Taken by a stranger... | GAY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A young man is castrated by force. | Jamie loved masturbating. It was an obsession with him. Every day,
every chance he had, he masturbated. Naturally enough it was this
which got him in trouble, bigger trouble than he had been in before.
At 19 he was just getting into that phase where he would do anything
to get off, and indeed had done most things he could think of. Being
slim with short blond hair and quite good-looking he had no trouble
getting guys or girls to help him. Jamie was walking down the road
after soccer training, feeling tired but horny. He wanted to go home
but decided that a few minutes in the local park wouldn't be so bad.
He would fin some guy who wanted to help him get his rocks off and
then turn in. It took him about 5 minutes to get to the local
cruising area, and about two minutes to get picked up. He waited
around and lit up a cigarette, but before he had a chance to finish
it, a good looking guy approached him.
Soon it was agreed, and Jamie left for a quiet part of the park with
the other guy, feeling more excited than normal. They came to a small
clearing within a thick bunch of trees. the guy grabbed him and held
him. He heard scuffling as another guy came out from behind the
trees. He cursed himself silently for not thinking that this was a
set-up. He felt himself being slammed back against a tree and his
arms tied around the back of it.
His jeans were pulled out and his soccer shirt was ripped off. Soon
he stood with nothing on, but his silk boxers. All through this, the
attackers never said a word. He begged them to release him but to no
avail. He felt a hand reach into his crotch and start to stroke his
hard six inch cock. He began to relax, maybe this was some guys
fantasy and now he was acting it out. That thought didn't last for
within one minute a gag was forced into his mouth.
Jamie began to get increasingly worried, but couldn't help moaning as
the rhythmic stroking of his cock increased in pace. He felt the
sperm beginning to boil inside his balls. He willed himself to let
himself shoot. It didn't take long for him to let it all go. his cum
just kept pumping out. He felt the hand retract away from his now
semi-erect penis.
He sighed as he felt the last drops of cum drop away from his penis
head. Silence fell, if it was possible for it to become quieter than
it was. Jamie wondered what had happened. He soon knew as he felt a
cold steel blade cut into his scrotum. He tried to scream, but the
gag stopped him. Jamie felt fingers on his left testicle and then a
pull downwards. In one second it was gone. The same process was
repeated on his right ball. He couldn't believe it. his balls were
gone, he could feel the empty space. He began to cry as he thought
about it. The pain was excruciating, but Jamie got no chance to
recover and a blade slid around the base of his hard penis shaft. The
pain was so much he passed out.
He woke the next morning, lying on the ground, dressed in some old
clothes. He rolled over and saw a note, and two small tablet
containers labelled "painkillers" and "antibiotics". The note
contained instructions for aftercare and a thank you for a delicious
cock and balls. As he got up, feeling groggy he noticed another body
on the ground. It was one of his team-mates, now completely nullified
also, with the same note beside him. Jamie felt that although he was
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Queen of the Knife. | TESTICLES, MINOR | Ancient Queen with a terrible lust for the castration of young male slaves. | ` She had become Queen on the death of her mother, Queen Farrah. It had been a
long and frustrating wait. She had hated her mother who had always treated her
with contempt and exclude her from many aspects of Royal life . The land that
Queen Farrah ruled was a remote area of ancient Arabia. And she ruled it with
an iron fist. Total control of the country and its people was exercised from
the luxury of her Palace in the city of Azzan. To the people, the Royal family
were almost Gods. Their obedience was also reinforced by fear. Queen Farrah
had a reputation for terrible brutality. Her husband, the King, had died many
years before. It was rumoured that she had had him killed. After his death
this cruel woman had a free hand to rule as she pleased. It also meant that
she could satisfy her insatiable appetite for sex. But her hunger was not just
for normal sex. To her, sex meant cruelty and brutality. It was well known by
the servents in the Palace that she was only interested in young teenage boys.
Within days of the Kings death, she began purchasing boys from the slave
traders. As time went on , it soon became apparent that she did not want the
boys just for her bed. She wanted them for castration. As soon as she had
sated herself with the body of a young male, her female servents would drag
him naked from her bed. He would then be bound and spreadeagled on a special
table. The servents would then be ordered to leave. The Palace slaves could
hear the screams of the boys as they were being gelded. On some occasions,
Farrah would have a boy, who had already been cut, masturbate her as she used
the knife on the scrotum of her young victim. After the testicles had been
removed from the sac, she would often attempt to have sex with the bleeding
victim. When the gelded boys recovered from the terrible cutting, they were
sold as Eunuchs, and replaced with new victims. She reigned for twenty years
and was reputed to have raped and castrated over twenty young males. When she
died Saris became Queen. She had always known what was being done by her
mother, but had always, to her fury, been excluded. Her hatred of her mother
was not because of her mothers activities, but because of the fact that she
had been totally excluded from the pleasures her mother indulged in. Her only
contact with males was with the Palace Eunuchs, who were her personal
servents. They were of no use to her, they had no balls between their legs.
Her mother had seen to that with her knife. Her fury and frustration had grown
to boiling point over the years. But deliverance had now arrived. She was
Queen. It was time to make up for those lost years. ( to be continued. )
* * *
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St Andrew's Cross Part 6 | GAY, WARNING | Andy survives the party ... | ` Andy hung alone. His night had been one of constant abuse and pain. The
party had been a success. Andy had been used by nearly all of those who
attended. `
The man entered the room and lowered the frame on which Andy’s tired body
hung.
Almost tenderly he lifted Andy out of the torture machine and carried him in a
fireman’s lift over his shoulder, out of the dungeon room.
Andy, half awake collapsed in the arms of the man who hard tortured and
mutilated him.
As the man lowered Andy in a warm bath, the man simply whispered in Andy’s ear
“Thank you …”
Andy relaxed in the bath. His aching muscles and spirit refreshed by the
warmth as the man gently scrubbed his body clean of the night’s detris.
Andy realised in those moments when the man treated him like this that
whatever might be said in the dungeon, this man cared for him and that was
more important to Andy than anything he had ever known.
After his warm bath the man dried Andy’s tired body and carried him back to
the darkened dungeon room.
He did not return Andy to the cross but instead placed him in the small cage
that sat in the shadows.
He gently placed a collar around Andy’s neck and attached a chain to it and
the other end to the cage.
Andy curled up on the mat in the cage. A bowl of water sat at one end and a
bucket at the other.
The man fitted leather mitts to Andy’s hands and shackles to his legs.
Andy was asleep by the time the man locked the cage door.
The man smiled to himself ….the boy had taken to his new life better than any
before him and he had allowed himself to become attached to Andy.
He turned and left the room.
It had been a long night, the party had gone well he would do it again soon
but tomorrow he would put Andy through his paces. Maybe the time had come for
some more mods. Maybe his dick needed more work or perhaps he could scarify
Andy’s chest ….mmm lots of possibilities.
He climbed into bed, switched the light out …after all tomorrow was another
day …
end
thanks again to all those who have emailed me with suggestions and comments,
they make writing worthwhile!
T
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THE DARK ROOM 2 | TESTICLES | Male Is Interrogated by female. | When she finished her cigarette she got up from her chair and
grabbed the wires that were
attaches to my testicles and gave them a pull. The alligator clamps
pulled a patch of skin off of my
scrotum. This cause me to suck in air. My beautiful blond
interrogator then gently massaged my
balls ans sucked on my nipples with her mouth. She then requested
my unit information for the
third time but I refused. She stated a long orgasm would be more
pleasurable than another surg
of electricity through my sore testicles. I gave this some serious
thought, but my loyalty to my
unit was foremost in my mind. She stood up and turned around with
her soft round buttocks in
my face . She proceeded to lift up her lab coat and pull down her
panties and dress. Her butt was
beautiful, she stuck her butt into my nose and bent over at the
waist. The command that followed
was for me to lick her ass hole and pussy. I started to gently
worked my tongue around her ass
hole and proceeded to lick the inner and outer lips of her libaia.
Her moans were very audible and
I continued to push my tongue in and out of her pussy like a
piston. I saw her body shudder when
I sucked her clit into my mouth. She screamed with an intense
orgasm. She then re attached the
alligator clips to my testicles. Sitting back in her chair she
turned on the tape recorder and
proceeded to hand crank the telephone. My testicles exploded with
pain and my whole body
convulsed. The electricity stopped and she requested the
information again and I refused. She
then preceded to Insert a wire on the dildoe that was up my ass.
When she cranked the phone
again the electricity tore at my prostate and testicles at the same
time. I screamed and bucked
telling her I would talk. She seemed pleased with this response and
proceeded to take my
statement. But she turned and said with a smile we are not through
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VIETNAMESE COCKBELT | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other: WAR | The widow of a Viet Cong soldier enjoys her new occupation. Castrating G.I.s and attaching their cocks to her belt. | VIETNAMESE COCKBELT
In 1971 in a seedy part of Saigon roamed a very beautiful, sexy,
seductive and deadly Vietnamese whore. She would have a young
soldier in bed, tortured and castrated, all for her sadistic kinky
enjoyment. She worked alone and would change her appearance so
to avoid capture.
She would dress as an innocent young girl one time and a hard sexy
whore the next. No matter what disguise she wore, a horny G.I. would
always land in her web. Her first victim was a handsome Marine stud
walking alone down a deserted Saigon street. She faked having
trouble with her small moped motorcycle. Her leg and spiked heel
firmly pressed against the street was an exciting view for the now
sexually aroused soldier. She asked. “G.I. please help me.” He
said.
“okay” and proceeded to adjust the choke on the motor. The moped
started up and she said in a sexy voice, “G.I. good man, you go
with me, I love you long time. Do suckie fuckie, you like, yes?”
The G.I. now with a raging hardon jumped on the bike and they
sped off to her apartment. Led up a narrow stairway above an
abandon warehouse he entered her apartment. Offered a drink,
he accepted. That was the last time he saw her while he was in
a standing position.
When he awoke from his drugged condition, he was on his back
naked on a hard wood table. Arms and legs tied spread eagle.
She walked into the room wearing only black stockings and
her spiked heels. With her hands behind her back her large
breasts stuck out proudly. Standing in front of him, admiring
his large cock and balls, he said, “What are you doing?’ She
replied, “ My husband was Viet Cong. Americans captured him,
tortured him and cut off his cock and his balls. They sewed his
penis in his mouth. I here to get even and avenge his death.”
She took her hands from behind her back and produced a large
straight razor and put it to the base of his manhood. The young
stud started begging her not to nut him.
Laughing, she folded the razor and stuck it in the elastic of
her stocking top. She tied the end of a leather cord around the
scrotum and penis that went up to a pulley on the ceiling then
to a crank on the wall. She slowly cranked the cord until it
tightened and pulled his pelvic area off of the table. Suspended
by the cord and bound to the table, the young man was in much
pain.
She went through his wallet and took out a picture of a young
lady. She said, “This your girlfriend?” He said, “Yes”. “Did you
fuck her G.I.?” Do you want to make baby with her? You no
make baby with her or any woman. Soon you have nothing to
make baby with. You no fuck girlfriend. She will find another
man and have babies. She no want you with no dick to fuck
her with.” The whore took the photo and rubbed it on the
G.I.s cock. Laughing she said, “I put girlfriends face on your
dick one last time”. After discarding the photo, she lowered the
cock bound soldiers midsection back down to the table. She
put on a snakeskin belt with several metal clips on it. She said,
“G.I. may live and save cock. If you get hard and make me
cum I will not cut you.” She started sucking his cock and the
man in all his horror did become erect. Sucking his penis and
fingering her own pussy she worked herself up in a mad frenzy.
As the blood and cum filled the poor guys cock and balls, she
quickly got up and cranked the penis and scrotum back off the
table. She took out the blade from her stocking top and waved
it in front of his eyes. The bound soldier lost control of his body
functions and started to spew cum out of his dick. She pressed
the blade firmly where the underside of the cock shaft met the
pelvic bone. A quick slice caused the stretched scrotum and
penis to separate from his body. The blood and cum went
everywhere. His body fell back to the table and the severed
genitals fell and landed on his stomach. She masturbated herself
with the handle of the razor to orgasm. As the man lost his
lifeblood
he gasped in pain and shock. She picked up the penis and
scrotum package, sat on his chest and fastened the severed
manhood to a clip on her belt.
She said, “Thank you G.I. You give me first cock and balls for
cockbelt. I will get many more.” These were the last words the
eunuch heard before his life drained out of his crotch.
The bitch proceeded to clean and tan the severed organ. After
which she attached it to her snakeskin belt along with the owners
two dog tags. She got aroused each time she walked around and
the manhood dangled and the dog tags made a sound as they
banged together. She found the soldiers girlfriend’s address in
the mans pocket. The sadistic bitch placed the two dried
testicles in a box with the sweethearts picture and sent them
to her. Included was a note. “Me hope you enjoy boyfriends
balls as much as I did.
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Rejected | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | The mistress has a big surprise for Pete | ` The beautiful mistress greets me and we exchange small talk about our mutial
needs. I share my desire with her on how I would love to add my balls to her
collection and the dick as well if she is led to excise it from me. `
The mistress talks about her huge collection of over a hundred specimans taken
from slaves over the years. after going through all the gorey details on what
is entailed and the risks involved, I decide to have a regular erotic session
and keep my privates intact. The Mistress is stunning and tall. She ties me to
a table and starts to drag her long red nails down my chest stopping at my
sac. She hooks the sac and pulls hard causing blood to flow freely down my
ass. She takes a small bottle of clear fluid and pours it's contents on a rag
and puts it to my mouth and shoves it inside. Everything goes dark fast and im
out cold.
When I wake I let out a blood culring scream, My balls and dick are in a small
jar sitting on my chest. I curse her to the top of my lungs. She starts to
laugh and tells me to look between my legs. I look down and see my dick and
balls intact. The ones in the jar were of another slave. She tells me that my
equiptment doesn't measure up to her standards and I wasn't a worthy subject
to add to her fine colection. She untied me and showed me the door. I was so
rejected that I quit the bondage scene and went out to find anyone who would
accept a four inch thin hapless dick.
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The Cyclist (testicles, partial penectomy, repost) | The Cyclist
I'm a 27 year old computer analyst at a small company in San Diego. I love
the sea
and the sun. I'm tall and fit, mainly from riding my bike everywhere I go.
I was an overweight couch-potato up until five years ago when I finally got
fed up (so to speak) and started exercising. I tried weights, then
stairmaster, then aerobics, but nothing seemed right. That is until I bought
my first mountain bike. I started just circling my neighborhood but am now
up to 100 miles a week including commuting to work, early morning workouts,
and weekend races. I love just hopping on and pedaling as fast and far as I
can go with the adrenaline pumping full blast. I still do some weight
training and have gorgeous muscles too. But my legs are my pride and joy -
they are chiseled to perfection. In my bike shorts and lycra top I look good
and judging from the looks from the men on the beach I qualify to be called a
hunk.
A year ago I started to run into trouble. I woke up one morning with a
numbness in my crotch. It's kind of weird pissing without full sensation in
your dick. My balls ached too. I had biked a hard race the day before and
figured I had just hammered my genitals a little too long on the bike seat.
Full sensation came back the next day. Unfortunately, the numbness kept
returning. I tried a different bike seat and riding positions. I tried
getting advice from my doctor who said to just limit my biking. I tried
everything but it was really screwing up my routine and my weight. So, I
decided to just live with the numbness and aching. A month after that
decision, I was training for a cross state race of about 120 miles. The
training and race went fine, but starting the day after I was fully numb for
a week! The numbness was okay but I wasn't prepared for he pain. When
sensation started to return throbing, gut wrenching pain came with it. My
balls would not settle down and full sensation never returned to my dick. I
could still feel about 80% and erections and climax were no problem. The
doctor diagnosed permanent nerve damage and could do almost nothing for the
pain. Pills helped some but I didn't want to become a junkie. I was
off the bike for almost two weeks and almost died from boredom and
depression. I was addicted to that adernaline pump and needed my cycling.
Finally, I came up with a solution. If I kept riding more nerve damage
would occur but the pain could actually increase until all nerves were
deadened. I couldn't stand being off my bike or going through the pain so I
proposed to my doctor that I be castrated. I convinced him it was the only
course of action due to the extreme pain. He thought it was a bit drastic
but agreed to perform the surgery. Afterwards, I woke up eager to explore
the result. I carefully lifted the bandaging and explored my empty crotch.
My nuts and sack were gone. My dick had been pruned too. No sense in
leaving it attached if it was going to be a source of more trouble later. I
was ecstatic. I was smooth and ready to race.
It's been over six months since the operation and I feel great. There's no
pain at all and the only problem I have is that my bike shorts don't fit up
front too well anymore. But now I can hop on my bike, tear up the trail, and
not worry about anything getting caught or damaged. My cockless, nutless
crotch hits the bike seat just right and I have actually improved my race
time. So the next time you see a bunch of cyclists, check out their baskets.
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Amazon Olympics | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | How the Amazon tribes celebrate their Olympics | Amazon Olympics
Once every four years, the Amazon tribes gather together. For all of
that year, there is no war between the various Amazon tribes-war may
only be waged against male warriors. Also, during this year, few of
the maleąs are castrated and slaughtered; instead they are kept alive
as prisoners for the grand celebration of the games.
At the end of the year, all ten tribes come together into the great
sports colosium. The sit in the stands by tribe, garbed soley in
short shifts of a single color indicating which of the tribes they
belong to and support.
A long, open trench paved with marble leads into the stadium. Along
it are placed short pedestals, each with an iron ring in its top. On
each pedestal stands a naked man, shackled to the iron ring. Beside
him stands a young Amazon page girl, dressed in a smock of her
tribeąs color. A trumpet sounds, and the procession of athletes
begins.
The Amazon athletes are naked, their faces painted in the color of
their tribe. As they walk through the tunnels, arm in arm, the page
girls begin to stroke the cocks of the men on the pedestals. Of
course, they are quite eager for their cocks to pay tribute to the
beauty, grace and power of the female athletes, so that their seed
soon spurts forth into the ranks of women. Poor slaves! The next
tribute they pay to these women will be far less pleasurable!
After the male seed has been offered up and consecrated to the 10
goddesses of the 10 tribes, the games begin.
Of such contests as wrestling and boxing, we need not concern
ourselves here. No, the first event that draws our attention is the
races.
The 10 competitors march onto the field. Each woman wears a leather
halter and is otherwise naked. Now, the officials lead the women to
the starting line where 10 naked men stand, tied to the starting
posts. The officials manually stimulate the males to full erection,
then wrap a thin wire around his cock and balls. The wires, each
exactly 100 paces long, are then connected to the halters of the
women. The officials turn and observe not the runners, but the
males. The runners take marks, and a the sign of the starter begin
to race. Their hair streaming behind them, their breast heaving,
asses clenching, the women rush towards the finish. Suddenly, the
girl in the lead pulls up short, then stumbles forward as though she
wear held back. Their is a piercing shriek, followed by more cries
of agony as the other runners stumble to the finish.
Why do they stumble? The course is smooth. Of course! Their wires
have played out, there is brief moment of resistance before the wires
bite into the scrotal flesh of the male slaves. Soon, though, the
razor sharp wire has had its effect and 10 scrotums lie on the
ground. An official picks up the first of the ballbags to hit the
ground. The crowd cheers wildly as the winner is thus recognized.
Archery is another popular sport. Naked men are staked in the
gallery. The women archers use a special, broad tipped arrow that
can shear off a pair of balls. The women pulled back their strings
and release the arrows. The arrows strike the naked men between the
legs, slicing and cutting through the soft flesh of the menąs
nutsacks. For round after round the contest goes on, for rarely do
the archers miss. It is not unusual for 200 or more men to lose
their balls and cocks thus, for the archers shoot until the miss
until at last only one victor remains.
Also well-liked by the Amazons is the ball popping contest. The
strongest Amazons attempt to pop the balls of as many men as possible
before the officials call time. A good champion can rupture as many
as 20 men in a minute, crushing their balls to a pulp in her bare
hands. Many of the men ejaculate a last time as the come is
literally squeezed from the balls, and the winner is often dripping
with their seed.
Speed with castration knife is tested in much the same manner.
Interestingly, harvesting balls with knife takes slightly longer than
popping them, probably because the knife must be properly positioned,
for a partial castration is not counted towards the Amazonąs total.
Winners typically claim the cocks and balls of 12 men in a minutes
time. Consider that is between 100 and 120 men being nullified in a
minute, and it is little wonder than the fans in the stands often
find themselves orgasming as the event nears its climax.
As the Olympics draw to a close, a cheer comes up from the crowd--
˛Ball wine, Ball wine,˛ they chant. All the severed testicles are
now gathered and thrown into a great vat in the center of the
stadium. The athletes return to the field and leap into the vat full
of balls. The smash and stomp the slimy orbs between their toes,
crushing and plumping them into a gooey paste. Now amphoras of wine
are poured into the vat and the ball paste and wine are mixed
together into a drink. The winners sample it first, then the
athletes, then the fans are allowed to sample the great delicacy.
