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Fedish | GAY, PENECTOMY | Me and the weird things i did to my penis! | Hi,
My name is Jeremy and when I was 14 was when it all began.
I got into doing weird things to my penis which got to the point
that it was a daily thing for me.
It started when I was 14 of course with a q-tip. I was in
the restroom right before I took a shower. I got a wacky idea. I
would remove the cotton from the q-tip and stick it down my dick
hole. I did. I was in pain for a few short minuets. I did not bleed
but when I took a piss it hurt.
Then a few days later I got another idea. I was going to
pinch my dick with a needle. My moms sewing needle. All the family
was gone and I found the needle after 10 min. of looking. I was in
my room with alcohol. Rubbed it on my dick and stuck it through the
skin. That was not enough though. I needed more. I got the needle
and stuck it directly through my dick. From the top to the bottom.
But it was still not enough. I had a swiss army knife in my room. I
reached under my bed and took out the long knife. I thought and
before I was finished it was done. I had my penis in one hand and
the knife in the other. I was bleeding of course. I called my
friend who came over and laughed so hard. He liked it though. He
was Gay to. He was a junior and could drive. He drove me to Sierra
Providence Memorial and stayed with me through the hole thing. They
could not put it back on.
Today when I get an erection you can see a little stump. I
piss through a tube like thingy. My parents by a miricle still
don’t know im dick less. I am 18 now. The same guy who helped now
is my boyfriend.
Later | {
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Brad & Mike | GAY, NULLIFICATION | Brad and MIke meet in a club, and Brad has some fun with Mike later. | ` Mike, a 21 year old tattoo artist, walks into the small concert hall. As the
band finishes the song, the crowd begins to separate. Mike wanders around for
a bit and bumps into a young boy who introduces himself by the name of Brad.
Mike is definatly attracted to this man but not quite sure if Brad swings the
same way. `
The two move to a corner away from the music being played and get to know each
other a little more. Brad is 19, and an aspiring artist in a small local band.
Eventually, he couldnt take it anymore and he had to have Mike.
"You.. wanna go to my place?" Brad asked hesitantly. Mike stared at him in
awe. He couldn't believe it. But did Brad have the intentions Mike did? They
drove to Brad's apartment, stayed in the car for a while just talking, and
eventually got out and headed twards the door. Brad lead Mike through the dark
living room and switched on a light at the far end on the room. The room was
soon flooded with an irridescent light. Colorful, fluffy couches and armchairs
were placed in a circle around a large black coffee table. In each corner was
a silver floor lamp with 3 bulbs each: Red, blue, and a soft white.
"Nice place," Mike complimented, "What's the bedroom look like? Heh." By now
Mike was getting a little braver and more interested in Brad. Brad nodded
joyfully and motioned to the bedroom. As Mike walked into the room his eyes
lit up. The walls were totally coverd in posters of bands both local and
widely known. Mostly emo but some metal and even a Beethoven poster. Brad
closed the door behind them and admired Mike's slender body. The way his toned
chest and tummy looked in that tight fishnet shirt was beginning to make Brad
hard. He quickly walked over to the small CD player and turned on Kill Hannah.
"I love this band," Brad stated. Mike nodded in agreement and slowly walked
over to Brad. He leaned in close and whispered in Brad's ear that he couldn't
take it any longer, he had to have him. Brad didn't know what to think. He
hesitated a little, touching Mike's knee. Mike kissed Brad's neck sensually,
which gave Brad a little more confidence.
He slowly slid his hand up Mike's thigh and rubbed his erection over his
pants. Mike sighed heavily urging him to continue. Brad kissed Mike's lips
softly and pushed on his tummy. Mike fell on the bed and Brad climbed on top
of him running his cold hands up Mike's fishnets. Mike began to undo Brad's
pants and slipped his hand inside Brad's boxers. He began to fondle his hard
dick and whisper in his ear. They both stripped of all their clothing and Brad
reached over to his nightstand. He grabbed a small blak rubber band out of the
drawer and placed it around Mike's balls.
Mike looked at him puzzled but Brad just told him to trust him and he started
to masterbate Mike. Everytime Mike would feel the urge to cum Brad would stop
for a minute and then continue again. He did this about 4 times and by now
Mike was in pain. Brad finally let Mike come to orgasm and when he did it
lasted a while. When the last ribbon of semen landed on his chest Brad reached
for a razor and placed it against Mike's penis.
"Do you trust me?" Brad asked, Mike nodded. He knew what was coming but he
wasn't concerned. Becoming a eunuch has been a fantasy of his for a while.
Brad made a small inscision around the base of his scrotum and squeezed. Mike
groaned and within seconds Brad had two plump greyish spheres in his hand. He
severed the cord that attatched them and handed them to Mike. The pain was
becoming intense but he didn't mind. He enjoyed the pain. Brad was starting to
get up when Mike grabbed his shoulder and told him to finish it.
"Take the rest," he commanded and Brad did just that. He shrugged and held the
same razor. Set it against his semi-erect penis and with two quick motions
lasrge staff that had once been attatch, was not. Brad brought it to his lips
and kissed it gently before giving it bak to Mike. The pain was becoming
unbearable and he passed out. Brad sewed and bandaged his wound and drove him
home.
About a month later Mike came back to visit Brad at his apartment. Brad asked
to see what he had done and Mike pulled his pants down. Brad leaned forward
and expamined the small bump where his penis had once been. He had since
pierced it, which Brad liked very much. Brad licked and kissed the small bump
and after about 15 minutes a small rope of clear cum fell to the floor. Mike
told that he now has no real desire for sex and that he would like to be
Brad's slave. Brad quickly agreed and slid his pants down. Brad has gotten a
full blown erection from playing with Mike's little stub.
Mike got on his hands and knee's and proceeded to give Brad oral. Brad told
Mike to get up and bend over. Brad slid his firm cock into Mike's ass and
pumped as hard as he could until he reached orgasm. Mike pleasured Brad
whenever he needed, as well as a couple of Brad's friends.
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ECT--truly a shocking story | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | a student nurse take a wrong turn in the tunnels of the mental hospital for the insane--- | ` it had been a long day. i was headed back to the main entrance and home for
a cold beer and dinner. i wasn't paying attention as i came to the fork in the
tunnels--one headed out and the other led to the worst patients in the state.
i had walked for several minutes and knew something was wrong.i heard talking
in front of me and continued on. i rounded a corner and came upon a group of
inmates--i looked for their escort. i tried to smile and keep on walking. i
was suddenly grabbed from behind and held. the butcher of mystic lake stared
into my eyes. his foul breath invaded my nostrils. "what have we here"..he
snarled. i saw his escort lying in the doorway--all bloody and unmoving. "i
have a special plan for you boy". i was quickly stripped--and put on a gurney
securely tied to it. a gag was shoved in my mouth and i struggled to get away.
they just laughed. i was wheeled down the hall to the----ECT ROOM---omygod. i
struggled harder. the gurney was put in position and i heard the buzz of
clippers near my right ear. several swipes on the each temple and then my
pubic hair was stripped away. the ect harness was placed on my head and i felt
my testicles being pulled. the butcher looked me in the eye as i heard the
power in the ect nachine being turned on--the high pitched buzz got louder and
louder---more power was being turned into it. he laughed and with a slash of
the staight razor seperated my testicles from me---then hit the button sending
meaga watts of electricity into the helmet and then-----darkness....
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Clitoridectomy Support Group 3 Christine | clitoridectomy | One woman relates what she has lost | Christine
Two days later I met Christine. She was a slight woman, flat chested and with
small blue eyes. She was about 30 years of age. She smiled at me and we again
sat down to tea. She constantly fiddled with a little crystal ball that was on
a chain around her neck.
‘You want to know my story?’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ I said.
“It began two years ago. I was working here and met a local man. He was
educated and kind. We got along. After some months, he said he was under
pressure to get married. However, his mother insisted that he marry a virgin.
He assumed I wasn’t, so he was telling me his dilemma.’
‘After some time, I told him I was a virgin. As I was approaching 30, marriage
was also on my mind. Eventually he took me to see his mother. She was openly
doubtful that a western woman would be telling the truth about her virginity.
However, she said she would consider our relationship, but I needed to have a
medical examination.’
“I went to the doctor she used, and he examined me carefully. He sent the
report to the mother. Later I saw her. She was still ambivalent. She had read
I was a virgin, but I had not been circumcised. This meant that she could not
trust me after marriage.’
‘I talked to Ahmed, and he tried to persuade his mother that I was clearly of
good character. However she would not be moved. I had to be circumcised for
her to consider our marriage.’
“I said no, but I liked Ahmed and I wanted so much to be married. After a
couple of months, I agreed. The family doctor would do the operation.’
‘It was to be done after work on Monday. I spent the entire weekend
masturbating. I could not stop. When I went in on Monday, my clitoris was
sore. It was almost a relief to have it removed. I went in, took off my
knickers and lie half upright on a table. My ankles were put in stirrups and
pulled wide apart. My skirt was pulled up around my midriff. He swabbed
between my labia, pulled my clitoris through a small ring, which he could
reduce in size. When it was clamped there, he took out a scalpel and cut
behind it in one movement. There was a sharp pain and it was gone. He put in a
couple of stitches and told me to come back on Friday to have them out.
I went back to my place without my knickers on, and did not wear any for the
rest of the week, although I put a sanitary pad in place, when I went to bed
that night or when I sat down at work.
The stitches came out, and I faced my first weekend without a clitoris.
However, I was so sore, that it did not occur to me to try to do anything.
After another three weeks, the soreness went. I put my hand between my legs,
but there was nothing to play with. However the next month felt good. I could
feel my vagina get firm and I anticipated penetration. I had always
masturbated so much that I had never thought of feelings elsewhere than in my
clitoris.
After a couple of months, I went to see my prospective mother in law again.
She asked me to undress so she could inspect me. I did this and she looked at
me and then felt me all over, prodding my buttocks, thighs, stomach and chest.
Finally she parted my legs and looked at my sex.
She parted my outer labia to inspect me.
‘That is a neat job,’ she said, ‘It has clearly be taken off at the base.
There is no loose flesh. You must feel much better.’
I was silent.
Then she said, ‘But you’re too thin. You won’t be able to bear good children.
I do not think that you are satisfactory for my son.’
‘But I’ve been circumcised as you requested,’ I stammered.
‘Yes, but that was for your own good.’
“I haven’t got a clitoris anymore.’
‘Not where it used to be,’ she said and then she gave me this crystal ball.
Christine continued to finger the ball hanging round her neck.
I looked at Christine. “That’s it?’ I asked.
‘Oh yes, she gave me my clitoris back.’
‘And Ahmed, what happened to him?’
‘He married a local woman three months later. I think she had it planned all
along.’
‘How long ago was this?’
‘Just over a year.’
‘What are you doing now?’
‘What can I do? I am a 30 year old virgin without a clitoris. Who would want
me?’
‘Do you miss it?’
‘What, my clitoris? Of course. I played with it every day for almost 20 years.
When I was nervous, I played with it. I used to spend half my weekend
masturbating. That was on of the reasons losing it did not seem so bad. I was
spending so much time playing with myself that I did nothing else.’
She continued to play with the plastic ball hanging round her neck. She than
gave an ironic smile. “I suppose I play with it more than ever now. But I do
not get any solace.’
I looked at her. ‘Is there anything I can do?’ I asked foolishly.
‘Yes, let me cut yours off. If I haven’t got one, why should anyone else?’
‘Coming her is the best thing for me. No-one else here has a clitoris. So I do
not feel so bad.’
I walked back to the hotel holding my arms across my chest. My nipples would
not come down. I squelched as I walked. I was horrified and excited.
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Olga Fretor, Crime Boss. | STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Crime Boss. Thanks for reading, feedback plz! | A crime boss named Olga Fretor was at the top in most areas. She was 45 years
of age, wife of a now deceased king pin. Olga took
over her husbands outfit after his death. She was brought into a world of
violence and crime at a very young age. Her parents
were very important among the crime rings. At age 12 her parents went missing.
She was adopted by two noteable people of a crime
syndicate and became apart of the group. At present time Olga is a transporter
of inmates who are very well endowed.
Olga recieved a package from a brazilian courier company. It was kept frozen
and packaged and listed as a food product. She had a very
large home and many of her outfit lounged there. The members in her outfit
referred to her as grand mama. She held the package and walked into
her study room. She entered and was greeted by two members Cirstov and Sergei.
Both of the men knew grand mama's business but never directly
asked her about her endverours in brazil. She placed the packaged on her desk
and asked the two men quietly and politely to leave her and shut the door.
The two men walked out of the room and closed it tightly. Olga picked up her
phone and dialed. "Yes, hello?" answered a male voice. "Gregol. this is
your mama. I got your packaged I'm opening it as we speak." She started to
unwrap the box. "Mama, I hope it stayed fresh for you. I hope you enjoy it."
She finished unwraping the box, "We will see." she spoke softly. She pulled
out a steel box and opened it. Inside she feast her eyes on a huge package.
She smiled, "Well done Gregol. This is splendid. I will enjoy this." With that
she hung up. Olga opened the seal and grabed the bag. Inside the bag
laid a very large cock. The penis was about 11 inches long. She opened the
seal of the bag and pulled out the severed member. She laid it on her desk.
She then grabed the remaining contents inside. She pulled out a servered
scrotum and put it on her desk aswell. The scrotum still had its two balls
inside.
As she sat there lost in her lust of her fetish her door swung open and in
walked her niece Sove. Sove was well aware for her Aunts fetish. She saw the
severed organs of a male and really didn't pay much interest. Sove was very
used to seeing severed cocks and balls on her Aunts desk since she was very
young.
Sove had irrelevent business with her Aunt and she sat on her desk. Sove
chatted and playfully grabbed the servered dong. She continued to speak and
tossed the servered organ from hand to hand. Olga inturrupted Sove, "Do you
want to share this feast with me Sove?" Sove paused for a momenet,
"Mm I'm not very hungry at the moment." With that Sove stood up and walked out
of the room waving goodbye.
The next day she met with her agents and met with various inmates. Eatch
inmate stripped down naked. Olga walked around and picked out who she wanted
to geld.
Olga selected two of the six that were standing before her. The first inmate
was taken to her home and stripped. This man was convicted of double murder
and
sentenced to death. Olga paid the right people to handle these criminals. The
man was taken to inside a room. This room had large holes carved out of the
wall
weighst high. The man was given several shots of testosteron to keep him fully
errect. He was faced towards the wall and his large cock was placed through
the
hole. Olga was standing on the otherside. She saw the huge member slide
through. Sove was present in the room. The cock was very large to Sove she is
in a
relationship and surpurisingly to her her Aunts fetishes doesn't get in her
way. But she watched as the strong errected cock was going to be cut off from
its body and the two plump balls were going to be snipped off aswell. Olga was
notorious for severing cocks. This time she wanted to use a different method.
Olga had a linen bag on a table. The bag would move around periodicly. A small
girl named Yasha enetered the room. Yasha was 12 years old and was Olga's
Grandchild. Olga called out to Yasha. She walked over and saw the large penis
coming out of the wall. Yasha saw various castrations her Grandmother held.
Olga asked Yasha if she would like to drain the cocks balls of its juices.
Yasha nodded in aggreement. Yasha walked over towards the monster cock. She
was
short so she didn't need to lean or kneel. Yasha fowarded her head toward the
13inch cock and opened her small mouth. her lips were easy over the head of
the penis.
She tightly held the balls in her small palm and squeezed. Yasha naturally
started to take more of the dong into her mouth. She sucked and stimulated the
cock with her tounge. Finally she felt the head enlarge and the nuts started
to strain. Jets of semen errupted from the cock into her small mouth. Yasha
swalloed load after load. The cock ceased and she pulled away from the wall.
Yasha turned to her grandmother and smiled wiping the leftover semen off her
face.
Olga approached the cock and took the contents out of the small linene bag to
reveal a 6inch python. The pythons face was masked to prevent injuries. The
pyhon was
kept starving to enjoy its upcoming meal. Olga unmasked the python, in a split
second the snake leaped forward and engulfed the dong with its mouth. Olga
held on the snake as it slowly krept up the mans cock. The python's mouth
stretched in responce to the size of the penis. The snakes head and mouth
stretched
as if the snake was going to rip and explode. The fangs were still lifted as
the python made its way to the base of the cock. The snake finally held the
13inch cock and its balls securdely in its mouth. The python slowly lowered
its upper mouth and bit into the mans flesh. Everyone in the room was totally
captivated by the scene and watched as the snake closed its mouth down
completely as blood errupted from the mans groin area. The snake fell to the
ground with
the servered organs in its mouth. Olga quickly killed the python with a blade.
She cut open the pythons belly as the contents were now in the mid section of
the
snake. She slowly pulled the servered cock and balls out of the snakes belly
and placed them on a plate. The dong was covered in a yellow plasma. Olga
pulled
out both balls from the severed sack. She sniped of the cords and cleaned both
of the nuts. She enjoyed a savoring meal that night and played back the video
footage
she recorded of the event as she ate. She also wondered how she would deal
with the next inmate she had in her cellar.
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School's Out: The Sale | GAY, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | After being emasculated, the prep work for sale must begin. | # The Preparation
Jonathon was in a locked room with all the other new slaves. After their
emasculation, it was a quick task that they were made a new urethra. But that
was not the least of what awaited them.
There are two kinds of slaves made available, those that are for work and
those that are for sex. A sexual slave, while being available for regular
work, is primarily sold for twice the price.
A security guard came in and ordered all the slaves out of the room. They
entered a room with many tables, almost like a medical centre. "Slaves, bend
over the table." Upon doing so, the slaves were then locked in a set of stocks
to prevent them from moving.
Two nurses came in and started putting a tube up the anus of each slave.
Giving the slave an enema, preparing for the final determination.
The doctor came in, and asked one of the nurses "How many are going to be
ordered?"
The nurse replied, "We have four confirmed orders, with possibly a fifth."
The doctor started inspecting each anus, for various properties that gay men
look for. Upon selection, each one chosen was stamped on the other bum cheek
with a penis emblem.
Upon leaving the room, the doctor said to a waiting man, "George, your turn."
George was a specialist in manes. The chief way of identifying a working slave
is by their bright mane covering their anus, as if to say 'not accessible'.
The nurses have already started to install the spiked spincter. To truly add
value to the sex slaves, the other slaves must be prevented from engaging in
the activity. This is achieved by a device that will replace the function of
the spincter and be spiked to hurt anyone that tries to violate it.
With the spincter installed, George starts his work. He first finds the area
just at the base of the spine and starts to operate there to create hair
follicles. Each worker slave is given their own variation of colour.
By the time the slaves are released from their bonds, most of them have a huge
flowing mane hanging over their ass down to their knees. Their body will
produce hair for it for a long time to come.
# The Sale
The next day the slaves are just below the stage, with Peter standing first on
the stage. His head is bald, a number 3754 tag on his ear, and a long flowing
yellow mane, he is ready to be sold. The auction starts at $7,500. By the end
of the auction he is sold for $10,000.
Jonathon is next, his number is 3755, but he has no mane. The bidding starts
at $15,000, and he looks out at those that are bidding. There are a few people
from the neighbourhood. Miss Roberts from next door seems to be winning. He
ends up being sold for $22,000.
All in all, the auction nets $350,000 for the school. The slaves are shipped
off to their respective owners upon payment.
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The Emporor and the Eunuchs | WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | The emporor castrated his enemies to make them submit, but in time it was he who submitted to their power. | The Emporor and the Eunuchs
Penectomypassion
Once upon a time in China, there was a glorious king. City after city fell
before his army, and upon entering he married the prettiest princess in town.
And to illistarte his might, he took her father and castrated him. After
conquering all the cities, marrying all the prettiest princesses, and
castrating all the recaltrasant lords, he decred himself “Emporor”.
Now he had hundreds of women and could not look after them all himself,
afterall he had important affairs of state to attend to. One can hardly trust
ordinary soldiers to protect them. After thinking long and hard about this
problem, he summoned up all the eunuchs, who, upon there alteration, were
among his most loyal subjects, and asked them to guard his wives. To
facilitate their task they built a prison-palace and locked all the women
away. Only they and the emporor could come and go freely. Naturally they were
well placed to influence policy.
Overtime the eunuchs began to die, but the demand for eunuchs only grew, so
royal officials turned to orphans. These defenseless young boys were sent to
the chopping block. The emporors grew to trust them more and more. They were
not disrtracted by fleshly passions, and being both parentless and childless
they were free from the corrupting blight of nepotism.
Before long he had children by the thousands. The boys were only allowed to
see their mothers in a special chambre, and spent the rest of their time in
another part of the palace where women were forbidden, lest they impregnate
any of the queens. The eunuchs were responsible for managing this increasingly
complex security system. They also were responsible for educating the princes.
After many generations, under the supervision of the eunuchs, the kings became
decadent. They spent their time playing tennis, having sex, and smoking opium;
while, the tedious task of governing was left to the eunuchs.
The souveign relaxed, and the slaves ruled.
The question asks itself, “who is really in control?” When did the emporor
cease being a master, and became a pet?
My obience may make you feel powerful, but you need my obience to be powerful.
Exploitation breeds dependance Power is always circular.
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Extra Income VI | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, WARNING - SNUFF | A Eunuch’s wife finds a way to earn extra cash as a hit woman. One client failed to pay, a deadly mistake. | My eunuch husband Jim helped me again. I had this client who ordered a final
solution for a rival in Chicago. He seemed to be on the up & up, so I accepted
the down payment and blew into the windy city in order to take care of my
contract. After concluding business, I mailed the gonads to my client and went
back home to Jim.
After a couple of weeks, I had not received the final payment. The job was
certainly final, so I expected payment. I sent “Mr. Scrooge” a polite email
reminding him of the second $10,000 due. No reply. I sent two more emails with
no result. I even made two phone calls, but he disconnected his cell. I was
pissed. Then Jim suggested a course of action, and helped with the technology.
Back to the Windy City I went, and sought out my client. I knew his home
address, so I waited there for him to leave one morning. He worked as a
manager in a video store in one of the suburbs. Shortly after he opened the
store, I entered. He had never seen me before, so he showed no surprise. It
was early on a Tuesday morning, so I was the only customer. Actually, he would
be "the customer" receiving the services though. :)
I wore a very low cut blouse to show off my ample assets to their best
advantage. He noticed. I called out and asked for some help, and he was only
too anxious to come out from behind the counter and join me by the racks of
DVDs. As he faced me, I threw my arms around him and introduced myself.
“I’m Sharon Fox” I said, and he looked shocked. Just then I pressed a button
on a small remote control that I held in my hands behind my back. I wore a
very special “hi tech” bra that Jim had modified for me. On either side of my
boobs there was a small cylinder with a CO2 charged syringe of a paralyzing
agent. As we hugged, Mr. Scrooge got two little pricks in his chest and two
injections set off by the remote. His eyes were locked on my cleavage as the
syringes did their job. The paralyzing agent works quickly, and he slumped to
the floor, wide awake but unable to move.
“You really should have paid your bill” I told him. “Your victim dangled his
balls by my pussy as he filled my womb with his cum. You got your money’s
worth in his doom, just as we agreed, and you received his balls as the
contract specified” I said. “Your victim got to enjoy himself just before the
end, kind of like a condemned man’s last meal. You however will get no such
pleasure since you are a skin flint and a cheat”.
I took the keys out of his pocket and locked the front door, turning off the
“OPEN” sign and turning on a “CLOSED” sign.
I went back to him and unbuttoned my blouse. It had two small holes now. I
unfastened my bra and slid down my skirt. “Here’s what your target got to
feast upon for his last meal. You will just get to look”. Of course he could
not reply verbally, but I could see the reply from his penis in the tent
rising in his slacks. .
With that I unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his paralyzed
ankles. Then I slid off his boxers. I found it funny that he sported a raging
hard-on as I pulled out a carving knife from my shopping bag. I am sure he
would have screamed if he could, but not a sound came forth as I sliced off
his balls. He watched with a combination of pain, fear, and awe as I held up
one ball, opened my mouth, and chewed it up. “One down the hatch, one to go” I
said, and then repeated with his other ball. They actually tasted pretty good,
kind of like a chewy version of steak tartar. “No more babies for you!”
“Now for your final suck-off” I said and sliced off his big boner. He was
bleeding out as I held up his dick and began to suck on its little head. “Oh,
I’ll just let you finish” I told him, and I stuffed his penis into his own
mouth. He gurgled a little and passed out. He would bleed to death within 15
minutes, and the cops would assume it was a mafia hit. I slipped out the back
door of the store and headed back home.
Simple lesson here: Pay your bills. Bill collection can be a painful process!
I wonder what his penis would have tasted like. I guess I’ll have to find out
on some future man. Maybe YOU?
Thinking of you guys,
Sharon Fox
[email protected]
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Busted - The Game Show: Chapter 29 | GAY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Busted – The Game Show
© Justin Cumberland 2007
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Inexorably, the sun sank towards the horizon. There was no stopping it; and
when they pulled into the gas station it was a horizontal light, tinged with
the golden flame of an afternoon broken.
‘We’re not going to make it,’ Garth said.
‘Have you got any money?’
Garth said nothing. He stared at the windscreen.
Jason got out of the car. Behind the shop, at the side, there was a garage and
a guy in coveralls. He was standing at a bench and polishing a piece of
machinery which he had held in one hand.
‘Have you got any gas?’ Jason said. He heard his voice resound in the garage.
It was high and childlike. He was only fifteen.
The guy turned around and stopped. His eyes opened wide and he stared at
Jason. Stared at the panties. He swallowed.
‘Have you got any gas? Jason said.
‘How much do you want?’ The guy said. He left off polishing the piece of metal
and put it on the bench beside him, staring at the panties all the while. He
looked up at Jason and raised his eyebrows.
‘A tankful. We’re running on empty.’
The guy walked over to the slits in the workshop door. He looked out at the
car and whistled. ‘Fuck!’ he said. ‘A fucking Firebird! Is that your Dad?’
‘He’s not my Dad.’
‘Did he send you in here to pay?’ the guy said. He turned around and
swallowed, looking Jason up and down.
‘Sure he did,’ Jason said.
‘How much have you got?’
‘Hang on,’ Jason said. He had forgotten about the tampon. He stepped out of
the workroom and tugged on the string, tossing it onto the floor in the corner
of the shop. The tock stared at him but said nothing. He stepped back into the
room and smiled shyly. ‘I don’t – I haven’t got any money,’ he said. He put
his fingers into the waist of the panties and pulled them down, dragging them
onto his thighs.
The guy came forward and put his hand on Jason’s bicep, stopping him. Jason
stood up and looked at the guy, leaving the panties stuck around his thighs.
‘You don’t have to do that, son.’
‘It doesn’t matter,’ Jason said. ‘I don’t care.’ He bent over and pulled the
panties down, letting them fall to the ground. He bent down and picked them up
holding them bunched in one hand. He was nervous.
The workshop guy stared at Jason’s groin.
‘What happened to you?’
‘I went to get tutored,’ Jason said.
‘Neutered, son. You mean neutered.’
Jason knew what he meant.
‘Did he do it to you?’
Jason shrugged. ‘Not really. It was my fault.’
The guy shook his head and put his hand on Jason’s arm again. ‘Just put em
back on, son. I’ll give you the gas.’ He looked like he was going to cry.
‘Really?’ Jason frowned.
‘Yeah, really.’
Jason looked down at the guy’s groin. He was hard. He had nothing on under the
coveralls, obviously, and his dick had swung up. It was huge and was holding
all of the fabric out and away from his body like a tent.
Jason put his hand out and touched it. ‘Don’t you want to,’ he said. He looked
up at the guy and squeezed his cock. It was thick and hard – as thick as
Jason’s had been.
‘I’ll hurt you,’ he said.
‘You won’t hurt me.’
‘I will.’ The guy pushed Jason’s hand away and turned around. He looked out
through the slits in the roller-door. ‘What a prick,’ he said, shaking his
head. ‘What a fucking prick!’
Jason arched his head up suddenly. ‘I want you to,’ he said. He moved forward
and put his hands around the guy’s waist from behind. He found the slit in the
coveralls and reached his hand in. He found the guy’s dick and wrapped his
hand around it. He squeezed and moved his hand back and forth, pulling on it.
The guy exhaled. ‘I said I’d give it to you already.’
‘You can do it,’ Jason said. ‘I don’t care. People have been fucking with me.
It doesn’t matter.’
The guy pushed him off and turned around. He brushed his fingers through his
hair, backing; and hit an elbow on the roller door, making it thunder. ‘I’ll
just give it to you, son.’
‘Don’t you like me?’
The guy threw his head back and rolled his eyes. ‘Yes, son. I like you.’
‘Well, why don’t you then?’ Jason stepped forward and took his hand.
The guy bit his lips and turned his head to one side. ‘I never liked it,’ he
said. ‘I couldn’t make you.’ He pulled his hand away and looked down. ‘Fuck!’
he said. ‘Look what the fuck they’ve done to you!’
Jason shrugged. He looked a bit sad, maybe; but it didn’t really matter. ‘I
don’t really care about it,’ he said, looking at the ground.
The mechanic started to cry. His shoulders hunched forward in a series of
sudden sobs. ‘Oh good Christ!’ he said. He shook his head and crouched down,
cradling his head in his hands. ‘What’s become of this world!’
Jason came forward and put his hand on the guy’s head, ruffling his hair
gently. ‘We’re not good people,’ he said.
The guy started to cry all the harder. ‘But you’ve got to try,’ he sobbed.
‘You can’t just not try.’
‘You pretty well can,’ Jason said. ‘It doesn’t really matter.’
The guy’s face contorted. ‘What sort of fucked up philosophy is that?’ he
said, spitting the words.
Jason shrugged his shoulders. ‘You’re not good,’ he said.
‘I’m a good man.’
‘You can’t be,’ Jason said. ‘It’s not possible.’
‘I try,’ the guy said. ‘I fucking well try.’
‘You’re just torturing yourself.’ Jason reached down and put a hand on the
guy’s shoulder. ‘It’s not like you think it is,’ he said. He crouched down and
kissed him on the forehead. ‘You’re not good.’ Jason put his arms around the
guy and hugged him.
‘So I can just fuck you?’
Jason shrugged.
‘Don’t you think there’s something wrong about that?’
‘Well, of course there is,’ Jason said. ‘But I’ll forgive you. You won’t have
to feel bad about it afterwards.’
‘Oh fuck,’ the guy said. He got up suddenly and turned Jason around. He
unbuttoned the coveralls and thrust forward, bending Jason over. He thrust his
dick into Jason’s arsehole and thrust forward mercilessly, pumping Jason hard
and fast as though he couldn’t stop to think about it. He came within a couple
of minutes and crouched down on the ground again, buttoning the coveralls up.
‘Can I have the gas?’ Jason said. He unbunched the panties from his hand and
put them on.
‘I said you could have it.’ He got up and walked to the other side of the
workshop. ‘I would have fucking given it to you. I said that.’
Jason followed him. ‘Are you angry at me?’
‘Oh, kid,’ the guy said, turning around suddenly and grabbing Jason, hugging
him to him and holding him. ‘I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry, okay.’
‘But I’ve already forgiven you,’ Jason said. ‘I like you.’
The guy moved back and held Jason at arm’s length – held him by the shoulders.
‘What are you?’ he said. ‘Some type of fucking saint.’
‘I’m a piece of shit,’ Jason said. ‘I’m a piece of fucking shit.’