This ceremony concludes the festival, and for the next three years
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Trina's Party | TESTICLES | My Girlfriend's Secret Society | Trina is a nurse. We met over the Internet and she was a wild women in the
bedroom. She loved being naked like me and loves kinky sex games.
After seeing her off and on for two years (we live in different states) I went
to her state for a two week stay. What I expected was two weeks of wild sex.
But what I got was the shock of my life.
Trina said "I'm taking you to a party tonight."
I asked what kind, and she said "It's a bunch of girlfriends of mine. We are a
special group."
I asked if it was going to get wild and she replied "Oh yes! Lot's of nudity".
It sounded good to me.
As we drove up to the Huge house, I got hard in anticipation of what I thought
the evening was going to be like. As we approached the door, Trina said "Get
your clothes off and put them in the car. You have to go in naked!" I didn't
question it and put my clothes away. Naked as a Jay Bird and hard as a rock,
we went into the house. I was surprised to see over 30 women, all dressed with
about 10 naked males. One of the women walked up and hugged Trina. "Good you
brought one she said."
"Oh yes!" Trina answered, "He's a good one!"
One of the women called out "OK, who do we do first?"
I thought that the women were going to strip and we were going to get fucked.
One of the women pointed to a big guy and said "This one is good!"
The women pushed the big guy into the middle of the floor and spread him wide.
My penis throbbed until I saw them hold him and one of the women produced a
straight razor.
I said "Trina, what's going on?"
She laughed and said "Oh didn't I mention what our group is?" She grabbed my
hard cock, "This is a Castration Party, Baby!" "All of you men are going to
lose your balls!"
I screamed!
To be continued
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The Boy King: Part Five | TESTICLES, MINOR, Other: historical | The Persian palace grounds were beautifully adorned with
creeping plants that ran up the walls, and trickling water
fountains. Naqee stood in one of them. His ankles were adorned
with silver and gold anklets and bells. His feet had been colored
with red henna dye. He wore two simple rectangular, white, silk
cloths suspended in the front and back at his waist from a thin
gold chain. His torso was bare, and his wrists were crowded with
an assortment of bracelets that ran all the way up his forearms in
gold, silver, and copper, and shimmering assortment of stones. His
eyes were done up in the usual manner with kohl, his hair oiled so
that its’ overlapping shingle-like layers reflected every ray of
light that struck it. An assortment of fresh green, red, and blue
leaves were tied together to form a fan shaped ornament, and was
braided into his hair so that it formed a sort of halo around his
face. Naqee’s entire body had been patted down with silver dust.
He looked like a surreal apparition. Something from the
heavens, or a nymph of the wood.
Tajammal stood several feet behind him, draped from head to
toe in a thick white robe. Part of the white cloth was drawn up
across his face so that only his eyes were exposed. He was
masquerading as a Berber, one of the fair skinned tribes in
northern Africa where the men wore veils as opposed to women.
Clever disguise, acting as Naqee’s personal attendant.
Babeko, Tajammal’s brother, stood at the opposite side of
the garden. He stood with arms crossed and eyes closed for a
moment, listening to the sound of the water moving in the
fountain. This was a very informal reception, held here instead of
the throne room. The notion made both Naqee and Tajammal uneasy.
Babeko opened his eyes and let out a deep breath before
turning to look at Naqee. His face was strickingly similar to
Tajammal’s. But, due to age, Bebeko looked manlier his face
rougher. His long black hair had been pulled back away from his
face and tied in a clumsy knot at the nape of his head. Naqee
blinked several times, he couldn’t get over the fact that Babeko
was such a strikingly handsome man. He felt Tajammal’s eyes on him
and he very slowly turned his head to look back. Tajammal’s eyes
were scolding him silently.
Babeko’s eyes narrowed, the long eye lashes almost closing
into a curtain over the eyes, and then he unfolded his arms. He
walked forward, slowly, inspecting Naqee from head to toe with his
scrutinizing eyes. Naqee began to worry. Babeko wasn’t
necessarily falling head over heels for him as Tajammal had
promised. He began to think that this entire trip had been a great
waste of time, and that the entire plan to seduce the Persian king
was a fluke. No expression crossed Babeko’s face.
But then Naqee did notice something. Babeko’s expression
hardened, he saw the slight bulge of a muscle at his jaw. Suddenly
Babeko’s eyes flickered away from him and lingered on the water
fountain.
Perhaps. . .Perhaps I’m not his type, Naqee wondered. Or
maybe he tired of boys while Tajammal was gone. But suddenly
Babeko turned back and his eyes focused on Tajammal’s robed
figure. A frown formed on his lips.
“Why do you bring about such servants? That one cannot
even look at their faces and tell whether they are smiling or
scowling. It’s always best to look at your servants expression,
lest someone plan your murder in your presence.”
“He’s from a Berber tribe,” Naqee said. His first words
ever to Babeko. He could tell his voice affected Babeko
immediately. Naqee had a hoarse voice, and it sounded as if he had
a bad cold. It sounded eerie coming from such a tiny beautiful
boy. It bordered on the edge of being frightening and immensely
sexy. “And he is very good to me,” he smiled. “He always has
been.”
Now Babeko smiled. “Why would the Sultan let such a
beautiful boy like you wander away from the security of his walls,
across the desert, and into my power . . .without fearing for his
well being?”
Naqee smiled. “I suppose the same reason mothers don’t
kill their crying babies out of impatience. . .their beauty
protects them.”
Babeko burst out laughing. “Hmmm,” he said nodding his
head, lifting up his hand and motioning for Naqee to approach him,
“very clever boy.” He winked at Naqee. “I think I love you
already.”
Naqee was guided through maze of gardens and small baths by
several concubines. A pang of envy hit him suddenly. The palace
was not as elaborate as his own but, in its intricate carvings on
the ivory panels and startling white walls and floors there was a
majestic elegance that took the breath away. Tajammal followed
close behind.
“Lovely isn’t it?” Tajammal whispered.
“Yes,” Naqee said without looking back. “Maybe I’ll
invade Persia and make it mine.”
Tajammal grasped his arm suddenly and Naqee looked back.
Harsh black eyes peered back at him. “Well. . .” Tajammal said
in a forced friendly voice as all the concubines turned to see why
they had stopped. “Such a frail boy like you is only meant for
pleasure, and should you ever find yourself in a battlefield you
would surely perish under some man’s sword.”
Message received. Naqee forced a smile and nodded. “I
was only joking,” he whispered under his breath. He yanked his arm
out of Tajammal’s hand. “Tighten your ass anymore and you’ll suck
your robe in.”
Well, Naqee thought to himself as they continued through
the palace, If there is one thing that gives me some comfort so far
away from my native land is that Tajammal has retained his god
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The White Hijra | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | I am abducted and forced to become a Hijra. A traditional Indian Eunch. | ` I should have never enterd that club but the man who took me there was
gorgeous. He should have been i am shore he was paid enugh. The trap was
sprung and i awoke chained up in a cellar. In front of me stood a fat balding
asian man. He was clad in only a white cotton jock strap and holding a whip.
He informed me that he was Mr Khurana, my master, and that i was Laxmi his
slave. After a few tastes of that whip i felt disinclined to argue the point
with him. Soon i became his foot stall and my mouth his urinal. He was strict
disciplinarian and i often tasted the whip. He had a massive sex drive and
fucked me at least daily. `
After four months in naked in the cellar i was taken to his penthouse and
given a set of indian women`s clothes. Frow now on i would wear a sari. I
became his submissive wife ruled by his riding crop. One night in bed after an
enthusastic fucking he handels my cock and balls reflectivly. He says"I have
been thinking I dont like thease they get in the way and spoil you. I think I
will have them removed"He then turns out the light and goes to sleep leaving
me in dread.
I am smugled out of the country to Curzon Street in Bombay where many Hijras
who have turned to prostitution live. I am taken to house where about forty
hijras live lead by one of thier own who is the Guru. I am told that "she" is
now my Guru too and that i must allways kiss her feet in her presence. I am
placed on female hormone tablets which they call "Sunday-mondays" and told
that i am the lost ranking member of the community. Over the next few weeks i
must performe all the most menial tasks. When not doing that i am tought how
to move gracefuly, make up, and flirt with a man.
After six weeks i am taken in the night to hut. Mr Khurana has bribed my Guru
to break centurys old tradition and let him witness my castration. Two Hijras
hold me from behined whilst my Guru stands in front of me. She gives me a pain
killing drink. Then she ties off the base of my cock and balls with a tight
cord. She waits whilset my genitals turn purple and go numb. She then raises a
big carving knife and begins to cut upwards. My scrotum and balls go fist. I
pass out when she is about half to two thireds of the way through my shaft.
The last thing that i see over her sholder as i pass out is the lock of
triumph on Mr Khurana`s face.
I am allowed to recover my gracfull walk over sevril months. During my
recovery the Hijras are genuinly kined and considerat towards me.
Eventualy Mr Khurana comes to collect me and their is a tearfull farewell from
the outher Hijras. He smuggles me back into the U.K. and i resume my life as
his submisive wife. At spcial parties he showes me to his frends. I am made to
show of my crotch with its neat vertical scar and piss hole near the top. He
then tells them how he made me that rarest of creatures a White Hijra.
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Diary of a Broken Jock Part 1
I woke up with my head in a fog. I heard my buddy, Jeremy yelling.
I tried to get up, got dizzy and slipped. Jeremy's yells got
weaker, apparently he was moving away from me. I got my vision
steady, I was in some room, it kind of made me think of a hospital
or maybe a loony bin.
I went to the door, it was locked. I beat on it for awhile, no one
came. I could hear Jeremy again. He was screaming, "No, sick mother
frucker, No!" Jeremy's word's turned into screams of pain, then
faded.
The last thing I remembered was me and Jeremy fucking this bitch.
We had double teamed the cunt and she just couldn't get enough. I
still couldn't remember how I got here. Was I in a hospital? That
didn't make sense, why would Jeremy be screaming? Why would I be
locked in?
I was naked, except for my socks. Some more memory came back.
Jeremy had been fucking this rich bitch for awhile, a doctors wife.
She was like a nympho, his pussy buster wasn't enough for the old
cunt, so I went with him so we could give her a good working over.
The last thing I could remember was sticking my 8 inches down her
throat while Jeremy was dicking her twat. I beat on the door for
awhile, still no answer. I was feeling hung over or drugged and
must have dozed back off.
I was coming to again. I heard sobbing. I was having trouble
focusing. I was pretty sure I was drugged. I tried to move and
coundn't. I was strapped down somehow. I listened to the sobs as I
forced my mind awake.
I looked toward the sound, it was Jeremy. As my eyes unblurred, I
saw him. He was naked too, but something was wrong.
Fuck! It took me a second, I guess because his chest was still
hairy. Where his pecs used to be, there were two big tits! I knew I
was drugged now, I must be in a loony bin. I thought I was seeing
my buddy with two huge tittys. I remembered smoking some weed, but
nothing to make me wig out like this.
I stared at the sight for a long time. I sure was tripping, I
thought it was my friend but with two breast. I mean big hooters. I
finally decided to say something.
"Jer"?
More sobs.
Jeremy?
"Her old man fucked me up, Jake, he fucking operated on me."
Huh, dude?
He gave me fucking implants, he's gonna make me into a freak. He's
gonna fuck you up too, just for laying his old lady.
Sure dude, whatever you say. My mind fuzzed out again.
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Castration of Merit | TESTICLES, MINOR | The colony formed from the remains of a ship from the Galactic Empire must make sure their future is secured for the future. | In the dying days of the Galactic Empire, a large colony ship was lifting off
of Trantor attempting escape before the final sacking. Enemy raiders were
firing on the ship, it had no choice but to attempt the jump to hyperspace.
The one thing you must understand about hyperspace is that it is affects by
gravity in a very big way. In fact you cannot be too close to a system before
making the jump or else it could be very dangerous. In addition to this at
hyperspatial speeds gravity became a repulsive force.
At the moment the ship had to make the jump in haste the raiders had made a
shot that their engine exhaust. The chain reaction between the repulsive
gravity of the nearby star, the extra power absorbed from the blast, and the
inaccuracy of in system interstellar jumps caused the ship to propel far
further than it had expected.
They had arrived in another galaxy. They had arrived in a system that had a
planet that could be made livable. They had no choice but to crash land
because of damage from their ship.
They soon found out what would be the fact of life here. They could only
sustain a small population because much of the planet was wasteland. Only
where they landed had a tropical rain forest. They could attempt to increase
the livable area, but it would take thousands of years with their
resourcelessness.
In a few short years they had managed to construct a small community.
Buildings were easy to build because of the amount of metal their damaged ship
had. They did not know how to make anything of elaborate garb. All they had
around were trees and some grass land. So by this time their clothing had worn
out and virtually everyone went naked because of the temperature.
In the next fourty years or so population had increased dramatically because
of the new situation with horny boys with no clothing to speak of.
The colony elders had to make a decision. It was likely to be a hard one to
make. There were no materials to make clothes out of, and their food
production would be maxxed out in as little as two generations.
They already centrally education their youth. So it was decided that
castration was the only way. But they could not castrate everybody, and they
would not want to castrate any of the smartest ones. For if they did that
their population would only get dumber.
The colony had 15000 people of age, and 7500 under age. The immediate need was
to be able to classify all of the young people. The first effect was to tag
and number every boy and girl under 15. Over that age it was decided was too
old to change anything.
Starting with the oldest to youngest they pupils had a number etched near
their right shoulder-blade with a hot iron. The boys then had a tag clamped
inbetween their testicles. The girls would have it clamped into the side of
their clitoris.
Education was split into three stages. The pupils younger than 4 were just
being taken care of with some introductory education. Pupils younger than 10
were taughts the regular courses plus chess and other skill games.
Upon graduating the second level the pupils would be fit with their life
deciding device. In the case of boys it was simply a clip that went around
their testicles. In the case of girls it was a device that surrounded their
tubes.
The elders decided that the pupils would have to prove themselves smart enough
and skilled enough to procreate.
The first challenge was marks. The pupils that were less than 60% in tests
were set for the castration process to clip them at some random time.
The second challenge was games. There were four types of games to choose from.
Chess was the first. The pupils would play and when there was a checkmate the
pupil would be clipped right when the move was made.
Blackjack was the second. The pupils would play with 200 chips and whoever
ended up with zero at the end out of three players were clipped.
Poker was the third. There would be five players, and 200 chips to bet. Like
Blackjack the clip happened right when a player lost their last hand.
Soccer was the fourth. In this case there were 10 players on each side, and
the first team to get 10 points got to see the players on the other team all
clipped. In the case of the boys you could see them drop on the field.
The third and final challenge was behaviour. Girls were exempt from this
challenge.
The boys who did this were essentially in a circle of beds with holes in them.
They were instructed to have sex with the hole. Those that could satasfy the
hole would be let free. Those that did not would be clipped right as they were
ejaculating.
After a few years there were only 500 of the smartest boys surviving intact.
The elders approved of themselves in the operation they had started.
The colony exists to this day.
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My private nurse | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | My own private caretaker decides my balls should be removed. | ` While I was recovering from back surgery recently, my insurance coverage
provided me with a home nurse. The visiting nurses rotated but now and then I
got a very attractive brunette with a killer set of tits. She offered me
massages and I always took them farther than they should have gone. Eventually
I got her to massage my back with only a towel covering me. She was doing a
good job of getting my cock hard that day. My sack of nuts had always
disappointed me and I decided long ago I would like it removed but I never
thought I would have the nerve to ask my nurse to do it! I rolled over on my
back and showed her how excited she had made me. Sooner than I expected she
took the bait and started to jack my cock. I told her of my wishes and she
said even though my testes were on the small side I should keep them. She
explained how I probably could cum just fine and that was all it took for me
to spill my small load into her hands. She shot down and swallowed it like a
pro. Her next visit was a lot more personal than the last and she seemed to be
expecting me to let her pull me off again. I told her she could have one more
seeded load but I wanted my sack emptied right after. She hesitated but
finally agreed. I enjoyed my last blowjob as she put her mouth over my cock
and sucked my last semen out. She told me to drink this special concoction she
had made for me and I was drowsy in no time. I do recall her shaving my sack
and slicing around the top as she slid my scrotum off my now naked testicles.
She slowly tied them off and used her scalpel to release those puny little
nuts I was cursed with. I slowly drifted off to sleep. When I woke up she was
stroking my legs and said I could now tell everyone what a big set of balls I
once had. What a gal!
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Balls on the beach | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Mark's balls are abused by a mico-miniskirted lady. | It was a beautiful day and Mark was lying on the nude beach, nude of course.
The sun was too hot, but he admired the beautiful naked ladies. One of them,
about nineteen, with a perfect figure and as totally naked as him came over to
the beach towel where he was lying. She reached down and touched his balls. It
felt great. Then she started to squeeze them hard- too hard- MUICH too hard!
Mark suddenly woke up from the deep alcohol-induced sleep and opened his eyes.
The dream was half right. He was naked, his balls were being squeezed, but he
was in a windowless room and it was a bouncer type doing the squeezing.
“Enough,” the blonde woman in a micro mini skirt said. “I don’t want his balls
destroyed- yet.” “Yes mistress,” answered the man and released Marks nuts- but
not before giving a goodbye tug that took away Mark’s breath.
“You were a very bad boy last night. Do you know who that girl you slept with
was? I didn’t think so. That was my lover. She loves me, and I don’t have
balls. Perhaps she will love you if you don’t have any either.”
Saying this she signaled to the big man who came over to grab Mark. Mark aimed
his fist at the man’s jaw and swung with all the force he had. The man easily
sidestepped the blow and returned the punch- right to Mark’s sac. Mark folded
into a fetal position groaning on the floor.
“Enough,” she said. “Tie him up- NOW!” Mark was to weak to resist being
flipped over onto his stomach. Mr. Muscles sat on his back and held him down.
Miniskirt helped to tie his hands and legs together and roll him over. “Empty
your balls into my lover. Let’s see if you enjoy emptying them for me.”
Saying this, she grabbed his nut-sac in her left hand, tightly, right under
the balls, took off her shoe, and brought it down very hard on his nuts. Over
and over. Each one hurt worse than the one before. Harder, harder, harder.
Mark’s tenderized testicles produced pain he had never imagined.
“Stop, stop. Oh my god, no more please. Do anything you want, but not that.”
He was pleading.
He shut his eyes not to see and blacked out.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He heard a voice say. Wake up, wake up! Mark
opened his eyes and saw how blue the water was and how white the sand. His
girlfriend was lying next to him playing with his sac. “What a dream that
was,” he thought and jumped on top of her and gave her the hardest fuck he had
had ever given anybody in his whole life and when he came it was more of an
explosive release than an orgasm.
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Aztecs 2 | GAY, WARNING, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | One boy fulfils his sacrifice as another makes himself available to become the next candidate. | ` AZTECS `
By Pueros
Chapter 2 - Tezozo
(Tenochtitlan, midsummer's day, 1520)
The young splayed sungod soon spurted his sacred seed into the waiting bowl,
which the acolyte would swiftly take inside the pyramid for it must be
retained in its liquid state until needed. The divine substance would be
cautiously transferred into a tiny red pottery urn, emblazoned with the yellow
sunburst, which would then be kept in a cool storeroom in a carefully
maintained container of snow, part of a large supply brought daily from the
sacred mountain, Popocatepetl. Similarly painted pottery boxes, which would
also be placed in the snow, awaited certain of the sungod's human organs.
The first of these was about to be removed from the young sungod's beautiful
earthly form. The High Priest held the light-skinned boy's now softening penis
firmly in his left hand whilst he placed the re-sharpened sacred sacrificial
knife against the underneath of the lad's deliciously smooth scrotum with his
other hand. With practised skill, he began the incision that would unman the
boy. The sungod screamed as agony overcame his sense of spiritual destiny and
blood began to spurt all over the plinth and onto the High Priest's hands and
robe, but this did not deter the man because he had become accustomed to such
messy reactions. This would be the fifteenth time that he had performed this
particular rite, and he had had to emasculate thousands of others during the
rituals of other ceremonies.
The knife advanced upwards and both the screams and blood flowed relentlessly.
The blade soon began to appear either side of the upper base of the cock and,
with one last push and rip, the sungod's genitals were dangling above his
loins in the grip of the High Priest's left hand. The held them up for the now
agonised and horrified boy to see before showing them to the cheering masses
at the foot of the pyramid.
The boy would quickly bleed to death if left but the High Priest had one more
function to perform that would bring forward the sungod's return to the
heavens. Having placed the severed sexual organs in the proffered bowl, he
carefully used the bloodied knife to slice open a circle of skin on the boy's
left chest. As the man peeled back the flesh, he saw the sternum and ribs
underneath. He prised apart these bones with the knife, aided by his left
hand, and soon saw the full beating heart. He gripped the throbbing organ in
his left hand and skilfully started the cutting necessary to extract it from
inside the sungod's body with the knife held in the other. The still-vibrating
cardiovascular organ was soon raised from the now quietened boy and being
displayed to the rapturous throng.
The boy's body, now free of its divinity, was disposed of in the same way as
the previous 99 young victims of this midsummer's morning.
(Eastern coastal plain, Central America, same time)
13 years old Tezozo was standing proudly shoulder to shoulder with his father
and his people's other warriors. They were lined up to defend their homeland
against the invading Aztec army, which greatly outnumbered them and was slowly
advancing towards them. The father glanced at his light-skinned, golden haired
blue-eyed son, whom he loved as if he was his own. However, the boy had
actually been a present left within his mother by a strange white man who,
with others, had come ashore from an equally strange boat to attack their
coastal town, pillaging and raping. The lad had suffered taunts from his peers
during his early boyhood because of his appearance but stood up for himself
well and eventually gained their respect and many friends. He had also
recently proved himself a man twice over. He had started to produce his own
seed and had accordingly been wed to a girl of the same age, who was now with
child. Additionally, and more significantly, he had killed his first Aztec, a
young man who was part of a large raiding party that attacked the town. As a
result, the boy was declared a warrior, the youngest amongst his people, and
would now have the opportunity to try to kill more invaders.
The father realised that they were about to die and looked forward to meeting
his son again in paradise. He had sent the rest of the family to a remote
village in the hope that they would be safe from the Aztecs for he knew this
battle would be lost, although he hoped that his people's tiny army would be
taking many invaders with them into the afterworld. Their general was in front
of the line and signalled the charge. Tezozo and his father therefore started
running towards the mass of Aztecs, attired only in small blue loincloths and
armed with only a dagger and a spear. As they neared the enemy, the young
boy's erection increased.
The clash between the two lines of warriors was ferocious but the subsequent
fight was short. Tezozo saw his father fall after a spear had struck him in
the chest. The boy managed to exact revenge on the thrower by spearing him in
the stomach. He also knifed another Aztec in the neck before darkness
overwhelmed his mind. His blood-spattered body fell on top of that of his dead
father.
Tezozo awoke with a sore head for he had been hit with a slingshot. He found
that his hands had been bound tightly behind him with rope, which was attached
to the neck of another captive sitting two paces behind him. His own neck was
fixed by another rope to a prisoner sitting two paces in front. In fact, there
was an inter-connected line of about forty prisoners, all guarded by heavily
armed Aztecs. Tezozo was immediately sorry that he had survived the battle for
joining his father in paradise was much more preferable to being enslaved or
sacrificed by these evil conquerors. However, he and the others were soon
making the long march towards Tenochtitlan and their fate.
(To be continued in Chapter 3 - 'Selection')
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Amazon Series: Part VI -- The Castration Apprentice | BI, NULLIFICATION | None | I still remember the day I was chosen. I was a young priestess
then. The High Priestess summoned me to her chamber. As soon as I
entered, I knew something serious was in store. She was dressed in
formal gown. With her were two other high ranking priestesses, also
formally dressed. I made my salute. The High Priestess took my
hands and guided me to the small shrine in the chamber. I kneeled
and said a short prayer to Goddess. Then the High Priestess dipped
her finger into the gold cup of fragrant oil, and anointed me. Then
she said: "You have been chosen to be a castrater. Priestess Camile
will be your trainer."
I was almost in shock. There was no indication that I would be
chosen. The door to the highest rank of priestess opened in front of
me. Every important priestess in Amazonia was a castrater. In
ancient time, after First Queen conquered the males, she had most
males castrated and then issued the Castration Edict. Every cock and
ball in Amazonia must be cut off. That meant both men and animals.
The job was given to priestesses. In every ceremony, the castrater
priestess had a prominent role. Castration excites us sexually. It
was given to so few to actually do it.
Camile was beautiful. She was about five years older than me,
already a fully qualifying castrater. She would teach me everything
and help me in every way. For a while, she would have to do
everything from the beginning again so I could learn. She explained
to me that it was a lot more than cutting off the cocks and balls. I
had to learn how to dress the wounds. I had to learn a lot of
ceremonies. Every cock and ball in Amazonia ended up as an offering
to Goddess.
My first lesson was a horse. Camile showed me how to stroke his
cock, making it hard. Every cock should be big and hard before we
cut it off. She showed me how to use my fingers and nails, how to
grab and rub it. She showed me the symptoms that it is about to
shoot its cum and how to stop it. It was amazing to feel the heat
and pulse of the big hard cock. We took half an hour before she
handed me the knife. I had seen castration before, but doing it was
different. I could not imagine how much it aroused me to actually do
it. But an important part of the training was to control the lust.
We had to finish the castration before we could make love. The
horse’s owner would not be pleased with a dead horse. She taught me
how to tend the wound, how to prepare the cock and balls for
offering.
It took far too long to finish everything and gave the owner the cock
and balls. She took them into the temple. Apprentices were not
allowed to castrate anything inside the temple. There was a special
area for us to work. Camile finally rewarded me with a deep long
kiss. My body was on fire. I almost tore her clothes off. It took
seven orgasms to calm me down. Afterwards, she stroke my hair and
said: "You are as hot as I was the first time. We are going to make
love a lot." We were still lovers, thirty years later.
It took me a year to get to the next stage: castrating a man. It is
totally different from castrating an animal. Without cock and balls,
he could not be a sex slave any more. All castrations were
sacrifices. Castrating a man was a lot more exciting. It was a lot
harder to control the lust. The ceremonies were a lot more
elaborate. I began by helping Camile. It would be nearly a year
before I weld the knife.
The harvest was great. The High Priestess of the region decided to
sacrifice a slave to make special offering. Camile told me the day
before that I would be the castrater. I almost had an orgasm. We
went to the Temple’s Preparation Chamber just after sunset. The
temple was deserted. The slave was already stripped, washed, and
tied spread out to the sturdy X-shaped wooden frame. Junior
priestesses did it earlier. We took off our lace gown and
underwear. His huge cock got hard. Camile went to the table and
got a bowl of oil. I poured oil on the slave’s chest. I had to rub
his whole body with oil. I did it slowly, my big tits swinging
slightly. He was getting aroused. So was I. Camile stood closely
behind me. Her body brushed my back slightly from time to time.
The slave’s body was totally covered in flagrant oil, except his cock
and balls. I stood just in front of his cock, Camile holding my body
from behind. I dripped a few drops of oil on his cock. Then I
grabbed his balls and slowly massaged the oil into it. I had never
touched a man’s balls before. He mourned with pleasure. Then I did
the same thing to his huge cock, so hot, so desperate for relieve.
He thrust his hips up and down, fucking my hands. I had no fear that
he would cum. All males had to wear the magic cock ring which
stopped them from shooting their loads.
Camile’s hands were stroking my body. She was kissing me. I was
still holding the huge cock inches from my pussy. I wanted to feel
it inside me. I hesitated. Nobody told me not to do it. But I had
seen animals do it before and hard to imagine it invading me.
Finally, I mounted him. Camile held me, supporting my body. It was
violent. Pleasure racked my body. It went on and on.
When I finally regained control of myself, I was horrified. What had
I done? "Nothing", said Camile. "Slaves are not forbidden
pleasure. Goddess made them to pleasure us. Every priestess enjoyed
them the night before. Many people went to the pleasure houses to
enjoy the slaves. You just have never enjoyed this pleasure."
Embolden, I mounted him again, this time slower. After many orgasms,
I realized that Camile did not have any. I told her it was her
turn. To my surprise, she refused. "Tonight is for you." I was
spent. I got oil all over my body. I put oil on the slave again,
with special attention to the cock and balls. Then Camile took me
home.
The High Priestess came out, chanting prayer. Camile and I were
behind her, followed by junior priestesses who carried the slave on
the wooden frame. Camile carried a golden tray with the gold knife
and a small bottle of sacred oil. A table had been set on the stone
platform in front of the temple, with candles and incense burning.
Many people were already there. Castration always draws a big
crowd. After we said the prayers and made the offering, the High
Priestess made the gesture for me to go ahead.
I walked to the frame, facing the crowd. Everyone could see the
castration. Camile handed me the sacred oil. I grabbed the cock
with my left hand. He trusted his hip, fucking my hand. I poured
the oil on his cock head and handed the bottle back to Camile. I
rubbed the oil on the cock head, chanting the prayer. I was getting
very excited. Suddenly, I felt Camile’s hand on my back, calming me
down. I could not have done it properly without her help. After the
prayers, I held out my right hand and Camile gave me the knife.
There was no laws or tradition to tell the castrater how to do it.
I talked with Camile many times. I decided to cut of the cock with
one quick stroke. I wanted it as big and hard as possible. The
balls could take their time. One swift stroke and the cock came off
in my left hand. I put it on the golden tray Camile held out. The
crowd cheered, jumping up and down. I saw something else they could
not see. His hot white cum, now unrestricted by the magic cock ring,
shot out with the blood. I grabbed the balls, squeezed them hard a
couple of times, just to see more cum shooting out. Then I slowly
cut off the sac with the balls in it. They joined the cock on the
golden tray. I handed the knife to Camile and took the tray to the
High Priestess. She put it on the table, in the place of honor. It
is surrounded by several sets of animal cocks and balls we castrated
earlier that morning.
From my first cock, it took me another three years to finish the
training. After I became a fully qualifying castrater. Camile told
me the secret. It was easy to learn all the technique and ceremony,
but hard to control the lust. That was the real difference between
an apprentice and a fully qualified castrater. Since then, I had
remained close to Camile. We are lovers still. I had trained two
apprentices. I never became High Priestess. I did not mind. I
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Ontario woman tears off husband's testicles (News item) | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, True story (News report) | ` From the Globe and Mail: `
\---
Gentlemen -- get ready to squirm. It's a story few men can hear without
scrunching their faces, crossing their legs and gasping.
A man from Pickering, east of Toronto, returned home to meet his live-in
girlfriend early yesterday morning.
The man was fresh from his 46th birthday party with friends, but police say
his night was far from over.
Police say the two began to fight, and during the scrap, the woman got a hold
of her partner's testicles and yanked so hard she tore them from his scrotum.
The extent of the damage is unclear.
The man was sent to hospital but there's no word on whether surgery was
successful.
Urologist Philip Klotz says an injury such as this is very rare, especially at
the bare hands of another person.
Klotz says it ``must have been one hell of a pull.''
The woman was arrested and charged with aggravated assault.
Her bail hearing is scheduled for today.
No names have been released.
\---
From another paper:
\---
Love hurts and Barrington Wynn may know it better than anyone.
The 46-year-old Ontario man had his testicles torn off Monday morning, but he
says he deserved it and still loves his wife.
Wynn admitted he arrived home drunk early Monday morning and was slapping his
15-year-old son when his wife grabbed him below the belt, dug in with her
nails and tugged.
Donna Crichton was charged with aggravated assault.
Wynn was taken to hospital in Toronto where doctors froze his wound and
reassembled the family jewels.
But despite his pain, Wynn says he doesn't believe his wife should have been
charged.
Crichton was released on two-thousand dollars bail yesterday.
She's not allowed to have any contact with Wynn as a condition of her bail,
but will continue to live with her kids in Pickering, east of Toronto.
Crichton's lawyer says it's a ``puzzle'' that Wynn wasn't also charged.
Wynn says he isn't leaving his woman for ''nobody in the world.''
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Master's Collection | GAY, TESTICLES | None | I received a typed letter in the mail a few days ago. It didn't
have a return address or even a name. I read the letter several
times, and I decided to do exactly what it said.
On Saturday night at seven o'clock, I went to the Motel 6 on Dania
Beach Boulevard. The motel is located about a half mile from the
beach. It is basically the only building on the small stretch of
road between US 1 and A1A. There are many tall evergreens on both
sides of the motel. I went to room 212 and knocked twice on the
door. I turned the knob and went inside. I closed and locked the
door behind me. The room was pitch black except for the crack of
light shining underneath the bathroom door. I walked toward the
light and opened the door. I did not turn around to look behind
me.
I went inside the bathroom and closed the door. I did not lock
it. I sat down on the toilet lid and removed my shoes and socks.
I pulled my shirt over my head. I then stood up and pulled my
pants and underwear off. I picked my clothes up from the floor and
neatly folded and placed them on top of the toilet tank. I took a
shower concentrating on my crotch and ass. I got out of the shower
and dried myself off. An enema preparation had been left for me in
the bathroom. I applied some petroleum jelly left in the bathroom
to the tip of the enema applicator. I slowly inserted the enema
into my hole and released the valve to let the warm liquid flow
into me. When the enema bag had been emptied of all the liquid and
I could hold no more, I lifted the toilet lid and sat down. I then
repeated the procedure. After preparing myself, I turned off the
bathroom light and opened the bathroom door. So far, I had done
everything exactly as I had been told.
I made my way in the dark to the bed farthest from the window and
laid down on my back. The room temperature was comfortable, but I
started shaking anyway. A large hand touched me on my chest. I
jumped and tried to sit up. The massive hand held me down and
calmly rubbed my chest to soothe my nerves. My arms were pulled
above my head and fastened to straps attached to the headboard. I
was frightened of what this person was going to do to me. My 5"
dick was harder than it had ever been in my life, and I could feel
it standing straight up in the air. My eyes had not yet adjusted
to the dark, and I was straining to see who was in the room with
me.
A small light came on above my groin. The top of the light was
covered by a hood so that the light was concentrated on my cock.
Enough light had permeated the room so that I could see at the foot
of the bed a tall, slender figure dressed in black. I tried to
focus my eyes on the head, but I couldn't see a face. It appeared
that the head was covered by a hood of black cloth or a mask. I
finally made out the eyes shining through two holes. They were
emerald green. They watched me. I opened my mouth, but before any
words could escape, my captor made a gesture of silence.
The dark figure moved beside me and wrapped his hand around my
penis. The feeling was like no other feeling that I have ever
experienced. That simple move made me feel as if by touching my
penis he had taken from me my entire life. He had purchased me and
now I belonged to him. He now knows everything about me, all my
hidden thoughts, my past, my present, and the most frightening
thing of all - my future.
He moved his hand down to my small balls and gently fondled them.
I had learned in this short period of time that this hand belonged
to a very powerful, strong man. He removed his hand and lifted a
black bag from the floor beside the bed. He opened his bag and
removed a long, silver, shiny blade.
My eyes got big with fear and I pulled on my restraints. He
whispered in a deep, masculine, soothing voice, "Lie very still."
I trusted him. He was in complete control. He removed shaving
cream from his bag and began to shave the hair from around my dick
and on my balls. When he was finished, he wiped away the excess
shaving cream with a towel.
He lifted my legs and pulled them above my head. He fastened my
ankles to two more leather belts that were secured to the
headboard. My ass and balls were exposed for his use. He pulled
from his bag a black leather strap that had a buckle on the end and
a ball attached to the center. I began to protest as my fear
grew. I wanted to change my decision to come here. I wanted to go
home. He put the ball in my mouth and buckled the strap behind my
head.
He pulled a syringe from his black bag. I felt the sting as he
inserted the needle into my arm and pumped an unknown liquid into
my body. I remained wide awake, but could no longer feel
anything. After a few minutes, he returned to the bed and began
shaving the little hairs from around my exposed asshole. He
brought over to the bed a metal tray that held sterile knives and
scissors. All I could do was look in horror.
He took a small knife from the tray and lowered it toward my
scrotum. Tears began streaming down my face and my vision became
blurry as he began cutting my scrotum down the middle between my
balls. He gently reached up with a towel to wipe my tears, but
then went back to work on my testicles. After completing the cut,
he pulled the skin back on both sides so that my balls popped out
of their casing. I could see my balls and the cord that kept them
attached to my body. He picked up the right one and held the
little round ball in his massive long fingers. He pulled it
further from my body then lowered his head toward my crotch.
As his head came closer to me, he lifted the bottom of his hood to
expose his mouth. He opened his mouth and put my testicle inside
of it. I couldn't feel any pain. I felt only pressure, but
combined with what I was seeing, I began ejaculating all over my
stomach and chest. I felt as if by sucking on my exposed testicle,
he was causing all of the sperm in it to be shot out.
He took my ball out of his mouth, picked up a pair of scissors from
the metal tray, and snipped the cord that kept it attached to my
body. I kept screaming, "No! No!" But the words never escaped my
lips and were heard only by me. He then did the same to my other
ball. I thought that I would pass out, but I couldn't. I tried,
but I couldn't. I wanted this nightmare to be over.
He placed both of my severed testicles into a small glass jar and
sealed the lid. He put the jar into his black bag. He began
sewing up the incision he had made in my scrotum. My sack was now
empty, only loose skin hung where once my nuts had been. I prayed
that he would not severe my penis. When he finished his sewing, he
stepped back from the bed and began removing his clothes. When he
was completely naked except for the black mask, I noticed he had a
very muscular body. He had a broad chest, narrow waist, was very
well defined and hairy. I looked at his erect penis. To my
amazement, he had only an inch protruding from the wiry mass of
hair between his legs. As my eyes drifted further downward, I
noticed his balls. His manly sack hung halfway down to his knees.
It was huge! I couldn't understand how this was possible. He saw
my surprise and moved closer to the bed and closer to my face. He
held up his sack and started separating his balls. But, he had
more than two! He must have had about 8 or 9 pairs in his
scrotum!
He then got on top of me and inserted his tiny erection into my
anus. He was careful not to break my stitches in my empty
scrotum. After squirting his hot man-juice into my warm hole, he
gave me another shot in the arm and I immediately fell asleep.
I awoke several hours later, lying on the beach, with the sun just
beginning to rise over the ocean. I was completely dressed except
for my shoes and socks. I was very sluggish at first, wondering
how I had gotten there. Then I remembered! The night before! My
balls! I got up and made my way to a gas station across the
street. I went into the men's room and locked the door. I kept
repeating over and over in my head, "Please let my balls be there!
Please let my balls be there!" I quickly pulled down my pants and
underwear. I felt for my balls. I couldn't feel them! I pulled
my hand away and there was a little blood on my fingers. I looked
between my legs. They were gone! I started to cry and I just fell
on the floor.
After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door of the men's
room. I got up, pulled up my pants, and dried my face with some
toilet tissue. I left the gas station and walked in the direction
of the Motel 6. After some thought, I became very proud. Very
proud to have contributed my most important possession to my
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Teen Penises Trapped | PENECTOMY, MINOR, penis mutilation, orgasm denial | Teen boys penises are permanently bound up so they grow deformed. | ` Penis constriction is a way of permanently wrecking the penis of a growing
male. I am pleased to say it is still done in some boys homes and youth
prisons. `
To constrict a penis, first fit a metal ring over the base, pressing into the
abdomen (you will probably have to shave him). It should fit snugly round the
penis. Another ring goes round the shafe and another just behind the glans.
The foreskin is pulled back first on uncircumcized boys. Two wires attached to
this ring are looped over the glans and two more attach it to the ring at the
base. Fuinally the base ring is sown into the skin. The penis is now
completely trapped in snug fitting metal which is never removed.
At first the boy just feels a little uncomfortable. Within a few days he is
very troubled because he cannot masturbate, or even have erections. Then, as
the penis trys to grow rapidly through puberty, it gets hemmed in by the
metal. It bulges out through and the boy watches helplesly as his penis
becomes totally miss-shapen over the long teen years. The rings and wires are
not too thin, about 1 mm so they press against the penis without cutting it.
The rings have a bulge by the urethra so the boy can pee normally. Even if the
metal is removed in adulthood, the penis is premanently deformed and the
wounds where the metal pressed do not fade. With or without the metal on, the
man can not use his penis to satisfy his sexual needs.
Boys homes and other institutions in many countries have used this method on
thousands of young penises and they have refined the process. This is a
version from catholic Eastern Europe.
The boy is fitted on his 13th birthday. For maximum mental and phsyical effect
he is kept chaste before the event, one week for each centimetre of his
erection. On his birthday all the boys are assembled in the main hall. He is
tied naked between two posts, arms and legs spread. The lucky boy is given a
nice birthday present, one last, long erection.The staff stimulate
hiserogenous zones and tickle his genitals with a feather. The erection is
kept going for an hour and then left to slowly subside (the staff make sure
the boy does not cum. If he does he is severely punished and sent back for a
double chastity period and the event is repeated). The frustrated young penis
takes a long time to become totally soft. Once it has completely shrunk back
the rings are fitted. There is only one size of ring and one permitted length,
if a boys penis is too big for his age he is still forced into the standard
size. Boys coming up to 13 sit in the front row so they can see the procedure
in detail. All under 13's are free to masturbate so they discover its joys and
develop their sex urges like any other male. But they know what is going to
happen to them.
The boy remains standing while the other boys are forced to file past and hold
his genitals in their hands for a few seconds each. Nobody speaks to him at
any time during the ceremony. He is then taken to the over 13's dormitory. The
only teen boys dormitory where nodoby ever masturbates. Here the older boys up
to 21 show him the long term effects of the metal constraints on their
penises.
I would love to discuss this with anyone interested.
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Campout | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | a camping trip turns into a nightmareby dolphinracer aka psycho bitch | ` It started out as a normal camping trip for Steve and lover Nick. Also along
on their trip were their two closest friends Lisa and Tiffany, who were
lesbians. `
The four found the perfect spot in a secluded wooded area with a small lake.
After pitching their tents, one for the girls and one for the guys, they all
decided to go swimming. None of them brought bathing suits, for they had all
seen each other naked before and thought nothing of it. They were in the lake
skinny dipping and slashing each other playfully when two police officers
walked over to their campsite. The officers looked at the tents, and then the
group of friends.