The guy gave him the gas. He seemed happier somehow and he clapped Jason on
the back as they walked to the car together, carrying a canister each. ‘I’ll
have to get more,’ the guy said. He went back inside and Jason started to fill
the car. He looked around him. There were a couple of cars at the bowsers, a
couple of people charging their cars. There was a guy who stared at him,
giving himself a shock accidentally by putting his hand down without looking.
He shook it and sucked his fingers while he stared at Jason. The woman at the
other car looked away. She glanced over quickly, once, saw Jason and then
turned away, ignoring him, looking off to the horizon, away from the sun, to
the darkness where the day had been.
‘I got you a chocolate,’ the guy said.
Jason smiled suddenly. ‘Oh wow! Thanks,’ he said. ‘I haven’t had any of this
for ages.’
The guy smiled wryly and put the canister down. ‘You think you’ll be okay?’ He
looked into the car where Garth was sitting motionless.
Jason shrugged. ‘Sure I will,’ he said.
The guy smiled again. ‘And kid,’ he said, trying to turn away but stopping
himself. He looked off to the side, not meeting Jason’s eyes. ‘I’m a piece of
shit too,’ he said. He looked up at Jason quickly, as though he might have
said the wrong thing.
Jason was chewing on the chocolate. He smiled. ‘That’s it!’ he said.
The guy smiled back at him, turning to face him again and dangling his hands
at his sides. ‘You’ve got to be the best,’ he said.
‘Oh I am,’ Jason said. ‘I’m the most fucked up piece of shit you could ever
meet.’ He laughed suddenly and the guy laughed too.
The guy stood still for a moment, He didn’t want to walk away, obviously; but
he made himself. There was nothing else to say. In the shop he looked out at
Jason again, turning around and making some comment to the tock like the tock
was some other guy who might somehow understand. It probably said something
stupid because they always did.
Jason turned away and emptied the canister, chewing on the chocolate and
bending down to pick up another of the canisters from the ground, staying bent
over while he screwed the lid back on, keeping his legs and his back straight
like it was the most natural position in the world.
‘Shit!’ the guy at the bowser said. He had shocked himself again.
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Talking Bot | My former friends got families, worked hard and spent their free
time in vacation. They didnt have time any more.
So I stopped going out meeting people. I bought things at online
auctions, did my banking online and went only shopping to get
something to eat. I forgot my mother language, only talked english
at chat sites. Life got reduced to my monitor.
Last night i cutted off my glans and instead installed a
penis/computer port.
I listen to the way people talk. I combine fragments of sentences.
I repeat phrases others said before.
I am the man/machine, a cybernetic organism, living tissue as
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I am the talking bot.
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Kum Melar | STRAIGHT | Indian Festival | Kum mehla
=========
We marched and chanted to the water's edge, the Mother Ganges. 1000
of us new followers. We were to be the next generation of holy men.
To be naked from this day on. We de-robbed for the last time at the
waters edge and took a step into the water. The holy leaders
arrived and blessed us with the holy water.
Our future followers we're here en-mass, 1000s. We erected
ourselves by whatever means needed. I just played sensitively with
my penis.
Female followers, now naked entered the water. A beautiful young
woman, maybe 25 stood in front of me. She held my penis with both
hands, one near the head, the other near the shaft. If felt great.
She smiled sweetly. And then... She moved her hands rapidly and
violently in opposite directions, obviously well practised on
various crops.
She broke my penis so easily. Unlike the crops she was used to
breaking , my penis stayed in one piece however it would never be
erect again.
She lead from Mother Ganges by my penis. On the side of the river,
she released her grip. I fell to feet and kissed them in gratitude.
She smiled down at me. When I stood up, she and 1000 or so
followers knelt down. They stayed knelt as I walked past them to
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The Sultana's Eunuchs | STRAIGHT | The empire got a Sultana. She was going to make eunuchs in a new way. | I never dreamed that I would be in charge of the eunuch making
chamber. Me, the Sultana’s maid. The sultan was weak. So different
from the sultana, beautiful and strong. He, like most men, liked
to screw two women at the same time. One night long time ago, when
he was screwing me, the Sultana grabbed his balls and squeezed them
hard. To our surprised, he liked it. We gradually did that more
and more and discovered his submissive streak. The Sultana did more
and more ball squeezing and less screwing. She could not bear the
thought of him invading her. She gradually had him under her total
control. She let him come only if he obeyed her. She let him know
that she preferred making love to the women in the harem. She
controlled him outside the bedroom too. Gradually, she got all his
power. She was smart and intelligent. Most officials in court
quickly saw the light and followed the winner.
I was riding the sultan. The Sultana was squeezing his balls. He
seemed to twisting much more than before. He sounded more painful
than pleasured. Suddenly, he screamed. His body was twisting
violently under me. He was clearly in tremendous pain. The Sultana
pushed me forward from behind. She grabbed my tits and started
riding his cock. She kissed me hard and rubbed herself against my
back. She was wild with excitement. She went on and on, with one
orgasm after another.
Finally the Sultana stopped. She was spent, but still holding me
tight from behind. After a long while, she said weakly: "I crushed
his balls. I could feel it go pop in my hand. It was so
exciting." When we turned and looked at the sultan, he was dead.
It was easy for her to take over the empire. She had the power
anyway and nobody wanted to argue. She then surprised everyone by
announcing that we would make no more eunuchs. That night, after a
couple of hours of lovemaking, I asked her why. The Sultana
laughed. "Of course we must have eunuchs. Why should I fight such
an old tradition? But we are going to make eunuchs my way. We are
going to have a lot of fun doing it. This is just a ploy to pension
off the old vets and put you in charge." I was so surprised I could
hardly speak. "I think you prefer women lovers!" "I do, my love.
But I enjoy men too."
We rebuilt the eunuch making chamber. It used to be a depressing
place. We made it into a pleasure chamber. All the furniture were
replaced. The new furniture were designed to facilitate lovemaking.
The Sultana designed many herself. All the new guards were
beautiful women. A woman artist designed their new uniform,
revealing, teasing, exciting. The Sultana wanted all cocks to be
hard and erect before she cut them off.
Hand in hand, the Sultana and I walked into the new eunuch making
chamber. The man was already strapped to the bench with his legs
wide apart. Tonight, we were going to start making eunuch again.
The Sultana would do him the honor herself. She walked around him
for an inspection, satisfied with my choice. His cock was huge, a
massive twelve inch with a wide girth. His enormous balls thrilled
her. They were simply the largest set of balls she had ever seen.
Each testicle was slightly bigger than a large egg. She touched him
lightly, again and again.
We walked towards the bed, kissing and fondling each other’s
breasts. Two guards pushed the bench, following. They raised the
bench so he could watch us. The eunuch-to-be was very excited.
Poor thing. Watching beautiful women make love with a hard on he
could do nothing about. We had to fix that problem for him.
Standing next to the bed, we kissed and slowly undressed each
other. The Sultana turned around and dragged my bra lightly over
his body. After a while, she stopped and hanged the bra on his cock.
We made love. The eunuch-to-be watched. The guards kept him excited
with kisses and caress. They were told not to touch his cock.
Other than that, they could do anything they wanted. Then the
Sultana sat on the edge of the bed, facing the cock and balls. I
sat behind her and continued to love her with kisses and my
fingers. The Sultana began to massage the balls. The cock was
twisting involuntarily.
The Sultana gave the cock a squeeze. He moved his hips to fuck her
hand. He was trembling, on the blink of coming. She squeezed the
balls hard. She stopped him from coming. He kept fucking her
hand. She let him, but kept squeezing the balls hard so he could
not come. His body was twisting more violently, with pleasure and
pain. She was having another orgasm.
Suddenly, he screamed. She let go of the balls and took a sharp
knife from beneath the bench. She quickly cut the huge cock off,
then the balls. The Sultana dropped everything and turned towards
me again. She was so excited that it took five more orgasms before
she was spent.
Since that night, we had made many more eunuchs. We had a lot of fun
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All Hat, No Cattle (part 6) | Other: Cum Ranching | During which the nature of his captors' cash crop becomes apparent. | "Thank god.. I'm starving," Larry mumbled over his shoulder to the
tough young woman muscling him along. "Shut up," she replied,
"feeding comes later. First you get milked." Then she grabbed him
by the hair with her left hand and by the groin-halter with her
right and bent him nearly double in one powerful stroke. She placed
two fingers against the rivetted terminus of his rectal insert and
pushed. Larry gasped and tried to straighten his weakened body but
the girl had by this time clamped a steel collar around his neck and
was about to pinion his arms behind him. For this, she used the
tether attached to the ring below his anus, wrapping it several times
around his biceps just above the elbows. "Now," she said, "time for
you to produce. Be a good boy and cum real quick for Mommy."
The female wrangler, fully a foot shorter than her captive, blonde
and with heavy, tanned breasts, abruptly yanked his swollen penis
in the direction of what he had imagined were feeding troughs.
Instead, he realized he was about to be forced to ejaculate, his
erection clamped along with his scrotum above a moving conveyor
belt carrying row upon row of large glass test tubes. She snapped
the first enclosure, effectively immobilizing Larry's penis, and
instantly pulled his face down between her soft, slightly freckled
breasts. With her other hand she began to manipulate his testicles.
Simultaneously, a soft rubber sleeve descended and covered about
half the length of his distended member, vibrating and, it seemed
applying a slight suction. "C'mon you stupid bull," she whispered,
"shoot." She increased the pressure on his scrotum while virtually
mashing his lips and nose into her right breast. In what seemed
like seconds, Larry experienced the longest, most excruciatingly
pleasurable ejaculation of his life. In six or seven explosive
spurts, he filled tube after tube on the passing belt, his cum
shooting through a latex tube into one after another. His handler
immediately released his head and his scrotum, reached behind the
latter organ and pressed urgently, forcing the remnants of his
ejaculate out the end of his penis and into the collecting apparatus.
Incredibly, she reached up and slapped his already reddened face
with painful force: "You ever bite me again, I'll give you the
bottle brush". Muttering, she moved behind him and grabbed a sixteen
year old boy by his harness, hustling him forward to be similarly
evacuated.
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You awaken with a hazy, hot hung over feeling, trying to remember
what happened last night. In a matter of seconds, you realize that
you are shackled to an upright wooden frame, some sort of X shaped
cross. Slowly, the events of last night come back to you.
You'd spent the evening with a few j/o buddies, not really close
friends, just some guys that seemed to share a common hobby. You
remember horsing around with them, grabbing each other's erect
dicks and making comments about cutting them off. Afterwards, you
all shared some home brew of indeterminate quality. That's all you
remember.
Must have been something in it, you think.
A door on the far end of the room opens, and three people slowly
walk into the dimly lit room, as if in some kind of religious
procession. You smell incense almost right away, and soft music of
a church like quality reaches your ears.
The newly arrived guests are all nude, and you can make out that
the two males have erections, and the female has very lovely
breasts. They are each carrying something, and slowly, almost
ceremoniously, lay what appear to be instruments on the small lace
covered table next to your wooden cross. The girl circles behind
and cinches up the shackles that bind you. She returns and faces
you, smiling, but saying nothing. She slowly begins sucking your
cock, bringing it to full erection in a matter of seconds.
You notice that the nude males have been preparing the intruments.
One of them approaches and waits for the girl to withdraw your
stiff penis from her saliva laden lips. He slips some kind of plier
like device with a stretched out green ring over your erect cock,
and pulls it forcefully down to the base, never saying a word. He
repeats this exercise a second time, leaving a gap of about half an
inch on your throbbing erection.
The other male, still with an erection, approaches with a
hypodermic needle and injects your cock near the base. The girl
with the lovely breasts and firm nipples then shoves something that
looks like a metal straw down your cock hole, and you struggle
against the pain.
The girl then renews her efforts with your cock, alternately
sucking, tugging, and jerking. Despite the bizarreness of the
situation, you are very excited. You can almost sense what is
coming next. You're excited and scared, all at the same time. You
have had years of fantasises about a beautiful woman cutting off
your cock, and you are starting to believe that your time is nigh.
One of the males approaches as you near your climax. You have that
wonderful feeling, the one that overpowers you just before the cum
starts to gush from your cock hole. The girl is stroking now in
time to the music, which had changed to an up tempo rock tune. You
groan in anticipation of an orgasm and God knows what else, and
suddenly you explode, your jizz squirting all over the girl. At
that same instant the male slices around the base of your cock with
a semicircular knife. There is a flash of pain, a recogntion that
things have changed.
The girl slowly lifts your cock from its metal shunt, with your
piss tube still attached to your body. Immediately the second man
retrieves it and moves off into the far corner.
At this point you feel yourself losing consciousness again.
When you awaken, it is dark, and the room is empty except for the
small cot you're lying on, and a little table with what looks like
a snow globe that kids play with lying on it.
You pick up the globe and realize that it's really you, or at least
a part of you, a part that will never give you intense pleasure
again.
Inside the snow globe, perfectly preserved, is your penis, in the
erect state you so fondly remember from years of admiring it in a
mirror.
At least they left it for me, you think, and I still have something
to remember all the good times.
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Thecia's Education | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Thecia learns new things.Fiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s Education
My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. I’m an engineer by trade but
cutting is my passion.
Over the years I’ve had women offer to pay for the privilege of slicing off a
set of ripe balls. I would never do it for the fear that infection or some
other complication would cause a legal problem for me.
Through my mentor, Digger, I met a woman called Angela, it seems she had been
gang raped by her live-in boyfriend and some of his friends. Her own
prescription for therapy was to cut a mans nuts off.
While I wouldn’t allow that on my watch, so to speak, I did have an answer.
I heard of a group that practiced just this type of therapy. Thorough another
underground cutter in Chicago I found the group. They were headquartered in,
of all places, Des Moines IA. Their practice is to capture and transport
rapists and child molesters to their underground compound and use their balls
to help others cope with bad experiences.
I made arrangements for Angela and me to visit. Their fee was $5,000.00 and
for that the client would get to torture and cut off a set of deserving balls.
Angela understood that if she couldn’t bring herself to do the cutting, it
would be done for her and no money would be refunded. She would also be
allowed to view any other procedures going on at the same time.
The facility was in the basement of an ambulance garage. The ambulttes were
used for transport of the victims. Police rarely stop and ambulette and even
if they did there would be nothing suspicious about a heavily drugged patient.
We were met by a woman called Nancy, who was obviously in charge. Angela gave
Nancy the stack of postal money orders totaling $5000. and we were escorted to
the basement. There were four “work rooms” and two of them were occupied. One
woman had dropped 10 big ones to have an exploding ball contest. Using wooden
carpenter clamps she was taking a half of a turn at a time on two balls. One
attach to a big black man and the other hanging from a slight white man. With
each turn the respective ball would get flatter, they were both about a half
inch thick but not ruptured. Each mans right nut was untouched. The men were
screaming in pain and each had passed out at least once already. When a man
passed out the game would stop and the man would be revived. The men were told
that the winner would keep his balls. On the next turn of the screw the white
guy’s ball exploded. It popped like a balloon but with a deeper sound. The man
passed out. The woman turned to the black man, gently released the almost flat
ball and caressed it with soothing oil. She said to the man, “do you remember
the promise, that when you win you will keep your balls? Well, I lied.” With
that she raised a 20 oz. hammer and brought it down on the tortured ball. It
exploded like the other one, but with much more force.
This was beginning to be fun, when the hammer crushed the doomed ball. I had
an orgasm, I think Angela did too.
The woman held the black man’s nutsack and drew a straight razor across the
neck of it. Both the good ball and the pureed one came off in her hand. She
pulled the still round one out by its cords and tossed the rest into a garbage
can that was provided there. She did the same with the white guy’s manhood. We
watched as she wrapped dental floss tightly around the base of each penis.
When they began to turn blue she drew the razor across each shaft and they now
belonged to her.
We now met Angela’s subject. He was a large man of mid –eastern origin. The
man was strapped to a gurney and naked. We learned that he was a child
molester. His balls were impressive, nice big ones. I could tell that by her
look that Angela would enjoy this. She caressed his limp dick until it rose
and hardened before us. She said, “Do you like this, pig?” He nodded in
assent. She expertly worked his now large cock until pre-cum began to seep out
of the tip. Angela said, “Oh! Big man, you’re going to cum for me!” With that
the first drop came out followed by a shooting ribbon. She bent it upward and
it shot into his face, the next few ribbons fell on his chest and stomach. An
impressive load, from a doomed set of balls. She scooped up the spent spunk
and wiped it from her hands onto his face.
Angela’s torture device of choice was a small set of nail clippers.
She told the man, “A set of balls like this hurt me once, this pair will never
hurt anyone again.”
With the little clippers she began to take tiny bites of ball and scrotal
material. Each nip was about half the size of a pencil eraser. When the entire
bottom of his nut sack was gone along with about half of the nuts, she tired
of the game and attacked his no longer hard cock. There was so much blood that
I thought the guy was going to bleed to death. She allowed me to stem some of
the blood and went back to her work. In the end we just cut the whole bloody
mess from his body.
We watched two more nuttings. In one room the woman just walked in, grabbed
the guy’s ball sack and sliced them off with one stroke. She then turned her
back and walked out. The woman in the second room kicked the man’s nuts to a
pulp and then just cut them off. It was a fun day.
We were told the castrated men would be transported to a far away city and
abandoned in the inner city.
On the way back to the airport we stopped at a steakhouse called “The
Cattleman” for dinner. I had an “Iowa Beef” porterhouse steak and Angela had
sirloin tips with gravy. I guess nutting makes both of us hungry.
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
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The DVD of the Future | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Inspired by Videodrome (1983) by David Cronenberg | The DVD of the Future… by nutmenow
I remember my balls were heavy and filled with at least two weeks of cum. It's
funny
how you remember the stupid little details of seemingly insignificant days.
Looking
back, it was an ordinary day. Work, gym, class, home, study. Night classes had
destroyed my social life and I was sure I could boast to the Guinness Book of
World
Records that I had the "Largest Set of Blue Balls."
The tiny apartment came with a tiny mailbox in a wall. Usually it is empty, or
filled with
the previous tenants mail. The brown paper wrapped package was addressed to
someone,
I never could read the scribble, but the apartment number was correct. I threw
my bags
on the chair next to the TV and opened the brown wrapper with a beer to keep
me
company.
The box contained a single piece of paper and a DVD. The paper was covered
with more
scribbles and indecipherable mathematics. It looked like German, but the math
looked
like something from Area 51. The DVD was unlabeled, so I put it in the
machine. The
screen flickered and the movie began. A screen of text scrolled by with a
backdrop of
some tropical paradise. The text was German, so was the hot babe in spandex
that
strolled onto the set. The palm trees and sand were as fake as her tits, but
she looked like
a porn star in all the tight spandex. Obviously an exercise show from Germany,
but why
send it across the ocean to a tiny apartment in the middle of the city?
She stretched and breathed and the spandex shrank and clung. As the blonde
bombshell
got on all fours to kick back her leg, I could feel my pants shrink as my cock
grew to full
attention. Her breasts were squeezed between her arms and they thrust forward
with
every "mule kick." The cameraman must have been a very horny guy because he
focused
on her breasts and face, completely ignoring the exercise with the legs.
The tape continued and all I saw was her chest and face. Even when she moved
around
and did various exercises, the cameraman ignored the exercise and focused on
the navel
up. The whole tape was a German babe with her large breasts jiggling and lips
pursed
together inhaling and exhaling. I had my pants off and was sitting on the
floor in front of
the TV enjoying the show when I felt a breeze. The cameraman had zoomed in
further to
just film her lips.
Large ruby plump lips made a large circle on the screen. I heard the German
babe inhale
and then exhale squeezing the lips to a small point on the screen. Air flowed
freely from
the TV on each exhale. I stopped sliding my hand up and down my eight-inch
sausage in
a cold sweat. My initial thought was that I was being filmed without my
knowledge and
the focus of a practical joke. I reached up to feel the screen for a hidden
vent or hose and
my hand went straight through the screen to grab a large tooth.
I pulled my hand back and lipstick was on my thumb. I put my whole arm through
the
set and felt no end to the depth. My TV is less than three feet deep and I
should have felt
the back of the TV if it was a practical joke. Logic failed and my cock
throbbed. The
cameraman zoomed out and showed the German babe with her back on the ground
with
her arms to her side. I remember thinking that she must be doing some bicycle
motion
with her legs. The large breasts swayed and jiggled from side to side at the
top of the
screen and her head blew quick blasts of air from the bottom.
I reached up and played with her breasts. Having my hands full, I decided to
slide my
cock into her mouth. If she were in the room, we would have been in a standing
69, but
this way, my hands were busy playing with tits and not holding her in the air.
My balls
slapped against her nose and the pain distracted me from the soft red lips and
smooth
tongue. Reaching down, I slide one testicle in her mouth and then the other.
She sucked
them both in and then my cock slammed into her throat.
Her lips squeezed around my entire package and her tongue fought the balls and
base of
the cock. The throat was tight and she swallowed rhythmically around the
sensitive tip.
If she had been real, she would have died from asphyxiation with in the first
two minutes,
but five minutes in I was near orgasm and she was sweating from the leg
workout. My
knees framed her face and both my hands were under her spandex twisting and
tweaking.
It was a tight fit inside the TV. My shoulders and feet hung outside, the rest
was stroking
German babe.
I came with two fists full of silicone enhanced breasts and a German babe's
nose up my
ass as I fired two weeks of cum down her throat. Looking behind the TV I half
expected
a puddle of cum to form, but it never did. I ground my ass and balls into her
face. My
cock softened and her tongue started fighting the limp intruder and two orbs.
I laid my
head on top of the TV in bliss. A few more minutes of rest and I would have
rewound to
her stretching. The thought of sliding her spandex to the side and pounding
ass for an
hour put a smile on my face, and probably would have been good exercise.
Then I felt nothing. Being inside the TV, looking at the top of the tube, I
had no idea
why. My knees felt wood beneath them, and then my cock and balls were in warm
paste.
A piece of wood pushed them down and my cock and balls were trapped. I fell
backwards trying to pull them free, but only my hands and torso touched
carpet. Looking
up I saw my knees on a counter top of a kitchen and a meat grinder between my
legs. My
feet dangled from the edge of the TV and I tried to pull my package from the
metal tube,
but the lid was locked and quickly cutting off the blood supply to my cock and
balls.
I pull my eyes from the meat grinder and looked up to the German equivalent of
Martha
Stewart. She was babbling about something with one hand on the lid and the
other on the
old style hand crank. She slowly raised the handle and I felt the teeth pull
on my sack.
Then a tooth caught my foreskin. I clawed the carpet as she slowly turned the
handle. I
started to reach up to grab her hand. Then she stopped talking and with a tip
of her
tongue extending from her lips in exertion, she furiously worked the handle.
My man
meat became a few sausages and some stuffing for a duck.
The DVD continued for about two more hours. A rollercoaster, remote
waterfalls, and even
underwater ship exploration from the comfort of your own home.
Just don't change the channel...
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Why I Had My Nuts Cut Off | TG, TESTICLES, MINOR | Why I had my nuts cut off | ` I can't tell you how relieved becoming a Eunuch been for me. I wanted to get
away from my fantasies of being dominated and having people hurt me for sexual
gratification. My desire to have people hurt me for sexual gratification
really depressed me. I can't tell you how many nights I layed in bed thinking
I should just blow my brains out. If you are someone out there who takes
gratification from people performing degrading acts of pain and humiliation on
you then you have severe mental problems. I know it cost me much of my
emotional sanity for many years. `
Also, I'm not counting light play domination between people who love each
other as sadistic domination, that's just play. I needed domination because
the other fetish that aroused me was little youn adolescent and prepubescent
girls. I never acted on these impulses. But for some sick reason little girls
made my dick real hard. I masturbated alot to the mental images of these young
schoolgirls sucking my dick and stroking my cock. I never acted on these
impulses. But because I fantasized about it to such a high degree when I did
seek out sexual interaction with a real partner I wanted them to punish me for
the awful thoughts that go through my head.
That's why I went scheduled an appointment with the good doctor in
Philadelphia and had my nuts cut off surgically. I still masturbate, but my
dick never really becomes hard. I couldn't penetrae anyone if I wanted to.
Unfortunately I still fantasize about little girls while I jack off, but my
depression is greatly reduced since I know I can never act on the impulse.
Since being castrated I have even started cross dressing and taking it up the
ass like a queer. I find that receiving anal sex greatly increases my
occasional desire to jack off. It's almost like sucking dick and taking it up
the ass is a safe alternative to my desires. I even dress as a schoolgirl
maybe fulfilling another sick bastards perverted desires.
I greatly suggest this as a lifestyle for other perverts like me who get
turned on by looking at little girls or boys that should never be desired by
an adult.
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A Short Story | **[eunuch.org/_private/stories_ahdr.htm]**
## A Short Story
**Date:** 12 Oct 1997
**Time:** 21:39:44
**Remote Name:** 205.186.81.236
**Remote User:**
### description
A young boy meets some very strange neighbors. (castration threat)
### Comments
I was 12 years old very nice boy. In our neighborhood was a farm. The farmer
was 50 yers and her wife some younger. They had no children. The farmer like
to castrate animals. He was often asked to other farms to castrate a pork in
an age of 3..4 weeks. One summer day I was in their house. The farmer and his
wife were in the room. I had been there many times earlier, but this time they
looked at me on a somehow special way. They both smiled to me and looked at
themselves. Then the man asked me to come to him. I went to him. He took me
sitting on his knee. He said:"Could we now examine, what you have here between
your legs". The wife smiled and said:" maybe it is a right time to examine,
because you are allready 12" I was scared, but on the same time exited. The
wife came also to and they opened my trousers and then draw rapidly my pants
down. The wife lifted my blues up, so I was naked sitting on the knee of the
man. I pressed my thighs together and tryed to go out. However the man took a
strong grip on my hands and kept me on his knee. The wife touched my genitals
and said: "I think it is just a right time to examine this boy...hmmm...the
penis is still small...hmm the foreskin is very long...but these testicles are
already rather big" I could see and feel how the wife was exited. Her hands
eved starred. She pressed gently my foreskin, which was very long and thick.
With her other hands she cupped my testicles, which had arisen on my thighs.
She said:"His testicles are rather big and heavy compared with his small
penis..I think it is just a right time to castrate this boy...you may already
have jerks" The man fastened me on his pelvis and took a strong grip on my
wrists. I could go away. The wife visited shortly a cabin and I noticed a
folding razor in her hand. The wife said:" I think we make the both necessary
operations, we first circumcise his long foreskin..his foreskin is so long and
delicateus..it has to be circumcised...then we castrate him...his testicles
are rather big and there is no other choise than to castrate him" Then I could
release myself and I escaped from the house. Afterwards I remembered the event
and now I find it extremely exiting
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It's your balls if you skil on the check | WARNING, TESTICLES | Ralph couldn't pay his bar bill and was nearly nutted because of it. | How had this happened? Ralph had been drinking at a run-down bar and… and yes,
now he remembered the blonde whore had picked his pocket and the bartender was
not very understanding. At the barman’s signal, a thin msn had zapped him with
a billy club and now he was. . .where? He had awakened on a padded floor,
completely naked. Lying next to him was another man, in the same condition.
They seemed to be in a boxing ring, but how could that be? All of a sudden he
became aware of an audience, about twenty well-dressed couples in comfortable
seats all around the ring.
A man dressed like a referee entered and announced to the crowd: “Good evening
ladies and gentlemen. Today we have two strong men who skipped on their
checks. They will now have the chance to pay their debts by amusing us
tonight. The rules are simple. There are no rules except that only one man
will leave the ring a man. The other will leave only after his balls have been
burst in the ring. Gentlemen, you will fight your opponent. Just as in chess
there are many different moves but only one of them the winning- the taking of
the king- tonight all moves are allowed but the only winning move will be the
taking of your opponent’s testicles. If you choose not to fight both your
balls will be removed, most painfully, Do you understand? Begin.
“This is total bullshit,” Ralph said. “I’m getting the Hell out of here, naked
or not.” Saying this he ran towards the ropes, but was stopped by four heavy-
set men. They laid him on his back. One took out a cattle prod and pressed it
into Ralph’s nutsac. Suddenly, Ralph felt every muscle in his body spasm. He
tried to get into a fetal position, but it was no use. As quickly as it had
started, it ended. The men left Ralph there and stepped out of the ring. As
Ralph staggered to his feet, the sailor took advantage of Ralph’s
disorientation and ran straight for him. Ralph felt the man’s hands grab his
balls and realized that he had better do something in a hurry. The opponent
made a mistake. He squatted as he was pulling Ralph by the balls onto the mat,
with his own hairy balls dangling in mid air. Ralph, in terrible pain and
desperate, kicked out at the nuts in front of him and was awarded with not
only an instant release, but the sight of his tormenter on the ground holding
the kicked gonads.
Ralph began to hit the man on the head and neck. The sailor had to defend
himself, and as soon as he let go of his sac, Ralph grabbed it. They were
slick with sweet. Ralph did his best. He squeezed and pulled with all his
strength when, without warning, the sailor’s sac slipped from his grasp.
Both me were hurting and panting on the mat. As they looked around they saw
that many of the women were masturbating the man sitting next to them, and
some were rubbing their own clits, and other men were whaking themselves off.
As Ralph watched, one man started to cum and his woman gave him a full-force
slam to the nuts. Somehow all this excited Ralph more than he had ever been,
but soon enough he saw his opponent approach. The guy, like Ralph, had a
raging hard-on. Ralph pretended not to notice, and at the last moment rolled
aside when the sailor tried to get on top. And that was the sailor’s mistake.
Ralph was able to reach behind and between the sailor’s leg and get the man’s
ballsac in an iron grip. He twisted the balls and the man fell to the mat like
a falling tree. Ralph was able to stand above the sailor, who landed on his
face, straddling the sailor with the man’s testicles in his hand. The crazy
thought was let’s shove them into the guy’s own ass hole. Instead, Ralph began
to lift the sailor from the mat by the balls. The sailor twisted around, but
Ralph was ready for that and fell the mat behind the sailor- still clutching
the man’s testicles.
Ralph knew how to end it. With both hands on the sac, he placed his feet on
the man’s ass and pulled the testicles while, at the same time pushing with
his feet. Ralph was sure he would rip the guy’s balls off, but at the last
moment they slipped through his fingers. At this point the sailor was out
cold. Ralph had won and was ready to leave. The referee said, “The young
sailor is down, but not unmanned. We await victory. Remember, you must destroy
his manhood to save yours. Hearing this Ralph know that he must finish the job
before the sailor came to. Ralph rolled the sailor onto his stomach, reached
under the man’s belly and pulled the helpless balls onto the mat. Then, like a
man killing cockroaches, Ralph stomped on the man’s balls with all his force.
Through his bare feet Ralph could feel the other’s nuts pop and knew that he
had won. The crowd went crazy. Cum was flying from all sides and the ladies
were moaning in pleasure.
Ralph WAS released, his balls swollen and badly bruised, but he recovered. As
for the sailor, nobody knows what happened to him.
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Freeze | **[eunuch.org/_private/stories_ahdr.htm]**
## Freeze
**Date:** 18 Nov 1997
**Time:** 18:12:06
**Remote Name:** 207.93.153.82
**Remote User:**
### description
A girlfriend gets revenge on her abusive boyfriend. (testicles)
### Comments
Me and my girlfriend had had a really big fight. I guess I hit a couple of
times too. I never hit a girl before but we got into this really serious fight
and I just lost it. Afterwards she was as placid as a lamb. She never acted
like that before. For the next few weeks we saw each other like usual and we
even had sex though she was much more tranquil. We weren't fighting or
anything. It was eerie. Not that fights were a usual thing but once in a while
it is normal for a blow up. I felt that something was wrong with her but I
couldn't figure it out. One evening after about three weeks of this she called
me up at three in the morning and told me to come to her friend joe's house.
"What's wrong?" I inquired. "Oh nothing, I just really need to see you."
I should have known something was up but I got myself dressed and took the
thirty minute drive. I got to the house and she was standing at the door. She
led me in and we went to the cellar where joe was sitting across from me. He
greeted me in a low non emotional voice. My girlfriend told me she would
return in a minute. That minute turned into an hour and one half.
As soon as she left the room, I was grabbed by two big guys behind me and
pushed forward onto the floor. My clothes were literally ripped off me and a
bunch of other guys came in. One guy was vaguely familiar. He identified
himself as my girlfriends' brother. He told me that when he was done with me
I'd never hurt his sister again. With that, I felt the searing pain of one of
the guys plowing his member into my tight virgin ass. One after one they
fucked me as hard as they could until I had been fucked by twelve guys. I was
left to lay there in pain for fifteen minutes.
Four guys came back into the room and grabbed me by my arms and waist. They
carried me into the next room where a table had been set up with straps on all
of its' corners. It sort of resembled a doctors examination table. I was
pushed onto it and then tied down face up so securely that I couldn't move
even 1/2 inch. I was then gagged securely and blindfolded.
Suddenly music was playing and I heard my girlfriends voice in my ear. " Did
you learn your lesson or do you need more punishment? " I tried to tell her I
was sorry but only muffled noise escaped. She told me she couldn't here me and
repeated. I kept trying to speak but could not get out anything. Then she
whispered " I forgive you. Now you can relax and let me show you how. "
My heart was racing and I was scared. I did not know what would happen next. I
shuttered as I felt a warm open mouth engulf my flaccid small penis. Soon the
mouth started to suck and the sensation in my dick began to outpower the
anxiety I was feeling. I became fully erect as the lips clenched tightly and
the mouth produced strong pressure up and down. I knew it was my girlfriend
from the style of blowjob I was getting. All my fears subsided as the pleasure
increased. Now I started to feel a weird sensation as if an athletic cup was
being put over my balls. It couldn't be a cup though because my dick was
getting the best sucking it had ever had. The sucking stopped suddenly and my
girlfriend told me she had a special treat for me. She said it would feel cold
for a minute but that my orgasm would be the most intese of my life. Again she
started to suck as my head expanded to full size in her mouth. All of a sudden
I felt a shock of intense cold. It was a strange and uncomfortable clash with
the warm feeling on my head. My balls began to hurt baddly but my erection
continued since I was so cold and the action was so furious. Then, as if it
had never happened, the pain on my balls went away. I felt no pain or
anything. With that loss of pain the intensity of the blowjob became
irresistable and I exploded a torential storm of cum. I must have shot 8
times.
I was then un blindfolded, untied and released. My girlfriend was not there. I
was told by joe that she had to run and that I was now free to go. As I bent
over to grab my underwear, I saw to my horrible surprise that my balls were
white and smoking. I didn't know what had been done. I touched them only to
find they were rocks. They had been frozen in liquid nitrogen. Within ten
minutes they defrosted but were dead.
Within two days my balls and sack were black and foul smelling. I had to be
rushed to the hospital for emergency castration to save me from infection.
I'll never hit a woman again.
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Forcibly Castrated by a Young Guy | STRAIGHT, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, chemical castration | A hot stud is chemically castrated by a younger guy | Forcibly Castrated by a Young Guy
I was the life of the party. I had a nice, fat 8 inch dick with low hanging
balls. I had the pick of any girl I wanted. I was athletic, muscular and HOT.
I loved fucking the girls but I couldn’t always match my horny dick with a
waiting hole. My need for constant relief led me to an X rated bookstore. I
loved to go into the booths and stick my huge dick through the hole. I loved
to have a nice warm mouth suck my pole and empty my jizz. I soon found out
that guys were much better at sucking cock than any of my girlfriends.
I was in the bookstore one day and a young guy walked in. He went into the
booth right in front of me and I entered in the booth right next door. He
started sucking me and in no time had me hard as a rock. He asked me if I
wanted to go to his house and have a couple of beers. I was so horny that I
agreed. We got to his apartment and he gave me a cold one. As we drank, he
asked me if I wanted any weed. I couldn’t believe my luck. Weed really makes
me horny and I couldn’t wait to unload in his hot mouth. He started sucking me
and worked me into a frenzy. As I was on the edge, he stopped sucking and
said: “Wanna fuck my hot, tight ass stud? You can fuck me hard and long and
deep if you will get on your knees and suck my cock.”
I wasn’t thinking and I fell to my knees and started sucking him. He shot his
jizz into my mouth. He got it so far down my throat that I couldn’t help but
swallow his huge load.
I mounted his hot ass and started fucking him like a hot pussy. He had me
talking to him and telling him how hot his ass was. When I shot my load, he
offered me some more weed. I got really buzzed and fell asleep. When I woke
up, I was tied to the bed. I tried to get loose but it was impossible. I told
him to let me go. He laughed and turned on the DVD player. I could not believe
what I was seeing. I was sucking, getting sucked and fucking. He threatened to
give a copy to my friends and my girlfriend if I didn’t beg him to fuck me. I
begged him to fuck me. He untied my legs and fucked me like a bitch. Then he
told me that he would give me all of the pics and vids if I submitted to him
for 3 months. I agreed. He injected me with a huge dose of Depo-Provera. He
also gave me some pills to take. They were for depression and he knew that
they would make it very difficult to get hard and orgasm. Then he put a
chastity device on my dick. “No fucking or jerking off for a week stud. Take
the pills three times a day and come back here one week from today.”
I obeyed. I was really horny all week and couldn’t wait to get to his
apartment for my relief. When I entered, he ordered me to strip and lay on his
bed. He tied me down so that I was totally helpless. Then he took out a needle
and injected me with another shot of depo-provera. Then he took off my
chastity device and started to suck my limp dick. It wouldn’t get fully hard
but I wanted to jut my dick and get off. I got so close several times but
could not orgasm. He put a vibrator in my ass and then started jerking again.
I shot a huge wad. He walked over to his dresser and got out an electric
razor. He told me that I didn’t deserve a thick bush of sex hair. He shaved
off all my sex curls and then told me to go into the bathtub and shave off the
rest of the pubic stubble. When I was as smooth as a little boy, he told me to
call my girlfriend. “Tell her that you want to make out tonight. Tell her that
you are house sitting for your friend Kyle who is out of town. Invite her here
and do her on my bed.”
I did as I was told. My girl told me that she would be right over. In about an
hour my girl was knocking on the door. She came in and started kissing me and
rubbing my cock through my shorts. “I need you to fuck me right now Mike. I
haven’t had sex in over a week. I need your hard cock now. I need you to pound
my pussy with your hard ramrod.” We stripped. When I took off my boxers, Marie
laughed. “You look so cute and boyish without your man hair.” She got down on
her knees and started to suck my smooth shaven dick. She worked on my dick for
15 minutes. I tried and tried to get my dick hard but I just couldn’t get it
up. She stopped sucking and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I had
jerked off earlier in the day. She was pissed. “Mike, I need to be fucked so
bad. Oh my God I am soooooo horny.”
At that moment Kurt walked into the bedroom. He was totally nude. His hard
cock jutted out from his thick bush of sex hair. His dick was dripping with
desire. “Mike get on your knees and suck my hard cock. Jerk your little penis.
Show your girl how you get hard when you have a vibrator up your ass.”
As Marie looked on in shock, Kurt turned on the DVD player. It showed scenes
of me getting fucked by a vibrator. She continued to watch the DVD as I sucked
Kurt’s cock and then was fucked by his huge pole.
Then Kurt told my girl and I that he had been chemically castrating me without
my knowledge.
“Mike, I have partially castrated you and with this shot of Depo-Provera, you
will not be getting hard for a long time. Now watch a real man fuck your horny
girlfriend.”
He fucked her hard and she loved it. She could not get enough of his hard
cock. They both told me that I would have to continue to submit to forcible
chemical castration or they would show the world all the pictures and videos
they had made of me. I was trapped and my powerful manhood was being deflated
and defeated with every shot and pill. They told me to come back in one week.
I walked into Kurt’s apartment the next week and was told to strip. Kurt tied
me to the bed and played with my uncut dick. It was limp and small but I was
hopeful that one day it would return to its former 8 inch glory. He applied
estrogen cream to my cock and balls. Over time, my dick and balls were really
shrinking.
Kurt got out another needle full of Depo-Provera. He injected it into my ass
and then started laughing. “Look at that tiny, little, shaved boy pee pee. It
is so small and tiny. I bet you are looking forward to the day when you can
thrust that big cock again. I bet you dream of getting away from Marie and me
and reversing your chemical castration. Marie’s friend is going to dash those
hopes dude.” Marie and her girlfriend entered the bedroom. Marie played with
my little pee pee and then introduced her friend Gail. “Gail is a urologist
and she is going to circumcise that little uncut pee pee of yours. She is
going to make the cut high and tight. She is also going to remove some of your
excess scrotal skin. You will really look like a boy when she gets done with
you.” You can’t reverse what she does. Your stud humping days are over for
good.”
I could not believe that Kurt had forcibly castrated me through chemicals. I
was reduced from a stud humping man to a tiny dicked boy.
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Muscleballs Again | TESTICLES | Beautiful young bodybuilder\'s balls are smashed. | ` Eric knew he had let the team down one too many times. He had showed up for
the game stoned and the team had lost badly because of him. Now, he was going
to have to pay the price. `
He had been strongarmed into the coach's back office by 4 burly teammates and
assistants, stripped, and strapped to the punishment table. His ankles were
strapped to two corners, and his knees spread apart and strapped to the sides
so that his muscular thighs were splayed. His wrists were bound at the other
two table corners just above head level so that his arms were bent and his
arms flexed and showed the musculature of his biceps and shoulders.
He was gorgeous. Just turned 18, smooth all over except for pubic, pit and
some calf hair, his rippling musculature was a sight to behold. His biceps
were over 16 inches now thanks to licting all the time, and his pecs were
thick slabs of young muscle. The abs were well-defined and ripped, and were
impressive to anyone with an unbiased eye.
He strugged in vain against his bonds and knew it was useless.
The coach then entered and approached. He held in his hand the two-sided bowl
which was placed around and underneath the young stud's sack and secured. His
flaccid penis was secured out of the way by a couple of straps, so that it
rested upward against the athlete's lower abs. A hard molded vinyl shield was
placed upon the young man's lower body, underneath the scrotum bowl and
covering the lower abs, penis and upper thighs, just enough to prevent injury
or bruising to the skin and tissue of the young body beneath. He was ready.
The shield and the bowl resulted in Eric's ball sac being totally volnerable
and exposed without having bothersome other parts being hurt or in the way.
Eric's balls were smooth, medium-large in size, and nicely separated in the
sac. It would take more than one hit at least. If Eric's nuts were tough like
the rest of his body, it would take more than two.
The coach reached for the rubber mallet used for purposes such as this, and
Eric gulped. He knew there was no hope. His manhood was to be taken fromhim in
a moment. He would never be a man. He was the zenith of muscular perfection,
rippling with muscle, with an extraordinarily handsome face, but he could
never be a man. That was soon to be gone forever.
The coach gently fondled the tender young testicles, rolling them together in
his hand. What a shame to have to waste such a powerful young hunk. But rules
are rules. Eric whimpered and his eyes teared slightly. The balls were tender,
full, meaty, and oh so helpless.
The coach thought he shouldlet Eric come one more time, but decided the hell
with it. He raised the mallet over his head and with a powerful force drive it
into the teenager's sac. The mallet mainly missed the left ball, and hit the
right one squarely. The bowl prevented the sac from retreating anywhere, so
that the ball absorbed the full impact of the blow. Eric screamed in pain and
agony. The coach let loose again to the right ball, and this time Eric tried
to retch, but he had not eaten anything so it was only a dry heave. But his
ball was history.
The coach f6elt it to be sure,and then turned his attention to Eric's
remaining testicle. One last chance to spare this muscleboy, but rules are
rules and the coach decided to get it over with. Eric was heaving greatly,
sobbing, thrashing his head,and straining against his bonds. The coach was
impressed--there is nothing like ball pain to make a young athlete or young
bodybuilder like Eric show off musculature.
Oh well, back to work. The left nut was lying there waiting to be taken,and
the coach wasted no more time. It took 3 blows, but the ball finally popped
into several pieces in Eric's pulverized sac as the neutered muscleboy lay
sobbing on the table.
"You guys clean him up and get him out of here," the Coach told his
assistants. "I have other things to do. You guys do whatever you want with
him."
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Captured by Kowabungas - Conclusion | STRAIGHT, WARNING, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, GENITAL MUTILATION | A British expedition in the mid 19th. century to investigate rumors of canniballistic dietary customs by a Congolese tribe gets first hand confirmation. | Some of the Kowabungas released the bonds holding captive's arms, thus
allowing them to sit up. They still kept our feet tied so that we could not
move around. I was watching what appeared to be preparations for a meal when I
suddenly felt something biting one of my feet. I looked down to see a chicken
like bird pecking at my big toe. I shook my foot and shouted at it. Startled,
the bird scurried away squawking. Seeing what had occurred, Onan laughed.
"That was a Chack," he said. "They make good eating but the males are, for
some reason, attracted to human feet."
There was now a lot of activity near the fire pit, where a good sized fire had
been started. The eight pans contining our former body parts were arranged in
front of an elderly tribesman who seemed to be in charge of preparing them for
cooking..He took one of the tubes of penis skin and then pushed a testicle
into one end of it, leaving the cords hanging out. He then took what appeared
to be nuts and chopped up vegetables from a dish and inserted them into the
other end of the tube. Next he pushed the second testicle in after the
veggies. This filled the roughly 5 inch long tube almost to the ends, and he
finished by tying up the ends with the testicle cords. Noticing me watching
him he held up the 'sausage' and smacked his lips as if in anticipation of a
good meal.
Actually, he would not be partaking of any of his culinary creations as they
were reserved fot the eight teen-aged boys that had been brought into the
clearing. They were naked except for colored bows that were tied around their
penises. The chef quickly made seven more genital sausages and put them aside
while he hung what looked like eight large carrots from the scaffolding above
the fire. While he was in the process of hanging the the main course over the
flames I heard him singing to himself. I asked Onan if he understood what the
words to the song were. He answered me with, "Fresh nuts roasting on an open
fire, Chack cocks nipping at your toes. Full sized carrots being hung by a
wire, and kids dressed up with fancy bows. Everybody knows some". "That's
enough", I interrupted. "I get the picture."
By this time Cookie had poured some kind of sauce over the roasting
delicacies, and an enticing aroma was wafting our way, making my mouth water.
It wasn't long before the meal was deemed to be cooked to the chef's
satisfaction. and the boys lined up for their dinner. They were each given a
cock and nut sausage, and a carrot. They then came over to us, and bowing,
presented us each with a carrot. Onan told me they were thanking us for our
contribution to their future sex life.
There is really not much more to tell. The Kowabungas kept us in their village
for two days while the ladies checked our bandaged wounds to make sure that
they were healing properly. Then the chief bid us goodby and hoped that we
would not try and seek reprisals for our ordeal. He also presented me with
samples of the Numbweed and the cauterizing ointment. We were then blindfolded
and led back to our encampment. We returned to civilization, paid off our
bearers, giving them a sizeable bonus to help compensate them for the loss of
their procreative powers. Reggie and I then took passage on a vessel bound for
England.
.....................................................
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That was the end of Horace Hardcastle's report - which really was only his
diary and not a proper expedition report at all. I decided to investigate
further. I eventually discovered that Horace and Sir Reginald had never
reached England. Their ship had sunk during a storm in the Bay of Biscay.
Horace's body had been washed ashore on the coast of Portugal. His 'report',
protected in an oilskin pouch, was found in a pocket. There was no sign of the
sample medications mentioned.
Further investigation revealed that the Kowabungas had become extinct. A
neighboring tribe had attacked them and killed most of their virile teenagers.
There were no longer enough of them to be able to maintain a stable population
and the tribe slowly dwindled away. By the turn of the century they were all
gone.
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Nobleman's Daughter | STRAIGHT | Okay. I know that some of you will recognise this as a very old joke. However I have never picked up a reference to it in these archives so quite possibly a few of you won\'t have heard it before. | ` `
The wealthy nobleman had a beautiful daughter who had many suitors.
The nobleman was a miserly old fart who didn't want his daughter to marry. The
mere thought of having to spring for a wedding and a dowry was enough to bring
on his palpitations.
Daughter of course desperately wanted to get married and enjoy conjugal bliss.
She kept on so much about it that in the end her father agreed - but only to a
man who was suitable.
"Suitable father?"
"If he can spend a night in the haunted turret and pass the three terrible
tests then and only then is he the man for you, my dear."
"Very well father." The daughter knew that the haunted turret wasn't really
haunted. It was just the wind and the rats there that scared people so.
Many young men accepted the challenge but they failed the three terrible
tests. They went away and were never heard of again.
One day it chanced that Robin of Yore, a blacksmith's son heard of the
terrible tests and of the beautiful woman of noble blood who would become his
bride if he were to succeed.
"Why not?" he asked himself. I'm dead skint. The family business goes to my
big brother so I've no prospects. What have I got to lose?" So he prepared for
his journey to the nobleman's castle.
Robin of Yore was a most handsome young man of great charm. It was he who had
deflowered all the virgins of the parish including little Angeline who was
only sweet sixteen - but that belongs to another story. He had charmed most of
the wives too in his village and sired not a few children in consequence.
Accordingly on the day he set out there was a grand send off such as the
village hadn't seen since the last crusade. The men turned out to make sure
that he actually went, the distaff element to see him just one last time.
When he arrived at the castle the nobleman's daughter was much taken with
Robin of Yore. He was so good looking in his best doublet and hose. His
codpiece hinted of much pleasure to come. His manners were not those of the
gentry but the nobleman's daughter didn't mind at all. She much fancied a bit
of rough. In any case, there was that last idiot, Sir David of Somewhere or
Something. He was noble but he was such a pompous arrogant twit. He thought
that he was doing them all a favour simply by being there. She'd been so
relieved that he'd failed the tests.
But she wanted this Robyn chap not to fail. He was exactly the sort of fellow
she wanted in her goose-feather bed every night. She didn't know what the
tests were but she did confide to him that the haunted turret wasn't haunted
at all.
Not that it mattered. Robin of Yore had eaten a hearty supper, quaffed plenty
of ale and seduced two of the kitchen maids. He slept like a log in that great
four poster bed. Ghosts or wind or rats didn't have a chance.
It was only when he woke up that saw that the tests had started. On his chest
was a huge piece of stone. On the side facing him were printed the words
"Terrible Test No 1. Throw this stone out the window."
It was heavy but he managed to carry the stone over to the window, rested it
on the ledge and then pushed it over. The stone turned as it fell and he had a
moment to read "Terrible Test No. 2. Stone tied to balls."
Robin's balls had got him in trouble many times before. Quick as a flash he
jumped out of the window to follow the falling stone down into the moat.
As he fell, he saw, written on the castle wall below the window ledge
"Terrible Test No. 3. Balls tied to bed."
"Oh shit!" he said aloud.
End
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Polly wants a pecker!! | NULLIFICATION | A married man accepts an offer of free sex...but finds he gets more than he bargained for! | ` I first met Polly a few weeks after my wife and I moved into our new flat.
She came to our flat, asking how we were settling in..she lived just upstairs.
She was single. She was quite attractive, tall, with firm , round buttocks and
full breasts. `
Over the next few weeks I noticed she was coming to our place quite
frequently, mostly when I wasn't in. Even if I was in , she'd leave me out of
her conversations with my wife. I used to joke with my wife (when Polly wasn't
there) that Polly had a thing for her. My wife would get angry and say I was
being silly.
One day, I came home from work, to find Polly on our doorstep. Thinking she
wanted my wife, I said "She's working late." "It's you I need to talk to,"
said Polly.
We went in together. Polly whipped off her t-shirt, baring her full breasts. I
could se by the erectness and fullness of her nipples that she was hot for me.
"I want you!!" she said. I grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. She pulled
down my trousers, freeing my huge cock and throbbing balls. She jacked me off
almost to orgasm, and then, pulling down her sweat pants and ripping off her
thong, she shoved my manhood into her warm wet pussy. I came almost at once.
Just then, my wife came in. "I can explain..." I started. But she just kneed
me in the balls, really hard. I passed out.
When I awoke I was tied, spreadeagled, to our bed. I was surprised to find my
wife and Polly, standing naked apart from thongs, at the head of the bed.
"Polly has loved me since we met," said my wife. "She wanted me, and I wanted
her, but I said I would never cheat on you. We agreed that if you were ever
unfaithful to me-whoever with- she could have two things she really wants.
One, to fuck me, and two, to emasculate you."
My penis and testicles shrivelled up with fear. Polly reached over to my wife,
and played with her clit till she was begging for more. Polly pushed her to
the ground, whipped off her thong, and went down on her. As my wife came
convulsively, I had a huge hard-on , longer and harder than ever. My balls
were the size of ducks' eggs.
"That's enough!" said Polly, jumping to her feet. "Get the knife!" she said to
my wife. She took my huge erection in her mouth, to keep me hard while my wife
got a kitchen knife. "Too sharp," snapped Polly," We want him to suffer.Bring
a really dull one." I could see the pity on my wife's face. But she went
obediently for a dull knife. As she handed it to Polly she said "You're not
being emasculated for my pleassure, or for Polly's. You're having your manhood
chopped off as punishment for your infidelity."
Polly looked triumphantly at my erect cock and gorged balls. "Say goodbye to
it!!" she said. In my fantasies I'd pictured a quick chop, like that done by a
Saudi headsman. But Polly rested the knife at the base of my manhood, and
slowly sawed off my cock. She handed it to my wife, who sadistically fellated
it. My balls were now hanging out of the scrotum. Polly cut them off, one by
one. She put one in her mouth and chewed it, enjoying a slow orgasm as she did
so. Then she took my severed cock from my wife, and handed her the other ball
to chew. She then put my cock in her own cunt. They had multiple orgasms for
15 minutes afterwards.
Then they patched up my wounds. Polly went away. She returned an hour later,
with my severed penis mounted and stuffed. I later found she'd been to a dyke
taxidermist who specialised in stuffing mens' severed cocks.
"You will do all the housework in this flat and mine," said Polly. "And you
will pleasure us by licking our pussies, and our arses. If you don't we will
show your severed cock to every woman in this little town. Understand?" I
nodded.
And so I started my new life as an emasculated eunuch. Every day I would suck
them both off, period or not. And then I would be forced to watch them fuck
each other senseless....
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A Good Girl (part one) | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | First in a series of short pieces featuring tales inspired by my experiences with the moral set. In this tale a young, auburn delight proposes relief from a certain sin via the application of a time honored Archive tradition : ) | A Good Girl – I
I've dated more than one woman afflicted with fundamentalist Christian
beliefs. To be completely honest, if you're into what I and so many other men
who visit this site are, a nice “born again” or “frum” (For those of you
unfamiliar with Yiddish: A very observant, good Orthodox Jewish girl...at
least while abba is looking.) girl of similar persuasion can be tremendously
stimulating. The following details a very satisfying psychological exercise I
often engaged in with a savory slave of Christ.
I lay across the bed, legs splayed, a vulgar erection for all to see. She was
very close, pressed against my side, long auburn hair draped sensuously across
my shoulder, her sweet head resting thereabouts. Massive breasts brushed
against my abdomen, nipples drawn tight with desire. With skill unbecoming
such a proper young woman, she manipulated my full balls, saturated as they
were from her teasing. Another delicate, pale hand lightly stroked the shaft
of my engorged member, sending waves of pleasure down the shaft. I could
barely see a healthy auburn thicket announcing itself from betwixt creamy
thighs. “Can you lay back?” I ventured, stroking her velvet shoulder. “Nooo,”
she whined softly like a schoolgirl. “That's not going to change!” she
continued, but it was a soft exclamation. At least she wasn't angry. “We're
not married,” she said, stating the obvious. I could have cared less, but out
of respect for her wishes, I quickly dropped the subject..
“I'll finish this time,” she said, her digital ministrations becoming baroque.
“But only if you swear,” she continued. “Whatever you want, just don't stop,”
I plead, my voice twinged with desperation. “This has to be the last time we
ever do anything like this, outside of marriage. And.......you can't
masturbate.....ever again,” she said emphatically, glancing up into my eyes
for a moment. “Ever....” she added, knowing me for what I was. I uttered a
mournful sigh, and then took a breath to speak, but she stopped her efforts
cold and raised herself up, partially topping me, my thigh between her own,
her hot fur and moist lips pressing against my leg. Her breasts were now
pressed against my chest, the granite like nipples nearly penetrating me. Full
green eyes stared into my own, a wild nest of auburn splendor was everywhere.
My dick jerked in literally painful neglect, a little precum oozing from the
tip from the excitement of her sudden proximity. “Swear,” she squeaked, in a
register and quality calculated to make my balls churn in their own juices.
Feathery little kisses were now planted all over my lips and nose to seal the
deal. I would have agreed to anything. “I swear,” I croaked. She grinned
sweetly, and assumed her former position and task.
Delicate fingers stroked my dick to maddening heights, pausing occasionally to
play with the urethral opening and employ my generous precum as lubricant. “I
know you, Richard,” she said almost inaudibly, voice quavering with passion.
“You may not realize it, but I know your very soul. I know you're weak, your
desire is just too strong,” she continued, a little louder now, and with more
emphasis. “I wont let you down! I wont let you break your oath,” I felt her
body shift against mine, and looked down to see what she was up to. “I'll make
sure you keep it! You have too much desire, Richard. You have too much
desire,” she chanted. Something shone in her grip, some small, foreign object.
She brought it roughly to bear against the root of my penis, and I felt what I
imagined was the bite of a blade. I sat upright immediately, and saw she was
indeed digging something into the base of my cock, all the while stroking
madly away. I could feel it biting into my flesh, and the thought excited me
no end. At that moment, I hoped that she was truly sawing off my cock at the
point of orgasm, curing me of my habits permanently. “I'm going to take away
your sin, Richard! Take away your lust!” At that I shot voluminous amounts of
fluid from my dick, decorating her face and some of her lovely hair.
I fell back onto the pillows exhausted as she toweled my seed off her face and
hair. When she'd done all she could, she tossed the towel aside and turned to
kiss me. “That was wonderful, baby,” she purred, and gave a long, incredibly
sexy lick along the length of the letter opener we used for such play, and
smiled warmly before putting the thing away. That revived me a bit, and my
hand wandered once again to forbidden territory, scouting the upper limits of
the auburn forest. “Maybe in a few minutes you could lay back....” I began
before she cut me short. “Not unless we're getting married tonight!” she
replied, smacking me with the towel before affording me a choice view of her
pale rear as she sauntered away. “Come on before the water gets cold,” she
beaconed before exiting the room. I gladly followed her off to the shower, my
penis showing faint signs of life. Such a good girl.
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My " _________ Wonder" | TESTICLES | HOW IT HAPPENED BY ACCIDENT | ` MARRIED FOR 'BOUT 24 YEARS. NO GREAT SEX LIFE, BUT GOOD ENOUGH. GOT TO A
POINT WHERE HE HAD A DIFFICULT TIME URINATING. I FOUND A LUMP IN THE SHOWER,
AND WAS TOLD HOW TO EXAMINE HIM. NO PROBLEM AFTER 24 YEARS. FELT IT IN HIS
RECTUM ALSO. PROSTATE CANCER THEY SAID AT HOSPITAL. I UNDERSTAND THAT
TESTICLES CAUSE THAT CONDITION TO BE WORSE (SO THEY SAY). THEY REMOVED HIS AS
WELL AS PART OF PROSTATE. BETTER THAN DEATH FROM NOT BEING ABLE TO URINATE. HE
GOT OVER IT IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS, AND I GOT THE BEST SEX EVER FROM HIM CAUSE
HE COULD NOT _________, BUT WANTED TO. SELFISH ON MY PART I GUESS. ATROPHY
HAPPENED A LITTLE LATER, BUT ALSO HE LOST INTEREST AT ABOUT THE SAME TIME. IT
WORKED OUT OK, BECAUSE NOW HE'S NOT MISSING WHAT HE DOES NOT NEED. I FOUND OUT
THAT A FRESH EUNUCH IS PROBABLY THE BEST I WILL EVER GET, BUT IT DOES NOT LAST
FOR LONG (ABOUT A MONTH). I'M KIND OF DOMINATE ANYHOW, AND HE'S A NICE LITTLE
PUSSY NOW. GUESS HE SPOILED ME FOR THAT COUPLE OF WEEKS AFTER THE CASTRATION.
WE STILL GET ALONG WELL, BUT I'VE GOT A "BALL-LESS WONDER" NOW. I UNDERSTAND
WHY THE ROMANS AND EGYPTIANS HAD SO MANY --- BUT AT THEIR CHOICE. WE CAN'T DO
THAT NOW EVEN IF HE IS WILLING. I'M 51. WHY IS IT OK FOR US TO GET "FIXED" BUT
NOT THE MEN. I LOVE IT NOW, AND WE JOKE ABOUT IT. WISH I HAD A "FRESH" ONE
EVERY WEEK LIKE CLEOPATRA DID. EUNUCHS WERE MUCH ADMIRED AT ONE TIME, AND I
STILL ADMIRE MINE. A NICE GUY GETS NICER, BUT TOO BAD MOST LOSE INTEREST. I
GOT MINE BY ACCIDENT, BUT NOW GLAD I DID. WISH I HAD ANOTHER ONE "FRESH". MY
STORY IS CRUDE, BUT I'VE LEARNED THE VALUE FO A EUNUCH! GUESS I'M A SELFISH,
DOM _____? THAT'S ALL. WOULD LIKE TO TALK TO GIRLS WITH SAME SITUATION. HOW DO
YOU LIKE IT? CALL ME, BUT I MIGHT HAVE TO CRASH IF I GET CAUGHT. THIS IS A
TOUCHY SUBJECT!
* * *
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Fresh Roast of an Old Chestnut | TESTICLES | Abnormal lyrics by a mellow tormentor. You know the tune. How’s your little prune? | ♫
Your nuts roasting on an open fire
Jack-knife clipping at your hose
Eunuch scrotums being hung on a wire
Dicks dressed down by Eskimos
♫
Everybody knows a cock head and some
Blow torches help to make the season bright
Tiny tits with their nips all aglow
Will find be a good hard fuck tonight
♫
They know that Theica’s on her way
She's added lots of glans and gonads
To her prey
And ev'ry motherfucker has
Gone wild, to spy and see if
Testes really know how to fly
♫
And so, we’re offering this
Friendly phrase to eunuchs from
None to ninety-two
Although this is said in the merriest way
"Have some good fucks for you"
♫
♫
♫
_(Fuck CB too)_
♫
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Circle of Grace - Pt II | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The completion of a circle of grace | ` Royce and I were obsessively puntual people. Leslie had asked us to be at
her office by 6:30 p.m. We had both fasted that day, having filled up on
lobster, steak and salad the night before and feasting on each other. I wanted
to be as much a part of this as possible. `
Royce pulled up to Leslie's office. I noticed some tension in the veins of his
temple. "Hon, do you want this? "We can bail out if you want." I questioned. I
took notice of his hesitation before he replied with a kiss and a squeeze of
my hand. "No, let's go."
A small bell signaled our entry into the reception area. Leslie, tall at 5'10,
d-cup breasts, trim waist and thighs greeted us with graciousness. I got the
hug; he got the handshake.