"This is private property" The taller police officer said.
"We didn't see any signs" Steve told him.
"Hey, I know you" the shorter police officer said to him. "You're that little
faggot from town."
Tiffany spoke up in defense of her friend. "That's not a very nice word" She
said. "Besides, what has he ever done to anyone?"
"Shut up you little fag lover" the cop snapped. " I want the two fags out of
that lake NOW"
Steve and Nick waded out of the lake, dripping wet and shivering because the
sun had gone behind a cloud. The taller cop grabbed Steve and cuffed his hands
behind his back as the shorter cop grabbed Nick and did the same thing to him.
They then threw the guys down on the ground and took turns kicking Steve in
the nuts. Tiffany and Lisa kept yelling at the cops to stop, but the evil
policemen paid no attention to them and continues their brutal assaults to the
men.
The tall cop pulled out what at first glance looked like a gun. Lisa took a
closer look and saw that it was a nailgun. The cop pointed the nail gun at
Steve's balls and fired a nail thru each nut. The girls were huddled together
crying as the cops laughed at Steve, who was wailing from the pain. The cop
then turned the nailgun on Nick and fired two nails into his sac.
The smaller cop pulled out a knife and sliced their dicks into two halves,
laughing at the crying men.
The cops looked at each other. " I think our work here is done" one of them
said. "You girls need to watch who you pick as friends." With that, they
walked off laughing.
Lisa ran over to Steve and Tiffany to Nick. They each wrapped their arms
around the man they had chosen and helped him walk back to their car to nurse
their wounded groins.
Later that night, after a frantic Lisa broke every speed limit to get the men
to the hospital, they stood in the room the men shared.
"We talked to the police and they said there have been several attacks on gay
men by two men dressed as policemen." she told them.
"They apparently are former cops who were let go because of their treatment to
gay men." Tiffany added. "I promise, this is not the end of this. We will get
these gay bashers and punish them accordingly."
to be continued
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One boy's Loss | TESTICLES | I belong to a ring of other Masters that own one or more boy(s) who fight each other to unmercilous lengths to win the honor of their Masters. The following article desbribes the prize that was offered to the winning Master. | ` In our negotiations, the other Masters and I decided that if our boy won, we
would receive the lossing boys for the remainder of the night, no holds...or
holes...barred. 'Buzz' as the Dominants called him, 'Master Jon' as he was
called by his and the other boys, was staying with me for the weekend. We met
in Amsterdam during Leather Days four or five years prior, and he was eager
for me to meet his latest boy. Jon's boy, Michael, had been an exceptionally
devoted and loyal slave for three years, and only the month prior to their
visit Michael had given his testicles to Buzz during a castration ceremony. `
The last match was between my boy and Buzz's, and it was by far the most
unmercilous and longest, with my boy winning, but barely. Buzz's boy submitted
to me for the evening, and gave me one of his testicles which had been
preserved with liquid nitrogen. Prior to enjoying the pain-racked body of
Buzz's property, I had my slave have sex with the loser...my boy the Top for
once...before I forced Buzz's slave to swallow the testicle he had given me.
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Sort of For Bboy | GAY, PENECTOMY, MINOR | A boy. A cock. A knife. | ` It is so easy to think about this. The way it should have gone. The way it
should have finished. `
But nothing is so easy. So often life just does its own thing and we end up
with what we really wanted regardless of what we thought we wanted.
This is the story of Ricky and Jamie. Two boys, just playing and changing
their lives forever. Not because they wanted to, but simply because it was
meant to be.
A boy. A cock. A knife. Sometimes things can get so out of hand.
We've all been there. The silly games under the duvet. The 'I bet you won't'
games that can get out of hand.
He was Jamie, 13, and I was Ricky, 14. A year older, but not necessarily
wiser.
It is easy to get things wrong when you are young and naive.
We got drunk. Dad's liqour from the cupboard when he was out line dancing.
And we decided to play a game.
Being horny as hell at 13 and 14 is not too difficult.
It started out easily. Just a game. Nothing serious.
But then suddenly the game got rough. Somehow we decided that the stakes had
to get higher. I was bigger and so I called the shots. I got a knife from the
cupboard.
We'd play for blood stakes. And it started with the finger cutting as all
school boy games start. Blood brothers and all that crap.
Jamie lost. He always lost.
Then we (or me mainly) thought we'd raise the ante.
Palms. Cool. And painful. Jamie lost again.
What about if he lost, he should take his pants off?
I liked that. I wanted to fuck him but never said anything about it.
You couldn't. Rep and all that. But here was a chance.
I said if he lost again he must take off his pants. He agreed.
I secretly think he wanted it.
He threw the dice. And I lost. I took off my pants.
We threw again. Now he was naked and so was I.
I said if he lost again, I would cut his cock a little with the knife. He
ummed and ahhed and then said ok.
Whoa I thought. I get to cut him. He said if I lost he could cut me.
Ok. That's fair. I threw the dice. Jamie was so pissed I fixed the dice before
he saw them
Next thing I know I am holding his cock in my hand and a knife in e other.
Wow!
Suddenly things chaned. We were both drunk and sitting face to face, naked. I
held the knife to his cock and he just looked at me.
It wasn't a game any more. I knew we were doing something amazing.
His look just said yes. And I held the knife there. Right under his cock,
looking into his eyes.
I pressed the knife against the underside of his cock. I pushed and drew
blood. He closed his eyes. Waiting for the pain.
I looked at him. His eyes closed. Waiting for me to cut his cock off. I pushed
a bit more. It cut deeper.
Then I put the knife down and kissed him.
...........this story is not over............
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The Prey | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Man has one last chance to escape...... | ` The women had promised him an hour head=start but his hugely fattened body
was exhausted. His 6 month captivity had consisted of non-stop fattening
meals, and the castration performed on him by the women had added to his
girth. He mulled over in his mind the choice he had been given- a lifetime of
slavery as a eunuch,or the chance to escape.he had not been told the
consequences of capture but the fattening process must be for a reason.. `
He regained his strength and slowly followed the forest path.Suddenly he heard
voices-in the open field alongside the wooded
area-It was the women! he knew he could not outrun them so he lowered himself
into gully alongside the path and silently awaited them....The women stopped
almost directly above him. They sensed his presence nearby. Each was slim and
muscular, their sinewy muscles in contrast to the fat enveloped body of their
prey. Miraculously they continued along the path.
He waited till night fall and slowly climbed up the steep hill. His fattened
obese body winded and exhausted. He caught a whiff of camp-fire-the women had
settled in for the nighr nearby. Caught in a maze of indecision he decided to
continue along the path.Suddenly a net fell upon him....His fat body covered
with the damp coarse material he saw the women appear.....
They prodded him toward their camp. "yes he is one of our fattest" the slim
blond leader said..The fear mounted in him as he saw the fate awaiting him- a
huge fire and over it a spit...The women squeezed the fat rolls of blubber
hanging off him and placed the order for the soon to be roasted man flesh...
The blond woman approached him. "considering your size and fear you made a
good attempt to escape. We offer you this choice- a quick death and then your
fattened body as our meal...Or 6 more months of fattening and then you become
our annual feast..And your penis is removed by me...Now...Choose!
The young women of the colony passed by the "fattening cage" daily.....The now
enormous immobile eunuch was encased in fat-the rolls covering his smooth
cockless and balless body...
The blond leader licked in her lips in anticipation of the feast....
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Villa Adorus: The Roman Sperm Bath | GAY, TESTICLES, MINOR | The story of Villa Adorus. One of Rome's most celebrated sperm bath. | Villa Adorus: The Roman Sperm Bath
As was the custom for many wealthy men of Ancient Rome, public
bathing offered both a social and hygienic solution to the problems
associated with life in 100 AD. What most casual readers or even
academics do not realize was the proliferance of private sperm
baths offered at certain select baths and many brothels.
One such sperm bath was operated for well over 200 years by a
series of familial owners outside of Rome. Its name was Villa
Adorus and this is the story of how it operated.
Situated on a little more that a hectare of rural land, Villa
Adorus was beautifully landscaped and architecturally adorned to
please the most refined client. Beneath this marble column edifice
was a natural hot spring, which fed a constant supply of warm fresh
water to each of 20 private rooms, which were richly decorated and
very comfortable. A golden tub shaped as a fanciful Lion was the
focal point of each private room, as was the beautiful statuary and
wall adornments featuring erotic art of every conceivable type and
fetish.
In the center of this spectacular villa, was a large rectangular
room, which was the Milking room. Next to it was a small-attached
room called the Harvest Room. Further away from the Villa Adorus
was a vast slave quarters which housed the 2000 slaves from which
the sperm was collected. The Romans were clever business owners and
over the years the proprietors of Villa Adorus had learned through
trial and error that the most copious amounts of spermatozoa were
produced by young teen males aged 13 – 19 years old. Therefore,
only slaves of this age were purchased at the slave markets in
Rome. Many races of slaves were represented, most of Roman descent
but many from North Africa and the surrounding Mediterranean
conquests. Some from as far North as present day France and England.
The Milking Room was used to provide each of the 20 private rooms
with a constant on demand supply of fresh sperm for the client
bathers. As each Golden Tub could hold up to 17 gallons of sperm,
the Milking Room was in production 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Each sperm slave had to be milked a minimum of 7 times per day in
order to keep up with the constant demand for wholesome fresh
sperm. The layout of the Milking Room resembled that of a small
factory. Every few minutes a shift of up to75 sperm slaves were
ushered in by guards and took their places around a series of
dozens of round collection bowls which were on white marble
pedestals standing 4 feet high. Approximately 7 slaves would
surround the bowl, and immediately begin masturbation. As most of
the sperm slaves had been carefully screened for sexual prowess
upon purchase, the ejaculation of semen was always accomplished in
10 minutes or less. Much like an assembly line, as soon as one
sperm slave had finished shooting his load of semen into the bowl,
he was quickly replaced by another, and then another. When a bowl
was full, it was quickly delivered fresh and hot to the waiting
bather. And so in this fashion, enough sperm was milked to fill the
tubs of bathers, as well as gourmets of sperm who not only wished
to bath but also drink. Some clients, while soaking in the fresh
sperm also enjoyed watching through a small glass window which
allowed them a view into the Milking Room. Clients could also
arrange to have selected sperm slaves brought directly into their
cubicle so that they could drink the semen fresh from the source or
replenish the tubs contents with fresh semen. This commanded a
higher fee, but was enjoyed by many clients.
The useful lifespan of a sperm slave seldom lasted beyond the
nineteenth year. By then, sperm production was beginning to wane
and the penis which had been milked so many tens of thousands of
times in the space of only a few years had begun to lose its beauty
and perfect shape. When the day came that the usefulness for a
slave had ended, the small Harvesting Room was employed. Here on an
elevated marble slab, the slave was restrained by four guards until
the attending physician could harvest the enormous testicles of the
boy. Though the slave’s sperm production had declined, there was
still a strong market among the sperm bather clients for fresh
human testicles. When a client was hungry after a bath, fresh
testicles could be consumed upon demand and served either raw or
cooked. Clients could also take part in the castration if they so
desired and in fact could consume the fresh testes in front of the
eunuch from which they had been harvested. The technique for
gelding was simple. The sperm slave, after being restrained was
places on his hands and knees with the head in a lowed position,
legs spread apart. Some client’s would amuse themselves by milking
the slave one last time and consuming the life-giving liquid on the
spot, or could position themselves in front of the slaves head,
allowing the slave to sodomise the client during the procedure.
Leather straps were tied to secure the young gelding. A sharp razor
knife was employed to open the scrotum from top to bottom revealing
the large orbs, which had produced so much sperm in their young
life. Quickly the physician cut each cord, and removed the
testicle. A white-hot cauterizing iron was used to stop bleeding
and then after the second testicle had been removed, the gelding’s
scrotum was sewn back in place.
After several weeks of recuperation, the eunuch slaves were either
sold back into the slave markets for domestic or sexual purposes,
or kept to work in the Villa.
And this was the life enjoyed at Villa Adorus. Those who lived in
the nearby countryside said that even years after the Villa was
finally closed by the last of its owners, the smell of human sperm
still permeated the warm Roman air.
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Two women drag in a man and presents him to a woman in dressed in
tight leather dominatrix attire.
"What do we have here?" The leader of the group asked.
"Some looser we bagged coming out of a club... he didn't know what
hit him." The three strip off the man's clothing and tie him onto
an x-frame mounted on the wall. The leader places a ball-gag over
the man's head so he won't make any disturbing noises. The leader
hands the two sharp edged scissors, and they trim the man's pubic
hair to a short length. They put the scissors down and pick up a
can of saving cream. The one on the left sprays cream over the
man's cock and balls then the other begins the shave the rest of
the hair off. The man shivers and squirms and she runs over a nick
with the razor. The leader whips off the excess cream with a cold
wet hand towel and the man shiver once more. She produces a sharp
scalpel and makes two cuts, one on each side of his scrotum. Two
streams of blood drip down from his sac. He squirms ever more and
tries to move, but he can't. She signals the other two women and
they reach into his sac with tongs and each pull out a testicle.
The leader licks her red lips and bends down to place her mouth
over the man's seven-inch cock. The other two begin sucking on the
man's testicles and licking up the dripping blood. The two women
moan and finger their clits as their leader bobs her head slowly up
and down. The man some orgasms, shooting a wad of cum all over the
leader's face. His dick still remains as hard as ever.
"I hope you enjoyed that, because the next is what we do for fun."
The leader says. The other two spit out the man's testicles and
let them hang by their cords. They then tie a thin piano string
around his cock and balls. The sting is connected to a bucket.
Above the x-frame is a water faucet. The leader turns the knob and
lets the faucet slowly drip water into the bucket. As the bucket
gets heavier and heavier the piano string gets tighter and tighter,
cutting into the flesh of the helpless man's cock and the
connecting cords of his balls. He screams in agony through the
ball-gag, but it is only a muffled moan. The bucket is now half
full with water and the metal string slices through his cords, his
testicles fall into the bucket making a small splash. The veins of
the man's cock bulge out on the surface. The leader twist a rubber
band tightly around the man's dick so no more blood leaves the
man's swelled dick. An agonizing ten minutes later the bucket
falls to the floor as well as the man's dick. The leader lights a
candle and pours melted wax on the cut end of the dick. The wax
dries and seals it so no more blood drips out.
"This will serve me perfectly." The leader unzips the leather flap
that covers her tight pussy. He rubs the cock head over her cunt
slowly and then enters it into her vagina. She brings it in and
out moaning with pleasure as she rakes it over her g-spot. She
brings her self to three powerful orgasms in a row. When she is
down she tosses to one of the other two so they can play with their
new toy. The leader reaches into the bucket and grabs the
testicles. She looks up and sees that he passed out. She puts
both of the balls into her mouth an begins sucking on them while
she fingers her clit with her thumb and fore-finger. She them
spits out the balls into her hand and places them into her pussy.
She zips up the leather crouch flap and rubs her thighs together,
she moans as the balls rub tightly against her vagina walls and
move deeper up inside her. She looks back at the other two women
and one is sucking on the cock while crouching over the other's
face, being eaten out. She removes the cock to say.
"We should do this more often."
"Yeah, how about next week?" The leader says. "Be sure to get a
bigger guy, you two can handle them." The other giggles and hands
the cock to the woman below her as moves to give her clit a tongue
lashing.
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More Than One Can Chew | NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Kyle met his match one day finding a change in life was going to be needed. | ` My brother Kyle when back in his teen years had this paper route delivering
the local newspaper. He would bike the route rather than drive Mom's car
saying he got his exercise. `
As memory tells it was one day in Fall when the streets were wet and leaves
falling made everything quite slippery. Kyle was out doing his route when
passing Mrs. Bucklote's home her giant Airdale Sam ran out and after Kyle
peddling legs.
A swift kick in the chops is what Kyle offered but with the leaves and wet he
soon found himself laying flat on his back. The bike went one way while Kyle
rolled the other. It was when he awoke the problem lay directly before him.
Sam feeling not too thrilled about getting kicked in the jaw was even then
laying there by Kyle. The giant size dog had his teeth bared and lips high
growling and letting Kyle know his thoughts.
Try as dear Brother might he could not inch away from the big mut. The dog lay
there crouched down and ready to strike.
As Kyle tried to get up it became rather apparent his right foot or ankle was
broken. The swelling and pain told him he was in trouble. Now jumping about on
one foot and try after failed try to get his bike under him for a slow ride
home the dog had other ideas.
Then in a lunge which will mark Kyle for life the giant Airdale chomped into
Kyle's groin barring down hard as teeth punched holes in a dozen touchy
places.
One's first reaction might be to fight or even run but you can't get far or
fast on a broken ankle. Worse of course is those sharp teeth of the big doggy
jammed into Kyle's penis, testicles, and crotch.
Scream, I'm told by those who lived near by that brother did let out a yell!
The dog's owner was needed to coax it for releasing Kyle's tender parts but it
was the dog who shook his head and tore loose what brother called dear.
Three big chews and a swallow sent brother Kyle's male parts into an Airdale's
guts to be soon made into dog shit. The hospital offered him little help other
than to make him a plastic pecker to pee thru. He's marked for life but has
this thing about finding giant Airdale dogs and taking a firm bite out of
their furry groins.
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Cut and Dried | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, Extreme Fantasy Fun | <SPAN style=\"FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: \'Times New Roman\'; mso-fareast-font-family: \'Times New Roman\'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA\">Kimmy’s “package” arrives …</SPAN> | ` `
This Classy Bitch just got off the chat room with her extreme fantasy phone
sex friend, Kimmy. “I haven’t had a good CBT call all week,” she complained.
She was, however, happy to receive a promised post-mortem package, described
in _Suffocation by Cock_ , so her jewelry chest will soon have gold-plated
gonad earrings. Real conversation “pieces,” so to speak.
The scrotum will be dried and tanned, she hopes, and cut into three pieces for
a micro-mini string bikini. Personally, I think just the bra would be best,
because Kimmy has a beautiful smooth-shaven pussy that should always be seen.
Yes, her young tits are nice too, but having the hard little nipples covered
with small swatches of scrotum cloth will be a great look for her. Now, she’s
almost ready with a unique, self-designed full ceremonial wardrobe for real
sessions of extreme domination. It’s hard to believe that such a cute young
thing can be so charmingly cruel.
She’s a bargain babe at two bucks a minute. I’m her friend, but she even
charges me to phone chat about her extreme adventures. Her pictures and phone
number are on www dot kimmy4phone dot com in case you’re interested in seeing
and hearing for yourself.
A cock head (also to be gold-plated by her friendly “we’ll dip anything”
jeweler) is all Kimmy is missing to make a kute and kinky necklace to decorate
her kute and kinky kleavage. She has a caller that followed the _Glans
Removal_ story on eunuch dot org, and her missing link is supposed to be in
the mail.
When her fem-dom costume is complete, she has ten worshipping slaves she will
gather around a midnight bon fire for a 24-hour banding party.
Kimmy’s klaim to be a trophy hunter seems real. Is she just a dream, or will
she soon supply the inspiration for the eunuch dot org story she plans to
write herself?
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# A Perfect Marriage - for her!!
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It had been a short, informal ceremony. Ben and Andie had been
married in the registry office. They were now driving out into the
countryside, Ben at the wheel, on the way to their honeymoon.
Suddenly, a motorcycle pulled out ahead of them. The rider , all
clad in black, pulled out a silencered pistol and pointed it at
Ben. "Pull over!" he (?) said.
Ben did so, and the rider came up to them. In an unmistakeably
female voice, she ordered them to leave the car and march into the
woods.
She ordered Ben to drop his trousers and underpants, exposing a
long, slim penis and heavy testicles. Then she pulled out a small
penknife and threw it to Andie. "Castrate him," she said
curtly, "and bring his balls to me."
"No..please!!" cried Andie and Ben at once. "Your choice," said the
rider. "If you don't do it, woman, I'll shoot him in the kneecaps
and then in the balls. You are going to have a eunuch husband, do
you want a disabled one as well?"
Ben looked at Andie, and nodded, tearfully. Andie picked up the
penknife and stuck out one of the blades. She cut Ben's scrotum
open leaving his testicles hanging out on each side of his
penis. "The blade's rusty.." she said,"This would give him an
infection if I used it to cut off his balls.....!" "Then use your
teeth!" snapped the rider. "Stop wasting my time!"
Tearfully, Andie knelt and bit into the cord of Ben's left ball,
severing it. She turned to the rider an asked, "Isn't that enough?"
"NO!!" she screamed. "I want BOTH!! Do it!!"
Andie, sobbing gently, bit off Ben's remaining ball. He let out a
strangely high-pitched howl as he became a eunuch.
"Give them to me!!" snapped the rider. Andie picked up Ben's
seveered testicles and placed them in the rider's gloved palm. The
rider then shot out the tyres of their car, got on her bike and
went.
Ben collapsed. Andie pulled out her mobile, and called an
ambulance. A quarter of an hour later, she was holding the hand of
her unconscious husband in the back of the ambulance.