"Royce, welcome. Let's get the formalities out of way." Leslie led him to an
office to read over the paperwork. He signed on the dotted line, as I laid my
hands on his shoulders.
"Royce, I want you to change into a gown and we'll begin slowly," Leslie
directed. There was no missing Royce's huge erection through his pants. It was
evident that the good doctor was making him aroused. I held no jealousy as I
knew that he appreciated attractive women.
Royce managed a "thank you" before he slipped into a changing area to don the
blue gown. Leslie came to me. "Is he okay?" she asked unsure of his demeanor.
"Yes," I replied, "He is just going into his own spiritual stuff in
preparation." "All right then, so how do you want to do this?" Leslie asked
bluntly. "Shall we get him off one more time before the surgery?" The smile
was apparent on my face. "Oh, Let's" I replied. "Do you mind if I touch him?"
Leslie asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"At this point, I have no objection. If anything it will heighten the
experience." I said calmly.
"I have to say, he is TOTALLY hot," Leslie was now fanning herself. It were as
if we were back in college fauning and falling over the jock who might have
looked our way. "I would say that he's the ultimate inferno!" I giggled.
Royce no doubt knew that something was up our sleeves, as we walked out
tentatively to the theatre, looking at us both.
We regained our composure. Leslie directed Royce, "Hop up on the table and
relax." Royce laid back, a pillow cradling his head. Leslie pushed up his gown
and examined his shaved balls. His erection was still evident. She felt her
own wetness between her thighs. "I don't see any abnormalities, so we are
going to get through this with no problems whatsoever." she told him frankly.
"Good, glad to hear it," was his response. "Now, Royce, any last requests,
wishes before we begin?" He took a good 30 seconds before he shared what would
be surprising. "I want both of you to get me off," there was surety in his
voice.
"Are you okay with that?" he asked me pointedly. I was taken aback only
briefly. "Of course I am," I responded. He looked to Leslie, "Can you do that
for me?," knowing full well she was salivating at the prospect. "Absolutely,
sure." she answered.
Leslie asked, "How and what do you want, Royce?" Royce had nothing to lose.
His exposure was telling the tale. He pointed to me. "I want you to sit on my
face and he looked at Leslie, "I want you to ride my cock."
I had only seen this kind of threesome in a movie from Germany. But by this
point, it was looking like another opportunity to take it to the limit. Leslie
seductively removed her pants. Royce watched her salivating at her incredible
body. I removed my sundress and sandals and went to his mouth.
It was a wonder how the table held us all. I could hear Leslie's throaty
groans as he pierced her with his penis. Royce lived up to all expectations
and beyond, making me climax in less than two minutes with his tongue probing
and suckling at me.
Leslie's breasts were bobbing all over when she finally had to release them
from her shirt. Royce was getting the ride of his life, reveling in the feel
of unfamiliar pussy, rocking him and squeezing him. He was getting close, I
knew how long he would last.
Leslie and I were once again in communion and went directly to his primed cock
and balls with intense panting. I tasted her on his cock, reveling in the new
direction into which I delved.
We coddled his balls, our tongues touching several times as we worked him into
a frenzy of moans and groans.
"Mmmmm, god, I'm gonna cum,nooooowwwwwww," and he did so in volumes. Leslie
and I shared what came our way, licking, tasting and devouring it. Royce was
happily spent.
We kissed him, letting him tast his own sweetness. Then Leslie kissed me. It
was bizarre but just further solidified this incredible experience.
We washed him, put on our own scrubs and sterilized ourselves and him. Royce
still couldn't get over what had just taken place. It was tripping over my own
feet. Leslie recovered the quickest and went right back into doctor/patient
mode, checking all the instruments and injecting Royce with the anethesia.
By the time the initial incision was made, we were all back into business
mode. Leslie allowed me to use the retractors to reveal his left testicle. I
was amazed. Royce was excited and watched us as we worked. Despite our sweat,
and my looking at the clock, we made it.
I took his balls to him on a stainless steel tray as Leslie removed the sac
and stitched him. Royce touched his balls with reverence and tenderness. I
kissed him and placed the tray on his chest. Tears were forming in the rims of
his eyes. It was a quiet moment and I let it go undisturbed.
After two hours, his blood pressure was normal, there was no extraordinary
blood loss and she let him urinate in the jar.
Gently, we all hugged and kissed and returned to the hotel to rest. Royce had
his balls in a large vial. He sat them on the nightstand as I showered. He
talked to them, honoring them for all the greatness he had tying them up and
play-acting at castration.
I crawled into the bed next to him. "Did you like your first girl kiss?" he
asked. I was floored. "Royce, it was all for the benefit of the moment. It
wasn't unpleasant, but I did it for you." He nodded, completely understanding
my devotion for him.
I got up and went to my small suitcase. "Royce, I got something for you. Would
you like to see it?" "Sure, what is it," he asked in a small child-like voice.
I opened the box and displayed it for him. I had a jeweler create a gold band
with his family crest on it, our initials. It was not for his finger. It was
to adorn his beautiful cock. "May I slip it on you?" I asked. His voice was
filled with surprise. "Yes, please do." I gently slipped it on - a perfect
fit. We both looked at it and admired it, the gold of the ring on his pure
member.
I kissed him and said, "The circle of grace is now complete."
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Mediteranian Castratis | Boys with good singing voice had a great possibility to be castrated 200
hundred years ago in Italy. Normally the operation was made just before
the puberty at 12 to 13 years age. There were experienced barbers who
made the cut. The right point of time was when first thin pubic hairs
appeared in the base the boys penis. At that time the boys testicles had
been growing already some and maybe he had experienced already his first
ejaculation. Naturally the cruel operation was made without anesthesia,
because there were no methods to kill the pain. The barber had 2..3
helpers in his backroom. The boy was undressed naked and tied with
spread legs on the table. Then the barber took a sharp razor in his
right hand. With his left hand he cupped the testicles and weighted the
boys virgin balls. He was naturally also interested in his penis, which
he examined throughly. He pulled the uncircumcised foreskin back
exposing the glans. The helpers looked very interested how the barber
then took one testicle between his foresfinger and thumb. He pressed the
testicle gently so that the skin of the sac was tense and shiny. Then
begun the original castration. The barber made a one and a half inch
long wound on the sac's skin and opened the sac. He pressed the first
testicle out from the wound, bounded the cord and released the testicle
from the cord. The same procedure was followed on the other side. Two
bleeding wounds appeared on the empty sac. The scenery was very cruel,
but the helpers were excited. They penises were in erection all the time
and they often masturbated themselves under the castration. Very often
the wife of the barber was present. She was normally very interested in
looking at the castration and she was normally very dripped between her
legs. Sometimes she put her hand into the barbers trousers and
manipulated the barbers genitals (testicles) under the castration.
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Banding Disaster Pt 4 "False Hope" | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Family man with banding fetish suffers the consequence of risk taking. | The big man listens and laughs but doesn't really believe what he's heard till
he looks for himself. Sure enough....Big strong fingers explore the small
trapped package. Tugging and twisting. Confirming.
"You put that fuckin' thing on yourself bitch? You fuckin' crazy and you
deserve it whore! You fuckin' anybodies bitch now freak! You be nuttless ass
pussy now fool!"
"Please! You can stop it! You can save me! Please! I've got these scissors!
Special scissors! If you cut the band off there's still time! There has to be
time! Please! Just take the cuffs off me for a second! Please! I'll do
whatever you want! Just cut the band off! Quickly!!! Please man! Please! I'll
do anything you say!"
"Think maybe I heard enough and you just do what I say first! Then we'll see
about savin' your puny white nuts! You some kinda sissy whore ain't sucked my
cock yet! Wanna talk about ball savin' whore you best get your head down an'
you best be good!"
So the Bull sits down with his legs spread and the sissy kneels in abject
surrender. Getting its' first taste of life as a gelding in a mans' world.
Getting its' first taste of cock.
"I have to do this!" it bleats to itself. "I have to do this! It's my only
hope!"
Thoughts of family. Of home. Of wife! Homecoming of the eunuch! Sterile,
impotent, neutered and shamed. Shamed beyond forgiveness. Ridiculed in
divorce! Hated for a fool and laughed at!
Time! Time! How much time?! Time since? Time left? How long has that horrible
thing been on me? Please no! Please!
With its' world caving in the sissy kneels between the legs of the bull,
weeping with envy at the sight of his full hot stones hanging down. Kissing
them and wanting them. Wanting the power that they gave to the bulls' proud
horn. Sucking on the bulls' proud horn.
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On "the Ramparts We Watched" | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A young U.S. Army officer is grievously and unusually wounded in the War of 1812. | (A letter from Capt. Jonathan Hasbrough, United States Army, to his father to
his father, Nathaniel Hasbrough of Boston, Massachusetts )
Baltimore, Maryland,
September 28, 1814
Dear Father,
Doubtless, by now you have received tidings of the siege of Fort McHenry, and
knowing that I am stationed there, have been concerned for my welfare. And
well you might be, for I have been greivously wounded in a rather bizarre
fashion.
I am one of very few living men who can claim to have survived being struck by
a cannon-ball. During the battle of Fort McHenry, on the evening of September
13, I was standing on one of the ramparts of Fort McHenry, surveying the
British fleet and the progress of the battle through a telescope.
Suddenly, from the nearest British vessel, there was a loud report,
immediately following which I felt excruciating pain in my private parts. I
cried out, at least as much in surprise as in pain, and was thrown backward
into the arms of one of my men who was standing below and witnessed my
wounding.
A four-pound cannon ball, which is about 3 1/3 inches in diameter, had passed
between my thighs, carrying away my stones.By great good fortune, it missed my
yard by the minutest fraction of an inch, not that that member is now of any
use to me, deprived of those manly glands which alone made it worthy to be
called virile.
Prompt medical attention saved my life, to what purpose remains to be seen. Of
course, I was and am appalled and dismayed at my loss. I am especially sorry
to deny you the joy of having grandchildren. Except in that respect, however,
I think that I can safely say that my health is otherwise unimpaired.
My commanding officer is of the opinion that I should be honorably discharged
from the Army as disabled. I have begged respectfully to differ with him in
this matter. I told him "This is, Sir, a mere flesh wound. Precious flesh
admittedly, but I have lost nothing necessary to life and health. Combat does
not require a man to use his generative powers. My ability to defend my
country is unaffected." Admiring my spirit, he has agreed to allow me to
return to my duties at the end of this week.
Thus, if it be my destiny to give my life for my country, it can be under
honorable , perhaps even, if I may allow myself the word, heroic circumstances
. Deprived of that which gives his life joy and meaning, a man loses his fear
of death. In the words of the old Lutheran chorale, _"Komm' suesser Tod_."
Please give my love to Mother and my dear sister, Anne.
Your Loving Son,
Jonathan
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Daughter castrates step dad | TESTICLES | Daughter castrates her step dad | Megan had been planning to go to the disco for 3 weeks. But at the last minute
her step dad said no.
This annoyed Megan who wanted revenge. She was sick of the way he looked at
her eyeing up her breasts and bum. Her mum was going away to a horse show down
the line for a week so it would be perfect time to do it. When at school she
had a serious look on her face and a friend asked her what was up. She
confided in her that she was going to castarte her dad. The other girl Sasha
asked if she could help. Are you sure you want to asked Megan. Yes replied
Sasha I want to see a man's balls.
So they planned and on the Friday Sasha came home on the bus with Megan. When
at home they sneeked down to the cowshed and out of the cupboard in the office
they took the rubber rings and the castrator tool. Megan dad was on the farm
putting the cows in their nite paddock so he hadnt seen what they were up to.
Her dad arrived home and cooked her and Sasha a nice meal. The girls went to
the bedroom and waited for him to have his shower. Once showered he always
went back out into the lounge to sit on the couch in his dressing gown and
watch television. After a few minutes he was a sleep. Megan came out and
called out to Sasha they untied his robe and pulled it back to reveal his nude
body. Megan had never seen her step dads cock and balls before but they sure
did look nice, Sasha said to Megan he is hairless. Good said Megan easier for
us to get the ring on. With that Megan took hold of her dads balls and Sasha
operated the tool. With the tool squeezed open wide Megan popped her dads
balls thru and pulled as much of the scrotum thru that she could. Sasha then
let the pressure off the handle and the balls were trapped. Her dad made a
murmur but continued to snoore. The girls watched with delight and amasement
as the balls changed colour from pink to red to dark purple.
What now whispered Sasha.
Slice them off said Megan cooly.
With that she stood up and purposely walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass
bowl then the filleting knife. She then returned and placed the bowl under her
dads blacky purple balls. She quickly grabbed the tortured orbs and swiftly
cut thru. The knife was ultra sharp and made light work. Her dad woke with a
start and then wailed in pain. Here you are dad a present from me to you
With that she handed her dad his balls in the bowl and with that walked out of
the room with Sasha
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My Eunuch | GAY, TESTICLES | A man describes the joy of making love to a eunuch. | ` I love waking up next to my eunuch. My arm is draped around his smooth chest
as I hear him breathing softly. Slowly, my fingers trail down toward his
crotch, careful not to wake him. Then I smile as his limp cock is in my hand.
`
It may be just my imagination, but I think his penis has gotten smaller since
he was castrated. It’s difficult to tell, because so often his cock was erect
then, rarely in a flaccid state when I was around it. Now, of course, those
erections are a thing of the past.
I gently massage the organ, knowing that no amount of stimulation will make it
stiffen. My eunuch sighs in his sleep as my finger circles the head of his
penis and touches the tip. Six months ago he’d have a raging hard-on, and
drops of clear pre-cum would have covered the glans. But not any more.
I release his penis and slowly move my fingers lower. I ever so gently trace
the thin scar that marks where his scrotum used to be. The cutter did a
fabulous job. Without looking closely, nobody would ever know this man once
had balls.
My eunuch shifts in his sleep, and is now lying on his back. I smile and look
at his body, so changed in such a short time. The hard defined muscles have
softened in his chest, arms and thighs. His nipples are larger and more
pointed. Hardly a trace of hair can be seen anywhere. Even his face seems
rounder than before.
Looking at my eunuch has made my cock swell. I pick up a condom from the
nightstand and roll it onto my dick. After using a few drops of lube to coats
it, I kneel between his legs and lift his ankles onto my shoulder.
He smiles sleepily as he sees me preparing to mount him. His anus yields
easily to the head of my cock. He closes his eyes and sighs as my cock sinks
into his soft warm rectum.
Soon I am pounding frantically, anxious to trigger my orgasm. My eunuch is
excited too, with his chest flushing red and nipples hard. Looking at his
flaccid cock lying motionless against his stomach gives me an even greater
thrill. With a moan, I spurt my cum and collapse on top of him, breathing
rapidly.
My cock softens and withdraws. He lovingly unrolls the condom and holds it
above his tongue, letting the white fluid drip out. Since he no longer can
make his own cum, he loves sharing mine. Soon the rubber is empty, and he
smilingly licks the last drops from his lips. I can taste it when he leans
over to kiss me.
Now he is holding me, his arm draped across my chest. I feel his soft penis
tucked between my butt cheeks. He traces his fingers over my hard chest and
stomach, and grasps my cock. Within seconds, it springs to life. We both sigh
as he begins stroking me to another orgasm.
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Alone in Dallas Part 1 | GAY, TESTICLES | cowboy kidnapped on a weekend trip to Dallas | It was a 3 day weekend for me. I had decided to go into Dallas,
rent a room, and get laid. I was 21, living in a rural area, and
worked at a feed store.
I was excited driving towards the city. I knew exactly where I
wanted to go. I had heard about the whores and strip bars on a
street called Harry Hines. Don't get me wrong, I didn't need to pay
for it, I had a girlfriend, but I had a fantasy about just some
good old no committment fucking.
I got into Dallas in the late afternoon, found me a room right on
Interstate 35. I showered, and shaved the few whiskers I had,
dressed in the Wranglers that fit me the best. I am only 5 feet 7,
and had really worked on my body to overcome the mental problem I
had with my height. This pair of worn wranglers fit me to a point
where I didn't wear boxers with them. I put on a brand new tight
white t-shirt, tucked it in, adjusted my equipment, and zipped up.
I eyed myself in the mirror, looking good, I thought. I completed
my look with my best western belt with the shape of Texas on its
buckle, some thick white socks, and my best boots. I debated on
wearing a hat, but decided my short brown hair looked okay today. I
was ready!
It was just getting dark when I hit Harry Hines Blvd. I drove a few
miles on it, and pulled into a parking lot of a club that
advertised total nude. I was watching the women strip, and being
from the country, was blushing a bit. I was fighting to keep my
cock soft, and loosing the battle.
A lady walked up to me while I was nursing my third beer. She said,
"Hi, I am Sheila, and I've been watching that big belt buckle of
yours."
My mouth fell open, I looked at her, my dick won the battle. She
was incredible, probaly late 20's, early 30's, she was one hot
babe. I could see her hard nipples thru her blouse. Man, I wanted
some of her!
Sheila spoke again, "I have an empty van out back that needs you in
it." She grasp my hand, and I followed her thru a back entrance. We
were in a unlit parking lot and she guided me towards a black panel
van. She opened the rear door and said climb in cowboy. I grinned
at her, and got in, suddenly I was grabbed. I felt some pain as
Sheila stuck a needed in my thigh. I tried to move but my body
didn't respond. I tried to yell but nothing happened. My vision was
blurring as I watched a tall dude give her a wad of money. My mind
started fading, the last thing I remembered was Sheila counting the
money.
I woke up to total darkness, and tried to move. I soon realized I
was tied and blind folded.
I heard a guy say he is awake.
The blind fold was removed. I saw two blonde guys, they looked like
twins as my eyes adjusted, no, probaly brothers. I was strapped to
a table of some kind.
I couldn't move, they had me tied up. My head was elavated, I was
totally naked. I started cussing them out. They laughed, and one of
them grabbed my nuts and squeezed tighter and tighter and tighter.
The other guy picked up a long needle, the one with my nuts in his
hands stretched my mut sack. I screamed as the needle entered my
left ball. I borke into a sweat as my right nut was pierced also.
They were enjoying my screams.
They left the two needles in my nuts and walked away laughing.
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Keys, The | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, Snuff | Be careful who has the keys to your chastity device!!! | ` Be careful who you trust with your Keys `
=======================================
My wife and I started to go to a local group of similar minded couples. We all
had 1 thing in common, our male genitals were under lock and key, and the keys
controlled by our female partners. It was strange at first to meet other guys
in the same predicament as myself and other women who had total control of the
cocks and balls.
Us guys would be required to be naked below the waste so our devices were
always viewable and the women would wear what they wanted. They would usually
become more and more naked as the night progessed and the alcohol flowed. We,
males, would often sit in awe as often various females in the group seduced
each other. Our cocks trying desperately to enlarge as we watched other women
enjoying our partners sexuality.
Mistress Edwina had got agreement, that all the women would leave a spare key
for their males with her for safe keeping. The group had been meeting for over
1 year by this point, it was intimate and open so there was full agreement. My
wife handed over a spare key to my parts.
One lunchtime, I bumped into Edwina, outside my workplace. "How would you like
some sexual release" she whispered into my ear. "I have your key". I went with
her by car to her house.
She lead me into her bedroom and I stripped. She cuffed my hands and released
my cock. She proceeded to give me a blow-job. Wow, it blew my mind, my 1st
orgasm in over 1 year. She cleaned me up and put me back into my device. I
dressed and she gave me a lift back to work.
As I was getting out of the car, she said "By the way, I've switched locks,
that cock and balls between your legs is mine now. Tell your wife, you are
leaving her and come to my house".
I spent the whole afternoon thinking about my predicament. Edwina was right,
she alone had the key, they were hers. She had succeeded in steeling my cock
and balls from my wife and with them me. I told my wife the situation on the
phone and left for Edwina's house.
On entry, I stripped naked and was taken out the back to the stable. I was
taken to a pen and attached to a peg in the floor. I could see into the next
pens. There were 2 other guys from our social group.
We were kept there for 2 weeks before we were moved one evening to a
restaurant. We were naked, cuffed and gagged, and marched into the dining
room. Tony, a male from our group and I were lead over to a table. There was
seated our wives. Our genital devices were removed and our organs filled with
blood. "This better taste good darling, I've paid a lot of money for this" she
said flicking my cock with her fork. I gulped.
A ready heated BBQ was brought to the table. A naked female chef attended to
us, brusing sauce onto our male parts and then wrapping our cocks and balls in
aluminium foil.
She then clamped us somehow to the floor and ceiling so we couldnt move and
moved the BBQ to our manhoods. Our foil covered maleness was now resting on
the hot BBQ and as the foil heated, we started to cook.
It was a slow build up at first but within 2 minutes, the heat was
overwhelming. The pain surged through my body from my cooking cock and balls.
My body was sweating profusely. My body weight was now being held from the
ceiling. I was bordering on unconsciousness like some surreal nightmare, my
body engulfed in pain and heat.
Out of the haze I heard, "15 minutes are up, dinner is ready". With that the
chef, sliced the cooked organs from our body and served them to our wives. We
were taken away till the meal had finished, and cleaned up.
After dinner we were taken back to our wives, Edwina was there. "Well, girls,
do you want these cockless wonders back or can I send them to my dog food
plant".
Tonys wife quickly said "He's of no use to me".
My wife retorted "I'll take him home for now, but if I change me mind I'll let
you know".
I was taken to my wife's car and loaded into the boot.
Tony was taken to the back of an animal truck with about 6 other guys and that
was the last anyone saw of them.
I am now a house slave, and a very obedient one, after all what are my
options.
My wife always keeps a tin of dogfood in the kitchen and her and Tony's wife
often pretend its Tony. They like to tell me that one day, I will have a new
tin home just like Tony's.
They find this very funy, but I'm sure its true. One day, my time will come
and I will be used as dog food.
You guys out there, be careful, who has access to your keys or you could end
up as dog food.
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N.C. Woman Charged with Malicious Castration | STRAIGHT | text from newspaper | Woman charged with malicious castration Sat Dec 30, 6:50 AM ET
A woman attacked a man in his genitals during a Christmas party, injuring him
badly enough that he needed 50 stitches, authorities said Friday. Rebecca
Arnold Dawson, 34, was charged with malicious castration in a fight early
Tuesday at a party hosted by the 38-year-old man's girlfriend, police said.
All three were heavily intoxicated, police Chief Frank Powers said.
Dawson is accused of grabbing the man's genitals. Police said a weapon was not
used. He declined to elaborate.
"I believe he needed more than 50 stitches to repair the damage, but he is
back home at this point," police Cpl. Brad Stevens said. "All we can tell you
is that the injury was done with her hands."
Dawson does not have a listed phone number.
State law describes malicious castration as cutting off, maiming or
disfiguring a person's genitals with the intent to hurt or render the victim
impotent.
Dawson, who was released Wednesday on $50,000 bond, also was charged with
offenses including assault causing serious bodily injury.
The castration arrest was the first of its kind in Lillington, a town of about
3,000 roughly 30 miles south of Raleigh, Powers said.
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Days of Wine and Agony -- Day Three | STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TORTURE | A beautiful woman captures men for sexual torture, humiliation and castration. | ` Sometime during the night, she chloroformed him. He hadn't slept; how could
he? `
When he awoke, he noticed two things. Wendy was standing before him, smirking
as always, and she was, once again, completely naked. But there was something
else.
"Look around," she said to him in her happy voice.
Bound to the X-cross across the room was another naked man. He focussed his
eyes on him, and for just one moment, their eyes locked . . . but he had
nothing to say, even if his hoarse voice could have permitted it. He just
stared.
"Well . . . you're starting to bore me," she said, addressing her present
victim, but talking to the room in general.
"So here we go."
There was a small brazier burning close by. She picked up the hunting knife
with which she had mentally tortured him the day before. She ran the razor-
sharp point of the knife along his outstretched testicles, his tortured penis,
up along his naked torso, around his nipples, until she was looking him right
in the face.
"Say good-bye to your dick," she whispered in his ear.
She grasped his penis, turned her face to make sure that her new victim was
watching her, and then, smiling sweetly, with a single slash of her knife, she
severed the quivering organ from his body.
An agonized shriek escaped his parched lips.
She threw the bloody length of flesh into the fire. It sizzled obscenely.
She drew a red-hot iron from the fire and pressed it against the open wound.
Instantly, the room was filled with the stink of burning flesh and the insane
screams of what had once been a man.
When the wound was fully cauterized, she tossed the iron back into the fire
and turned to her new victim.
"And now," she said, striding towards him, "It's your turn."
The End
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Ricky Visits America - Chapter 2 of 4 | BI, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, Redirect to Chapter 2 | This is a redirect to file chapter 2 of 4 under "C" as well. | New Page 1
**Ricky Visits America, by Paolo & C van D:**
**[Click here for Chapter 2
redirect](http://web.archive.org/web/20090218054255/http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/R/ea_213956ricky_vi.htm)!**
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Castration Station | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A Television infomercial I'd like to see someday | The TV pans over an auditorium full of very happy women that are getting into
the display on the stage.
The spokeswoman starts and after each questions the crowd answers back soundly
with a Yes. Are you sick of the way your man is treating you? YES Is he less
than honest with you ? YES Does he forget to do what you ask without a major
problem? YES Does he neglect to do his fair share of the work around your
place ? YES Does he put himself before you sexually? YES Well if you answered
yes to even one of these questions do we ever have a quick and permanant
solution to these questions. The Castration Station will fix the problems you
are having with him. This is what comes in one convenient kit. No Assembly
required. A locking Headstock, An inflatable gag, Handcuffs and Key, A
spreader bar with attached anklecuffs, A piece of rope, An Elastator with 50
bands, 25 Rohypnol pills, Legal consent forms, and a razor sharp Ginsu knife.
How much you ask? You get all this for $99.95. Thats right only $99.95. And if
you call within 24 hours you get this shipped freight and tax free.
Lets breakdown the price after we show you how easy the Castration Station is
to use. First lets bring out on stage one lucky customer. Please welcome Deb.
(Applause) She is here tonight with her husband Dan, who is backstage. She
gave him a Rohypnol earlier to take the edge off. Deb show us how easy the
Castration Station is to get ready. Deb opens the wooden box which is about
the size of a card table and opens it up into a platform. Inside are all the
parts. She picks up the headstock and positions it at one end of the platform.
Thats all it take to get ready for her husband. Please bring him out. Out
walks Dan, nude, being led by two women, to a shower of boo's. Now watch
closely to see how easy this is. Deb takes her husband and has him kneel on
the platform, she takes him by the neck and gently pushes his head down and
into the stock. Then she closes the upper part locking him in place. Now put
on the Handcuffs. Deb picks them up and cuffs Dans hands behind his back. Now
the adjustable spreaderbar with anklecuffs. Deb puts Dans ankles in the cuffs
and loosens an eyebolt and spreads the bar apart and tightens the eyebolt.
This keeps him in an upright kneeling position. This is good time to put the
inflatable gag in his mouth. Deb puts the gag in Dans mouth and pumps it up.
Next take the rope with the slipknot and slip it over his balls. Deb does. Put
two of the bands on the rope. Deb does. Now put the end through the eyebolt on
the spreader bar. She does. Now pull it snug and tie it off. Deb does. He is
now ready to go. Easy wasn't it? The crowd goes wild. Now the fun part. Deb
picks up the Elastator and slip the four posts through one of the bands on the
rope, and open it up. She does and the band stretches out into a box. Slide
this box up over his balls about a half inch from his dick. Deb follows the
instructions. (This whole time a camera is showing closeups of the process on
large tvs on the stage.) When you're ready Deb, release the band.
The crowd chants Release the Band!
And with a big smile Deb releases the band which quickly squeezes Dans bag
down to about a dime size. (Dan starts to try to move, to no avail) The crowd
roars. Now Deb repeat the band process but put this one above the other, as
close to his penis as you can. Deb does it quickly and releases the final
band. Lets have a big hand for Deb and her Eunuch dan. Once again the crowd
gets loud. Lets leave dan alone for an hour or so, but lets bring out Laurie
and her eunuch jim for the finishing touches. Out onto the stage comes out
Laurie and two womenare pushing another Castration Station behind her. We
prepared jim a little over an hour ago so you could see the finished product.
The girls spin jim around, you can see his swollen and dark balls. Are you
ready Laurie? Laurie picks up the knife. Now Laurie take the knife and just
cut between the two bands. Laurie does, and jims sack plops off into a bag.
The crowd goes wild hooting and clapping. See how easy that was. Who wouldn't
want a Castration Station of their own. But wait, here is where we do the
math. Each Castration comes with enough bands to process 25 males. Devide that
into $99.95 and it comes out to be less than $4.00 per male or $2.00 per ball.
You can't go wrong. So call 1-XXX-XXX-XXXX and have your, his credit card
ready. and line up 24 of your friends for your very own Castration Station
Party. Now lets get back to dan. Deb are you ready to finish him up? Deb
states she is. Go for it she is told. She picks up the knife and with one
quick slice dan is a eunuch. (Editor's Note : The LAST thing I need is some
company with that real number harassing me!)
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VISIT TO THE DOCTOR (A JOKE) | Other: JOKE | A man visits his doctor and gets GOOD NEWS/BAD NEWS | THE ANNUAL CHECKUP
A guy goes for his annual checkup, and about a week later
his doctor calls him in to give him the results. "Well,"
says the doc, "You're in pretty good health, however I do
have some good news and bad news for you."
"Give me the GOOD news first." Requests the guy.
"Your penis is three inches longer than it was on your
last physical."
"That's GREAT!" exclaims the guy, "but what's the BAD news?"
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Manly Pursuits | GAY, TESTICLES | A gay teenager has a tragic hunting accident which turns out for the best. | I was never masculine enough for my father. I am interested in opera, ballet,
art, etc. while "real men" are supposed to be interested in sports, hunting,
fishing, in other words, manly pursuits.
From my 17th birthday on, my father was always nagging me about dating and
marriage. I should be thinking about getting married and raising a family of
my own. I don't think that he ever realized (or was willing to admit) that I
am homosexual.
He was always dragging me to sports events, baseball games, football games,
boxing matches, etc. The only ones I ever liked were the wresatling matches.
In fact, I always kept my jacket in my lap to hide the fact that I had a
boner. Often I had to get up and go to the john and jerk off. For that matter,
I had to jerk off before hitting the showers after a gym class in high school
to keep from getting a boner.
Of course, in the Fall, we had to go hunting every weekend during deer season.
Thank God, I never had to gut a deer. I'd have puked all over it. Luckily, dad
is very near-sighted and couldn't hit the broad side of a barn from inside.
So, we'd go out in the woods with a couple of surplus Springfield .30-06's
bought from Norm Flayderman. I'd keep shooting at trees and saying "Damn !
Missed him." Dad, of course, never bagged anything either.
One day, though, while we were engaged in wasting ammunition there came a low
boom from the right. Shotguns weren't legal for deer hunting, and it was
certainly the sound of a 12-ga. shotgun. The boom was followed immediately by
a tearing scream from my throat. A 12-gauge solid slug had passed through my
trousers, my undershorts, my bag. my balls, my bag. my undershorts, and my
pants in that order. I fell down clutching at the mess that just before been
my balls, shrieking in agony.
Another hunter came on the run, from the left ahead of us, carrying another
.30-06 like ours. We never saw any sign of the hunter with the shotgun. He and
dad carried me to our car and drove to the emergency room at Benson Memorial
Hospital. State police car pulled in behind us, but, inasmuch as both dad and
the other hunter were honking their horns and flashing their headlights, he
recognized an emergency when he saw one.
Of course, all they could do at the hospital was to remove the wreckage of my
balls. When dad came into my room, I said bitterly "So much for "manly
pursuits." Dad never nagged me about masculinity again and left me alone to
enjoy my favorite indoor sport, cocksucking.
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Wolf in Priest's Clothing III | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Part III - One part to go. | ` I awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and burning wood. I was on the
chintz couch in the living room of the cottage. I couldn’t see much, just the
fireplace raging and the mantle glowing. Then the recall hit – “Holy shit, it
had been Max on that pile – his face disfigured, but still handsome.” I could
hear mumbling in the kitchen and tried to get up. `
Allaire and Reilly came out from the kitchen. “Hey, “ she said softly. “Don’t
ask right now. Just sip this.” I grabbed the mug, tearful and fearful. Reilly
curled at my feet and settled in. I drank deeply of the brew and sighed. “What
happened, Allaire?” I asked quietly. “You must have passed out and he brought
you here.” “I did not exchange words with him. That is for you to do.” “He is
gone.” “Did you find your answers, Rageane?”
I stared into the fire, back to the mantle and shook my head. “Only more
questions, I’m afraid,” was my reply. “Aren’t you surprised at this turn,
Allaire?” “No, not at all, “ she said with dismissal. “Time and space and
changes cannot tear apart the connection between the two of you.” “You see,
you have grown and so has he, finding his path to seclusion and spiritual
enrichment.” “You went against the wind and severed a tie that can never be
completely broken.” “Until you finish what you have started, you will run
circles around each other in this life and the next.”
“You have a choice – finish it now and be done with him, or continue to live
this empty, sober life of yours, one without orgasm, joy and love.” “Again,
it’s your choice, Rageane.” She began to walk away.
“My God, he’s disfigured, Allaire!” “The cancer must have progressed.” “Yes, I
saw – I did not ask anything of him.” “The cowl keeps it well hidden, but I
could sense the suffering and pain he was in.” “Do you think he’ll come
back,?” I asked slightly alarmed. “Yes, they are not yet done with you.” “You
will suffer much pain, dear one, but it will be a pale ghost, as is your
fear.” “Right now you need to sleep – it’s 1:00 a.m. and we have to pack to
return home tomorrow. I put my face down into the pillow and pulled the afghan
over me, hoping the fire would lull me into sleep. I whispered, “Goodnight
monk. Forgive me of my sinful actions – those I have done and those I intend
to do.”
Allaire heard the words and closed herself in her bedroom. Her precognition
was right. She closed the curtains and prayed silently for Max and Rageane.
When she saw him carrying her into the house, she wanted to kill him and the
wolf. The wolf held her at bay and she remained frozen in the hallway. She
watched as he kissed her tenderly on the forehead, smoothed her hair and
covered her. He whispered something to her before he turned and looked at
Allaire. She saw the right side of his face, like half the skin had been
removed and barely a neck under his jawbone. He pulled the cowl close to his
face and snapped at the wolf to follow him. Right out the door they went, no
words, only an immense wave of warm air brushed her arms.
I dreamt I was in a monastery – the bells were tolling for matins. I fell to
my knees on the hard brick floor, but I couldn’t remember the prayers. There
were whips lashing at my back and I could feel the hot blood run down my back
and my ass. “Pray, bitch,” they ordered. “You filthy un-sexual whore, PRAY!”
They put jars of testicles on the bed in front of me. “Pray to them, you
unclean, perverted queen of torture.”
“This is your future. You are the ordained butcher – Shed their blood as
Christ’s was shed for you.” “Worship, you pagan, submissive whore.” The
whippings continued until my gagging tears were choking me. I folded my hands
and kissed the jars one by one. “I…I, worship you givers of life and purity. I
am a filthy whore; I deserve nothing. I live for your balls. I worship your
balls – I forsake all and everything but the desire to take them and catch
them and rub them on my putrid body.” “Oh puleeeeseeeee!” I fell to the ground
and covered my head as the lashings continued. One of them sneered at me.
“This one will never have the seed of man within her. She is unworthy of the
seed.” “All but her will be satisfied.” “NOOOOOOO,” I begged. “I will give you
Max’s balls, if you let him come inside me, just once.” “Please let me
complete the act with the only man I have ever loved.” The large man swung me
around. I had not seen my attackers. “Look up, unholy slut!” He screamed at
me.
There were five monks around me. All of them had pulled up their robes with
the toncture and their huge cocks were hard and dripping. “Suck us off, lick
our balls, you drunken sow!” They were all over me, jerking their cocks into
my hair, my face, my mouth and ears. I was covered in their slimy, heavy cum.
It was like acid and it burned my skin and singed my hair. I sucked and licked
and gagged on the spew of these holy men. Their balls were like concrete, hard
and cold. My hands were covered with their cum and piss. I wanted to wretch,
but I continued to oblige them to save my life. “You see, you were forced to
do this so you bear no responsibility – you cannot feel guilt.” “Eat of us,
slut, pig, whore!!!” A chalice of blood poured over me and the wolf appeared
and growled at the monks. He leapt at them and began to tear them apart. I
screamed and ran to the barred window, fell with my head in my hands as the
wolf devoured them. “Not this way, precious one!” “Not this way.” I heard the
voice say. “Help me, please,” I begged aloud. “It shall be done, but with
honor and love, passion and you will receive the gift you most desire.” “You
will have my seed – my final gift to you.”
I awoke in tears, the fire had died out and the cold raced through me. I
padded to the bathroom and looked in the mirror – my face was stained pinkish,
my hoodie, bloodied and my hands, scratched and aching. Violently l threw up
in the toilet, looked again in the mirror and I was me again. “Oh Max, please
come for me,” I pleaded.
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Love Biting (straight, testicles) | The cold winter snowstorm kept them inside all weekend. Bored, the activities
quickly turned to lovemaking. The sex had been long and steamy and short and
raunchy as they
explored each other's bodies and desires. She loved the feeling of his
balls banging against her flesh as he
rammed her faster and faster. She also noticed his added reactions when she
licked and caressed his balls.
Sunday morning, she awoke knowing
what she desperately wanted. She hauled down his blankets and woke him with
warm kisses down his chest,belly and finally thighs. His erection was almost
instant
as she licked his shaft from tip to base before beginning her sucking. She
took him as deep as she could, and then began
her descent. Her groin became instantly
wet as she sucked his balls into her moist mouth. He began bucking into her as
she began to nibble on his testicles, slowly increasing pressure with each
bite. He grabbed his penis and began jerking rapidly, his eyes still showing
disbelief at his present situation. He never felt so much pain, and yet
excitement at once. Reaching under and holding his ass firmly, she squeezed
his nut with all her effort. Feeling it getting softer and then finally
crushing in her teeth. Orgasming at what she had done she began chewing on the
other one.
Feeling faint but still jerking, he came all over his belly. Confused by the
whole event, he laid back only to hear
"Sorry sexy, but that's your last cum"
He looked up to see her sexy naked body straddling his legs, then focused on
his remaining ball in her hand. With a playful wink she squeezed and watched
him writhe in pain, until he fell silent and exhausted. She cuddled up to his
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Cup Check | TESTICLES | Locker Room Prank | In the boys locker rooms at many schools the boys do something called a cup
check. Boys that play sports such as baseball, football and other organized
sports wear a jock strap containing a hard cup which is wornto protect the
testicles from injury.
In many locker rooms the boys do this game called cup checking where they
check a boy for a jockstrap with a cup by hitting another boy in the groin
with their fist to see if he is wearing aprotective cup.
At Ponderosa High School several boys were doing cup checks following a sports
event. Several boys passed their checks but this one fourteen year old boy was
cup checked and fell to the floor in pain since the checkers fist had hit him
square and firmly in the scrotum.
Sometime later the boy complained to his mother who noticed that he was in
obvious pain. His mother took him to their family doctor who immediately sent
him to a hospital emergency room with the outer layer of his testicles cracked
or ruptured which caused severe damage and bleeding.
Testicles with this type of injury no longer produces sperm even if the
testicles are saved however in most cases ruptured testicles are removed. Boys
with their testicles removed are forever sterile and in reality are Eunuchs.
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Larry: A Christmas Story | GAY, TESTICLES, Piercing | Two Christmas encounters with a tall, dark, handsome stranger. | ` Larry was always a party boy. And a cute dude. Not a whisker taller than
5’6”. As soon as he was old enough to get past the doorman, he was in the
clubs every night. By the time he was in his mid 20s, he was getting into
heavier stuff. The leather scene caught his fancy and he got into rougher and
rougher scenes and seedier bars. During the 2000 Christmas holidays, Larry had
been clubbing for days. On Christmas Eve, Larry couldn't help noticing that a
leather daddy with a shaved head, huge moustache and closely cropped beard had
been circling him all night, eyeing him intently from the shadows. He had to
be at least six-and-a-half-feet tall, all of its muscled glory swathed in
black leather. Larry was wasted, but still horny and increasingly turned on.
So he eventually summoned the nerve and testosterone to stumble over to the
giant man in black and slurred, "Take me home, master." The giant smiled
broadly, flashing what seemed to Larry to be about 100 gleaming white teeth
under his moustache. Without saying a word, he took a collar and chain out of
his back pocket, gently but firmly buckled it around Larry's neck and led him
out of the bar. In less than a minute, Larry was on the back of a Harley
chopper, holding onto his new daddy for dear life as they barrelled into the
sunrise.Larry looked up occasionally, but had no idea where they might be
headed. They seemed to wind up in an industrial area, racing past a blur of
factories, refineries and warehouses. They turned up an alley between two dark
buildings and went quite far into a complex of low, sooty brick buildings. The
Harley crawled to a stop and Larry heard the sound of an electric overhead
door opening. As he looked up, the Harley was inching into a building with
very high ceilings, steel girders and hanging lights. He heard the door close
behind them. His leather man revved the bike twice, switched off the engine
and said, "Home, sweet home, boy." Larry climbed off the bike, promptly losing
his balance in his stupor and tumbling onto the cold, dusty concrete floor. He
tried to get up, but his arms and legs just didn't seem to cooperate. Leather
daddy scooped him up in his huge arms and said softly, "It's bed time,
boy."Larry awoke in total silence and darkness. His head was splitting. No
matter how much he tried to adjust his eyes, he couldn't see a thing. He tried
to roll over, but found he couldn't. There seemed to be a huge strap across
his chest and arms. It felt as if it might be lined in fur. He realized his
knees were raised, each of them also in some kind of harness. He tried to call
out, but could only make a muffled sound. He finally figured out that he was
gagged, as well.After what seemed to be an eternity, a steel door creaked
open, flooding the room with blinding light. He heard a light switch snap and
an enormous steel spotlight beamed above him. He could feel its warmth on his
crotch. As Larry's eyes were still trying to adjust, he felt a hand on his
inner thigh. "It's all right, boy. Daddy's here.""Daddy has a Christmas gift
for you. Do you want it now?" Larry nodded slowly, still not able to see
clearly. "Merry Christmas, then," the unseen master said. The leather master
grasped Larry's dick and began to massage it. It took a lot of stroking to
make Larry even half-hard, but eventually he had a respectable if not rock-
hard erection. Then he caught a whiff of rubbing alcohol and his dick was
suddenly very flooded with something icy cold. Almost immediately, Larry felt
a flash of intense pain in the head of his penis as something very large and
very sharp was jabbed into the tip and out the base. This was followed by
something much wider being inserted. Larry was wild with pain. "Stop it,
motherfucker! What are you doing?!!!" Larry tried to scream. Gagged, he could
produce only a mumble. "You don't have to thank me, boy," the master purred
with a chuckle. "But I expect a gift from you next year. Go to sleep now."
Larry felt the quick jab of a hypodermic needle in his buttock. He fell asleep
in less than a minute, mumbling more and more softly until he was completely
out.When Larry woke up, he was in his own bed, in his own apartment. He was
very groggy, his mouth was dry and his head was still splitting. His first
thought was, "Man, what a dream!" He tried to sit up and felt a sudden, sharp
bolt of pain from his groin. He reached down with both hands and grabbed his
crotch. It felt padded. He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly peeled them down.
The first thing he saw was a bright red bow, crushed flat and a small
envelope. He pulled off the bow and it dragged threads of gauze behind it.
Larry opened the envelope with some difficulty, as his hands were shaking.
Inside, the card read "Enjoy your gift, boy. It's solid gold. Daddy." Larry
struggled frantically with the huge wad of gauze until he found a loose end
and started unwrapping. It seemed as if there were miles of the stuff. As more
and more gauze was removed, it was no longer pure white, but dotted by stains
of blood. Finally, his penis was revealed. Larry slowly lifted it up and
realized what the note meant. There was a large, gleaming gold Prince Albert
piercing through the head. Larry slumped back on the bed. "Fuck you, daddy,"
he muttered aloud. Over the next few months, Larry looked for his leather
daddy in the bars and tried hard to find the same infamous warehouse, but had
no luck. He had grown to like the Prince Albert, though. And it was always an
attention-getter in the baths.A year passed and Larry was once again making
the most of his Christmas holiday. The leather bars were still his favorite
haunts. On Christmas Eve 2001, there he was, wasted, in the same bar as a year
before. Suddenly, there was the mystery daddy he’d searched for all year. Same
shaved head, same giant moustache, same mouthful of gleaming white teeth.
Larry stalked over immediately and hurled himself against the man's chest,
shoving him hard with both arms outstretched. The big man didn't flinch,
didn't budge. It was as if he were a mountain of muscle. Looking straight up
into the man's eyes, Larry said, "Never got a chance to thank you for my gift,
fucker." "Well, do you like it, boy?" the man purred, flashing his
incandescent smile. Larry was disarmed. He lowered his eyes and stared at the
floor. "It's okay," he said softly.A huge hand grabbed the back of Larry's
hair and forced him to look up. "Didn't hear you boy, speak up.""I said it's
OKAY," Larry said through clenched teeth.The man let go of Larry's hair and
slowly began to stroke his neck. "You're welcome, boy," he said with teeth
flashing again. "Let's celebrate over a drink. Don't you move."The man
strolled easily to the bar, whispered into the bartender’s ear and soon
returned with two shot glasses. "Tequila. Drink it fast." The large man
slugged his down in one gulp. Larry, not about to be upstaged, did the same.
There was a strange aftertaste. As he stood toe-to-toe with the giant man and
stared into his face, the leather daddy’s white teeth seemed to glow brighter
and brighter. And the music seemed to get louder and louder, blending into a
fuzzy din. That's all Larry could remember as he came to in his bed. By the
color of the light through his venetian blinds, it seemed to be late
afternoon. Larry tried to rise, but couldn't move. In his hungover state, he
eventually realized that he'd been tucked into bed very securely. He had to
tug very hard to free one side of the sheet. As the sheet came free, he tried
to get up but was stunned suddenly by a bolt of pain from his crotch. He
flopped back down on the bed. "SHIT!" Larry screamed, suddenly wincing from
the effect the loud sound had on his throbbing head. He slowly peeled back the
sheet, almost afraid to look. Once again, there was a large red bow, flattened
somewhat by the tight sheet, with a small envelope attached. Larry went
straight for the envelope this time. The note read, "I told you I expected
gifts from you this Christmas. Love ‘em. Thanks. Daddy." Larry began
frantically unwinding the strips of gauze, his tension rising as the gauze
became more and more blood stained. When the last strip of gauze came free,
the late afternoon light was fading and he couldn't quite see what was there.
He switched on the light beside his bed, swung his legs off the bed and
doubled over to inspect his aching crotch.He saw two lines of finely knotted
sutures on his now empty scrotum.A long, low wail arose from somewhere in
Larry’s being. He passed out.Larry never saw his 6'6" leather daddy again. He
refuses to wear the gold Prince Albert. But the hole in the base of his penis,
the scars from the incisions and his limp, lifeless scrotum will always be
there to remind him of the tall, mysterious stranger with such a dazzling
smile.
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Why I Castrated My Husband | BI, TESTICLES | I was going bald. It sucks being a woman going bald. There was no other option
for my female hereditary baldness. More than that, my husband was too much of
a wimp. Oh, he could eat pussy very well, but he just wasn't worth a good
fucking.
Eventually, we just stopped having sex. I'd let him eat me occasionally but I
didn't reciprocate. We were in a rut.
Finally, I consented to my hairdresser to just shave it off. My tiny dicked
husband, of course was turned on but the little perv. disgusted me. I turned
to wearing wigs and working out.
The workouts were fantastic. I work out 2-3 times a day and really pump iron.
I noticed that I had bigger biceps than the twink so I'd rub it in. Then I
decided to really get into the body building. The steroids had all but removed
my hair on the top of my head so it was really easy to shave it off. But it
got so that the wigs just didn't look right. More than that I was begining to
get a bit more peach fuzz on my face.
My clitoris on the other hand was getting bigger. it actually started popping
out like an erection. I did like the way my husband ate me but I wanted more
than him. I wondered if I was turning lesbian, I did fantasize big cocks, but
just that they were on women. On night after a hard workout this hulking black
guy asked me if I wanted to fool around with him and his hot wife. I don't
know why I said yes except I was excited.
When I came home I didn't feel ashamed to let my husband eat me. In fact he
seemed to like the taste even better. That gave me an idea. I'd let him have
sex but only if he ate me out right after. He not only agreed he seemed
happier. So I thought let's just kick it up a notch.
I took him to a cutter. We left his three inch dick alone but made sure to
remove everything else nice and tight. Some of his ball sac was used to make a
little vagina wall. It was cute. I had also been pumping him with female
hormones for quite some time so he was really starting to look cute too.
My Black lover and I share his ass like we share his wife after we go out
drinking. I love watching him eat out my lover's wife's pussy too. He loves
cleaning us all up.
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Cheers to Tears to Cheers — Reunion 10, Chapter 1 | STRAIGHT, retribution | <b>Justice is planned to make a wrong romance right.</b> | ` `
•
She is a motherly little home maker. She is one of those wives who just wants
to be in a one-wife marriage.
But no! Mister _In-Love-With-His-Own-Cock_ wants more. Twelve inches with a
twelve IQ.
We've all seen the type. Mosty because his type loves to show _IT_ off. Mostly
we're of the type who would rather just cut _IT_ off.
Funny how we went through the stage when we actually craved colossal cocks —
what _were_ we thinking? Guys go through the big tit syndrome, so maybe it was
natural for us to have gone through the big _IT_ syndrome.
Maybe it was natural — or at least expected — that the cute little cheerleader
would always fall in love with and marry the biggest basket-baller with the
biggest bone. High school, it seems, didn't yet mean we had high standards.
_Everyone_ went to the wedding. The maids (ha!) of honor, the best (big ha!)
men, friends of hers, friends of his.
And was the groom well-groomed? The big prick who loved his own big prick
slicked back his hair with his own jism!
•
_Flash ahead past the honeymoon,
past the blood
all over the Niagara Falls sheets
where the cute little cheerleader
had her cute little pussy
stretched beyond design limits,
past the years of physical abuse,
past the years of verbal abuse._
•
A decade later, they have two wonderful kids — and he has twenty wenches on
the side.
High schools have summer reunions. Ten years later, high standards are finally
setting in. It may not be too late for our cute little cheerleader.
The other really-cute, but much larger, cheerleader always had a crush on her
cute little friend.
Lesbianism and radicalism were not openly tolerated within the closed walls of
education, nor were they openly tolerated within the closed minds of their
parents, at that time. _Now_ should be different.
We'll _make_ it different now. We'll especially make _IT_ different!
•
_End of chapter one.
The _real_ reunion is next week.
See you in a few days._
And don't worry.
Classy Bitch
and her coolest of classmates
have bail funds ready.
Righteousness is always right,
and usually fun.
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A fathers regret | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A young stallion challenges a his father the herd leader. when he looses his father faces a tough choice and some regret. | Many times a young stallion will issue a challenge to one of the lead
stallions in the herd. It is up to the older stallion if he accepts or not,
but it is considered a great dishonour to not accept. This is why a challenge
is always accepted. Usually it is at this point that the young stud backs
down. There is no dishonour in this, and nobody looks down on the young studs
if they back down. Sure their mates may tease them for a bit, but not for
long. After all a lot is at stake if it comes down to battle.
If the young stud beats the stallion he challenged, he gains his position in
the herd. All the former stallions mares are his, as is his right to mate.
However if he loses then the stallion he challenged is charged with preventing
the young stud from ever mating. It is his duty to geld the challenger, to
refuse such a task means banishment and gelding.
That was Blairs dilemma as he looked upon the prone form tied securely to the
table. Normally it would be a pleasure to geld the young stallion now securely
tied to the table. Certainly he had won the right to wield the blade that
would deprive this youth of his equine pride. To deny him forever the
pleasures a mare could provide. To cut short his line, never allowing him the
fortune of having offspring. This time it was different. He felt sorry for the
young stallion, regretted what he must do.
He should have refused the challenge at the start. Honour had forbade it, but
the herd might have understood. They could not have faulted him for refusing
to battle his own son. Yet he had accepted the challenge in the hopes that
Rhoan would back down. Not that he had. Rhoan had been sure his father would
step down without a fight, never believing that his own father could geld him.
In the end neither one had budged, the battle went ahead.
It was a good fight, the opponents equally matched. In the end it came down to
experience, and though Blair won it felt to him as if he had lost.
Now he stood before the gelding table, knife in hand. Rhoan tied securely, his
bag cinched tight with moist rawhide strips. His eyes open wide as he pleaded,
begged for his release. Desperate to remain a stallion. Never would he feel
the velvet folds of a mares pussy. So much was to be denied him now. If only
he had waited. The herd would have been his in a few years. Blair had intended
to hand over the reins and retire, now he would have to wait.
“I’m sorry”
Blair sighed as he grasped the already cool bag and drew the sharp knife
between the two rawhide strips
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The Dump | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | A dare at the Junk Yard. | "You're such a pussy Matt!" "Just Fucking do it!" "Dude go!"
Some words I heard yelled in my ear and inches from my face as my friends and
I stood besides a 6 foot high fence. We were all 15 years old and teeming with
testosterone. It was a dare. A dare to climb over the fence and jump into the
Carvines' family garbage and srap lot. The reason I was so hesitant to do so
was the fact that there was a near 300 pound ferocious beast of a dog ready to
hunt down and attack and most likely kill any person who sets foot in the lot.
I was just a dumb everyday teenager. I've never gotten laid. My dick was a
good eight inches hard. I never measured it flacid. But there's no need to,
right? My friends and I usually challenged eachother to dangerous dares. A few
days ago I dared my friend pete to climb onto the roof of my house and jump
into my pool. But damn did he miss. He slammed right into the side and the
side of the pool went straight up inbetween his legs and crushed his precious
jewels. He's been to the hospital nine times since. But he's recovering. I'm
sure he's sterile though, which really sucks but only I feel that way, not
him. He loves his balls too much to admit that.
So back to the story. Pete wanted to get even for my ridiculous dare. It was
simple. Just run my skinny ass off to the other side of the dump and out the
gate and to avoid the huge mutt at all costs.
I was dumb, like I said, and wore very loose sweat pants. And Pete promised me
a few minutes with his very hot sister. So I wore no underwear. Again, I was
very stupid. I mean she was 18! Like she even agreed!
I climbed the fence and crouched when I landed to stay low so no one saw me. I
started to jog across the empty spaces inbetween piles of scrap and stayed
low. The coast was clear so I sprinted but with just my luck I tripped.
On a chain.
A dog chain.
IMMEDIATELY I felt huge paws mount my back and I nearly shit myself when the
damn beast barked in my ear. It flipped me on my back with its huge paws and
started barking and clawing at the ground around me. The dog was getting drool
and mucus all over me and I couldn't move, I was too fozen with fear.
I was screaming and crying as this huge dog was ripping at my clothes. He
started yanking at my pants and nearly pulled them off!
This dog had huge balls and when i say huge i mean bigger then mine. So I
planted a foot right in his balls. He backed off and whimpered and that gave
me a chance to get up. The dog simply growled with a very firey anger burning
up inside him.
I ran.
He bit my leg and my pants ripped right off. I don't know how. It just
happened. He ripped them up so good before hand they just tore off with ease.
My cock and balls were flapping between my legs as I ran and I came to a dead
end.
There was a fence at the end of the path so I climbed up it as high as i could
but the wall behind the fence prevented my from jumping over. I turned around
on the old busted fence and kind of sat on it while watching this huge dog
come running up to the bottum of the fence. My legs were spread wide and I had
forgotten my cock and balls were very vulnerable. Yeah, I think you know where
this is going. The dog leaped up five feet in the air and latched on to my
cock and balls with his incredible jaw strength and fangs.
He was hanging on my package like I was hanging on the fence. My friends were
long gone. I was SCREAMING so hard that I turned red. my fingers were caught
in the fence and I think some of them broke. I could not move while this
vicious beast tore off my precious, precious penis and testicles.
I just remember waking up in an ambulance. Of course my balls and cock weren't
saved. I had lost an incredible amount of blood. I almost died.
I now am genderless and I dearly miss my penis and balls.
That damn dog is now dead thankfully.And the scrap dump was shut down from my
incident.
I haven't seen my friends in years.
I wish I had my dick.
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All Hat, No Cattle | Other: Cum Ranching | Hitchhikers, petty criminals and pretty men selected at random are grazed and milked electronically. | Larry wasn't entirely sure, but it seemed after a while that blue
and white Parish Constable cars passed him with increasing freq-
uency on RR 29 near Bossier City. Then 3 of them converged to trap
him in their headlights and he knew things had taken a turn for the
worse; he had no idea..
A wiry woman of about 45 woke him at 6 am, grabbed him by the nape
of his muscular neck, and forcibly bent him over the washstand in
what appeared in the early sunlight to be a cell made entirely of
stainless steel. With her other hand she released his belt and
pulled his jeans down to expose his buttocks. He lurched and made
an explosive grunting noise as she matter-of-factly inserted 2,
maybe 3 fingers into his rectum, rotated them back and forth and
withdrew, all in the space of less than a minute. Keeping him
more or less immobile with one hand gripping his neck in what felt
like talons of iron, she then lubricated the passage quickly and
forced some sort of lozenge deep into his lower intestine.
What followed remained Larry's solitary fantasy for the nightmare
period that was to come. The woman, darkly authoritative and very
well-conditioned, lowered his jeans to his knees, extracted his
penis and scrotum from his briefs, and after examining both very
carefully, applied a bluish antiseptic-smelling liquid. She then
ran hot water into the metal washstand and rinsed his genitals with
what seemed to be more enthusiasm than absolutely warranted. His
penis swelled and began to erect even before she began to masturbate
him. She dandled his testicles, squeezing the scrotal sac almost
painfully until he was fully erect, his penis a deep red, the sens-
itive skin stretched shiny. Astonishingly, the woman reached into
the Eisenhower jacket of her uniform, produced about a foot of
snub-nosed glass tubing and acting with practiced dispatch, inserted
it into Larry's urethra, all the while pinching his foreskin and
rolling its inflamed flesh between her index finger and thumb. He
came with such force and in such volume that the tube moved visibly
out of the end of his penis by about an inch before she caught it.
"You're a regular pistol, aren't you", she observed, stoppering the
the catch-bottle into which his semen had been ejected with such
force. "I'll be back after this is tested. Pull up your pants."
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Aztecs 5 | GAY, WARNING, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Tezozo discovers the horrors of his new role. | ` AZTECS 5 `
By Pueros
Chapter 5 – Temples
(Tenochtitlan, capital of the Aztec Empire, September 1520)
The High Priest wiped the sperm from his face with his left hand and placed as
much of the precious substance as possible in a bowl proffered by one of the
nullified acolytes before returning it to grip Juan’s penis. He was about to
nullify the Spanish boy with the knife held by its turquoise handle in his
right hand when a loud “No!” resounded around the temple. The sungod, splayed
on the wooden cross above and behind the sacrificial plinth, had
unprecendentedly uttered a command. Everyone, including the prostrating throng
of worshippers, looked at Tezozo who continued, in heavily accented and
faltering Aztec, “He is not to suffer!” The message seemed clear enough to the
High Priest who looked at his new Emperor, Cuauhtemou, for confirmation of
what to do. Cuauhtemou just nodded and the deeply relieved naked Juan was
removed from the plinth and returned by his Priestly escorts to his cell. The
four Priests returned shortly afterwards with another young victim, for
someone had to die on this autumnal equinox.
The second similarly aged boy was a pretty dark-haired Tlaxcalan captive who
was being kept for sacrifice on another day. However, he had now been swiftly
bathed and re-attired to meet an earlier death. This time, Tezozo could do
little to intervene for the cross had been lowered temporarily so that he
could be gagged. The High Priest wished to help the sungod avoid further
distressful interruptions.
The struggling new sacrifice was rapidly splayed on the plinth and the High
Priest cut off the boy’s loincloth. Another hardening penis was held by the
High Priest’s left hand whilst the knife was again presented to the underside
of a young ball sac. Some rapid jerking with the left hand swiftly produced
the sacred product required for the now changed bowl and no intervention came
to stop the youngster’s subsequent nullification. The High Priest was soon
dangling the severed genitalia by the cockhead high above the screaming boy’s
bloody loins. A mixture of blood and spilt semen dripped onto the agonised
lad’s body. However, the victim’s torment did not last too long as the High
Priest, after placing the genitalia in another bowl proffered by one of the
acolytes, proceeded to extract the young Tlaxcalan’s heart.
Tezozo was appalled as his people did not practise sacrifice. The boy had
observed criminals and prisoners executed by spear but had never experienced
anything as awfully cruel as what he had just seen. He did not know that he
was due to suffer the same fate in nine months and would see far worse in the
interim. Tezozo was deeply saddened by the spectacle but also grateful that he
had managed to save his friend, at least for now.
The hundreds of worshippers regained their feet whilst the three bowls
containing the sacrificial victim’s semen, genitalia and heart were placed on
top of his bloodied chest and stomach. The Priests and acolytes left the
plinth and Cuauhtemou walked forward to climb up the front steps. From the
other side of the dead Tlaxcalan, the High Priest lifted the bowl containing
the sperm and handed it to his new Emperor, who proceeded to lick the dish dry
before returning it to the boy’s body. The High Priest now picked up the
genitalia and heart, placing the two organs respectively in Cuauhtemou’s left
and right hands. The Emperor turned to face the watching crowd and raised his
hands, now dripping blood, in the air. There was a huge cheer as the last man
to occupy the Aztec Imperial throne was confirmed in his position.
Cuauhtemou replaced the organs in their appropriate bowls, which the acolytes,
returned to the plinth, collected and took away. The four Priests removed the
dead body before lowering and releasing Tezozo from his bondgage and his gag.
The petrified boy was himself now dragged to and, after his loincloth was
removed, spreadeagled naked on the plinth. His horror, enhanced by feeling
congealing blood under his back, caused the lad to shiver uncontrollably. This
intensified further when the acolytes returned with a tiny red urn, emblazoned
with a yellow sunburst, and two similarly painted pottery boxes. The latter
were opened and the genitalia and heart of the previous sungod, extracted
three months earlier and very cool because of their cold storage, were taken
out and placed respectively on the splayed boy’s stomach and chest. The urn
was then presented to his lips for the contents to be consumed. The High
Priest had to pinch the lad’s nose before he would comply. The 13 years old
now tasted semen for the first time.