She thought to herself, it had all worked out as planned. She had
castrated her husband with her bare teeth, and he coudn't hold it
against her. She had a husband to satisfy her traditionally-minded
employers and her homophobic parents- a husband who wouldn't
constantly pester her for sex. Even if his sex urge survived his
castration, she'd feed him ground birth control pills to keep him
impotent and docile.
And as soon as he was admitted to hospital, and sedated...Andie
would go to their honeymoon suite, where her girlfriend Siobhan,
(who'd carried out the hijacking on her bike), would be waiting.
They would have a mindblowing fuck, and then dine off a stew made
out of Ben's severed balls.
Andie coul
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Bruno's Fleshy Clit Fetish | STRAIGHT, Clitoral Torture, Castration | Kat almost gets her castration fantasy fulfilled, But Bruno is intent on leaving her unsatisfied | Bruno had tied Kat down the moment she arrived. He smiled and surveyed her
body. She was wonderfully pear-shaped, with small breasts and a nice round
ass. He decided to start by fucking her in the ass. Lube was in a drawer next
to the piercing equpiment, but he just spat on her asshole and then plunged
right in. His enormous cock strained to shove inside her. Kat, however, was
aroused by this and Bruno could tell when her clit started to perk up. Fucking
her ass caused her clit to become sensitive he knew, but she would not orgasm
from it. He pulled out before he himself came, because recently his right to
orgasm had been temporarily revoked. The last thing he needed was for Serena
to hack his cock off in the PIT for misbehavior. They didn't call it the
Prisoner Insolence Torture level for nothing.
He looked at Kat's pulsating clit and pinched it, hard. He felt the fleshy
folds between his fingers as he began to massage her rosebud. He could tell
she was coming close to orgasming, so he slapped her clit firmly. He punished
her clit several times more before he pinched it again and put a large, heavy
clamp on it.
Kat had a particularly voluptuous clitoral hood and labia. The best kind to
play with and torture, he thought. Even more fun, though, to cut off. This was
Bruno's fetish. He thought about how satisfying it would be to just cut that
wonderfully fleshy clit clean off. Even better to make it slow and painful. He
would have to ask Brutus (who, for the record, ran this sick operation)later
if her could cut Kat's clit. He immediately became hard just thinking about
holding that scalpel in his hand. He regained his composure by flogging her
clamped genitals with a whip, making the clamp wiggle back and forth.
He was rather proud that he could still get hard with no balls. Serena had
castrated him during a PIT session. Luckily, Brutus was allowing him to grow
them back, but not for another two weeks.
He unclamped Kat's throbbing clit and began massaging it again. After only a
few moments he slapped her clit again, causing her to thrust her hips up.
"Kat, my dear, I would like nothing more than to take my little knife and cut
away all this," as he massaged her labia and clit gently. He paused on her
clit and, pulling back the hood, pinched it hard and continued to squeeze.
"I want to cut your little clit right off." He said, as he felt her clit
starting to pulsate with arousal. Kat did, in fact, have a castration fantasy.
He slapped her clit again.
"No coming." Kat was allowed to orgasm- but only if the session Dom allowed
her to, which Bruno certainly was not in the mood for. He played with the
scalpel, running it lightly across her inner things and then across her clit.
suddenly he pulled her hood back and made a small cut into the tip of her
throbbing clit. She convulsed with mixed pain and pleasure. He continued to
make small cuts in the folds of her labia, but made no motion to actually
castrate her.
"You WANT me to cut your clit off, don't you?" She nodded. He slapped her clit
carelessly and it stung.
"Too fucking bad. No satisfaction for you today." She mentally sighed. She
always fantasized while masturbating about getting declitted. She wanted it
all off. Nevertheless, she was CERTAIN that she could provoke Serena into
doing it. She almost came just thinking about Serena with her evil grace
cutting into her bud, but Bruno spanked her clit again.
"I'm just gonna let you think about getting your clit!" Slap! "Cut!" Slap!
"Off." Slap! "And maybe next time I'll do it."
His cock was so hard he could barely stand it. He wanted nothing more than to
just fucking castrate this little slut right here. He stopped himself from
coming with the thought of Serena giving him a penectomy. He pinched Kat's
clit once more and then ended the session.
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Men With Penises Now in the Minority | PENECTOMY | A fictional news story about penislessness in the future. | ` Men With Penises Now in the Minority `
AD 2120
For the first time, in a trend that will reshape the destiny of the sexes,
more men lack penises than have them.
Estimates show that just over half of America's men have been born without the
once-defining characteristic of males. Genetic engineering is phasing them out
in a trend applauded by women and men alike.
"This is a milestone in sexual engineering," said geneticist Laura Smith. "The
average man is now incapable of penetrating a woman. Men are happier, more
compliant, and able to let women control their sexuality."
In some places, a penis is an oddity. On nude beaches, they are no-shows. Few
men dare to show them among today's assertive, powerful women and their fellow
men.
Many young girls admit it's a disconcerting thing to see on a man.
"I'm so used to seeing men with nothing but a little sac between their legs,"
said one 16-year-old. "That's the way it should be. On one first date last
year, I reached into my boyfriend's pants and felt that awful thing. It
freaked me out. Now, I make sure to find out before we get too far with each
other."
Sexual behavior has radically changed over the past decades. The dominant
activity is for men to perform oral sex on their girlfriends and wives. Women
buy strap-ons with the enthusiasm they once reserved for vibrators. Men have
transformed themselves
from penetrators to penetratees. Sexual engineering has allowed men's rectums
to become stretchier, thus making them good candidates for anal sex, which
they have overwhelmingly embraced.
Threesomes involving two men and a woman are so common that there are no
X-rated movies made without them. Men are very comfortable loving other men.
Most adult movies show men rubbing their penisless crotches together.
Rape is down 85% over the past century. Indeed, female rape of men is up, a
trend likely to continue as men's posteriors have become so much more
vulnerable.
This engineering has also created interesting twists. Many men and women are
now born without body hair.
"That's one of the things I like best," says Sherry, a 24-year-old writer. "I
don't have to be offended by stinky balls when I touch a man."
Many women are now engineered with large clitorises through which they can
urinate. Men find this very attractive. Indeed, men's urinals are becoming
less common in men's rooms and more common in women's rooms. Most men now sit
to urinate.
The women's movement was largely behind the gradual loss of the penis. In
their quest to create a better world, women had, as one put it, "no time to
cater to those things. They're always so demanding. And they call us women
demanding." Eventually, women came to see men's organs as useless and
irrelevant. So mothers programmed their sons to be born without them. Now, a
generation of men is finding relief in being penisless down there.
"I look at some guys I know, and they're just slaves to their penises," says
Mark, a computer programmer. "I'm so glad I have no desire to stick anything
of mine into a woman the way these guys do."
And the move is on to rid the world of penises that already exist. Penectomies
are cheaper than ever. Penis-cutting is officially allowed as a penalty for
rape, with the victim allowed to do the cutting. Women who cut them off out of
spite are rarely prosecuted. Female singers routinely sing about wishing their
men would cut theirs off, as in the song "Be a Man" by The Dominants:
I'm telling you it's not enough,
To show me that thing when you're in the buff.
Cut it off, cut if off
You'll know I'm happy
And I'll know you're really tough,
When you cut it off.
Be a man. Be a man.
Some women even refuse to marry a man unless he first cuts off his penis.
When penectomies are figured into the totals, about 65% of today's men lack
their male appendages.
Estimates are that by 2240, the human penis will be extinct.
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IT GOES | TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | My wife made an appointment for me with a sex counselor, who examined me, made a few notes and said I would receive something in the mail, to review it and bring it back to her to witness my signature. Below is the documunt I received. | ` `
IT GOES
Institute for Therapeutic Genital Organ Excision Surgery
I, the undersigned, have been referred to the IT GOES clinic because my
genital organs are inadequate and non functional. I agree to not expect or ask
my wife or any female to touch my penis ever again. I am allowed, and even
encouraged to do cunnilingus and fellatio as often as I can so I will be
prepared for my post surgical outcome. My penis is found to even be too small
for standard penile inversion male to female sex change surgery. Therefore I
have been referred to IT GOES for the following procedures. I have been
advised to avoid masturbation, so that my prostate gland swells for easier
surgical identification and removal. These procedures are: removal of right
and left testicle, and total penectomy, including penile root and prostate
gland removal, scrotal conversion to false labia, and section of colon
resection to form a false vagina, re-routing of urethral opening, insertion of
breast implants, vocal cord revision to achieve higher pitch voice, and
reduction of adam’s apple protrusion.
I have been informed of risks and side effects, such as infection and death
which can be risk for any surgical procedure. I will of course be sterile, I
understand I will no longer have the ability to orgasm, but accept that a
successful surgical outcome will now allow intercourse which I am not now
capable of.
My signature below grants IT GOES rights to schedule and perform these
surgeries whenever and wherever and in any order deemed necessary as
facilities to perform the surgery become available. Since operating rooms may
only be available at diverse locations at unusual times due to need for
extreme privacy for the IT GOES surgical team, and without prior notice, I
understand that I may have to be whisked away at any time by the team without
prior knowledge and grant them permission to do so. I understand this is a
permanent document, once signed is non-revocable.
Client:_______________________
IT GOES team witness:_____________________
Date document in force:
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Stevie - Part 4 (Epilogue) | NULLIFICATION | Stevie finds that being a nullo is wonderful. | ` `
Today was the first anniversary of Stevie's nullification. I smiled as I
looked down at my beautiful boy lying on our bed. Now 17 years old, he looked
as young as the day I met him.
His long dark hair fell around his narrow shoulders. Stevie's face was more
beautiful than ever as he smiled up at me, holding out his arms to embrace me.
I gently sucked his nipples, which by now had swollen as large as a woman's.
Red and ripe, they topped his breasts, which also had grown now that his male
hormones were drastically diminished.
I kissed my way down his stomach, stopping to swirl my tongue in his pierced
belly button. Stevie groaned as my lips moved between his legs. I was
surprised how much sensation he still experienced in that smooth, hairless
area.
My tongue moved along the two scars that marked where his genitals once were.
As David promised, there was a very small bump, barely noticable, to remind me
that Stevie once had a penis.
Without prompting, Stevie turned over onto his stomach. I gently stroked each
buttock, touching the three scars on each side where I had struck him,
punishment for his masturbation. The next day, I took his manhood.
I parted his cheeks and gently licked his anus, prompting a sigh of pleasure
from Stevie. My tongue probed lower, touching the pisshole created by David a
year ago. Stevie shivered as I licked this new opening, so sensitive to the
touch.
My cock was rock hard by now, but I didn't want to rush our lovemaking. A dab
of lube on my finger circled Stevie's asshole, which dilated at the slightest
touch. Stevie was whimpering now, begging to be fucked.
My finger slipped in easily, greasing his hole. A moment later I had two
fingers inside him, loosening up the muscle that ringed his anus. Soon, Stevie
was wide open, ready to receive my cock.
I got on my knees behind him, placing the tip of my cock against his puckered
hole. I put my hands on his hips but didn't thrust forward yet; I wanted to
savor the moment and make Stevie wait for me.
Then, slowly, I pushed the head of my cock inside him. Stevie gasped and then
sighed. I stopped for a moment, then gradually moved my hips forward. Inch by
inch, my rigid shaft disappeared into Stevie. I thrilled at the delicate
warmth that encased my cock, the muscles that grabbed my member and then
released it as it moved inward.
Finally, my balls were touching Stevie's beautiful ass. I stopped thrusting,
encircled his chest with my arms, massaging his muscles, squeezing his
nipples.
I moved my hips slowly in and out, my cock withdrawing and then entering him.
Stevie moaned as I gradually picked up the pace. My fingers drifted down to
his hairless crotch, tracing the thin scars there. That always sent a jolt of
electricity through his body, and into me.
Stevie thrust his ass back at me, trying to capture every inch of my penis.
His prostate was now the center of his sexuality, and my cock was giving it
intense stimulation.
As my thrusting grew more frantic, my lips kissed the back of Stevie's neck. I
thrust my tongue into his ear, then bit his earlobe. My teeth clamped onto his
delicate neck. I knew my orgasm was near. Stevie panted as he awaited the
explosion deep inside his bowels.
A scream escaped my throat as I felt my cum shoot from my cock. Stevie shouted
too as his hole spasmed around my penis, milking every last drop into his
body. My balls slapped against his ass. It seemed like my orgasm went on
forever.
Now, it's over. I lay on top of Stevie, my cock still embedded in his hole.
Our breathing slowed. I felt a trickle of fluid on my thigh, leaking from
Stevie's pisshole. I scooped it up with my finger: his watery cum. I licked my
finger clean.
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Giving Their Left Nuts | TESTICLES, CANADIAN BAKIN’ | <b>Toronto urologist satiates her fetish — a taste for good gonads.</b> | ` `
•
Dr. Zelda Dundas did her undergraduate work under the skirts of most of her
sexy classmates at Scarborough University for Ontario Women.
She did her post-graduate work in post-op, peering under the hospital gowns of
men coming out of urological surgery. The doctor herself has never
_officially_ come out of the closet.
Dr. Dundas is a urologist who knows how to operate cock-and-ball equipment.
She knows how to operate _on_ cock-and-ball equipment. She knows how to
dismantle cock-and-ball equipment.
But her deft, skilled hands do not really like _touching_ cock-and-ball
equipment. What her delicately-tactile digits love to caress, and love to
love, are cunts.
•
Men with dick problems come _to_ her all the time — because she doesn't dick
around, and because a conclusive diagnosis always requires that they cum _for_
her all the time.
If the men needing cock check-ups pay by check, they get a hand-job from one
of the doctor's lovely, cuntly, great-assed assistants. If they have great
health insurance, they get blow jobs from the Blue Cross beauties — so both
the cocks-in-question and the bills-for- _service_ get inflated.
Mesmerized by the masterbation examination, the cock-troubled men never ask
for a second opinion when Dr. Z. D., M.D., makes her routine determination:
“Necratic Testicle, Left Side, Excision Indicated.”
•
The doctor's unilateral orchidectomies are shown bi-weekly on ORTV. You have a
ring-side seat, and the cock-ringed cocks make especially erotic viewing —
they always stay rock hard as the left scrotal sac has its testicular tenant
evicted.
She does a dozen per week. Sometimes thirteen — if her baker will be at her
traditional Sunday brunch-of-balls.
No beeper for the urologist on Sundays. No emergency time off during the
taste-of-testes tęte-á-tęte.
•
_Classy Bitch always has two invitations.
Care to join her sometime?_
The good doctor would like to
meet and eat you too.
Cunt _or_ cock will do.
We like sweets _and_ meats.
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Slave and Castratrix | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A professional Castratrix preparing a slave for service | ` She held his penis by the foreskin and stretched them out to see. She took
the knife and slowly circumcised him. He squirmed in pain and the mouth gag
had muffled his scream. The penis head was now exposed and she put the
foreskin on the plate she had next to her. She pinched his penis head and
pulled it towards her. The slave was struggling even more now but he knew it
was hopeless. He was bound securely and even if he managed to get away from
her, he would only find himself in another room like this with another woman
doing the same to him. He is slave and this is going to be his life from now
onwards. She pinch his penis head real hard and then took the knife again. The
slave urinated in fear and she felt his warm urine running through fingers
that held his penis. She placed the ˝ inch from the base of his penis and
started cutting. She liked to look into their eyes as she cut off their
penises. Tears were rolling down his eyes and he felt faint. He hoping that he
would faint but it wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. He was also a
strong man but it wasn’t his strength that was keeping him conscious but just
bad luck. She knew that he would not fait. She has been doing this for more
than five years. She had castrated over a thousand slaves. Three slaves per
day. She hated it initially but now she enjoys it secretly. She loved the
sense of power she felt each time the slaves were brought into her room. She
loved the way they begged for mercy and she will look at them with feign
compassion and then they would feel as if they stood a chance. She would start
stripping them and shaving their genitals and they would start to panic again.
She loved toying with their emotions. She loved looking at them defeated as
she sawed off their penis like this one right now. She felt his warm blood
running through her fingers as she severed his penis. She watched the penis
shrivel up n her hand and then she placed it with the foreskin. She grabbed
his testicles and gave it a strong tug. She placed the knife close to the base
and started cutting it. By now, the slave has almost fainted. He could hardly
hold his head up. She took her time cutting and gently squeezed as she sliced
his testicle. She held it in her hand and squeezed the testicles out of the
scrotum bag. She placed it on the plate and hit the red button. The nurse had
been waiting in the next room. The red light was the queue for her team of
nurses to come in and patch the slave up. That was slave number two. Now she
would take a short break and get the last slave, the cute one. She always
saves the cutest ones last. She would tease them before castrating them.
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Burning Desire | STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, Painful Punnishment For Rape | 14 year old Tania is pack raped by 5 youths who are caught and now must be punished. | Walking into the hospital foyer Tania had tears streaming down her face. The
Triage Nurse Samantha led her into the small room and sat her down. The doctor
was paged and the police were phoned. Writing down the details Dr Daniel
explained that a sample of semen should be taken from her vagina as well as at
least one photograph. Nodding Tania moved to the bed and laid down. lifting
Tanias skirt Nurse Samanther lifted her dress and lowered her panties noteing
the blood and odvious semen stains on the panties and aroud the area. The
contusions were concistant with forced penetration. A photograph was taken
then a sample from inside the vagina was taken as well as around the external
pubic area. A photograph was taken of the bruising on her wrists and ankles as
well as a facial picture of the blood oozing from her mouth and nose as well
as the swelling around the eye socket. Then looking in a gruff seargent
quickly left and was quickly replaced by a femail officer. Taking down all the
details the suspects height weight and desription were quickly assembled.
The DNA was extracted from the sample and there were 5 destinct DNA found. The
suspects were assembled and Tania pointed out nine who looked like her
attackers and DNA then isolated the five.
The trial was quickly done and the jury had no doubt in their verdict.
Senticing the five the judge invited Tania and her family to attend the
procedings. After the 15 year sentences were placed on the five the Judge
asked the family if they believed justice has been done. No called out Tammy
who is tania's mother I want more. Tammy approached the bench and the Judge
listened and nodded. The guilty youths were led to the back cells they were
fastened to five separate bunks head to toe so the each were in line with
anothers genitals. Cutting away their pants and exposing their genitals. Two
of their penes were uncircumcised and Tammy took two pair of scissors from her
bag. Handing one to Tania She turned to the nearest foreskin and openned the
scissors and slid the lower blade between the Knob and the foreskin and closed
the scissors cutting the foreskin. Then Tania did the same to the other
foreskin. Their owners screamed as their foreskins was cut. Then Tammy cut
around the knob until the foreskin was completely cut off. Then She placed the
bloody foreskin in the youths mouth. Tania did the same. The blood was
dribbling from the 2 penises. Then a ring was fitted around each of the just
circumcised pesises each of the rings were filled with cotton wool and then a
small cage was placed around each of the five penises keeping them pointing
upward. The cotton wool was then saturated with metholated spirits then this
was lit and the flames licked around the newly circumcised penes. The screams
and smell of burnt flesh filled the room. Then Samantha took garden shears
from her bag and walked to anothe youth and holding the tip of the lads knob
handed the shears to Tania nodded and Tania closed the shears severing the
penis where the knob is attached and the knob was picked up and placed into
the screaming youths mouth. Then Tania reached over to the next penis and held
the tip up while Tammy cut the knob off the sceaming youths cock. Then the
next one was cut off. The fire soon went out and the cages were removed from
the charred penises. The knobs were cut off these in a similar matter. Then
Tania and Tammy ate the cooked knobs in front of the two youths. They did mot
injure their balls as they wanted them to need but not be able to satisfy
their need. Just a sTania would never be able to sexually love any one.
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DICKLESS AFTER ACCIDENT | PENECTOMY | I have lost my penis due to a motorcycle accident. The following text gives some information about my situation afterwards. | Story of accidential penectomy of 19 year old boy.
My name is Werner. I am 23, 185 cm, black hair, slim, like
travelling, reading newspaper, listening to music. Studying civil
engineering. I have lost my penis at an accident with my motorcycle
4 years ago. The accident happened in summer. I weared a pair of
short slags only, no safety dress, when I made a short ride with my
motorbike in our village. A car hit me and I came below my bike. My
lower body got contact with the chain and foot rests. I can't
remember these things, but police suggested this way. Additional to
the direct injury there occured an infection one day later because
of dirt. That time I got seriously injured and survived only due
to good medical help in a nearby hospital. The penis could not be
rescued however. The shaft with all erectile tissue had to be
amputated due to the infection and strong damage. It has been
removed completed. No erectile tissue is left. The urethral opening
was relocated between scrotum and anus. Only a short piece of the
urethra could be saved by the doctors due to strong damage during
accident. Also the bladder had been injured. The closing muscle does
no longer work well. So I have to go to bathroom often times. All
wounds have healed so far. The testicles are working as hormone
producers, so that I have not to take hormones externally. My sexual
drive has decreased strongly however after the accident. Erections
are no longer possible. Soft massage of my balls etc. is a wonderful
experience for me. I am very shy now. First time in hospital I had
a catheder after the surgeries. But after one week I had to lern to
use my new pee hole. In the beginning it was very painfull because
of wounds. It was difficult to do the job without too much spray.