Tezozo’s shivering decreased when he felt the Emperor’s lips encase his cock
and he was soon vibrating instead through orgasm. Having been anointed with
the sungod’s sacred fertility elixir, Cuauhtemou descended from the plinth,
passed through the crowd, again prostrate, and left the temple, quickly
followed by the assemblage. The previous sungod’s genitalia and heart were now
returned to their boxes and Tezozo was removed from the plinth. After one of
the acolytes had wiped the blood from the 13 years old’s body, he was
redressed to rejoin Juan.
The 14 years old Spaniard thanked Tezozo profusely for his salvation,
especially when he heard what happened to the boy who had replaced him.
However, the unknowing half-brothers remained rather sombre as they talked
about what the future held for them. Nevertheless, this did not adversely
affect their appetites and that evening Tezozo’s food was different to normal,
a spicy mince. He was never to know that he had eaten his predecessor’s sexual
and cardiovascular organs.
The next morning, after bathing, Tezozo was taken unbound in procession by his
now customary escort of four Priests and four acolytes to another smaller
temple. Passers-by bowed to the sungod as he passed. The temple to the firegod
had no sacrificial plinth but instead possessed a small central hearth full of
blazing wood. The sungod was sat on an elevated throne nearby and a handsome
youth of about 16 was brought in by four local priests to the temple nave. The
youth was attired in a red loincloth but, instead of the sunburst emblem, the
flaps displayed a golden flame. The 16 years old was disorientated because he
had been forced to drink strong pulque, a fermented drink produced from the
sap of agave. The priests splayed the youth face-up on the floor. Holding a
limb apiece, they then lifted him and introduced his body to the flames in the
hearth. The resultant screams were blood curdling and Tezozo closed his eyes
in horror. When the 13 years old opened them again after quiet had been
restored, he saw that the youth’s body had now been left in the fire.
The traumatised Tezozo was eventually returned to his cell but Juan did not
await him. The young Spaniard had been taken to Cuauhtemou’s palace and would
not return to the main temple for some time.
(To be continued in Chapter 6 – ‘Sacrifices’)
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Papercutter Penis (A Short Story) | PENECTOMY | Picture planter stumped | ` `
We had gotten used to it at RiteSoft. Every few days, a scream from one of the
girls would shatter the morning routine. Or, it might be one of the guys,
letting a stream of profanity loose from a cubicle after the discovery of yet
another picture of a guy’s erect dick. This had been going on for months, it
was always the same dick, Xeroxed and left in a picture frame or file folder
around different peoples desks. We have about a 120 people who work here. Most
of us are 20ish and pretty open-minded. We figured after a few times, we’d
find out who it was at a party or something and all have a good laugh.
It started to get creepy when it just kept happening and the joke was way
over. Without having everyone at RiteSoft whip their schlongs out, there was
no way to know who the mystery penis belonged to. What was remarkable about
the copied cock was how unremarkable it was. Standard US issue dick, about
61/2 inches long, circumcised and an average width.
It got even creepier when the photocopied phallus began appearing in peoples
cars and at home in their bedrooms and bathrooms. We tried staying late,
showing up unannounced at nights and on the weekend to no avail. One Wednesday
night, completely by accident, we struck pay dirt. Actually, I stuck pay dirt.
I met some friends for dinner, then went back to the office about 8pm to pick
up a CD I left in the burner. To my amazement, there in front of the copier,
pants around his knees, was Bob Lipschitz. No wonder we hadn’t been able to
figure out who it was. He’d gotten into some sort of trouble with the SEC for
insider trading and caused the company’s stock to founder. It had cost myself,
and some of the other software writers, 100’s of thousands in bonuses.
Bob was oblivious to my presence due to the noise of the copier. I made the
decision in an instant! I lost my bonus, Bob was gonna lose his boner.
I picked up one of those heavy tape dispensers and whacked him in the back of
the head. Almost noiselessly, he slumped to the carpet. After turning him
over, I took the paper cutter and place it on his belly. I then grabbed his
still dick and placed as much a possible on the wooden part of the cutter.
Raising the guillotine like blade as high a possible and took a deep breath.
As the blade hit Bob’s doomed dick, it made a sound similar to chopping a
crisp head of lettuce before sending it flying. It hit the copy machine with a
bloody splat.
The next morning, Bob was gone but his severed dick was found on the glass
plate of the copier with a full ream of bloody color copies and the add paper
light flashing. This was one little prick who’d never fuck anyone again,
literally or metaphorically. The rude surprises stopped and Bob was never
heard from again.
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No Cunts for Old Men | GAY, TG, NULLIFICATION | Lost to be found. | In his 20’s, the serpentine tattoo on his cock looked like a cobra about to
strike. In his 40’s, it looked more like an inchworm sleeping.
Not to say Lee did not remain in very good shape 20 years after his graphic
pet snake was laser-penned on his phallic pet snake. He was still trim and
slim. His long shaved shapely legs were topped by a backside that any Playboy
centerfold would have been proud of.
In fishnets and stilettos – and nothing else – he indeed looked like a bad-
assed bare-assed erotic model. From the back, a female model. From the front,
a still young-looking tranny for every inch – even the shrunken snake was cute
in its now sleepy display.
Lee and his young boyfriend Tommy were very much in love. Tommy was the top,
while Lee, so to speak, had _risen_ to bottom. Tommy gave and Lee received.
And happy they both were with this attitude between fucker and fuckee.
Wee, wee, wee, Tommy often drove Lee all the way home.
Yet.
Lee looked longingly in the full-length mirror. His ass was oozing creamy cum
and his mouth was similarly blessed. Oral and anal, Tommy always came and
came. A BF loaded with loads is a fun person to have in and around.
Yet.
Lee gazed at his naked shapely shape. He knew his backside was perfect. He
suddenly envisioned that his frontside could be perfect as well. How about
some nice tit implants for Tommy to place a third load on? How about letting
the time-shrunken snake finally shed its skin, traded for a custom-crafted
pussy for load number four?
So.
At Thailand they landed, greeted on the tarmac by the limo sent from the
progressive country’s very best SRS clinic. In it, they climbed. The ride
passed by some great Asian scenery, but the two lovers were in lip-lock,
excited together about what was to come – especially about what was about to
come off.
As the doctors and nurses held clip boards, taking notes, with a medical
photographer snapping away, Lee displayed his naked self with a dance of
pirouettes.
Grabbed and prodded, the medical professionals agreed the ass was perfect as-
is. Measured and massaged, the medical professionals agreed that 38 Double D’s
would fit just fine at the tit coordinates of Lee’s trim frame.
Then the little snake and worm were measured and massaged. The verdict on the
dick is that maybe 10 years ago there would have been enough of it to reform
into a vagina. But now…
Tommy’s cock was measured and massaged. All the numbers were computer
crunched. It was time to chat.
Fortunately, the SRS clinic female nurses were all former men. They had
shapely surprises under their short sexy skirts. Some of the surprises were
surprises of absence rather than surprises of endowment.
She cocks were cute. Crafted cunts were nice. But the there was nothing quite
so cool as absolutely nothing. Feeling the nullos turned the BF’s hearts to
jello. They saw, they stroked, they wanted.
Standing now before the full-length mirror, Lee can see that his ( _her_ ,
now, I mean) full frontal is now fully perfect. Perfect face. Perfect tits
(now dripping cum deposits of their own). Perfect legs. Perfect silky smooth
nothingness between those perfect legs.
Taking it all off had the effect of taking 20 years off Lee’s apparent age.
Maybe there would be no cunt for this older man-now-woman, but now he had a
new silk tapestry for snake tattoo number two.
Tommy was now unloading way past two.
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Two Slaves | MINOR | Two slaves wrestle to determine who remains a man and who becomes the slave of a slave. | ` The following is a work of fiction intended for an adult audience. You must
be of legal age and desiring to read adult content of a violent, homosexual
nature and such material must be legal in your locality. That said, enjoy! `
He lay on the bed of the hotel room, his suitcases on the luggage stand by the
closet. His blond hair was parted in the middle and a youthful, early twenties
physique and six-foot form were on his bed, his legs dangling from the foot.
There was a knock on the door. He leapt from the bed and pounced on the door.
Turning the handle, he gazed on the seventeen-year-old boy whom he knew only
online whose dark hair, cut short, and a slight build were striking.
“Hi,” he said to James. “Come in.”
James stepped into the hotel room. Within minutes they were embracing on the
bed, their cocks pressed tightly together through the fabric of their pants.
Then another knock at the door interrupted them. They looked at each other and
smiled; he jumped up, ran to the door, and peeked through the security
window—it was the other slave. He opened the door and ushered the blond slave,
Matt, in. His short teenage frame was like that of a soccer player and his
light brown hair was cut short into a typical jock haircut. The three of them
collapsed into an orgiastic pile on the bed.
* * *
A week later, the three boys were totally exhausted. An entire week of non-
stop sex had drained their once virile bodies into dully glowing from the
afterglow and their laughter had drifted off into lopsided smiles. The room
now smelled of sweat and sex and the bed’s coils had probably suffered
permanent damage from the constant sex.
“Well, I guess it is time boys,” he said. All three boys knew what he meant.
James and Matt stripped out of the sweaty boxers they were in and faced each
other in the center of the room, slightly bent over at the waist, hands on
each other’s shoulders. “Go,” he said and the two boys lunged at each other.
James quickly gained the upper hand, despite his lanky build. Matt, for his
part allowed himself to be pushed around at first, hoping to inspire
overconfidence in James. It worked; James grabbed him by the shoulders and
pushed him hard off balance. As Matt fell back, he reached out and grabbed
James’ low-hanging balls from under the black tuft. James shrieked as his
jewels were yanked from his body, but twisted wildly forcing Matt to land on
his side. James, however, was hurt badly. He held onto his wounded crotch.
Matt now jumped back up and kicked James in the stomach; the dark-haired boy
collapsed. Matt straddled his conquered foe and reach down for his nuts again.
The swift crushing of his own nuts surprised him. He screamed and fell onto
his side, freeing his nuts from James’ grip. The two boys pushed away from
each other, both holding their crotches tenderly.
James was the first up. He closed in on Matt slowly. Matt watched him approach
and blocked the first punch easily—it was too late to realize it was a sucker-
punch. The fist slammed into his nose to a spray of blood. Matt’s hand flew to
his face, uncovering his groin. James was taken aback by the blood. He had
never seen so much and backed away from the defenseless boy. Matt collapsed on
his side, his hands over his face and his legs flailing in pain.
Suddenly, James gathered his courage and rushed the downed boy. His right hand
sunk into the crying boy’s crotch and he squeezed the treasures there.
“One, two, three,” he counted as he watched the boys grappling. Matt was still
on his side, bleeding from his nose and his nuts being pulverized. “Four,
five! James, you won!”
James released his slave’s balls, who in turn curled up and sobbed openly. He
kissed James deeply. “I guess it wasn’t your last cum after all.” He reached
into his suitcase and withdrew a huge burdizzo. “OK, James. This is your toy,”
he said smiling.
James walked to his slave who was still curled up and crying. “Open your
legs,” he said. James’ slave, despite the pain, rolled onto his back and
spread his legs. James held the sack he had already destroyed in his hand. He
placed the metal jaws onto the skin and felt for the cords. When it was
aligned, James squeezed the handles and the cord was crushed. Matt tried to
double over but he held him down as James ruined his manhood. After ten
seconds, James released the half-man’s dying testicle and moved on to the
last. James felt for the cord and again brought the metal jaws down on it. In
ten seconds, Matt was no longer a man and was now the slave of a slave.
I hope you enjoyed. email me at [email protected] or IM me on AOL at noblee379 or
on MSN at [email protected]. later!
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Thecia's Little Accident | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia makes a slip of the knife.Fiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s little accident
My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m a working
engineer, but I enjoy cutting much more. I’ve been de-balling men for about
seven years now and I’ve racked up quite a score. I get my clients through a
tattoo parlor owned by my friend “Digger”, but some are repeat clients.
One of these is a Mistress named Linda who owns several slaves. The number
varies, but it’s usually two or three cut males, one stud male and one female.
She uses the stud male until she tires of him, then she nuts him and gets a
new one. She will sell or trade one to keep the numbers down. I do all the de-
balling for her.
This time she sent two intact male slaves, escorted by her female slave Pam.
When they arrived at my rented clinic in Mexico, Pam looked at me in horror
when she realized that she had forgotten the envelope with my payment. If it
was anyone else but Linda I would have been upset, but she was a regular and
would be good for it. Pam felt terrible and insisted on driving several hours
back to San Antonio for the money.
My assistant Jill and I strapped the two men onto their respective gurneys and
I got started. Linda always gave her slaves degrading names, these were “Shit
Head” and “Snot Nose” They were both very fit and good looking young men. When
we removed their clothes I found them to be up to Linda’s usual standards. At
seven and a half inches, Shit Head’s dick was the bigger by a little bit, both
sets of balls were world class, nice fat low hangers.
She usually gave me instructions on how to do it. If I should give more or
less pain, what to do with the severed nuts, etc. This time there was no such
letter.
I began the procedure. After preparing them, I cut open both nutsacks, one
slice on each side, I carefully tied off the cords popped the balls out and
snipped all four cords in order. The four nice balls were dropped into
formaldehyde filled peanut butter jars. I would send the gonads back to Linda
to do with as she likes.
We cleaned up and left the men resting as we want across the street to have
lunch. Nutting always makes me hungry.
Several hours later I checked in on the men and they had actually begun to
heal. I turned as Pam cam back into the clinic, tired from the drive but none
the worse for wear. She handed me the envelope with the cash in it. Along with
the cash was the missing instruction letter.
It Read, “Dear Thecia, Please take care of these slaves for me. I want Shit
Head nutted and please scare the shit out of my new stud slave, Snot Nose. Go
as far as popping his little balls out of his sack, then please put them back
so I can use his dick for a while. You can Keep Shit Heads nuts, I’m done with
them.
Thanks
Linda.”
All I could say was, “Shit.”
Respectfully Submitted
Thecia
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Black Magic Voodoo Queen | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Ex-girlfriend uses voodoo for the ultimate revenge. | Black Magic Voodoo Queen
The beating drums draw me closer through the darkness. The drumming
gets louder as I approach what appears to be a mid night bon-fire in
this secluded Cyprus grove. There, in the middle is the darkened
silhouette of a woman. I cannot see her clearly but I know she is the
most beautiful, seductive, and erotic woman I have ever imagined.
When she spots me gazing upon her in her primitive rite, we lock eyes
and she begins to approach me. As she approaches, I am irresistibly
drawn deeper into her dark, mysterious eyes, bringing me under her
hypnotic spell.
As I stand spellbound and at the mercy of this sexy, raven-tressed
witch, she utters with a sly smirk, “I have been expecting you” and
reached down to tie a leather chastity adorned with feather fetishes
around my balls.
She then returns to the fire circle and I watch in horror as she
fashions a voodoo doll in my likeness and resumes her black rite.
After making bizarre gestures and chanting unknown words, I begin to
feel a strange sensation tingling over my body. She puts her voodoo
to the test and passes the doll through the flames. My skin suddenly
burns and I feel the flames engulf my entire being.
Satisfied I am helplessly under her wicked spell; she continues her
torturous rite. “I brought you here for punishment. Your past lover
wants final revenge. She provided me with all the necessary details
to enslave you by your own fetish for feathers”. The witch then
produced a feathered talisman and began dancing her magic feathers
over the doll. Suddenly, I was consumed by the erotic tickling
sensation of the soft feathers stroking my over-stimulated body. The
witch worked her feathers over the spread legs of the doll and
watched in wicked delight as my cock responded instantly to her
attention and my constricted balls swelled.
As she stroked the doll, I was uncontrollably directed to grind and
pump the invisible force of feathers urging my cock higher and
higher. Susan approached from the darkness and together the two women
laughed at my helpless torment. The witch commanded, “surrender your
Will and I will make you cum!” with a nod, I agreed.
Then, with an evil grin, she said, “when I make you cum, your Will
will be mine forever”. She danced the feathers over the doll harder
and faster now. I could not resist her powerful magic. My body
convulsed with each beat of the feathers.
Suddenly, the witch stopped and Susan came face to face with me,
grabbed my now pulsing balls with her long, black taloned fingers,
and said in a deep, seductive, taunting voice, “you already
surrendered your Will to me long ago. You will never cum”. As she
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Kevin's Test | GAY, TESTICLES | Kevin takes a test to see if he can be the new cbt bottom | ` The Test `
Kevin had come to John’s to see if he could become one of his cbt bottoms. He
was introduced to a slave of John’s named Gary.
Gary was a eunuch. Gary told Kevin that in order to become one of John’s cbt
bottoms he had to pass a test.
The test was simple, Kevin’s balls would be bound tight and then they would be
subjected to having increased weight placed on them. The weight was in the
form of big red bricks, rather solid ones. One would be added at a time until
the crushing made him cum. Then they would be removed. However, they would be
added until he had an orgasm or until his balls were completely crushed if he
failed to reach orgasm.
There was a risk that even if he reached orgasm that the weight would be such
as to crush his balls.
Gary asked Kevin if he understood the rules and would he like to proceed.
Kevin nodded. He was already excited, his cock at full erection from listening
to the details of his test. Kevin had been a cbt bottom for sometime and had
always wanted to have the experience of being bottom to John.
Gary bound Kevin’s small firm balls in a very tight package and had him kneel
on his knees.
He was bound in place so he could not escape his test. Kevin’s balls were
placed on a flat board and Gary pushed his hard cock straight up against his
belly. Then reaching down he picked up the first brick and placed it on
Kevin’s balls. They were flattened some from the weight. Kevin’s cock throbbed
and jerked a bit.
The second one was put in place, being dropped a bit instead of being easily
placed. Kevin jerked a bit. Gary asked how his balls felt. They were beginning
to ache a little, Kevin said.
Kevin’s cock was now very hard, some precum was visible at its piss slit. His
balls were becoming somewhat flattened by the weight.
Gary reached for the third brick and dropped in place. Kevin moaned. His cock
throbbing.
Quickly Gary placed the fourth brick on his precious balls. Kevin’s body
twisted, his balls being quite crushed at this point. Then without warning cum
began to flow from Kevin’s hard cock. A fountain of cum shot up, all over his
belly and running down the shaft, over the bricks that were crushing his
balls.
Gary had a smile on his face. To Kevin’s surprise he started to walk out of
the room.
Kevin shouted after Gary! He thought that the bricks were to be removed after
he came. Gary stopped, came back to Kevin. The reaching down he picked up two
bricks and placed then on the pile. This was the last straw. The weight as to
much and both of Kevin’s balls popped. It had been his last orgasm with them.
Gary explained. John needs another eunuch and it was decided the next guy that
came for the test would be that eunuch. Kevin you are it!
Enjoy your new found life without your balls.
Gary walked out of the room leaving Kevin with his now softening cum covered
cock to except his new role in life.
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Chemical Castration, Will it work? | Other: News Story | Another story that i found while searching through askjeeves.com that i thought i would share | Chemical Castration, Will it work?
By: Steven L. Yep
The New Year has ushered in an abundance of new laws. One of the
most controversial laws is the mandatory chemical castration for
repeat child molesters. The term, in itself, "chemical castration"
conjures up frightening images.
What is it?
Depo-Provera is a drug which lowers the testosterone levels and the
resulting sex drive in men. It was originally developed as a
contraceptive for women. Depo-Provera would be regularly injected
to control ones urge to have sex. Once the injections are
discontinued, ones normal sex drive will return.
To Whom does it apply?
AB3339, which was originally intended to apply to all sex
offenders. Proponents of the new law say it is the only way to stop
criminals known for being repeat offenders. Currently, it will
apply to repeat offenders as a condition of their parole. The
sentencing judge has discretion to order it to first time
offenders. The Department of Corrections have not decided when to
administer the program. It is unclear if the new law should apply
to those already convicted or to those persons convicted after
January 1, 1997.
Arguments that the new law should only apply to those convicted
after the January 1, contend that it would be a violation of ex
post factors laws (new punishment which was not contemplated during
sentencing).
There are those who also contend that chemical castration is
unconstitutional. Certainly, this will be a case where the
constitutionality will be challenged in court.
Does chemical castration replace jail?
Absolutely not. Chemical castration will be administered only after
incarceration. Once the jail sentence has been completed, along
with the typical conditions of parole for child molesters; not to
go around schools, areas where child play, parks, etc. and to be
chemically castrated. The assembly bill was concerned about repeat
offenders and their behavior back into society.
Conclusion
There is no sane person on this earth who will condone child
molestation. It is a deplorable act. However, if one is truly
repentant and desires to change his or her behavior, Depo-Provera
maybe the answer. But, it begs the question; since Chemical
Castration is touted as a cure all, what is the purpose of jail?
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Steve is a panel attorney for PORAC legal defense fund. He
associates with attorneys Larry Peterson and Ingo Brauer. Mr.
Peterson is also a PORAC attorney and is Bilingual( Spanish). He
can be contacted at (408) 291-6040. Mr. Brauer can be reached at
the phone numbers below.
Steven L. Yep * Attorney at Law
111 W. St. John St. Suite 555 San Jose, CA 95113
Phone: (408) 275-1290 | {
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The London Adventure of Thomas Rakewell, Esq. - 1732 | TESTICLES | Tom Rakewell seduces the daughter of a virago who causes him great distress which leads him to retire to his family's estate and adopt the life of a country squire. | ` Story text lost in submission.Apologies from the Staff.
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All the pain but no pleasure!!! | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Boy intends to lose his virginity. He loses a lot more! | ` Jim was a 16 year old boy. His classmates had all fucked girls except him.
He was being teased about his virginity. One day, after school, Miss Blake,
the huge breasted games mistress, asked "Can I talk to you?" "Y-y-yes?" Jim
said. `
"I want you to help me. Come to my place," she said. She drove him to her
place. They went in, and Jim met a short, slim, petite woman, who Miss Brown
introduced as Justine. "Call me Diane", said Miss Blake.
"We want a threesome, so get your clothes off!" said Justine. Jim quickly
stripped off. "We want bondage, are you OK with that?" said Diane. "Oh yes!!"
said Jim, hardly knowing what she meant.
The two women firmly bound and gagged him, spreadeagling him to a bed.
Jim got extremely worried when the two women approached him with a sharp knife
and a roll of wire. "We are lovers," said Justine."We only want your sperm.We
hate men, so we will not fuck you. We will milk you, and then castrate you."
Jim whimpered, but could do nothing.
Diane tied the wire around his balls, and squeezed until he was about to come.
He grew a huge erection. Each woman then rode Jim until there was no sperm
left in his balls.
Justine then took the knife ank sliced Jim's scrotum open, leaving his balls
hanging out. Diane, smiling, severed the big, purple balls. She cut them open,
and passed one to Justine. Each woman then squeezed the bisected balls within
her cunt until they were sure there was nothing left in them.
They patched up Jim, and turned him loose. Jim was embarrased by the attention
his mates paid him over the next few days. They thought he'd fucked Miss Blake
and her "cousin". Jim just smiled through the pain of his empty scrotum.
About a year later, after he'd left school, Jim received 2 letters in the
post. From the child support people. He'd got both Diane and Justine pregnant.
They were seeking maintenance from him!! He didn't know whether to laugh or
cry...he'd never fucked a woman, and he'd been castrated by two women who'd
milked his sperm. His salary would all go on the children whose mums he'd
never had sex with. Mind you, he must have been really fertile. He gripped his
empty scrotum and permanently-limp penis, and dreamt wistfully of all the
fucks he could have had and all the kids he could have fathered.
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Hustling Part V | NULLIFICATION | Patrick is the center of attention at the pool party...especially for Charles | I don't think I'd ever felt more vunerable in my life; practically naked and
dickless in front of a dozen guys I didn't know. And they were all obviously
quite focused on me.
I had kind of backed up against the edge of the pool, the way a dog might nap
against a wall, for a sense of security. The doc came over and began to rub
the back of my head, placing one arm around my neck, affectionately. Sweetly,
he whispered in my ear: "Just relax boy. Everyone here knows whats NOT under
your little suit. And as you can see, they're all very anxious to see for
themselves. Are you going to be a friendly boy?" "Um, yes sir", I said
nervously. "Maybe this will help you put things in perspective", he said as he
produced a magazine in his other hand. It was obviously a gay fetish magazine,
open to the personals section. My stomach tightened, and I said "fuck" under
my breath, when I saw my picture there. It was not a discreet picture, as I
had posted in my own ad. Instead, it clearly showed my face and hairy chest.
The caption: "Total Bottom". I read on, "Total nullo: masculine, handsome, and
muscular, on HRT, available 24/7 as escort generous gentlemen. Available for
weekends, parties. Call to arrange details, and limits (few)."
"So you see Patrick, you have your first hustling job in your new position in
life. Our hosts have paid for your services here today and they're expecting
you to entertain them and their guests. "You do everything you're told,
understood?" "yes sir", I muttered, barely able to speak.
"Gentlemen, he's all yours", the doc said as he smiled at the crowd. "Oh, and
you may notice a mood change in a few minutes. I gave him something to ease
his nervousness his first time out". The men laughed knowingly. The doc then
kissed the top of my head and stepped away.
"Well, Patrick..." said the host, an older distinguished man with thick grey
hair. "Lets start with something easy, shall we?" Why don't you climb out of
the pool and let everyone get a look at you. "Yes sir", I said as I climbed
the stairs. I could hear comments like "nice ass", "fuck, look at the butt"
"hard to believe there's no sausage that goes with that body. Shame..."
The host Gary, had me go through a series of bodybuilding poses. I really put
all my energy into it, and they were appreciative, clapping and yelling
encouragement. I broke a sweat. Then I started to feel these little waves of
euphoria. The pill was kicking in. Someone threw me some suntan oil. I began
sensuously rubbing it into my skin, thickly. Gary told me to rub it everywhere
and I did: all over my head, face, chest even under my suit, deeply into my
crack, onto my thick legs. When I was bent over applying to my calves, I
turned my ass to the crowd. As the doc promised, suddenly I didn't care who
saw me. I din't care about anything. I was really into being the object of
their attention. Gary said, "ok, its time to lose the suit". I immediately
complied, and peeled it down my legs, still bent at the waist. Everyone got
out of the pool and moved in closely. When they'd gotten enough of that view,
I was told to lay on my back and spread my legs. Then to pull my knees into my
chest. Again, I heard the comments. "fuck, there is nothing there, NOTHING. Do
you fucking believe that Dave? One guy said, "hey I can't see everything for
the hair". So I parted the oily hair, showing them my little pee hole. Gary
spoke again. "Yeah, that's not gonna do". "Larry, you brought your straight
razor, right?" "oh, you'd better fucking believe I did". Larry disappeared to
get it. "Don't worry Patrick. Larry is an expert with the razor. He won't nick
you at all. The oil made a perfect lubricant as Larry moved in and made quick
work of removing my thick, black crotch hair, the last remaining masculine
thing in my crotch. "Man, that was easy, Larry said. "Usually the ball sacs
are tough. Don't have that problem here". Gary instructed me to get on all
fours and I felt the thick hair being removed expertly from my ass. My skin
tingled, felt alive, and every touch made me shiver. Larry then shaved my legs
before having me stand, my arms over my head, fingers clasped together. He
glided the razor over my belly, chest and underarms, leaving smooth, silky
white skin every place it touched. When he finally shaved my arms, I was sure
he was finished. I was totally bald nose to toes. He looked at Gary.
"Everything!" Gary instructed. I instinctively fell to my knees, giving Larry
access to my scalp. He shaved it clean. The final humilliation was when he
held my bald scalp between his legs and shaved off both eyebrows. He then
said, "close your eyes". I compied. He took small sissors from his pockets and
trimmed my eyelashes as close to my lids as possible.
Several of the men then led me to the outdoor shower and soaped me head to
toe, to get rid of the oil and hair. I was scrubbed and dried with a towel.
Then they led me to a mirror. I could hardly believe it was my own reflection.
I looked odd, but erotic, I had to admit. Like a sexy, muscular space alien.
Suddenly, I was overcome with feelings of submission, and got down on all
fours, spreading my legs inviting them to use me. The men were turned on
beyond all reason and wasted no time in penetrating my ass and my mouth,
giving me load after load of cum, which I greedily milked from their cocks and
swallowed.
to be continued.....
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Always Faithful | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, Other: Goddess Worship | Husband submits to emasculation by wife to ensure faithfulness. | Always Faithful
Sorrowfully I had told my sweet Heather how I was attracted to
Jennifer. I had not done anything to betray Heather, but I was afraid
that I might be unfaithful. Finally, we had come to the terrible
decision that brought us to the temple where we would worship the
Goddess together.
Heather took my hand. She led me to the pool of water before the
statue of the Goddess. I allowed Heather to tie my wrists behind my
back with the cord from my bathrobe. Neither one of us said anything
as she prepared me for emasculation, but our eyes met and we kissed
and I could tell how excited she was by my willingness. We went down
into the hot tub. When she picked up the razor blade and looked into
my eyes I saw that she was trembling. "I love you" I croaked. "I want
to be perfectly faithful to you. I want to do this with you. I
worship you now with my sacrifice as you worship the Goddess. Oh,
Heather! Take me!"
I felt her fingers encircle my throbbing erection. "This is very
hard." she said softly. There was a tear in her eye. "I know that you
are sorry for what almost happened between you and Jennifer. I know
that you don’t want to be unfaithful. But by this sacrifice we will
be absolutely certain that you are never unfaithful to me." She
kissed me again, and her mouth was salty with her tears. "This is the
right thing to do." Then she looked down. I kissed the top of her
head and smelled her hair and then watched as she placed the razor
blade carefully against the base of my erection. She gently stroked
my erection and I felt my last orgasm build. After all the times we
had made love she knew the exact instant when I had passed the point
of no return and as I shuddered with erotic pleasure she deliberately
pressed the razor down and at the same time quickly drew it sideways,
slicing through my penis.
Dark red blood spurted over her pretty white breasts. The sense of
giving myself to her, of offering myself to her, of worshipful
surrender at the moment of my orgasm, was so lovely that the searing
agony seemed like exquisite pleasure. I loved her so much!
She pulled my almost severed penis quickly down and we watched my
ejaculations as the thick milky spurts of semen erupted again and
again for the last time from the awful wound.
Then she consummated the sacrifice. I could feel horrible tearing
sensations as she completed the removal of my penis, and sliced
through my scrotum, and cut away my testicles with repeated strokes
of the small blade.
My blood gushed over her hands as she accepted my sacrifice. In
agony, groaning and whimpering with the pain, I thrust my trembling
hips eagerly forward, accepting the cruel requirement of my devotion.
She turned toward the statue with my severed genitals in her hands
and offered them to the Goddess. "Please accept our offering, Oh
Goddess. Bless us with pure, chaste love and affection for one
another." Then she placed the bloody flesh at the feet of the statue.
I felt weak. The pain was so great that I thought I would pass out.
Heather came to me and helped me out of the pool. She called for the
attendants who came to stop the bleeding and dress my wound.
I did pass out then, and I didn’t wake up for nearly two days. The
first thing I saw when I did awaken was Heather’s pretty face. She
looked awful - she had been at my bedside all the time and hadn’t
laid down to rest in all that time. But at the same time she looked
beautiful to me. I was disoriented for a few moments, and then I must
have moved because I felt a terrible pain in my belly. I groaned as
the memory of what we had done came back to me.
"I love you so much," I said through the haze of pain.
"I love you too," she answered.
"I’m afraid about the future." I said.
"Why?"
"Will you still love me even though I am no longer a complete man?"
"Your hands and your lips and your tongue will still be able to give
me pleasure. The knowledge of what you have done for me will always
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Thecia's Lighter Side | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia claims a prize. Fiction and not for minors. | Thecia‘s lighter side.
My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old female “Cutter.” As most of you know,
I write stories to be posted at EA. All of my stories have a grain of truth in
them.
I have a rule that does not allow me to meet, phone or cut anyone from this
website. It’s just too risky. Please respect this rule.
I travel for my job a lot. For the last month or so I found myself home in
Dallas.
My friend Patti and I went out clubbing last Saturday to blow off a little
steam. After a couple of clubs we ended up at Club Babalu on McKinney Avenue.
As always I wore a wig and kept out of the security cameras. We danced with a
few guys including a guy named Ted, who just exuded confidence, he was a
taller guy with a great body. Patti seemed to latch onto his wingman, Frank.
Both men were “keepers.”
Let me say that Patti is a size queen. If a guy is not swinging a rolling pin
size dick he’s history with her. In her shy manner she took Frank aside (we
could still hear her) and said, “Tell my about your dick.” She made it clear
that if he lied to her, he wasn’t getting a sniff. In the end I guess he
didn’t measure up because she walked away from him.
Ted and I went to another bar in McKinney for a night cap. He was so cocky and
sure of himself that he actually pissed me off. A plan slowly formed in my
little mind.
We went to a local motel, I stayed in the car as he signed in and we went in
the back to the room. There were no cameras in that area.
We made out on the bed with our hands all over each other, as if by magic our
clothes disappeared. He was magnificent, toned and powerful without being over
muscled. When I got to his package I actually said,”Oh my god.” Patti didn’t
know what she missed. He had to have eight or nine inches and it was as thick
as my wrist. I knew from experience that I couldn’t handle all that, but I
intended to try. His big balls were like fat lemons and hung low. I had to
have it, I went down on him like a starving monkey on a banana. I mouthed his
big balls, one at a time as I could never get both in my mouth at the same
time. I played with his helmet and licked his shaft from all sides. Finally I
took that massive knob into my mouth and felt the powerful pulse begin. He
just kept cumming and cumming, I didn’t count but it must have been nine or
tine full spurts.
He softened a bit but was back rock hard in seconds. He tossed me around like
a rag doll. He bent me over the bed and fucked me from behind. Then missionary
style and from there to cowgirl. From that position he put his hands under my
ass and jerked himself off using my body. I weigh 120 pounds but he lifted me
up and down like I was his fist. Before he came he turned me around and as I
sat on his face I took his oversized cock back into my mouth. When he got
close to cumming he turned me around again and I caught his second huge load
in my pussy. By this time I had cum three or four times and I was ready for a
nap.
We rested for a few minutes as I massaged his wonderful balls. His semi-hard
dick grew before my eyes. I said, “fun time” and pulled the nylon rope from my
bag. He looked surprised for a minute, but then smiled.
I tied his arms and legs securely to the metal bed frame. His big dick stood
up like a flag pole. I climbed on in a reverse cowgirl position, my pussy was
so wet and cum filled that he slid in easily. I could only take about half of
his huge dick, because it hit bottom and hurt. After a minute or so I slid
back into sixty nine. He didn’t seem to mind his own cum oozing out into his
mouth. I came a minute or so before he did, again he filled my mouth with that
thick rich cum. It was wonderful. I learned that he didn’t mind a sno ball, so
I kissed him full on the mouth with his own load still there. He lapped it up
like a hungry dog. My pussy fully ached from the pounding I received from that
oversized tool.
He had a good last lay, now it was time for me to claim my prize.
I slipped a ball gag in his mouth, he allowed it as he still believed it was
part of the kinky fun.
I taped his now soft big dick to his belly and retrieved the scalpel from my
bag, that little “clubbing” bag had nothing else in it but my tools. I bathed
his nutsack in betadine to sterilize it. I slit his bag, took out his doomed
nuts, tied them off and snipped them all in the span of five minutes. He was
trying to scream but the ball gag did its thing. Of course I had to hold the
dying orbs by their cords and swing them in his face…imp that I am.
I walked to where I had stashed my car. I drove to the C & B barbeque in Allen
and had a rack of ribs. Deballing always makes me hungry.
The next morning I was back on a jet to NJ for my job. I planned to have this
magnificent set sun dried in Mexico, encase them I acrylic and use them for
Christmas decorations.
Respectfully submitted.
Thecia
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Man Admits Doing Home Castrations | TESTICLES, Other: Everyone | A True Article from the local Paper!!! quoted word for word. | Date: Tuesday, March 16, 1999
Huntington, Ind. --
A man pleaded guilty Monday to practing medicine without a license
for performing castrations in his apartment.
Edward L. Bodkin, 56, could get two to eight years in prision at
sentencing April 12, Excactly why he performed castrations, and why
the men had it done, aren't clear. But prosecuter John Brandham said
the men did so voluntarily.
Bodkin videotaped the castrations and kept jars of preserved
testicles in his apartment.
++NOTE: If anyone hears anymore about this case please post it hear
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EX-GIRLFRIEND'S BARBERSHOP | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | MY EX GF GETS HER REVENGE AT MY LAST BARBERSHOP VISIT AS A MAN... | ` MY USUAL LATE APPOINTMENT WITH MY BARBER---A TIME I RELISHED. SHE WAS HOT
AND I WOULD GET AN ERECTION SOOOO BIG--THEN GO HOME AND HAVE GREAT SEX WITH MY
GIRLFRIEND. SIGH--WE HAD JUST BROKEN UP AND I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO 'ROSIE'--
MY LEFT HAND. `
I ENTERED THE SHOP AND WATCHED AS SHIRLEY LOCKED THE DOOR--SOMETHING SHE HAD
NOT DONE BEFORE. SHE SMILED AND COMMENTED ON HOW LONG MY HAIR WAS. I SMILED
AND SAID IT HAD BEEN AWHILE. I COULD FEEL STIRRINGS IN MY COCK AS SHE PUT THE
CLOTH AROUND MY NECK AND THEN THE CAPE. "HOW ABOUT A SHAVE TONITE"..SHE ASKED.
"FINE--I GUESS..." I WAS STUNNED. SHE HAD NEVER OFFERED THAT BEFORE. I WAS PUT
BACK IN THE BOWL AND SHAMPOOED--SLOWLY AND EXCITINGLY---I STARTED TO RUB MY
HARD COCK THRU THE JEANS. MMMMMMMM
BEFORE I KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING--FOUR HANDS WERE TIENG MY IN THE CHAIR. I
STARTED TO PROTEST AND A GAG WAS SHOVED IN MY MOUTH. MY EX GF WAS STARING DOWN
AT ME...LAUGHING. "HI THERE EX-LOVER...MEET MY NEW LOVER.....". THEY BOTH
LAUGHED AND KISSED.
MY PANTS WERE PULLED OFF AND LEGS TIED BACK AS THE EX PUMPED MY COCK TO NEAR
CLIMAX. ' OH NO---YOUR LAST WAD MUST BE SPECIAL SHE PURRED.THEY QUICKLY
CLIPPERED AND SHAVED MY PUBIC AREA. I WAS STUNNED. ANOTHER SHADOW ENTERED THE
ROOM---A WHITE UNIFORMED LADY. MEET OUR THIRD PARTNER--AS ALL THREE LAUGHED
AND CARRESSED EACH OTHER.
'WE ARE GOING TO MAKE YOU OUR EUNICH---THEY LAUGHED AS I SQUIRMED AND
SPUTTERED. IT WILL ALL BE OVER SOON THEY LAUGHED. MY EX TOOK MY COCK IN HER
MOUTH AND SLOWLY LICKED AND SUCKED. SHIRLEY HAD CLIPPERS NEXT TO MY EAR AND
WAS SLOWLY CLIPPERING MY HAIR AWAY AND WHISPERED WHEN YOU CUM---YOUR BALLS
WILL BE LIBERATED FROM YOUR BODY---I COULD FEEL SHARP STINGS AROUND THE BALL
SAC AS ANESTHETIC WAS INJECTED AND THEN A TITE CORD ENCIRCLED MY TESTICLES AND
PULLED TIGHTLY. I COULD FEEL THE POINT OF NO RETURN APPROACHING AND THEN-----
THE LARGEST AMOUNT OF CUM I HAD EVER EJECTED SPEWED FORTH AND MY BALLS WERE
SLOWLY AMPUTATED FROM THEIR USUAL RESTING POSITION---MY LAST ACT AS A MAN WAS
COMPLETED....
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David Wallace Nullo | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | David Walllace has his penis, testicles, and scrotum cut off. | ` My penis stood at attention as I looked around the apartment. I was totally
naked, as were the two women and the other guy, Todd. Todd's penis was also
hard, and Molly's nipples were erect, and her cunt was dripping her pussy
juices down her naked thigh. Tashsa's pussy was also wet, and her big DD-cup
tits were bouncing as she walked around the apartment with the vidoe camera. `
"Suck his dick", Tasha told me in a breathless whisper.
I obliged, getting down on my knees and taking Todd's penis into my mouth. I
sucked his whole dick into my mouth, until his heavy sperm-filled balls
slapped my chin. Then I gradully let it out, until only the head of his cock
was in my mouth. As I did so, I slid a finger into his tight anus, and Molly
slipped the head of a huge strap-on dildo into my own anus.
Molly pumped back and forth, fucking my gay anus, as I continued to suck
Todd's hard penis. After what seemed like an eternity, Todd's breath came in
gasps, and his balls tightened as he shot his huge creamy load of sperm into
my eager mouth.
As the torrents of sperm gushed into my mouth, the girls fingered their
pussies and Molly whispered "Yeah, fag, swallow Todd's hot sperm."
I swallowed all of Todd's man juice as I felt Tasha's tongue invade my
asshole, replacing Molly's dildo.
Molly and I licked Todd's dick, balls, and asshole, and he gradually got hard
again. Then Todd got behind me and gently inserted his hard penis into my
tight anus, with Tasha guiding it. As he pushed his entire dick into my
asshole, the girls fingered their cunts and tweaked their nipples. Todd's
balls slapped my own balls as he pumped back and forth, and Molly wrapped her
lips around my hard penis and sucked like there was no tommorow. It was the
first and last time my penis was ever inside a girl.
I blew my own load into Molly's mouth at the same instant that Todd shot his
sperm into my ass. I groaned and lay down on my side as Todd's semen leaked
out of my asshole. My penis got soft for a minute, until Tasha and Molly
licked it clean.
When my dick was again hard, Tasha motioned me over to the kitchen. "Time to
cut off that fag dick of yours David", Tasha said with lust in her voice.
"Yeah," said Molly. "Those useless balls of you have to come off as well,
David"
Molly picked up the camera as Tasha tied my balls and dick off. Then Tasha put
a sharp scissors around the base of my scrotum.
After Molly focused on my useless sex organs, Tasha looked at me and Todd,
who's dick was also rock hard.
"Ready to lose those queer balls of yours, fag", she asked me.
"Yeah," I replied, eager to become a eunuch.
With one swift motion, Tasha closed the scissors, and I felt a brief white hot
pain as my balls fell into Todd's waiting hand.
My balls rolled out of my severed scrotum, and Tasha grabbed them before they
could fall to the floor. After Tasha and Molly fondled my severed balls and
scrotum for a few minutes, Molly placed them into a jar of alcohol.
Then Tasha put my raging hard penis onto a paper cutter and took the camera
from Molly. As I felt Todd's dick enter my asshole again, it was Molly's turn
to cut my rock hard dick off.
"I'm going to cut off your queer dick off, David," Molly said, barely able to
contain the excitement in her voice.
The thighs of both girls were dripping wet with their own cunt juices, and
Todd's breath came in gasps as he came near to climax.
Todd came violently as Molly rammed the blade of the paper cutter home.
I cried out as I felt the razor sharp blade pass unmollested through my erect
penis. My dick came off, to rest on the body of the paper cutter.
I watched in amazement as Tasha picked up my severed penis, and put it into
her mouth, pushing it back and forth, as if sucking it. Molly and Todd also
took turns sucking my severed manhood, before Tasha rinsed it off and placed
it into another jar of alcohol.
"You're no longer male Davida," Tasha said in an excited voice. "You're a
nullo," she said.
And she was right.
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Boy Neutering Drug | MINOR | None | --- NEWS TICKER ---
Boy Neutering Drug
Belleview pediatrician tests neutering drug on 100 boys.
BELLEVIEW -- A Belleview pediatrician is playing a key role in the
testing of
a new drug that could revolutionize the neutering of male children
in the United
States.
Instead of using invasive surgical techniques, Neutersol is
injected directly
into the testicles, which soon stop producing spermatozoa and
wither to one-tenth
their normal size. The one-time-only treatment is painless, cheaper
than surgery
and could be performed easily at home.
Dr. Rick Erwin at the Belleview pediatrician Hospital was selected
to perform the
procedure on 100 boys in the final phase of testing before
potential approval by
the U.S. Food and Drug Administration. It could be available on the
market for use
on boys by late 1999.
"I have a lot of clients that have asked to participate in the
program because it's
non-surgical," Erwin said. "The young child really hardly even
knows it's happening."
The active ingredient in the chemical is zinc arginine, which Erwin
says is harmless
unless injected into the testicle. In cooperation with the Humane
Society of the United
States and Humane Society International, Neutersol has been in use
in Mexico and El
Salvador for years as a way to control their serious problems with
Slaveboys.
It was developed at the University of Missouri-Columbia School of
Human Medicine and
is expected to cruise through the FDA approval process. A previous
test of 20 boys was
conducted in Phoenix several months ago. Erwin's program is only
the second experimental
use of Neutersol in the United States, with a third scheduled to
begin in six months.
"Orphanages across the country are forced to castrate hundreds of
boys every year because
of rampant demand. Neutersol could be the key to making castration
more accessible," said
Tom Lane, at the University of Florida. "What's more, because it is
non-invasive, it may
be an even more humane method of castration."
Erwin will inject the first round of boys on Monday, with about 20
more a week until
the whole batch is done. Mostly children from the county orphanage
center will participate,
in addition to families who have volunteered their boys.
All participating boys will be between 10 months and about 13 years
old, Erwin said, and
they will be monitored and tested over the next year to ensure the
castration was
successful.
He said it is better than surgical neutering because there is no
risk of death from
anesthesia, little swelling and hardly any risk of infection.
"These boys can go right on back and live their normal lives.
There's no pain, it could
be done during school break" Erwin said.
There has even been talk -- very preliminary of course -- of
someday adapting the
chemical for use on older boys. Neutersol has only been tested on
prebupertal boys, so
far.
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Mating Habits of the Goglometa Gigantica | STRAIGHT, WARNING, TESTICLES, MINOR | The goglometa is a parasitic worm found in some rivers running through the Amazon rainforest. To reproduce, the goglometa seeks an adult female human host ... | The goglometa is a parasitic worm found in some rivers running through the
Amazon rainforest. In its early stages, it is round, approximately 3cm long,
and tapered at the edges. It has a rudimetary spine and is capable of swimming
short distances very quickly.
Mating
To reproduce, the goglometa seeks an adult female human host. This generally
occurs when a female urinates in the water. The worm, with antennae capable of
detecting urine, swims against the stream and into the source, wriggling and
buyring itself deep within her pussy. Due to the small size of the goglometa,
the worm's movement is generally not noticed.
Alice had no choice. It was pee in the river or wait until she got back to the
hotel, and she couldn't hold it any longer. So with the excuse of wanting to
take a quick dip in the water, she removed as much clothing as possible, then
climbed down the side of the boat and splashed shoulder-deep into the water.
She quickly slipped her panties off and finally spread her legs, releasing a
torrent of urine. Alice must have been peeing for a full minute when she felt
a tickle against her pussy. She finished, put her panties back on, and climbed
into the boat. She dried and dressed as they headed back to the dock.
Once lodged deep in the female's pussy, the goglometa attaches one end of
itself to a fleshy surface and begins to engorge on blood, growing up to 8
inches long and becoming much thicker. It also grows a long tentacle. This can
take only minutes. When finished, the worm secretes specific hormones into the
bloodstream, making the host extremely aroused and distorting her judgment.
Back at the hotel, it was nearing dark, and Alice decided to check out the
small gym in the basement. It was quiet on the entire floor, not a soul in
sight. Except when she entered the gym, where she found a young boy working
out. He looked no older than 15. As he worked out, he began to sweat and
eventually removed his shirt and socks. He was left wearing only gym shorts,
hanging loosely around his thin frame. For some reason, Alice couldn't take
her eyes off him, and found herself getting very horny. Eventually, the boy
left and entered the men's locker room. Against her better judgement, Alice
followed. She crept quietly in and looked around the corner. She saw the boy's
clothes laying on a bench and the sound of a shower coming from another door.
Alice slipped off her clothes and began rubbing her pussy as she walked to the
door. Carefully, she opened it and peered in. The room was filled with steam,
but she could see the young boy, soap dripping down his back, over his bubble
butt, and between his legs. They were alone.
Without any more hesitation, Alice walked across the wet floor toward the boy.
He heard her footsteps and turned to face her. He was stunned to see a naked
woman staring intently at him, like something out of a dream. She leaned
forward to kiss him, and he opened his mouth, their tongues intertwining.
Alice reached down and stroked his already hard cock. She broke the kiss and
pushed on the boy's shoulders. He sank to his knees, now facing her spread
legs and smooth, shaved pussy. "Eat me." she said. The boy complied,
tentatively licking the soft flesh.
The female's prerogative quickly becomes a mission to mate with a male victim,
preferably younger and more virile. The hormones that have by now fully
saturated her blood stream will direct her to demand oral sex. This is a
necessary trap, for when the female reaches orgasm, the goglometa releases
toxins that both increase the male sex drive and paralyze him from the neck
down.
By now, the young boy had his face buried in Alice's dripping wet pussy as she
straddled his body on the floor, legs locked around his neck. Lapping and
licking and sucking, he was learning to enjoy eating pussy, furiously pushing
his tongue deeper and rubbing his entire face into Alice's hole. She moaned
and bucked her hips, shaking uncontrollably as she eventually reaching orgasm.
The boy happily gulped down her juices, continuing to lick her pussy. Only a
moment later, he began to feel dizzy and stopped. Alice released her grip on
his head and slid down his wet body until her pussy was hovering above his
hard cock. She held it in place and in one swift move, took the entire length
of his cock into her slick warmth. The boy, now unable to move his arms or
legs, began to worry until Alice took him into her. He simply lay there and
moaned. This was his first fuck.
Once the male victim has inserted his penis into the female's pussy, the
goglometa reaches out its single tentacle and inserts it into the male's
urethra. It continues down into the base of his cock until it reaches his
testicles. There it deposits over 100 eggs, which grow into immature goglometa
as they feed on the male victim's sperm. This can occur in a matter of
seconds.
Alice fucked the boy slowly, making small moves up and down his cock. The boy
moaned, her pussy felt so good. The he felt a tingling at the tip of his cock.
Some sort of thin and slimy tentacle began working its way down his cock. He
shreiked and moaned as Alice continued to fuck him. The tentacle thickened as
it pumped something into his body, stretching the boy's urethra to an
unimaginable size. Alice came again, as the tentacle withdrew, then stood up,
turned, and walked out. The boy lay there, the shower still running, unable to
move. His balls ached. He was able to look down at his body, and saw his
scrotal sack move and expand. He tried to scream, but no words came as his
balls exploded, small worms falling over his body. They all wriggled away and
into the water, where they were washed down the drain. He passed out.
Alice entered the locker room and saw a boy, about 17, sitting on a bench
undressing. She approached the boy, her wet pussy in his face. "Eat me." she
said.
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The Contract IV. (finale) | PENECTOMY | Jim has decided to trade his penis for a few weeks of pleasure. He is starting to change his mind though, but that would cost him a lot of money... How much is a cock worth? | The doctor came, greeted everyone and explained the procedure. It won't be a
standard penectomy, instead an extremelly simplified operation, made possible
by Veru's wish about the size of the remaining penis. Jim's penis will be
anesthetized and rubbed with special gel, that will help keep the proportions
of the severed penis (it will also make him a little bigger). No scalpel will
be necessary; after banding the shaft at the root, they will pull and simply
snip off with a device simillar to garden pliers. Then, special bacterial
cream will be applied to the wound, which will then heal within one hour. The
band can be removed after five minutes. No blood loss, no shock or staying in
the hospital. Ah, the modern medical technology.
Jim listened to what is going to be done to him and almost had tears in his
eyes. Meanwhile, the nurse begun to apply anesthetical gel to the root of
Jim's penis and next, the preservation gel to the whole penis. Jim watched her
massaging his pride, but to his regret, he felt less and less due to the
anesthetics. The nurse announced she is done; the doctor was checking his
stopwatch for a minute and than announced: "It's time." The words were like
needles in Jim's brain. The doctor also asked Veru, if she want's to do it.
"I'll be delighted," she answered and got Jim one of her long, french kisses,
the sort which would normally be followed by some hot activities. Well, it
surely was hot enough for her. She still held Jim's hand with her left hand
and grabbed the 'pliers' with her right hand. The nurse pulled Jim's penis
like it was made from gum and the doctor has navigated Veru's pliers to
position. Veru looked Jim deeply in his eyes...
Snip!
The doctor has applied the bacterial cream and the nurse has taken the severed
penis somewhere, but Jimm hasn't followed what's happening around him. He had
the image of Veru's eyes looking at him, as well as the cutting sound burned
into his mind. After five minutes, his stump (almost zero length) was released
from the band and after one hour, the doctor checked him and signed him for
release. When they were leaving the hospital, a glass jar was at the reception
for Veru to pick up. It contained Jim's penis, freely floating in the fluid.
Veru drove Jim back to their nest. Jim was silent for most of the day, only
long after noon he seemed to partially get to his senses. He begun to touch
and feel his crouch. It was completelly healed already, smooth and looked like
there was never a member hanging there. A small peehole was kept by the smart
bacteria. Jim didn't drink for most of the day, so it took a while to try it
out. It was a strange, the feeling of the urine flow just stopped half way and
it just squirt away, with enough force. It worked just fine, almost like if
the penis was still there, although it wasnt. Jim watched himself peeing,
looked at himself in the mirror. "This is fucked up," was the first clear
thought, but he then ditched as greatly unsufficient to describe his
condition.
Veru came closer to him when he was back in bed. "I'm still your sex slave for
one more week," she said, lying on him and brushing her breasts on his
chest."What do you want with me to do now? Do you want to feel my mouth... or
visit my wet juicy pussy? Oh, my king, I'm so horny just thinking about it...
Please don't let me wait too long... It's been hours since we last made
love... Oh I so can't wait..." She looked completelly serious, but must have
had a great kick out of this. Could she really be so cruel? "I know what we
can do... As you're my master, I'll now show you some even better numbers than
you already know. I'll show you the very best ones, ten times better than
anything we've done already. I'm so horny now!" Fucking bitch!!!
Veru had her fun for an hour or so, but then resumed her responsibilities she
agreed to in the Contract. She smiled at the idea, that she could now 'skip'
the rest of the Contract, take Jim's dick and escape somewhere to eastern
Europe. Noone would find her. Of course she couldn't really do it because of
her studies and so. But still, now when she had what she wanted, she regretted
doing such a Contract without leaving backdoors for her. "Ah well, noone's
born as a lawyer, still gotta learn. It's just a week," she thought.
Next day, Jim was concious and asked Veru, what will be next. He couldn't
imagine going back to the life he had before; not only he had no dick now, but
he got used to the new lifestyle too much. How can he go on without Veru, her
friends, everything he has experienced during the last weeks? Like, isn't it
enough he can never have sex again, he has to give it all up? That's absurd!
Veru listed to his flow of thoughts and seemed quite happy with them. She
offer him switching sides. He can stay with her and her friends, give them
sexual pleasure and generally be their slave. And by that, stay with the
lifestyle he got used to during the last weeks. Of course, he will need to
resume his work and preferably find and pay the rent of another house, so they
all can stay together. Some guys will be visiting and staying for the night
often, too...
Though not exactly what Jim has ever imagined doing with his life, he hardly
had any choice but agree to the terms and conditions. He stayed with Veru and
other girls as their slave. No contract was necessary this time...
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Adolescents | STRAIGHT | 2023 a new society a young girl beyond her years!!!! | ` She was only 15, and already had deballed two males!!!!. Her uncle, and
bother!! Already a legend in her small village. Her name was Catherine the
deballer!!! A slim girl who was just turning into a Woman,, and with an air
way beyond her years!!!! In her village it wasn't uncommon for females to
castrate there males. But even the older Women were shocked at her
method!!!!!! She would literally rip there balls off!!!!! A 90lb girl ripping
the balls off a 200lb male just wasn't expected of a young girl, and
considered cruel,,,,,,,,,, even by their standards, the weaker sex was after
all, at the mercy and protection of their society!!!! Something had to be done
about her they all agreed!!!! If she got into the breeding stock, the special
ones with the large testis she could cause serious problems for us!!!!! So it
was agreed!! Catherine would be brought before a tribunal...... Catherine
entered the Temple!!!! Her two male eunuchs following her!!! Naked from the
waist down. Ballless their useless cocks dangling between their legs!!!!!!
Catherine stood proudly before the tribunal!!!!!! The young girl took the
posture of a aggressive female legs spread wide, hands-on hips, in the manner
of a full grown Woman!! """Ask your questions "" !!!!!!!!!!!! Very well
Catherine! You are here concerning your method of castrating your male
charges!!!! It is considered unacceptable by our society to physically
castrate a male by ripping his balls off!!!!! So we have rules concerning the
proper method do we??? Ladies!!!!! We do Catherine!!!! You're young and
ambitious,,,, we see this.. But one must wait her turn........ Do you
challenge us Catherine????? Catherine looked at the four Women sitting before
her!!!! Have any of you sitting there,,,, ever ripped the balls off a
man??????? There was silence..............
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Moral Purity act of 2021 pt 2 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The truth behind the story | ` After Sean had been castrated he waited for a ride home. His parents too
embarrassed sent Kevin Sean's twim brother. The only way to tell the
difference was that Kevin was circumcised. Today it no longer mattered. `
Kevin handed Sean a package. Take these every day and the effects of the
castration will be limited to the lack of balls.
Sean did as he was told. Since there was no need to return to court nobody
would know. This was Sean's biggest mistake.
On their nineteenth birthday Kevin told Sean to start shaving his head. Why?
asked Sean.
Look in the mirror. Our hair is quickly falling out. Like Dad we will be bald
in less than a year. The authorities will know you are taking hormones. Sean
stopped taking the hormones and his hair loss stopped. Unfortunately the
shower was being clogged with his body hair and Kevins head hair.
Kevin gave Sean a note and told him not to open it for forty eight hours. He
and Karen were going to get married tonite and there is something he needs o
know but not now.
Right after the wedding recepion Karen and Kevin were in a serious auto
accident. Kevin died instantly and Karen called the DA and gave her death bed
confession. It as Kevin who got her pregnant not Sean. After she died The DA
called Sean and told him to come into his office.
Sean brought the note with him and was informed that as of today he was going
to receive implants and free testorone. Also his record would be striken from
the docket.
Sean decided to take the hormones and things went from bad to worse. In three
months he looked like nothing had ever happened. But the anger could not be
controlled. He once again stopped the hormones and lived life as a male with
no balls.
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Ex-Girlfriend reports Penectomy Results | PENECTOMY | My ex-boyfriend lost his penis due to an motorcycle accident. Read here how he was modified. | Hi, I am Susan and would like to write something about my
ex-boyfriend Werner.
He is now 23 years old, 185 cm, black hair, slim. He is studying
civil engineering. He has lost his penis at an accident with his
motorcycle 4 years ago. The accident happened in summer. He weared a
pair of short slags only, no safety dress, when he made a short ride
with the motorbike in our village. A car hit him and he came below
the bike. His lower body got contact with the chain and foot rests.
Additional to the direct injury there occured an infection one day
later because of dirt. That time he 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 completely. 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 he has to go to
bathroom often times. All wounds have healed so far. The testicles
are working as hormone producers, so that he has not to take
hormones externally. His sexual drive has decreased strongly however
after the accident. Erections are no longer possible for him. Soft
massage of his balls etc. is a nice experience for him. First time
in hospital he had a catheter after the surgeries. But after one
week he had to lern to use the new pee hole. In the beginning it was
very painfull for him because of wounds. It was difficult to do the
job without too much spray. Nowadays he can handle it quite good.
Due to the very back location of the opening he has to remove his
trousers for urinating. He has to sit down for this business of
course. Only this way he can pee without spray. He can use the men's
urinal toilet with special pose only. Practically he uses the
sitting toilet (positive! clean bathroom now). Because of strongly
reduced capacity of his bladder he has to pee quite often since the
accident.
For him the accident was a big change of life as it was for me.
Before that he had been never thinking about such a handicap.
There are so many problems physically and mental for him. He was
only 18 yrs old when it happened. At that time he was living
together with me. I tried to give him good support already in
hospital and later at home. But after 6 months we seperated. He
had several injuries, also broken legs. "Downstairs" some organs had
been badly hurt. Testicles (contusion), urethra (rupture,
shortened), bladder (rupture) and prostate (removed) got much
damage. Errections are no longer possible, there is nothing left to
grow and get hard. Generally his sex drive has reduced much. He has
no more ejaculations. Only from time to time, mostly at night, some
liquid is coming out of his pee hole.
Our sex life after the accident:
He has licked me with his soft tongue to several orgasms. Also with
his fingers he stimulated my vagina. But I never could give him back
some satisfaction. Like a machine he tried to make me feel good, but
actually it was no pleasure for him. I tried to softly kneat his
balls to make him come. But his body did not respond. Also he became
very unselfconcious and shy. Before his accident I liked his macho
style behaviour. Nowadays he acts like a slave with no stamina.
After several weeks I decided to leave him and I met a real man
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Mousetrap | STRAIGHT | Bad time with a mousetrap. | Finally Wayne was to have sex with Earline. His penis was extremely hard just
thinking about it. He knocked on her door and was quite surprised when a
fairly large man opened the door. The man gently stated Earline was busy at
the moment and Wayne was invited in. Just then Earline came out of the bedroom
and Wayne gasped to see her entirely naked. The next thing the man placed
something over Wayne’s mouth and he dropped to the floor. Quite a while later
Wayne found himself tied spread eagle and naked on the bed.
Earline came out and still naked looked at Wayne and looked at his still erect
penis and laughed. The man appeared and soaked Wayne’s penis in some ice water
and he felt his penis start to go very flaccid. The man laughed at the tiny
penis. He then started to shave every area of his body to include his
underarms, chest balls and penis. Pretty soon Wayne was bald all over. The man
then starting to finger his prostrate and Earline stood back and laughed.
Wayne could not believe it when his flaccid penis started to leak cum.
The man continued the massage and Wayne leaked out a lot of cum. It felt like
pissing and no orgasmic pleasure. Earline then came all the way over to the
bed and looked at the cum and starting laughing. She started sucking on his
penis and when it would start getting hard she would zap his balls with some
type device causing him to go quite flaccid. She grabbed his balls and asked
him why he should be allowed to keep such puny things.She then brought out
some liquid that would freeze his balls.
She said this would cause him to have very brittle balls and had to be careful
that they did not shatter. She then continued to milk his prostrate and again
a lot of cum dripped out of his small little penis with no groin hair. She
then got a fairly large mouse trap and placed his balls in it.
He begged and begged not to do what she was thinking of doing. She started to
really suck him off and he continued to beg for his precious balls. Right at
the moment of ejaculation she released the mouse trap and his balls shattered.
He continued to cum, but it was now a weak stream and soon it stopped and he
stared down at his tiny tiny penis with no hair and his ruined balls. Earline
laughed and laughed at his expression and his small worthless nub.