Nowadays I can handle it quite good. Due to the very back location
of the opening I have to remove my trousers for urinating. I have to
sit down for this business of course. Only this way I can pee
without spray nude. I can use the urinal toilet with special pose
only. Practically I use the sitting toilet where no one can watch
me. Because of strongly reduced capacity of my bladder I have to pee
quite often since the accident.
For me the accident was a big change of life. Before that I had been
never thinking about such a handicap.
There are so many problems physically and mental. I was 18 yrs old
when it happened. At that time I was living with a lovely
girlfriend. First time she gave me good support already in hospital
and later at home. But after 6 months she went away with another
boy. I had several injuries, also broken legs. But that is all
okay now. "Downstairs" some organs had been badly hurt. Testicles
(contusion), urethra (rupture, shortened), bladder (rupture, small
capacity after surgery remaining) and prostate (removed) got much
damage. Errections are no longer possible, there is nothing left to
grow and get hard. Only in my dreams I can have it, and it happens.
Generally my sex drive has reduced much. I have no more
ejaculations. Only from time to time, mostly at night, some liquid
is coming out of my pee hole. In former times I enjoyed sauna and
nude swimming. But nowaday I am shy and try to avoid to show my
genitals to others. The time in hospital when I got a lot of
treatments after the injury was horrible. Many nurses and female
doctors saw me.
I am still a human beeing, even without cock. But education of boys
from childhood on, gives the a feeling of importance of having a
(big) penis. That's also why it was a big shock to me.
Is there any other dickless boy to share experiences?
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Another Client of the Agency | NULLIFICATION | making an eunuch | Another client of the agency
I am 26 Years old and from Germany. After school I studied history at
university. Thru the internet I hert of the special agency which
brings together neuterd men and some masters. I found this idea
thrilling and a good alternative to being jobless and with no future
in my profession. As I had no close friends and familiy the decision
for the big step was not so difficult. In northern Africa I got my
medical and psychological treatment. In about 1 month I will be sold
to my new owner.
I agreed to get my body modified for a special client. The rough
outline of the procedure was clear for me and somehow I had strong
desire to have it be done. Details of the alteration were explained
to me by a physician after I had signed all documents as requested by
the lawyers. I had good confidence to his skills and experience as he
told me about his education, previous works and equipment of the
hospital. I was to become an attractive eunuch. However on a first
glance I would look still like a man. The whole change of my body was
schedule to last 1 year before my scheduled handover to my owner. I
was told it is a wealthy lesbian lady in spain who is waiting for me.
Next day came all the usual examins, screenings and laboratory tests
which proofed my health status. I omit here the description of every
day live in a hospital with sleeping, eating, washing and
examinations.
One day later in the early morning the operation began. Prior to that
I had taken a shower and shaved my dark hair on and around the
genitals.
During the big surgery (under full anaestesia) my both testes were
removed thru a small cut in my scrotum and replaced by silicone balls
of around double the size of my own ones. All erectile tissue of my
penis was taken out and replaced by some flexible silicone material,
giving my dick half the size it had before in case of an erection.
The urethra was shortened to a new peehole between my balls and anus.
I was connected to many machines, several hoses and cables came out
of my body, when I first woke up. There was no much pain due to
medication. My body between the legs was fully covered by bandage.
Some hours later I felt strong pain in my dick and scrotch. Exiting
was the first change of dressing. I could see my swollen genitals
blue colored. Only a few stiches had been made by the surgeon
outside. My urine was taken by a catheder.
Physical recovery was quite fast. Already after one week I had to
lern to use my new pee hole. In the beginning it was very painfull
because of wounds. It was difficult to do the job without too much
spray. Nowadays I can handle it quite good. Due to the very back
location of the opening I have to remove my slags for urinating. I
have to sit down for this business of course. Only this way I can pee
without spray. I can use the urinal toilet with special pose only.
Practically I use the sitting toilet where no one can watch me.
Around two weeks after surgery my genitals were looking almost normal
again (no visible scars) exept the changes which I have to live with
forever. The heavy fake balls and quite big but soft penis were a
strange experience. Due to lack of big blood vessels and erectile
tissue my dick is pointing downwards and will never be able to
penetrate a vagina again. It looks as if I have a very good equipment
even when I wear my trousers but it is fake and I will never be able
to father a child.
All my body hair (head, arm pits, pubic, eye brows etc.) was removed
during the next weeks permanently by a laser epilation method. When I
take a shower nowadays I feel completely naked.
To stop my male sex drive and to avoid problems with the bones a
female hormone therapy started a few days after the surgery. Several
effects I observed caused by the hormones. I received estrogens and
progesterones. My sex drive decreased rapidly. However any erections
were impossible not only because of the hormonal changes but also du
to the removal of the core tissue of my dick. The penile skin is
prevented from shrinking by the silicone implant. Slowly my breast
size increased. I felt tension and some pain in the chest for several
month. The areoles and nipples swelled. I have to wear plus sized
shirts to hide my breasts nowadays. My fingernails became thinner and
more brittle.
My mood began changing. Internal emotions were amplified, became more
apparent, distinguishable, and influential. I observed that changes
in the hormone therapy (adjusting dosages up or down in the regimen)
caused a week or two of depression and otherwise unexplainable
emotional fear. After 6 month my sex drive and enjoyment had
disapeared completely. The hormones I receive are Estradiol Valerate
(Progynon-Depot by Schering, Germany). I get 10-30mg/2-4wks injection.
Mentally and bodily I am ready now to serve a lesbian couple in every
regard. Personally I have no sexual desires; I do not know what I am.
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Clitoridectomy Support Group 6 The eunuchs | NULLIFICATION | Two eunuchs relate their story | The eunuchs
That evening Christine spoke to Sal on the phone. She invited us round to
their apartment. I was surprised when neither Sal nor Marion opened the door.
A fresh-faced young man, little more than a boy, opened the door. He was
wearing a jalabaya.
He invited us in and asked as usual if we wanted tea. Marion came into join
us. Ibrahim served the tea.
I was puzzled about Ibrahim. His skin was quite clear and his voice was high.
Christine smiled at me. She said to Marion, ‘I don’t think our guest knows
about your domestic arrangements.’
Marion explained, “There are four of us here. In addition to Sal and me, we
have Ibrahim and Mustafa. They are eunuchs.’
Ibrahim smiled as he poured the tea. I was curious. ‘I did not know that there
were eunuchs still around.’
‘Oh yes,’ said Ibrahim, ‘There are still a number of forced eunuchs. They can
be bought in certain select markets. I spot them on the streets from time to
time. They are usually servants of women. We do similar errands.’
‘You were not forced?’ I asked.
‘No, both Mustafa and I are voluntary eunuchs. We did not wish to become men
and were castrated at puberty.’
‘How did it happen?’
‘We are both orphans, but from relatively rich extended families. Our cousins
encouraged us to become eunuchs. We then could not split the inheritance
further. They paid for the best medical treatment.
‘We were both late developers and saw what was happening to other boys. We did
not want to become hairy with enormous genitals and discharges we could not
control. We were friends and discussed the idea together.’
Marion said, ‘I was working as a hospital administrator at the time and the
families approached me to arrange discreet medical treatment. I was fascinated
and agreed to meet the boys to discuss the matter. They were both certain it
would be better for them. To avoid them simply responding to family pressure,
I arranged for them to stay with me for the weekend. I had just met Sal then
and we talked to them about all the consequences.’
‘We examined them. Both were still pre-pubescent and did not have erections,
even when we fondled their penises. Neither had been circumcised; their cocks
were really quite pretty. Sal took some pictures, which we still have.’
‘Having discussed the options, the boys wanted complete emasculation. This was
more expensive, but the families paid up. I arranged for them to done in a
small clinic rather than a hospital. The operation involved some stretching of
the skin in the public area to enable them to be ‘smoothies’ and this took
some time to heal properly. But they are now smoother than any girl.
‘Show them, Ibrahim!’
Ibrahim lifted his jalabaya above his head and put it on the floor. He really
was very pretty. His body was boy like in smoothness, but with a little more
musculature. His crotch was a smooth V. There was no interruption of even the
beginnings of the labia you see in women. I put my hand out to touch him
between the legs. He did not back away. “Is that pleasant.’ I asked.
‘Oh yes, it is nice, but not intense. I think we gave them the idea for
modification.’
Sal had come in and she said, ‘Yes, when we saw how calm Ibrahim and Mustafa
were, we decided to join them, at least as far as we are able.’
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Strange Days on "Star Trek": Wesley's Evil Deeds. [S] | `
# Strange Days on "Star Trek": Wesley's Evil Deeds.
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An unexpected torture session blows Wesley's mind. The evil deeds
are in the computer and it is only a matter of time before he gets
caught in his own web of hallucinations.
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on. I am just referencing characters of a show I like so my readers
can visualize the situations better. No copyright or trademark or
other legal term is being done. All resemblance to people past,
present or future is totally coincidence and you should slap
yourself for thinking I actually know everyone in the world. If I
spell names wrong or they are not portrayed in the best light, deal
with it, it is a fan-fic. Warning: it starts slow, but ends well.
Wesley walked the twists and turns of his fabricated castle.
The stone walls and columns echoed his footsteps to the depths of
the holo-deck. Drips and an occasional sizzle from a passing torch
were all that could be heard for the first few floors. Pulling back
the lock and bolt on the outer door to his torture chamber, he
entered and quickly locked the door from the inside. He hated being
disturbed, especially at crucial moments. The torture chambers
looked much like a gym with all its wooden tables and metal
contraptions. In fact, he had the best exercise here than in any
modern "full body exercise pod". The far corner had a bed of straw
and piles of supplies to keep the chambers well lit and warm at this
dark depth below his fantasy city. He entered the chamber and was
greeted with two screams. One was from Tasha: a scream of ecstasy.
The other was from a woman on a machine that he could not make out
from across the room.
Tasha was busy torturing a woman on a machine that resembled
the rack. It had four small tables: one for the torso and one for
each limb. The victim of this machine could be easily positioned
and stretched while being tortured. Tasha was using a double-sided
dildo to rape the woman's ass while pleasing her over-stimulated
pussy. From the screams, the woman had never had a dildo in her ass
before. As she pounded away with her eyes shut, a wicked smile grew
on Tasha's face with each scream. Wesley grew excited from the view
and moved closer to find out which crewmember Tasha had sent for.
Although Tasha was his main victim in the torture room, he allowed
her certain freedoms. She couldn't leave the room, but she could
ask for any type of food or plaything from the "guard" at the
entrance. The "guard" was a fabricated person he had created to
perform such tasks in his absence. G-man, as Wesley liked to call
the guard, had no personality, no emotions, and no higher thought
processes. G-man worked off a simple set of rules. The three
biggest were that no men were allowed in except him and no weapons
were allowed in and Wesley can create or break rules as he sees fit.
Apparently, Tasha had asked for a plaything. This type of
plaything wasn't quite what he had in mind when he had entered it in
the rules. He had expected a book or puzzle or game board. Tasha's
first request of G-man was water. Then she tried food. Then she
tried the door. Wesley was notified through his console at his
station. Wesley liked to keep the program running in a hidden part
of the holodeck memory banks. It added a bit of realism when he
walked into his city of life and saw the changes of his citizens.
Whenever something major happened, like war or fire or escaped
prisoners, the program was set to freeze and notify him. He did not
want to miss anything exciting.
As he moved closer, he noticed that the woman looked
familiar. She had her arms and legs angled up and her torso angled
down. It almost looked like a skydiving lesson gone awry. He
laughed inward as he approached the circle of light. Still hidden
by the shroud of darkness, he disrobed and observed from a distance.
He liked to appear before Tasha suddenly, especially when she was
masturbating. Often she would fall to his feet and begin to fondle
and suck on his cock and balls. He liked the sound of lust and need
that would echo off the walls when she would demand for his "live
cock throbbing in her". Dildos were good and torturing people was
fun, but a willing partner and a male one were rare in her days in
the chamber. Thinking of interrupting the session of torture with
one of his grand entrances, he noticed that the woman was Diana
Troi. She screamed directly at him and looked into his eyes
eventhough he was well hidden behind a pillar in the darkness. He
had decided early on that he would not involve himself sexually with
any crewmember he knew personally, unless the need arose. His need
throbbed between his legs and was very demanding. Her eyes had
never left his as he pondered the dilemma. The holodeck was doing a
damn fine job of simulating the mind reader of the ship. The ship
knew what all the crewmember movements were, including sex, and
logged them in its files. Supposedly, to develop a more
ergonomically and user friendly ship. All Wesley knew was that with
those logs, the computer could simulate what any crewmember would do
in a sexual situation. The thought of having sex with a mind reader
out weight the danger of bumping into the real mind reader and
accidentally thinking about having previously having sex with her.
"Computer, inquiry." YES. "In this situation, does citizen Troi
wish me any harm and are the safety locks in place?" NO HARM IS ON
FILE IN THIS SITUATION. YES. He walked into the light and placed
his cock in front of Troi. With his cock just out of reach of her
mouth, he undid the restraint on her right arm. She quickly grabbed
his dangling balls and pulled his cock into her mouth. "A mind
reader is exceptionally good at fellatio," was the only thought he
had for about ten minutes. He gyrated his cock all the way to the
back of her throat. She massaged and pulled on his balls while he
grabbed handfuls of her black hair. When he felt he was close to
orgasm, she would instinctively yank hard on his testicles. When he
grew tired of her massages, she would hum on just the right spot on
his cock or rub that soft spot behind his balls. He suddenly
realized that with her ability to read his mind, the only way to
orgasm was to tie her back up or get Tasha. Tasha was very busy
torturing, so he pulled her arm back to the restraint and secured it
in place. Without her control of the situation, she soon found
herself having to swallow or drown. No Betazoid induced blue balls
for this ensign. The gagging and choking sounds and his own cry of
release awoke Tasha from her orgasm-induced daze.
She fell to the floor sucking and massaging his shrinking
cock. After 15 to 20 minutes of oral stimulation, he was not
responsive. She gave Troi a stare of pure anger once she realized
the situation. She stood up and left the circle, violently pulling
the dildo from Troi's abused rear. "Freeze Program." He adjusted
the table back to its original flat position and flipped Troi over.
Making sure the straps were tight, he walked to the head of the
table and unfroze the program. Without a word, he sat on her face
and placed his balls in her mouth. With his asshole in her nose,
she labored for fresh air and her tongue fought the fleshy gag. The
battle was quickly exciting him. Just as he got his erection back,
Tasha returned with a hot poker and quickly cauterized any open
wounds in Troi's ass. If not for the safety overrides, Wesley knew
that he would no longer have balls. He had to freeze the program
and unhinge Troi's jaw to get circulation back into his testicles.
When he unfroze the program, Tasha was at his feet, worshipping his
engorged member. He stood her up and had her lay on top of Troi.
With his balls in Troi's mouth and his cock in Tasha's muscular
pussy, he was in heaven. He was gyrating into Tasha's pussy while
alternating between massaging the huge tits of Troi and groping the
handfuls of Tasha. He commanded Tasha to lick Troi and soon all of
them were moaning. His bliss lasted for hours, until it suddenly
stopped. The program had frozen and he was stuck with his balls
locked in one mouth and his cock gripped by a very tight pussy.
Panting and sweating, he tried to regain his strength. "Wesley, how
are your studies coming?" The voice of his mother came from the
darkness. "Fine, I was almost finished. Why?" Wesley replied.
"Just wondering when you were going to leave the library and get
some dinner?" Wesley crafted the program to freeze if any
communications from outside were sent to the "Library". If anyone
came into his "Library", the feudal system he created would turn
into a giant library with him in the farthest corner and on the
highest floor. This security program was a necessity when prying
mothers or would-be father figures from the bridge would come to
check on him. Often he was in the middle of something and suddenly
he was masturbating with a book. Luckily, he was not interrupted
by a real person, but just by his pesky mother's transmissions. He
told her he would run her errands and would be home in time for
dinner, anything to return to heaven. By the time he was finished,
he was limp and needed circulation in his balls. That is why he
hated being interrupted. He unfroze the program and immediately
Tasha started cursing and moaning. He slapped her and told her to
move where he was. He knelt on the table with Troi between his legs
and Tasha staring at his limp cock.
Tasha was not a woman to be denied something she wanted.
And right now, she wanted a hot cock in her. It was a rare delicacy
and she would not share it with a mere play toy. She latched on to
the cock and both her hands pulled his balls to her chin where she
massaged them to the point he felt they would pop. She placed a
finger up his ass and massaged his prostate while sucking his cock
to what seemed like her stomach. In under a minute, he was moaning
with Tasha due to their mutual oral attentions. Tasha slowed as she
felt his balls pull close to his cock and released his member with a
plop. She still massaged his balls with both hands, so fucking Troi
was not an option yet. He lowered his cock to Troi's chest and
moved Tasha's hands to squeeze Troi's breast. Within seconds, they
fell into another blissful rhythm. Troi being tit-fucked to orgasm,
Tasha being licked to orgasm, and Wesley in the middle of it all.
Tasha's possessive nature wouldn't allow it to last however.
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2000 British Eunuchs at Khartoum | GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, Other: mass rape | Based on history, the story of the Mahdi's capture torture and killing of a whole British army. A tale so horrible that it is always glossed over in history books, usually no more than one paragraph. Most of it is true. | This story fills a book which is out of print and I cannot even
remember the name, but I did read it years ago. The true story is
cleaned up and glossed over to fill usually one paragraph
nowadays.
The best part starts with the British Army in Khartoum just having
been totally defeated by the Mahdi because Parliament would not
spend the money for reinforcements, which had been urgently
requested. Their armaments including sidearms having been
collected by the natives, they were marched into the town square.
About two thousand men and some officers. The officers were lined
up in front facing the men, who were properly in rows and files,
looking sharp, but dejected as the British are not accustomed to
having been defeated. These soldiers were the usual very young
recruits, about 18 or 19 years old. A few, principally drummers
and buglers were only 14. Each soldier and officer had a native
soldier standing behind him, knife in hand. The officers were
ordered to strip naked and, while protesting, the prodding knives
encouraged them to do so. Soon, all the officers were naked,
facing their men. Much fun was made over their white skin and
little dicks, even when they were not little. Then the men were
made to strip and their clothing was collected by Arabs passing in
front of them. Their hearts sank when they realized that their
clothes were not coming back gain. When they were all naked, the
main Arab officers came by for an inspection. They selected about a
dozen of the youngest, cutest blonds with big dicks and ordered
them to line up on the steps, back to the wall. More little Arab
boys brought big pots of butter along the line, and each Arab
soldier took some, and with his knife point under the balls of his
Brit, he forced butter up the ass of the British soldier. Any
protests were quickly silenced with a poke of the knife. He also
greased his hard dick and removed his outfit (nightgown like
thing). Each Arab then began to force his cock up the ass of his
British soldier, who was still standing at parade rest in front of
him, but with his hands on his head. Meanwhile the officers were
being prepared for fucking by the Arab officers. The fucking went
on for some time, then, as they came, filling the proud British
asses with common Arab spunk, each Arab reached around and jerked
his Brit off. Of course the English soldiers were humiliated by
their inablility to stop this personal abuse of their sexual
privacy. Because the circumcised Arabs were unaccustomed to
Natural dicks, they pumped slowly, enjoying the new sensation of
masturbating an uncut cock as well as the discomfort and
embarrassment of their former masters. Just as each Brit shot his
wad, the curved knife which his personal Arab soldier held in his
hand separated his balls from his body forever. Much screaming
ensued, and the soldiers panicked whem they realized that
castration followed orgasm. They tried very hard not to come, but
eventually they all squirted out their last load of sperm and felt
the knives. Soon the only British balls still intact were on the
blond boys on the stairs. Again the Arab boys came along the lines
with large baskets to collect all the British gonads. They had
several bushels, which were presented to the officers at the
front. Now the British officers were also castrated. But their
ordeal was just beginning. Now eunuchs, they were openly fist-
fucked in front of their eunuch men, still standing at parade rest,
but with both hands on top of their heads. When the Arabs got
tired of that, they cut the dicks off the officers and finally
beheaded them, displaying their heads on poles in front of the main
building. The Arab guards who were guarding the troops switched
places and fucked different British soldier eunuchs, using the
sperm of the previous entrants as lubricant. One more inspection
tour of the ranks revealed about a dozen really well-hung eunuchs.
Those dicks were removed as souvenirs. So now, the officers all
dead, the eunuchs still bleeding, they were marched off into the
desert with the admonition "The British want eunuchs; here they
are." You see, Khartoum has always been the chief source of eunuch
slaves (and it still is) and the Brits were renowned for their love
of boys, especially boy eunuchs. Two thousand British eunuchs
marched until they bled to death. Amazingly, a few did survive to
tell the story.
Now, back at the square we still have the blond beauties lined up
naked but unfucked and uncut on the stairs. They were taken to the
dungeon inside, where they were brought out one a time for the
pleasure of the Mahdi, himself. They were all eventually killed,
but over a longer period of time after having gone through days of
being fucked and sucking cock. The Mahdi loved blond eunuchs. The
pity is they were all killed. They would have all brought a fortune
on the slave market -- white eunuchs are the costliest. When the
word of this outrage reached London, a lot of troops were sent,
much too late, of course, and the Mahdi was killed. Khartoum was
British until mid 20th Century. Things change and they remain the
same. Khartoum is still a great source of eunuchs for the harems
of Arabia. They are usually much younger (so they will develop no
masculine traits) and black. They are bought from traders who scour
central Africa and sell the boys (and some girls) in the slave
markets of Khartoum. So one of the Sudan's biggest exports is
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The Thing about Doris | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | BDSM is fun for some. | The Thing About Doris
by
Kortpeel
The really nice thing about Doris, apart from her looks was that she
understood BDSM. As an aficionado myself, I reckoned I’d struck gold when I
met her. I loved her creativity in this area. She had a talent amounting to
genius for it. She knew what would get me going before I’d even thought of it.
It was two years into our marriage when she had me naked, bound wrist and
ankles to the bed, legs splayed. A parachute on my balls was attached to a
nylon cord which rose at 45 degrees to a sheave wheel mounted on a purpose
–made steel stand. Currently the weight hanging from the cord was thirty
kilograms and Doris was carefully adding another ten kilogram weight. I could
feel the extra load on my scrotum. And some pain too.
“Doris, I think that might be a bit too much.”
“No it’s quite safe provided you don’t make any jerky movements. Just keep
still.” Doris sounded serious about keeping still. She had me scared but at
the same time I knew that inducing fear was part of her BDSM talent. She
measured my scrotum. “That’s good; another six millimetres. I’ll give you
fifteen minutes.” She walked out and left me there.
Doris’s aim with this ball stretching was to have me walking around in a mini-
skirt with my balls dangling below the hem. Humiliation was part of her
repertoire. The tight p.v.c. skirt for the occasion was already hanging in the
cupboard but so far I hadn’t worn it.
I’d complained when I first saw it that it looked sluttish. “Exactly,” she’d
said. “If you were really entitled to wear a skirt you’d be the kind of slut
who’d choose a skirt like that.” The well chosen insult was part of her
armoury too. “Besides, it will show off your butt nicely.”
Doris came back with a tray of tea. “Just one minute to go.” I needed that
tea. My throat was dry. Fear has that effect. She put down the tray and
checked the stretch on my scrotum. “Another two millimeters. So far so good.”
She lightly fingered my prick. “What I can’t understand is how you can keep a
hard on all through the ball stretch. You really are a sick pervert. I believe
you actually enjoy it don’t you?”
She knew damned well I enjoyed it. Suddenly her face screwed up in disgust.
“Oh Jed, you’re all bristly down there. You haven’t shaved.” Shaving the pube
was compulsory. Doris insisted on it. My prick got a light chastising rap from
the ruler that Doris used to measure my ball extension. “I’ll let you out and
you can go and shave your pube.”
“Careful how you remove those weights.”
Doris, kneeling by the weights, gave me a withering look. “Be quiet. This is
the tricky part and I need to concentrate.” She returned to the task and was
lifting off the top weight when our door bell rang.
“Coo-ee. It’s only me,” Doris‘s mother sang out.
Doris stood up, dropped the weight, lost her balance and fell on to the steel
stand. I don’t know whether I actually saw my balls flying away from my groin
or just imagined it. I passed out at that point.
Doris collected me from hospital next morning. They’d kept me in overnight for
observation. I’d enjoyed the tender, intrigued attention from the nurses as
they so dutifully checked my dressing and, incidentally, my erectile function.
Doris did her best to be sympathetic but it seemed to me that my balls
hurtling across the room was the ultimate BDSM turn on for her. There was a
sparkle in her eyes and a flush in her cheeks every time she spoke about it,
which was all the time.
“I’ve got your new balls here,” she told me when we got home. She produced a
syringe and some little glass ampoules. “I have to give you a shot every
Friday evening.” She couldn’t keep the enthusiasm from her voice. “The people
at the hospital explained it all to me.”
All that was two years ago. Life goes on and we’re still happy. Doris loves
having a husband with no balls. She’s six months pregnant with our first
child. Don’t ask – that’s another story. Doris assures me that the kid will
look like me.
Oh yes, and there’s a picture in our secret album of me in that mini skirt.
The balls hanging below the hem are those plastic ones that some guys hang on
their trucks. It’s an awesome picture. Doris gets turned on every time she
looks at it.
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All Hat, No Cattle (part 5) | Other: Cum Ranching | In which our protagonist comes to realize a vision of his future. | A clangorous brassy bell pulled the sleeping occupants of stall
C-1 out of their slumber while darkness still shrouded the
confines of the barn. Those not jolted awake by the clanging
were very soon moaning with pain induced by the rectal inserts.
Hopping about their enclosures, some of them actually burst into
tears. The day crew arrived minutes later carrying four foot
long halters which they peremptorily attached to the nylon
strapping by a small ring between the scrotum and the anus.
They jerked the virtually naked males, some still erect from
their morning sleep, out into the long cold aisle between the
stalls, shoved them into something resembling ranks and commanded
those not exhibiting an erection already, to do so immediately.
The response was astonishing and caused gales of laughter to
erupt from the six or seven female wranglers: every one of the
tumescent penises projecting from the hapless male groins
shrivelled and hung flaccid within thirty seconds. What followed
amazed Larry even more. An odd, grainy sensation somewhere between
the agitation of a beeper and a static shock began to manifest
itself in the vicinity of his prostate gland. Almost simultaneously
he felt his exposed member begin to swell and within seconds, his
penis, raw looking and nearly purple, stood out from his loins
at a perfect 45 degree angle. Moments later one of the female
handlers roughly grabbed his halter from behind and, her soft
breasts brushing his lower back, rudely duck-walked him in the
direction of what appeared to be stainless-steel feeding
troughs lined up nearly the entire length of the building.
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Forbidden Sisterhood | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | This Ritual of Supreme Latency, where us sisters, celebrated the undeniable fact of superiority over the male gender. | Two whole years to get the prize, two years of hard work and study in the
Forbidden Sisterhood and I got the great honor, the chance to attend this. The
monthly Ritual of Supreme Latency, where us sisters, celebrated that
undeniable fact of superiority over the male gender.
Last night i could not sleep. No. Became too anxious. Too curious i may say,
about all those tips and gossips i've heard... they made my pussy moisten... I
had waited too long for this. The night had come. I was there, so where a few
sisters... and her, The Mother... of course.
So flawless... and mighty in her dark silk and leather habit. Untouchable...
there...
And then, there was the flesh... several slaves, caged and reduced to their
nudity, panting... sweating... bare naked sexual animals as The Mother just
declared in the first chants.
I doubted they would ever behave like that. But with high hopes i had provided
the info to get two of them. But no, they where no longer my half-brother nor
my coworker, they had all been tricked by the seductiveness of The Mother
herself to come to this place, to be reduced as slaves. Willingly....
Standing there in my single piece dress of black cloth i could see it all. The
black stone altar, the dark spot in the middle, the black granite gargoyles
surrounding it, The Mother, her glorious beauty caught by the soft breeze of
midnight. A single pull and it was all exposed. Her smooth female genitals, so
mighty and pure at sight. Her alabaster breasts, free and careless, round and
voluptuous... Oh Mother! freeing a powerfull invisible spell that made our
young maiden pussies tingle with admiration and desire.
We had all been trained in the arts. Yes, but she called me.
"Miss Candrah, its time." she said.
I was to make the choice and i knew who i wanted. It was my personal vengeance
as well as my delirious and perverted attack against my father's so thorough
family plans. I was to enjoy watching the destruction of his stupid virile
pride, of that only object of fatherly love...
"This male! This animal! i know he is ripe my dear Madame."
Five sisters inmediately went to the old rusty cage and pulled the young
filthy male creature out. His lovely blond hair undone, stained with mud and
rust. His neck and limbs chained in such lovely skin tearing way... I was
wickedly delighted as my sisters took him by the chains and placed him near
the altar. They made his poor teenage knees bleed as he was roughly forced to
kneel in front of The Mother.
I stepped slowly watching her cold smile widen. It was done now, there was no
turning back... and the inevitable wickedness of such fact made my insides
twist in pure pleasure.
Silently, The Mother dug two of her long black nailed fingers inside her
glorious vagina. Then, so gently and invitingly, smeared his nose just to be
quickly slurped by his craving tongue and mouth.
Laughing at loud she just said...
"Lost... you see... these lower animals are, to the scent!!!"
Sisters hands flew over his now proudly standing penis and testicles. In a
flash they were tight bound and the glans properly exposed. Our Mothers face
transfixed as she screamed out loud in laughter. The wind blew stronger and
heavier now. My heart raced, the wetness of my sex falling heavily to my lower
legs. I could only watch in expectation.
His breath had quickened as The Mother pushed her cursed vulva against his
helpless nose and mouth repeatedly. And yes, the effect on the poor young man
was inevitable. As driven by a primal instinct to mate he stood in single
motion. My sisters could not hold such heavy chains no longer and he moved
forward, panting, almost unconscious, towards The Mother, now firmly set
straight above the dark hole in the middle of the altar.
It was time. And he just couldnt notice. How could he? Poor dumb creature, so
badly programmed by nature. He just aimed his bloated shaft against her pussy.
A cold-bright glare caught our sights as the silver metal clitoris made its
way down... to the root. Such sight in did... Jets of deep red blood escaped
as the thing went through and sliced the vulnerable flesh of his shaft. And
although the pain must have been horrible for him, still he tried to force
himself pushing in and out of The Mothers wicked cavity.
And my orgasms rained, cascaded, inmediately.... Watching that virgin mushroom
shaped glans beeing sliced once, then twice and then multiple times by her
long sharp metallic clitoris. My womb convulsed to the point i had to be held
by my sisters. His screams where horrible, almost unhuman but yet he kept on
humping against her, lost in an automatic motion we all laughed at.
There, humping with a bleeding flower-like sliced cock was my half-brother.
Crying and screaming in extasis. In no time the torrent of virgin male blood
got deep inside the hole that desacrated our altar...
So many, and such horrible, disgusting limbs of that putrid spiked plant arose
from the depths as summoned by some evil need to feed. And by his vulnerable
gonads he was pulled down until laying flat against the hole. The traction of
the spikes on his bare flesh made me faint inmediately since it was such a
bloody show.
Now i wonder, how would father feel now... looking at the eroded front of his
inheritance, just that big piece of barren muscular flesh that i see now.
Perfectly alive and sleeping yes... but here, at my feet, as our mentor, so
rejoiced, explains the facts of the past ritual to the older members of the
Forbidden Sisterhood...
Since this is an adapted story submitted by a fellow Mistress, comments
welcome to kathycba43 AT hotmail.com. Merci.
-.-
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Fantasy to make real | GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | A fantasy a real stud wants to make real. | ` The following story is fantasy. It is, however, based on a real person
committed to the course of action in the story. Please post comments on the
bulletin boards or email me at [email protected] or IM me on AIM at noblee379 or
on MSN at [email protected]. You must be of legal age in your jurisdiction to
read adult material to read further. Enjoy. `
For the person to whom this is dedicated, I hope you enjoy!
He sat in the Toronto bar, sitting alone on a barstool watching the women.
There were a few nice looking girls, but none that appealed to him. Then She
came in. She was beautiful, tall, dark, long hair, tanned, tight body and
perfect lips. She sat down a few stools away. He watched her order a Molson
Canadian. She licked the rim, inverted the bottle taking a long swig. She
looked at him. He was gorgeous; she was just as hot. He picked up his beer and
sat next to her. “Hi,” he said. She smiled, “Let’s go.” He followed her out of
the bar.
He slid the key into the door to his apartment, they slipped in. She kissed
him; he was hard in his jeans. She felt his crotch through the denim; he felt
her through her silk blouse. They stumbled into his bedroom. She collapsed
onto his bed and he fell on top of her. He kissed her; she threw him onto his
back. She removed a set of handcuffs from her purse. He smiled; she secured
him to the bed, his Banana Republic shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest. She
slid his jeans off; his cock popped through the hole drooling onto his silk
boxers. She massaged the shaft causing him to moan. She licked the tip once
and slipped his boxers off. She produced another two sets of handcuffs and
bound his legs to the bed. He began to panic and tried to fight her off; she
secured him.
“Ready to get off?” she whispered in his ear.
“Please. I need to get off,” he begged. She mounted him, sliding his massive
tool first into a condom and then into her.
She lowered herself onto him. That’s when he noticed me. I was filming the
whole thing from inside his closet. “You!” he said. He almost came seeing me
there.
After a few more impalings, he came. He grunted loudly and his eyes flew open,
his head jerking along with his cock. After six jerks, he collapsed.
“OK, let’s get this thing off,” she said. She picked up a container of
disinfectant and a cotton ball from the tray next to me.
“No! Not yet! I need to cum again,” he begged. “You promised me as much as I
wanted.”
“Well I’m not going down on that again. Once was more than enough for me,” the
lesbian cutter declared. He looked at me desperately.
“Please, guy. I gotta get off.”
I had already made up my mind. I said nothing as I slid between his legs and
licked his balls. That was when he first realized my tongue was pierced. I
smiled. His cock was still mostly soft lying in its own juices inside the
condom. I pulled it out of its latex sheath and it began to harden again. I
ran the tip of my tongue around his head a few times and took the huge tool in
my mouth. It had a strong bend in it and it was hard to force down my throat.
When it did burst past my tonsils, I fell into his crotch. His balls were on
my lips and I pulled out. He squirted as I pushed it back down my throat. I
pulled away and checked the film.
He lay on the bed breathing slowly. His cock was soft on his bare crotch. He
opened his eyes with a start when she touched the alcohol to his genitals. “I
am not ready,” he said again. “Just one more time.”
Again I walked over to him and began to pump his tool back up. He wore his
Nikes. I took his left shoe and placed it on his chest. I jerked him off. “I’m
gonna cum.” I put the tip into the shoe as he started to orgasm. I watched the
liquid soak into the insole.
“Do it,” I said. She wiped the organ clean with a cotton ball. I moved the
video camera closer.
“Hold this,” she said handing me a box of pins. She injected him all round his
cock, which was hardening again. “That thing has a life all its own!” She took
a loop of plastic and cinched it tight, causing the shaft to bug out.
She took the scalpel from the cart and began to cut into the skin. He
screamed. “It’s only a bit of skin. Stop whining.” She cut all around the
massive tool. Then she pulled the skin up from the wound, which was about 3 cm
from the base, and jabbed one of the pins from the box I was holding through
his cock. He screamed again. “You see,” she said to me, “I am pinning the skin
out of the way but conserving enough to cover the wound.” She jabbed another
pin into his erect cock. Blood was flowing from the open wound.
“Now, we need to cut through the next layer.” I watched her through the
viewfinder cut deeper into his cock. In a matter of seconds she had
successfully removed the organ, excess skin hanging off its grizzly stump. She
took a cauterizer to seal the open tissue and pulled the skin back over the 1
cm stump. She pulled it to a point and sutured the skin to the urethra. “Well
that about does it. Bring him by my office tomorrow.” With that she left.
“So how you doing?” I asked. Tears were streaming down his face but he was
smiling crookedly.
“It’s done?”
“Yup.”
I still have the cock. It is stuffed and mounted on my wall. He is now friends
with the vet who cut him. Now he wants his balls off. She is more than
willing.
**Hey guys. This is a real fantasy he really wants to happen. Anyone
interested in helping him out, email me at [email protected]. We need a skilled
cutter (very preferably female… maybe a vet or a med student) who would help
this stud out. He lives in Toronto. Let me know if you are interested. Also,
we could use a taxidermist who won’t ask questions about the rather
interesting job. And a shrink who wants a case study in Toronto would be nice
too! Ciao.
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Penectomy in Arabic Country | PENECTOMY | I lost my penis according to sharia law after having sex with a girl. | ` Hello to everybody! `
I was working as an electrical engineer in an arabic country two years ago. I
am 26 years old and now back in Germany. During my stay in that country I was
looking for some relief of my sexual desires. I met a young girl in the
hotel's bar. She came to my room after some classes of wine (which was
available there for foreigners). I was so hungry for sex and she seemed to
enjoy it too. So we had a fantastic night together. However 2 days later the
sharia police contacted me. I had to come to the police station. There I was
accused of raping a girl in my hotel room. The lady of that night was also
present. She accused me of having had sex with her (against her will).
I tried to explain to the policeman that nothing had happened that night and
that we had only some drinks together. But without a real trial I was
convicted of rape. All my explanation where in vein. The judge ruled that I
had to be penectomized according to the law. The part of my body that was
responsible for the "crime" had to be removed. As I was a foreigner I was
lucky. The modification of my body has been done in a hospital by a surgeon
and not by some layman. Under custody of the police I had to go to a hospital
some days later. There was a doctor who had got his education in the US. Under
full anaestetic they removed the outer part of my penis exept a small stump of
2 cm length (errect) during a 2 hour surgery. I should never penetrate a woman
again after that operation.
When I woke up after the surgery there was some pain downstairs like hundreds
of needles stiching into my dick. For about one week I had to pee thru a
catheter. I was shocked when I first saw what was remaining of my once nice
penis. When the bandage was changed first time found that the glans and most
of the shaft had been removed. There was almost no more errectile tissue only
a short stump with a catheter. I was dismissed from the hospital and also the
country after 10days. The wound had healed almost completely and the catheter
had been removed by the nurse.
Back in Germany I contacted an urologist immediately to find some help.
However he he found that from the medical point of view his collegue did a
good job. No additional surgery was necessary and no improvement of my
condition was possible.
Nowadays I can no longer pee standing. I have to sit down and squat for
peeing. It is very difficult for me to get sexual relief. Women are laughing
when they see my small stump penis. Practically I cannot penetrate a vagina.
Sex with a woman is more like pressing clit against clit. It is almost
impossible for me to ejaculate. Important nerves of my penis have been
destroyed. Sex life for me has changed dramatically. I am no longer the macho
who screws a girl. Sometimes my penis stump is almost invisible. Nevertheless
I have the strong urge for sexual relieve.
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The Good Deed | TESTICLES | A good deed backfires and a well-meaning young man is ruined. | I don't know who said this. I laughed when I first read it, but I have learned
to my sorrow that there is much truth to it. "Let no good deed go unpunished."
There's no justice in this world. Example : A good friend of mine was run over
while delivering Christmas dinner to a shut-in. He survived, but with
permanent injuries. That'll teach him !
Then there's my good deed. In my back yard is an 80-foot-tall Norway spruce.
Locally, it's known as "the kite magnet" or the "kite-eating tree." If anyone
flies a kite in my neighborhood within sight of that tree, he can be sure that
it'll end up entangled in its branches.
Little Jimmy next door, aged 8 or 9 or so, was outside in his own yard flying
a new kite his father had given him, in the form of Snoopy in his Sopwith
Camel. Well, if the kite had belonged to Charlie Brown, it couldn't have
gotten tangled up in a kite-eating tree any faster.
Jimmy was crying because he hadn't gotten any use out of his new kite. This
was the first time he'd ever flown it. So, out of pity for the poor little
kid, I climbed up into the tree to fetch it down for him. At 19 years old, 210
lbs. I was too big and heavy to be climbing trees free-style without technical
aids such as lineman's spikes and a rappell rope.
I got to the kite, freed it, and threw it down to Jimmy who was ecstatic and
ran home with it. I started down the tree and got to within some 12 or 13 feet
of the ground when I put my weight on a branch which was too weak to support
me. It broke away from the trunk and I fell landing astride the lowest limb on
the tree, the one I'd used to haul myself up into the tree, a good strong
branch, some four inches in diameter . I alighted squarely on my balls which
popped and squished,.........and were no more.
I'm convinced that that is the most intense, most devastating pain that a man
is capable of feeling. He can feel it only once in a lifetime, but that is
more than enough. I fell off the branch shrieking like a banshee and broke my
right arm when I struck the ground. I didn't realize until later that I had
broken my arm. The agony in my balls was so intense that I couldn't even feel
the pain of a mere broken arm.I also just barely noticed an intense twingeing
pain in my dick of such short duration that I hardly had time to be aware of
it.
Frankly, I wish that I had been a wimp and had passed out right away. As it
was, I suffered unspeakable pain until the ambulance arrived, about 20 minutes
later !
I'm rather embarrassed to admit that I was still a virgin at 19. I had,
however, no intention or remaining one for the rest of my life. Unfortunately,
that is how it turned out. I could take testosterone injections, but it
wouldn't do me much good. The pudendal nerve was crushed and there is no
feeling in my dick.I could possibly get a hard-on if I took testosterone, but
what good would that be ? .I couldn't use the numb thing.
So, rescuing Jimmy's kite is one good deed which did NOT go unpunished.
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Mrs. Buxton's Husband | TESTICLES | Mrs. Buxton ends her husband\'s wandering ways......Based on a wonderful couple i know well..... | ` Edith Buxton looked at her husband James as he slept soundly in their bed.
The sedative she had put into his evening tea had certainly worked well. She
now realized this was the best way-James would never stop his lusting after
younger women and would certainly not consent to castration.... `
The doorbell rang and Edith let Jessica in. The young woman hugged the older
woman and quickly entered the bedroom. "this is really so simple" she
cheerfully told Edith-"James will be so much calmer and will truly be a better
husband"
Jessica gently spread the sleeping man's leg open and smiled when she saw the
large testicles of her friend's husband.She quickly prepared him and made sure
his groin was completel numb. Her expert
hands (she was a registered nurse) held the man's penis up as she prepared to
remove his sack and the problem-causing testicles they contained. She glanced
at Edith-the plump wife about to witness her husband's transformation to a
eunuch. Jessica placed her well-used gelding knife under the sleeping man's
scrotum and quickly and cleanly severed the heavy full sack. He shuddered a
bit but the dose of sedative and the local anesthesia kept him asleep.
Jessica gently stitched the new eunuch and left Edith directions for his care.
She gave Edith a few painkillers for James should he require them.. She told
the older woman she would return in a week to make sure he was healing
properly.
Edith woke the next morning and explained to James that she loved him and now
they could be true best friends.James was depressed for a few days but
gradually accepted his eunuch state. After a few months he never thought of
sex-even as he watched his plump wife
hold the clear jar containing his large scrotum. Edith loved seeing her
husbnd'smanhood so perfectly preserved for her.....
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MUSCLE BALLS PART 2 | GAY, TESTICLES | Joe takes his revenge on a muscle hunk who bullied him in high school. | ` The more he thought about it, the angrier Joe got. The memories welled up in
his mind and he relived the moments again and agin, as if it were yesterday.
When Joe was in high school, he was constantly bullied and harrassed by a
bigger guy named Brett. Brett was a true jock -- football, baseball,
wrestling. In high school the blond stud was 6'3 and 220 pounds of solid
muscle, and he loved showing it off. `
Brett always dressed in clothes which accentuated his figure, and every
movement drew attention to his musculature. He loved tanktops, including
cutoff tanks, which he called muscle shirts. He loved very tight jeans and
cutoff shorts which showed off his thigh muscular thighs. Brett was smooth all
over except for his pubic patch and armpits.
When Brett wore cutoff tanktops or T shirtts, you could see his ripped
abdominal muscles. He tight shirts snugly fitted his thick slabs of pectoral
muscle. His arms were very impressive, with big shoulders. His biceps looked
like cannonballs when he moved his arms. Brett loved raising his arms over his
head and flexing for all to see, making a bid scene of stretching and yawning
and drawing attention to himself. He was cocky as hell and walked with an air
of superiority over everyone else.
He liked to push Joe's face into the water fountain, puch him in the back, hit
himwith a towelin the showers, and embarrass him in front of the other
students. Joe just smoldered and took it. What else could he do?
Well, now that was going to change. The time had come. All the frustrations
and resentments came out and Joe decided it was time to give Brett what he had
coming.
He knew Brett worked out late in the 8th Street gym and was there alone many
nights after others had gone. With his newly aquired stun gun and, for good
measure if needed, some mace, he got ready. Sure enough, after midnight,
Brett's car was the only one in the lot. He entered the deserted gym and heard
the shower water running. Brett must be in there.
He hurried to the shower area and peeked around the corner to see the object
of his hatred. Brett was there, and looked just like he used to look, only
about 20 pounds heavier, and all solid muscle. While Brett's eyes were closed
under the shower nozzle,Joe approached and zapped him long and hard with the
stun gun.
It had its effect. Brett went out like a light. Joe turned off the shower
water and dragged the muscle hunk from the shower area into the locker room.
God he looked great. Still the smooth rippling muscleman he remembered.
He quickly tied the stud's wrists and ankles to the bench supports anchored in
the floor so he was spreadeagled. He took some straps of leather and tied one
to each knee and tied the knees apart so Brett would be unable to move his
thighs to protect his groin when the fun started. And then with some smelling
salts and a little water to the fact he awoke a groggy Brett.
"What the hell?" Brett began. "Your days as a he-man are numbered, muscleboy.
I am gonna take your balls." "Shit. Fuck you", Brett shouted.
"Wrong answer," Joe said as he kicked the hunk in his testicles. Brett
screamed in agony.
Brett took some duct tape tape and taped Brett's penis up to his abs so it
would be out of the way. Then he placed a block of wood under the bound stud's
nut sack so the sack rested atop it. "God no, please don't" whined Brett.
"Say bye bye to your babymakers, hot stud." Joe took a rubber mallet and began
beating the young muscle hun'k's balls with it. Softly at first to get his
attention,and then harder and harder. The muscleboy thrashed violently against
his restraints to no avail. He knew he was being ruined. The pain was
incredible, and began radiating upward into his abs. 5, 10, 15 blows to each
doomed testicle. The smaller one finally burst and became a spongy mass of goo
in its ballbag, and Joe held the remaining intact ball in his hand.
Joe looked into the blue eyes of the bound young blond muscleboy. Their eyes
fixed on each other. Brett's tear filled eyes pleaded "No, no." Joe said "Well
stud, you spent all those years building up your muscles and trying to look
perfect, and now you do. You look perfect. And now I am gonna ruin you for
good. All your muscles and work wasted. Big muscle stud naked and helpless and
defenseless. Say bye bye to your seeders."
With that the mallet came crashing down on the last testicle, rupturing the
skin and forcing the orb out onto the floor, still attached to the body by its
cords. Another blow to the ball splattered it for good.
On the way out Joe called 911. After all, he wanted justice and nothing more.
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Bull castrated by mistress | STRAIGHT | None | The large black bull had lived through his mating years. His
mistress decided to have his testicles removed. However, she grew
excited at the thought of removing his balls and decided to do it
herself.
One morning she came to his stall and admired his swollen balls,"its
such a pity to lose them, but I will make it pleasurable to you and
me".She lead him to the restraining area and trapped him so he could
not move.
She then knelt by his ball sac and massaged them. The bull was
aroused and dripping semen. She now suddenly grabbed the right nut
and pulled it down hard and applied a crushing instrument. He was
bellowing in agony, she continued to crush him. The bull could feel
the semen from his testicle now pouring out. When his right testicle
was completely crushed, she pulled the left one down and started to
crush it mercilessly. In agony and in ecstasy the bull lost his
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mommy's boys??? | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, a recent true account of the sons of a mom who used chemical castration and more to control her boys!!! This is true and happend earlier this year in new jersey | As a friedn and her youngest's soccer coach,i watched as the single mom of 2 handsoem unrully boys got what they deserved, as their mom chemically castrated them and then transformeed the oldest into a . she got he ideas from me and by readignthe eunuch archives..This is a true life account. | ` Removed for being totally illegible.-P-
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Police Investigate Testicle Removal? | TESTICLES | True Story ? | ` Police Investigate Testicle Removal? `
OAK PARK, Michigan -- Police are considering charges against a U.S. man who
cut off the testicles of a man he met on the Internet.
Officers found the apparently willing victim sitting on a kerb in blood-
stained jeans in Oak Park, Michigan.
They later found his testicles in a Tupperware container in a refrigerator at
the home of the suspect.
Police said the victim met the Oak Park man through the Internet. The pair
chatted online before meeting in person.
The Oak Park man allegedly removed the testicles with a scalpel while the
other man was on the kitchen table.
The suspect first stitched the wound, and the two sat around eating pie. Soon
afterward, the victim started bleeding uncontrollably.
Detective Lieutenant Bruce Smith told The Daily Tribune: "The victim said this
is something he wanted to do. I don't know why. It's unbelievable."
He said the 48-year-old victim, from Birmingham, later underwent three hours
of surgery in hospital. The suspect, who was 29, was released while
authorities determine whether a crime was committed.
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Lawn Service | GAY, TESTICLES | A slave learns of his Master\'s plan for his castration. | ` LAWN SERVICE `
Master had already fired two lawn services because they didn't cut the lawn at
a consistent two-inch height. Now, don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, but
precision and neatness are not among Master's virtues. This didn't quite ring
true to his form. He said it was just to facilitate his passion for playing
golf. But I suspected the real reason was he just didn't find the crews cute
enough. Or not quite his type. I was very suspicious and very jealous. But as
a slave, what did I have to say in the matter?
We had been engaging in Master / slave experiences for nearly a year and a
half when he decided he wanted me to quit my job, give up my apartment, and
become his full-time whipping boy. I was ecstatic.
The relationship was everything I expected and hoped it would be. I was beaten
and fucked regularly. I'd been whipped, branded, and tattooed. I was kept
nude, summer and winter, inside and out. My nipples were pierced and had been
pumped so much they now extended three-quarters of an inch from my chest. I'd
had weights on my balls so often and for so long, they now dangled a good five
inches below my rigid prick.
Best of all was the bondage and torture. Master often had me cramped in a cage
in the basement. I've been mummified in the closet for days at a time with a
feeding tube and a catheter as the only openings. I've been stretched on racks
and crosses. I've been manacled to slings. But my all time favorite was being
buried alive.
Master kept a shallow trough dug in the back yard covered with a metal plate
and a layer of turf. Only two openings: a breathing tube and a small removable
plate above my crotch for torture.
Often after an evening of discipline, Master led me to the backyard, unearthed
the steel plate and had me lie down in the hole. There was no need to tie me.
By the time the metal and grass had been replaced, I wasn't going anywhere.
"Sleep good. We'll practice golf in the morning." He shouted this parting
comment this time.
I had slept, but the morning chill had penetrated the ground, and by the time
he pulled aside the metal plate, I was shivering. His warm piss splashing into
my crotch felt almost hot.
Then he attached the three-inch stretcher to my sack and locked the plate
tightly in place against the binding. That placed my balls even with the top
of the grass where he placed a golf tee into my nut sack piercing. He was
ready to practice his golf swing.
He was particularly brutal this morning. The screams echoed in the confined
space, and I nearly deafened myself. Finally he stopped. I fully expected that
he'd get me out then, as he often did.
Instead, he shouted in to me. "Breakfast time. I'll be back. Meantime, think
about this: I've chosen today as the day for your ultimate slave sacrifice."
I shuddered. I had known all along that eventually I'd be castrated, but had
expected more notice to prepare myself. I was wondering how he planned to do
it when I heard a distant motor. That's when I remembered it was the day for
the lawn service crew, with its riding mower set at the depth of precisely two
inches.
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Thecia's Vampire | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Fiction and not for minors.A vampire fantasy. | Thecia’s Vampire.
My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. Most of my stories have some
truth in them. This one is a fantasy.
Marisa lives in Dallas and works in Grand Prairie TX. When ever there is a
full moon she seems to drop out of sight. So here is the story of Marissa.
It was the night before a full moon, Marisa’s mind and body were uneasy at
they always were at this time in the lunar month. It was time to find her
cohort, Julia and, as she puts it, “scratch their itch.”
Marisa and Julia waited behind the rear entrance of “Daddy’s Money”, a bar in
Dallas. A thin man with a cowboy hat staggered out and made his way to a rusty
pick up truck. As he fumbled with the door key, Julia approached him and asked
if he was going toward McKinney. While ogling the young woman, the horny
cowboy answered that if she was going there, he was going there. As he turned
to enter the truck her taser hit him and he fell like a ton of bricks. The two
women bound and gagged the man. They struggled to get him into the bed of the
truck and left with their prize.
The second victim was taking a leak in an alley behind a Burger King. He fell
like the first and was bound and loaded in seconds.
They took them to the basement of a warehouse building in the east side of
Dallas.
The men woke to total darkness. Each was unaware of the others presence.
Hours later the morning sun began to shine a tiny bit of light through the
cracks in the shuttered windows and each man became aware of the other.
A door creaked and two shadowy figures moved toward the prostrate men.
Each felt a gentle hand massage their balls. Two cocks rose as one. The
women’s attention moved to the hard dicks and at the same point in time they
pierced each cock with their sharp teeth. The men screamed in their gags and
bled like stuck pigs. The women, with abandon, drank the pulsing blood. Each
wound was expertly tended to and the men were again left in the darkness.
The two chained men cringed as they saw the vampire, Marisa, walk into the
cell. This would be the third day of their ordeal. Both were now chained to
hard stainless steel tables and both men knew what was coming.
Marisa calmly finger flicked Ken’s cock and balls, bringing the blood to the
surface. Slowly she sexually mouthed each ball. His big dick began to harden
and grow despite his fear. She moved her attention to his ever expanding cock.
Her lips expertly caressed it. First the helmet received her attention
followed by her talented tongue tracing his shaft, first around his rock hard
pole and then up and down it. Ken, knowing what would ensue, tried to stop his
boiling load of cum from erupting. His efforts were to no avail, as the first
spurt of thick rich cum shot into her hot, waiting mouth he felt her right
canine teeth puncture his still rock hard cock. Even through the extreme pain
his big cock kept discharging huge ropes of cum. Marisa hungrily sucked in the
great quantity of cum/blood mixture. Her pursed lips showed the shadow of a
smile.
James, whose eyes had been glued to the scene, was already hard from watching.
Marisa didn’t waste time on his cock but immediately mouthed his right ball
and her sharp teeth punctured though sack and ball in one bite. She expertly
sucked the ball until all of the available blood was gone. The left nut
suffered the same fate. Even with the pain his long thin cock was as hard as a
rock. She said, “Tomorrow was to be the day, but what the hell.”
Without ceremony she mouthed the head of his dick and bit it off at the helmet
lip with one chomp of her powerful jaws. Blood spurted everywhere, but, after
the first spatter, every drop was sucked into her waiting wide open mouth. The
helmet was chewed and swallowed.
The women used a red hot iron to cauterize the wound and forced a thin tube
into his pee hole to keep it from scaring over. Even without his helmet, his
dick was impressive.
Julia entered the room and surveyed the carnage. Her words were, “and so it
begins.”
Both of Ken’s balls wouldn’t fit in her mouth but she forced them. She sucked
on them for a minute and ken then felt her strong teeth begin to crush the
cords in his nutsack. Moments later Julia’s teeth met and Ken’s balls forever
left his body. Each one made a popping sound as it ruptured. They were soon
mush in her mouth and she swallowed them.
By the end of the day, both cocks and all four balls were history. The two
women were sated, at least until next month.
The men were treated by a local underground castratrix (that would be Thecia)
and put back into society as eunuchs.
I don’t know what the vampires did then, but Thecia stopped at a Mexican
restaurant and had a taco.
Respectfully Submitted,
Thecia
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The final blow to my manhood
My name is Shabnam and I am a eunuch. I was not born so...well, this story is
about how a young man called Aslam was turned into Shabnam
overnight...through a barbaric operation. The deep gash of a knife that you see on
my face is a recent one. I got it a few days back in a scuffle at the Old Delhi
Railway.
One customer, a very tall young man, tried to run away by not paying me after we
had sex behind the public urinals. I was soon overpowered by him, though I
myself am quite strong. Luckily, a cop, who is also my “admirer”, came to my
rescue. As I stood before the mirror at home that night, attending to the bleeding
cut in my left cheek with an anti-septic cream, I was suddenly filled with a twinge
of pity for myself. Where has Fate brought me? I almost wept as I looked at my
pathetic, painted face, kohl-lined eyelashes, balls of wool in my kameez and a
woman’s dress with a red dupatta, hanging about me as if on a dressmaker’s
mannequin.
Contrast this with my image of only three years ago, to which the mirror hanging
in my old Seelampuri one-room flat has been witness. I was a handsome young
man of 27, clean-shaven and always dressed simply in a white shirt and black
trousers ( my favourite), in which I would sit for hours at the sewing-machine. I
was a tailor in Moradabad. Since it was an old, shabby quarter where I had my
little shop perched atop a hair-dresser’s, with whom I shared a common stairway,
all sorts of customers frequented my shop. Among them were a group of hijras
who came almost every night, since I was soon hooked on grass and other drugs
of which they always had a good supply. As time went by, I didn’t mind even
being paid in drugs for the clothes I (or, rather my assistant) sewed for them.
And, they in turn, used my shop, after closing time, as a convenient joint for their
drunken get-togethers.
Little did I suspect how cunningly the clap-trap had laid for me. And I, the fool I
was, myself walked into it. On a pretext, they took me one evening to the
outskirts of the city, for a “drinking session”, persuaded by one elderly hijra (
addressed by others as guru of their dham), where they kept me confined in an
old, deserted house, feeding me on opium and milk for three days (a ritual they
judiciously follow before the main ceremony).
Then came the night that ruined my life. Under a full moon, dozens of colourfully
dressed hijras had gathered with dhol-beaters. In a state of drunken stupor, I was
brought to a raised mound of earth, and even though I was half-conscious the
terror alerted me and I vividly remember the pounding of the drums and the mad,
frenzy of the dancing hijras, as they celebrated another addition (myself) to their
grotesque world. A quack had been hired (for Rs 5,000, I found later on) to deal
the final blow on my manhood with a doctor’s blade. It all happened in a flash of
a knife. As per the ritual, I was left to bleed through the night, with some elderly
hijras having applied a paste of katha and some herbs as antiseptic on my
wounds.
Well, the rest is imaginable. There are certain injunctions we must follow. We
must shave every day, make up our faces heavily to hide any trace of stubble,
practice obscene pelvic thrusts, learn the lewd, rhythmic dialect of the hijras and
obscene parodies of popular film songs and be ready to tear a throat or lift a
child...for ransom.” (The conversation was interrupted on the roadside, near the
Old Delhi Railway Station, as a car glided to a halt, and the man inside beckoned
to Shabnam to hop in. And that was the last this writer saw of Shabnam, a victim
of such strange twist of fate!)
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The Contest | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | A contest where men lose their cocks | The Contest
By Carol
It is the night of the cockoff contest at the FemDom Club. The Mistresses
dressed in their finest fetish outfits are looking forward to the night's
festivities. Each Mistress who intends to enter the contest, and win the
million dollar prize, has brought a male, to represent her in the contests.
The males, all of whom are powerfully built, and well endowed between their
legs, are chained naked to the walls of the room so that they could be
inspected by those who will be betting on the outcome of the event.
The rules of the contest are simple. It is to be a tug of war. Each man will
have hs cock pierced, and a steel ring secured through the piercing. Then the
men will be paired off. They will stand with a cock guillotine between them. A
steel wire will be attached to their rings, passing through the guillotine.
The object is for one man to pull the other man's cock into the guillotine,
where it will be cut off. The Mistress of the last man with a cock still
attached to his body is the winner. To make things more interesting the men
will have their hands secured behind their backs so all pulling will have to
be done with their cocks. Also the tripping devise of the guillotine is
activated when the loser's cock is fully under the blade. It is activated by a
button his own body will hit. Although the Mistress may not pull on the wire,
or in any way pull on her male to assist him, she may encourage him to greater
effort by using a cattle prod on his cock and balls.
It is time for the first heat of the contest to begin. The betting has been
heavy with Mistress Anne's, and Mistress Barbara's males being the favorites.
The men are brought to the judges table where he is commanded to stroke
himself hard. He is then ordered to place his cock on a wooden plank so the
judge can hammer an iron spike through his cock. The spike is removed and a
"U" shaped steel staple with the ends flattened and drilled out is placed on
his cock with the holes over the piercing. A threaded rod is inserted through
the staple and his cock to be secured with lock washers and nuts on top and
bottom.
Once the men are ready they are led to their places on either side of the
guillotines. The judge goes from pair to pair, attaching the wire cable to
their cocks and insuring that they are equal distant from the guillotine. When
she is sure that all is as it should be, the judge signals for the contest to
begin. Soon the room is filled with the grunts and groans of the men straining
to pull their opponent into the guillotine, and keep from being pulled into it
themselves. There is the occasional scream of a man being urged on to greater
effort by his Mistress, and her cattle prod. Women are cheering on their
favorites. Then there is the swish, and scream as the first cock is severed by
a guillotine. Women are clapping and cheering the event. The women who bet on
the winner collect their bets. It is not long before half the men have lost
their cocks which became trophies for the Mistress’ of the winners.
There is a brief intermission during which the men who still have their cocks
are set up for the next heat, and the women have a chance to place their bets.
This heat is the same as the first, only with half the men. It takes heat,
after heat until there are only two men who still have their cocks. As was
expected they are Mistress Anne’s, and Mistress Barbara’s males. The betting
is very heavy on this the last hear. This heat is the longest as both men are
evenly matched. Then there is the familiar swishing noise as the blade drops
to cut off a cock. Mistress Anne’s male is the last man with a cock attached.
She is declared to be the winner. After collecting her million dollar prize,
ahe tells her male that he will receive a reward. She blindfolds him, and
leads him to one of the guillotines. She places his cock under the blade, and
holding it in her hand she lightly strokes it to full erection. She whispers
in his ear, as she continues to stroke him. Then as he begins to shoot his
load, she kisses him on his lips and pulls him by his cock into the release
button. His cock is severed and come off in her hand. She holds her final
trophy over her head to the cheers of all the women in the room.
As for the men. Their wounds are cauterized with hot irons, and they will be
allowed a brief period to recuperate before returning to the FemDom club next
month for the ballsoff contest.
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