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A New Puppy-Boy | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, femdom | The fabulously wealthy Cher decides to have her new puppy-boy altered for her idle convenience. | ` Cher returns home to her North London mansion after a hard day's shopping at
Harrods, and the like. `
"Ah, it's so lovely being posh," she thinks to herself. "I'm so glad I married
Max. I knew he was wealthy when I married him, but I really had no idea, until
after his unfortunate death, that he was fabulously weathly." She lets out a
contented purr. "I almost feel guilty at having encouraged him to use those
amyl-nitrate poppers during sex. I mean, I knew he had a heart murmur, and
everything, but how I was to know how acute it was? It was really a completely
innocent mistake, one that anyone in my exact same position could have done."
Just then, her P.A., Jane, interrupts her thoughts and informs her that the
new puppy-boy she ordered has arrived.
Cher inspects the puppy-boy, named Sid, who kneels naked on the floor in front
of them.
Being naked and humiliated in front of the powerful and sexy Cher causes Sid
to get erect and his erection strains for attention.
Cher snorts with disgust. "Just look at him", she says to Jane. "Males and
their everlasting erections, begging for attention. Well I suppose we may as
well humor him and let him get a little relief."
Cher commands Sid to jerk off for her and Jane's amusement.
"That's right, little puppy-boy", coos Cher, as Sid vigoruosly strokes
himself, "show off for your mummy, show her what you can do."
When Sid cums, Cher coos, "that's a good boy, good boy, well done. What a
lovely big mess you've made for your loving mummy. What a generous tribute to
my feminine charms. That's right, pump it all out, every drop. Very good, very
nice."
Then she casually turns to Jane and asks her to call Sarah, her personal Vet.,
and tell her she's got a little job for her.
Jane protests, "But Cher, surely you don't mean to have him...???"
"Oh, but yes, my dear Jane," Cher dryly intones, "that is exactly what I
mean."
Jane shrugs and says, "Ok, you're the boss."
Cher greets Sarah warmly when she arrives.
Sid has already been made ready for her. He is securely bound over a special
purpose bench.
Sarah smiles as she sees Sid stretched out and ready for her.
Cher and Jane relax in large overstuffed chairs and sip champagne as they
watch Sarah perform the requested alteration on the helpless puppy-boy.
When Sarah is finished, Cher says, "Take him away to the kennels until after
he's healed."
Two weeks later she asks Jane how the new puppy-boy's doing.
"You mean, Sid?" asks Jane.
"Yes, I believe that was his name," Cher replies.
"He's doing fine. Better than fine, really. He's even made friends with some
of your non-neutered puppy-boys. It's amusing to watch him offer his sexual
favors, his submissive mouth and butt, to them."
"Yes," drawls Cher, "I can just imagine. But please have him thoroughly
cleaned and scrubbed and bring him to my bed chamber, I feel the need for some
rest and relaxation."
Sid can't believe his good luck as being allowed into the presence of his
wealthy, powerful, and stunningly sexy mistress.
Cher inspects his empty scrotum and chuckles. "How I love the sight of an
empty sac," she says, "especially if it's been done at my command. It gives me
such a feeling of power to know I can do that to a male. It's really got my
clit throbbing now, and I'm aching to be licked."
Cher leans back on her enormous bed and spreads her legs revealing her
beautiful, pouting pink shaven pussy to Sid's adoring, worshipful eyes.
"C'mon, little puppy-boy, your mummy needs a good licking."
As she feels Sid's warm, eager tongue going to work on her pussy lips, she
sighs and leans back on her satin pillows. "Ahhhh, ummmmm, it's true what they
say," she murmurs contentedly, "neutered puppy-boys do make the best pussy
lickers."
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Famine in the Horn of Africa | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The Wests response to repeated famines gets down to population numbers. | Famine in the horn of Africa 2012.
UN HQ
The UN disaster relief agency and the World health organisation
representatives groaned as the data on the current famine were
displayed on the video wall in the UN HQ building. It was a case of
here we go again, the third time this millennium that the countries
of Ethiopia and Somalia were facing famine. The once reasonably
reliable rains had failed for the 4th consecutive year . Vast
quantities of food were needed. Basically the land could not
support the number of people even in good years let alone the bad
years.
The meeting went through the by now routine disaster response
planning almost in a sense of numbed helplessness. After the
junior workers had departed to start the flow of aid one of the
Arab members casually said there was a way to prevent this
happening time and time again. As he outlined his plan the meeting
became electric. The debate was long and furious. Eventually the
combination of the US and Arab members carried the day and the
proposals would be privately put to the UN.
Abadana Feeding station Ethiopia
The staff could not believe the instructions from HQ even when they
were repeated time and again. Some resigned but most eventually
accepted the scheme. Slowly the organisation prepared its self for
the new way of allocating aid.
The scheme was simple. Any family with a male had to send or bring
that male to the feeding centre. If there was no male then the
family got the standard allocation of food. If they had a male then
they had 2 choices, on gave them half the standard allocation the
other twice the normal amount. Every male from the family that
came forward would get the extra ration of food .
There was nearly a riot when the scheme was outlined to the
starving masses but by the next morning the first young boys were
presented by their mothers and dully dealt with. The second day saw
the trickle turn to a flood and the scheme was well under way.
It was a simple process. First the family registered, next the male
was inoculated and given a couple of pills, one to take immediately
the other for later. A few minutes later the male was presented to
the special assistant , after which he sat in line for about an
hour before getting his allocation of food. After this he was free
to go. In full flow each assistant could process about 100 males
per our. Provided their testes had descended it didn’t matter how
old they were, once treated they were eligible for the extra
rations.
On that second day one of the staff leant against the wall watching
the line of boys staggering down the road with their larger than
normal bags of food and smiled. Each one walked with a legs wide
apart gait. The naked ones clearly showed the little ball sacks
stretched tight and blue in the evening sun. The red lines of the
rubber elastrator bands could be seen on some but most had the
bands sunk deep into the skin. The process of adjusting the
population to fit the lands ability to sustain the people had
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Castrating Small Town Doctor | Ive been stuck in this small town for four years. I got through medical
school on a public health scholarship and now its payback time. Five years
of community service health care out in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but
flat land, farms for a hundred miles. But, todays my birthday, and to
celebrate I schedule my favorite patients for annual check-ups. They all have
a lot in common. Most are tall good-looking men from the area. First up was
Doug Bracket. Doug was a cute twenty-five year old blond. Intelligent even
if he didnt have much education. Pleasant manner, built body from running
his farm. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans with some clean boots on
his feet. I had him undress so I could examine his body. I always made it a
point to be in the room when they undressed. He carefully pulled off his
boots and lined them up next to the exam table. He pulled off his shirt to
reveal a broad chest and handsome abs. He shed his jeans and carefully folded
them and put them on a chair. He was just standing there in his boxers and
socks waiting for my next command. I pulled down his shorts and started my
exam. I had diagnosed him with testicular cancer three years ago. I had felt
a lump and wanted him to see a specialist. He was worried about losing his
familys farm especially after his daddy had died of cancer when Doug was only
twenty. He did most of the work alone now. His three children were too small
to help. I explained some options - radiation, chemo, surgical removal of the
tumor. He wanted to know a quick, 100% effective cure. I knew of none and
told him it wasnt that bad, there was a good chance of survival, and it
wasnt as if we had to cut everything off. His eyes lit up and he asked if I
could perform the surgery in my office. "What surgery? Well Doc youve given
me a solution. Just amputate the lot. Ive had my kids and Ive been worried
about my genitals ever since my Dad died of testicular cancer. It would be a
big relief if you would just cut everything off." I had an instant hard-on.
An exquisite specimen of manhood was asking me to disconnect his balls and
dick from his body. I quickly agreed. So three years later I was doing his
annual follow up exam to make sure the cancer had not reappeared and to give
myself another look at his beautiful flat groin. His shorts were at his
ankles as I stared and probed the naked flesh between his legs. His powerful
thighs framed an empty canvas. Doug was happy with the result. The cancer
had not appeared and he was convinced I was the greatest doctor in the world.
He said he didnt miss his cock or balls at all.
My next patient was one of the local bullies in town. He had raised hell as a
youth and kept on going right into manhood. Unfortunately he picked on the
wrong person. Butch was desperate to keep his secret. His cock had been
wounded with a knife thrust to the groin at Curly Moes, a local bar. He
showed up on my doorstep late at night needing to be stitched up. I took one
look at his bleeding member and pronounced irreparable damage. It really was
more than I could handle. Microsurgery was not possible with the equipment in
my clinic. I simply amputated half his cock and sewed up the remainder. It
really didnt look that bad but Butch is terribly upset at the sight of his
own body. He is no longer the man he used to be.
Mike was a friendly guy. He just had a really bad habit. He sunbathed in the
nude. No real problem with that if you use proper protection. But he didnt.
Skin cancer. Of the penis. Its gone now. Both the cancer and the penis.
It used to be eight inches long when erect. Now its less than eight
millimeters. I had to reroute his piss hole too. Not enough left even to
direct a stream. Mikes okay with it all. He has even asked me to remove his
balls too. Too much sex on the brain, nothing to relieve his blue balls.
Hes talked with Doug and seen the results of my work. So I scheduled him for
surgery next week. Cant wait.
The afternoon was spent with my castrated patients. Some of the locals needed
foolproof birth control. I explained it was the simplest of operations.
Several of the men went for it. Its kind of funny seeing a dick with no
balls beneath. Kind of makes a man look even more naked than just not having
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no more nookie | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | woman loves to be licked and her husband likes licking her. So why does he need a cock and balls. | ` I met this lady on the net the other day, her name is Jane. Jane was not
happy as her sex life had fallen to zero, and it was all her own fault. It
seems that Jane only ever got off through oral sex, and that is all she
wanted, but her husband Dave loved fucking. He loved ramming his cock into her
cunt and filling her up with spunk whenever he got the chance. `
So one day Jane and Dave were rooting hell for leather. Jane was only just
getting a little tingle but Dave was in extacy and in no time filled her cunt
with his spunk. On an impulse to get some pleasure Jane slid off his cock and
slid her cum filled cunt onto Daves face. Well Dave licked her and licked her
till her cuntlips swelled then gushed her girl cum into his mouth and all over
his face. At the end of all this there wasn't a trace of Daves spunk in her
cunt or around it. Her cunt was completely licked clean. This was terrific
Jane thought and demanded a licking every time they fucked. She could always
tell if Dave had missed some spunk and would get real agro if he missed some,
and she wouldn't let him fuck her for weeks. Dave loved fucking her but only
just tolerated licking his spunk out of Janes cunt. He loved Jane and loved
fucking her and would do this to get a fuck and to please her.
One day Jane was wondering why she should put up with getting her cunt filled
with spunk every time she wanted a licking. She had heard of eunuch archive
and looked it up. After reading through it for a few weeks decided if Dave had
no cock or balls there would be no spunk. She could be licked to orgasm and
always have a clean spunkless cunt always.
Jane got a few names from the archive and organised the three experienced
cutters to do the dirty deed. On that fateful day when Dave came home from
work she slipped him a mickey in his drink and in moments he was out. They
bundled him onto the bed. Jane held his cock out of the way as they cut his
ball bag open and yanked out his balls tugging them till the cords snapped and
sprang back inside his body. They trimmed the empty ballbag so it would heal
nice and smooth then sewed it up again. Then they pushed a catheter into his
cock, then just sliced his cock off like a piece of meat. They carefully
stitched up the cut end of his cock just leaving a little catheter protuding
to piss through. Later this was also removed when he had healed.
Dave kept licking her cunt till she came but not for long, soon he lost all
interest in sex and became fat and lazy as well. Jane wishes she had not cut
off Daves cock and balls and misses the sex they once had. Even misses the
spunk now and then.
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STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Other: CBT, Forced slavery | A traveller is kidnapped by two older women and tortured until he gives up his testicles to them and serves them as their slave. | WHY?
A traveller is kidnapped by two older women and tortured until he
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Ancient Chinese Secret | 'Ancient Chinese Secret'
I live on the upper west side of Manhattan. On any given day people will
try to sell you just about everything. Usually used junk they picked out of
a garbage or some stolen merchandise from the local HMV or Barnes & Noble.
Well, at the corner of 78th Street and Broadway this particular Tuesday was
an old asian woman with the usual folding table in front of her. There was
something interesting about her eyes, so I stopped to see what she was
selling. She was about 70 or so, very small with tattered clothes but it
was those eyes...they almost glowed. She had chinese herbs and things
spread out on the table. Prices where around $2 or $ 3 except for one item
specially wrapped in a red cloth that was marked $500. I asked her what it
was and she just replied, "For potency".Well I was interested. I pushed her
on the subject and she finally gave in and told me there were human
testicles in the cloth. I must have given away my interest as she glanced
down at my suddenly ragging hard-on. She smiled as I blushed. She repeated,
"For potency". I asked her how did she get the human balls and once again
she smiled, "Men like you ask me to have them" . I must have turned 8 more
shades of red and finally stammered, "...like me?" She smiled again, "Yes".
She continued, "This time it was just his testicles so he only paid me
$5,000, but for the honor of me taking his penis as well thats more of a
tribute to me". She looked at me, "So what do you want to beg for?" I was
stunned," What do you mean?" But I could not look away from her as she
smiled. Like a force I could not control I found myself on my knees looking
upat her, "Please take everything...please I beg you..." She looked down at
me,"Tell me how much you have to offer?" I quickly replied, " All I have is
about $11,000 in the bank.." She cut me off sternly,"Not enough".
"Please....wait ......how about I pay you half my $55,000 salary from now
on..." What was I thinking? I had to give her my genitals. She smiled,
"Agreed. Give me your ATM card and one of your credit cards." I did. She
looked at me, "Now I will take what is mine.." she trailed off. I must have
been hypnotised. Because in what seemed liked seconds it was dark I was
standing on Canal Street in Chinatown and it was now dark. I fell into a
cab and went home thinking it was all a dream. When I got home I peeled my
clothes off to jump in the shower and when Ilooked down my cock and balls
were gone and a sticker with her phone number and note saying, " You're
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Ball Washer (Darwin Award Winner) | ` Darwin Award `
Latest Darwin Award Nominee [Orlando Sentinel]
Based on a bet by the other members of his threesome, Everett Sanchez tried to
wash his own "balls" in a ball washer at the local golf course.
Proving once again that beer and testosterone are a bad mix, Sanchez managed
to straddle the ball washer and dangle his scrotum in the machine. Much to his
dismay, one of his buddies upped the ante by spinning the crank on the machine
with Sanchez's scrotum in place, thus wedging them solidly in the mechanism.
Sanchez, who immediately passed his threshold of pain,collapsed and tumbled
from his perch. Unfortunately for Sanchez, the height o the ball washer was
more than A foot higher off the ground than his testicles are
in a normal stance, and the scrotum was the weakest link.
Sanchez's scrotum was ripped open during the fall, and one testicle was
plucked from him forever and remained in the ball washer, while the other
testicle was compressed and flattened as it was pulled between the housing of
the washer, and the rotating machinery inside.Ý
To add insult to injury,Sanchez broke a new $300 driver that he had just
purchased from the pro shop, and was using to balance himself. Sanchez was
rushed to the hospital for surgery, and the remaining two were asked to leave
the course.
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I Fucked The Boss And Paid The Price!! | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A male office worker fantaises about his older woman boss. He gets the chance to fuck her but pays a terrible price..... | ` I'd worked at the office for a year. I would occaisonally see Una Duke, one
of the managers, on my floor. I had a thing for her. I'm 33, and she must be
at least 55, but |I liked the look of her. She was a little over 6 feet, a
shade taller than me. She had a huge mane of silver hair, a big, shapely arse,
long, well rounded thighs, and big, if pendulous, breasts. `
One day she looked at me as she passed my desk. She must have seen the
erection in my pants. She smiled and looked away.
Later that day she emailed me, asking me to stay after everyone had gone, as
she had some urgent work for me.
"She wants a fuck!!" I thought. "No, I must be dreaming." I went to the office
as arranged. She stepped to the door, locked it and turned down the lights.
We were all alone in the building now. She swiftly pulled her blouse off, and
her bra, leaving her big, heavy tits swinging free. I grew a huge, swelling
hard-on. Una advanced on me, dropping my trousers and massaging my big,
throbbing cock. She pulled my head between her tits, and I sucked her nipples
to her heart's content. As she cleared the books off her desk, I undressed,
and then pulled off her skirt, and prised her dental-floss thong away from her
hips. This exposed a huge, wet, dripping clit.
"Suck it!!" ordered Una. I went down on her and sucked it till she'd come at
least 3 times. "Now I'm going to fuck you, but on my terms!!" Una said. She
tied me to the desk with my tie and socks.
Then she rode me , repeatedly, till I had come more times than I could
remember, filling her with my rich, creamy spunk.
"That was great...mfffff....." I said as Una gagged me with her cunt-juice
soaked thong.
"I have to make sure you dont't tell the whole office I fucked you," said Una.
I noticed the way she put it..she fucked me, and not the other way round."The
only way I can secure that is by castrating you. You wouldn't want everyone to
know that an old biddy cut your bollocks off.""
I flushed with fear. She was joking, right? But then she opened her wall
cupboard, revealing a jar containing what looked like at least twenty pairs of
testicles. And a huge, erect penis and scrotum.
"The cock and balls belong to the first man from the office that I fucked,"
explained Una. " I thought he was special. But after we fucked he told
everyone. I could tell by how all the men laughed when I passed. So I got him
here again, tied him up, and told him I was going to emasculate him. He cried,
but once I'd stripped off he couldn't help getting hard. I chopped off his
cock and balls and had them stuffed by a lesbian friend I know, who stuffes
men's cocks in return for a free fuck. I took pictures of him with a wound
where his dick had been, then turned him loose. I later gave a few men from
the office a look at the pictures and the severed dick. They stopped laughing,
and most of them left the job. He did."
"Since then, I've castrated every man from the office that I've fucked. You're
the 21st!" Una whooped. She placed the jar on the table, and took a pair of
chrome plated scissors from the cupboard. She carefully snipped off my scrotal
skin, leaving my throbbing balls hanging free. As I whimpered into the gag,
Una carefully snipped off my huge egg-sized balls, one by one. She took a few
pictures, popped my balls in the jar, and then turned me loose.
I still stare at Una's arse and boobs when she passes. But now all I feel is
the aching emptiness where my male orbs used to be........
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Clitoridectomy Support Group 2 Caroline & Charlotte | clitoridectomy | Two women relate how they lost their clitorises | Charlotte and Caroline
I arrived back at the centre early the next morning. Two women were waiting
for me, a blonde and a brunette. We sat at the same table and shared a pot of
tea. Charlotte smiled at Caroline and then at me.
‘So you want to know our story?’
‘’Yes.’
Charlotte began, ‘We are both married to Egyptians and met here.’
Caroline continued, ‘Their families were related and we saw more of each
other.’
‘You both had your clitorises then?’ I asked.
‘Oh yes.’ They replied in unison. ‘The families were enlightened.’
They took it in turns to tell the story.
‘We did not have a lot to do. So we hung around together.’
‘We did as the locals do and held hands, and even embraced. No one thought
this unusual. We did our wifely duties and everything was fine.’
‘But, we went too far.’
“What do you mean?’ I asked.
‘We did more than embrace. We slept together in the hot afternoons. No one
thought this odd and it went on for months.’
‘However, we did more than sleep. We played with each other.’
‘You mean, as lesbians?” I asked.
‘Yes, I suppose so. We sucked each other’s nipples and played with each
other’s clitoris.’
‘It became a habit. We would meet three or four times a week and do it.’
‘It really diverted us form what we should have been doing.’
‘But it did not seem to make a difference. We were always ready for our men.’
‘However, our respective mothers in law may have suspected something. One
afternoon, we were in bed together, or rather on the bed, when they both came
in.’
‘They were both horrified. We were told that our behaviour was unnatural and
that they would put a stop to it. We had begun to dress, but they told us to
stop and come with them into the other room. There they sat us down, half
naked on two chairs. They began to lecture us. Then they stopped and one
talked in the others ear. They went into the kitchen and came back. We were
still sat there, not knowing what to do.’
Each came behind one of us and grabbed our wrists and tied them to a strut at
the back of the chair. They pulled our remaining clothes off.
‘We knew we had no choice. We just submitted. Then they tied our ankles to the
feet at the front of the chairs.
The chairs were of the kind with wheels on the rear legs and they wheeled us
together. We faced each other, with our knees touching. They then pulled our
knees as far apart at they would go and tied them to each other. Then they got
some fine wire, the type you cut cheese with and tied it around our
clitorises. They pulled them out to make sure it was right at the base. There
was a tension in the wire and if we moved it began to cut into them. We had to
keep our knees as wide apart as possible.
They then attached a further wire to the middle of the wire between our
clitorises and attached this to a metronome, which they placed on the floor.
This put a vibration into the wire.
‘You can leave, when you have done your duties,’ they both said. We will not
tell our sons of your behaviour, just that you have seen your senses and
joined our culture. All you have to do is put your knees together.’
‘They left us looking at each other. They were going to get us to circumcise
each other.’
‘We had to do it,’ Charlotte said.
“We looked at each other, felt the vibration in the wire. We felt that we
could come one last time. The last one to come would pull her knees together.
It took an age, we looked into each others eyes, then at each others breasts
and finally down to where the wire was vibrating and beginning to cut.
Charlotte came first. Her spasm almost circumcised us, but Caroline was strong
enough to keep her legs apart. When Charlotte saw Caroline come, she slammed
her and our knees together.’
‘We looked into each others’ eyes. There was a sharp pain between our legs and
when we looked down, the wire had gone. Our clitorises were on the floor
beneath us.’
We did not know that mothers in law had been watching all the time. They
pulled the chairs apart and trimmed any loose flesh before they untied us.
‘That was awful,’ I said.
‘No, it wasn’t,’ said Charlotte, ‘What we were doing was wrong.’
“It was also a fantastic end,” said Caroline, ‘I still get wet thinking about
it. It is what I do, when my husband has me.’
‘Now we see each other just as much, but we are not tempted to go beyond what
is decent. We cuddle and caress, but that is all we need to do.’
Sue arrived and put her hands both their shoulders. She looked at me and said,
‘I told you that you would find it exciting.’
Again I looked down at my erect nipples. They were not all that was engorged.
‘Are there more stories like this?’
‘Not like this. Not all are as happy.’
Caroline said, ‘You’re thinking of Christine.’
‘Yes, poor Christine. Perhaps, you should also have a sad story.’
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There was an eerie silence in the locker room. The captains of the
schools five teams were helpless. They were being held by some kind
of force field, unable to move. They were also stripped naked. A
masked figure in black was standing in front of them.
Scott, the captain of the football team, tried to shift himself out
of the hold, but it was useless. His massive muscular frame wouldn’t
budge. Scott was about 6 feet tall, had short black hair, grey eyes,
and had huge, rippling muscles. He was also well equipped. His limp
dick lied against his big, hairy sac. His balls were resting on the
bench, hanging lowly between his legs. His balls were the size of
golf balls.
To Scott’s right was Nick, captain of the soccer team. Nick was one
of the most handsomest guys in the school. He had blonde hair,
piercing blue eyes, chiseled facial features, and had a lean,
muscular frame. He stood around 5’11". His dick was 5" limp, and his
balls were about the same size as Scott’s. The only difference was
they hung close to his groin, his sac not being nearly as big as
Scott’s.
Dave was next in line. He was 5’10", had brown hair and brown eyes.
His build was more thin than muscular. His dick was only 3" limp.
His balls were about the size of full grown walnuts. His balls hung
loosely, resting between his thighs.
John was the captain of the track and field team. He was only 5’6"
tall. He was a short, thin guy. He had well defined muscles, and
almost no body hair, save for his thick patch of pubes. He had brown
hair and green eyes. He had started to sweat. His dick was a long,
thin 7" long limp. His balls were huge, and they rested comfortably
on the bench, hanging between his thighs.
The last was Kevin, captain of the basketball team. He was a large
6’4", and had huge muscles. He had long black hair, and dark blue
eyes. He also had a goatee. His dick was a long, thick 8" limp. His
balls were massive. The biggest of the five guys. He had no pubic
hair at all. He was shaking out of fright.
Their captor examined them. He was well hidden behind a mask and
bulky black clothing. "So, who want’s to be a hero?" The guys on the
bench looked at him with a mix of fear and confusion. "If one of you
will willingly sacrifice your balls, I’ll let the rest of you go
without doing anything too you. But, if no one offers, I’ll do my
worst to all of you."
There was silence. "Come on." Said the captor. "You have ten seconds
to decide." If they could move, the guys on the bench would be
shifting in their seats. ‘Five seconds."
Then, all five guys answered "I’ll do it." The captor, and all the
guys, were taken aback.
"Well, isn’t this interesting." Thought the captor out loud. "All
five of you are willing to make a sacrifice for your fellow
athletes. How touching. Unfortunately, I required only one
volunteer. So it looks like you all lose."
"Are you going to take all our balls?" nervously asked Nick.
"Yes, but not the way you’re thinking of. And I plan on doing much
more to you." The captor approached Scott and grabbed Scott’s balls.
"I bet you’re quite proud of these, aren’t you? They’re nice. Quite
large. I think I’ll start with you."
The captor reached into his pocket and brought out a small tool. It
looked like it had some kind of laser on the end. The captor let go
of Scott’s balls and held Scott’s dick. "This is going to be in the
way, so we’re going to have to get rid of it." The captor aimed the
tool at Scott’s dick and turned it on. A ray of light shot out of it
onto the base of Scott’s dick. The captor traced around the base of
Scott’s dick, leaving what looked like a thin incision mark. The
tool was turned off. The captor took Scott’s dick and pulled it. It
came off at the incision mark. The captor chucked in behind him.
Scott watched in horror as his penis flew across the room and landed
on the floor. There was no bleeding though, and no pain. The captor
then used the tool to cut open Scott’s sac. He reached in and pulled
out Scott’s nuts. He made a quick cut across the tubes, and severed
the balls. He set the balls on the bench beside Scott. He then
reached into his pocket and pulled out two white balls. They were
exactly the same shape and size as Scott’s balls. Using the tool on
a different setting, the captor attached the new, fake balls to the
tubes and placed it all back into Scott’s sac. He then closed up the
incision. It looked like Scott still had his balls.
The captor moved over to Nick and grabbed his dick. He made an
incision at the base of Nick’s dick and then pulled Nick’s dick off.
He threw it to the floor behind him. He repeated the procedure,
opening up Nick’s sac and removing the testes. Then, they were
replaced by the fake testes, and the incision was closed. Nick
looked like he still had his balls.
The process was repeated on the other three. Their dicks were
removed and thrown away. Then their balls were removed and replaced
by fakes. By the time it was done, it looked like they had just had
their penises cut off. It looked as if they all still had their
balls. The captor picked up all the severed testes and held them.
"Looks like we’re all done with these." Said the captor. He then
walked over to the toilet, dropped them in, and flushed them down.
There was a collective moan of pain from the five guys.
The captor then went around and picked up all the severed penises.
"Now, I’m not going to reattach these. But don’t worry, they’re
still useful to you. Essentially, they are still attached to you.
You can still feel them, they’ll still get erect, and you can still
jack off with them. The only difference is that they’re not attached
to you. Don’t believe me, then watch."
The captor set all the penises down on a bench. He then reached
picked up Dave’s penis and got out a pin. He jabbed the pin through
the head of the dick, and Dave screamed in pain. "Please! Stop!"
cried out Dave.
"Okay." The captor put down Dave’s penis and picked up Nick’s. He
walked over to a sick and ran ice cold water over it.
"Ahhh! That’s cold! Please, no more! No more!" begged Nick. The
captor threw Nick’s penis back with the others. He then picked up
Kevin’s dick. He began rubbing it and stroking it. It quickly became
erect. The captor kept rubbing it, going harder and harder. Kevin
began to emit groans of pleasure. The captor then threw the penis
back with the others.
"So, you’ve all been punished properly. No longer do you have your
mighty balls, and you’ll probably never have sex again, seeing as
how no one will want a guy who’s penis isn’t attached to him. You’re
all freaks now. Once everyone finds out about this, you’ll be the
laughing stock of the year. You deserve what you’ve gotten. Now,
before I go, I have one more thing to do."
The captor took all five penises and placed them in the sink. He
then turned on the hot water tap and let hot water run over them.
The captor left the room just as the water was reaching scalding
levels and the guys were all whimpering in pain. As soon as the
captor left, they were freed. All five rushed the sink and grabbed
there boiling dicks.
There they were, the five best guys in the entire school. All
without balls, and none with an attached dick. They stood there,
naked, holding there almost useless dicks. There was now nothing
they could do.
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Nero - Appendix 1a (List of Characters) | WARNING, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | ` **_
NERO
___**`
By Pueros
__
Appendix Ia – Earlier & On-going Characters
In such a long saga such as ‘Nero’, with many characters mentioned, some
readers might encounter difficulty in remembering who is who. Consequently,
the re-teller of Bicilus’ autobiography proposes to reproduce this
alphabetical list from time to time, updated only to the end of the previous
posted chapter so as not to ruin the future storyline. Where individuals
possessed several parts to their names, they are listed in accordance with how
they were most commonly known, which often excludes ‘praenominis’ or ‘first
names’, e.g. Gaius Musonius Rufus is listed under Musonius Rufus. Those
mentioned in _italics_ in the ‘description’ column have their own individual
entries elsewhere.
This first character list is up-to-date as far as the end of chapter XLVI
(46).
(aka = also known as)
| **_
Name
_**
| **_
Date of birth & (if yet known) death
_**
| **_
Description
_**
---|---|---
**
Achilleus
**
|
11th Feb 42-?
|
Son of the pirate, Peleus. Adopted by _Musonius Rufus_.
**
Aemilia Lepida Minor
**
|
|
Great granddaughter of Augustus. Widow of Marcus Junius Silanus Torquatus.
Daughters: _Junia Lepida_ & _Junia Calvina_. Sons: _Marcus Junius Silanus_ ,
_Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.
**
Agrippina
**, aka as Julia Agrippina or Agrippina the Younger
|
15-?
|
Niece & 4th wife of _Claudius_. The product, like her brother, the previous
Emperor, Gaius Caligula, & eldest & youngest sisters, Drusilla & Julia
Livilla, of the marriage of Claudius’ deceased brother, Germanicus, to
Agrippina the Elder, herself daughter of Augustus’ chief lieutenant, Agrippa.
First married by Tiberius to Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus, brother of _Domitia
Lepida_ , making her an aunt, through marriage, as well as a cousin, of
_Messalina_. Marriage produced a son, Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, later known
as _Nero_. After being widowed, she married _Sallustius Paaienus Crispus_ ,
whom she then poisoned for his riches. Married _Claudius_ in 49 & began to
plot her own son’s succession to the Principate at the expense of her third
husband’s natural son, _Britannicus_.
**
Anacletus
**
|
39-?
|
Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Surviving younger brother of _Axenius_. Twin of
_Axenia_.
**
Andrew
**
|
|
Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect. Brother of _Cephas_.
**
Apollinus
**
|
32-?
|
Rhodian slave of _Caius Silius_ & then in Imperial service. Intimate of
_Bicilus_ & lover of _Petronius_ & later of _Rubellius Plautus_.
**
Aquila
**
|
|
Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect. Roman citizen & Jewish tentmaker.
Exiled with other Jews from Rome, settling in Corinth, where he hosted _Paul_
& _Timothy_. Husband of _Priscilla_.
**
Arius
**, formerly Arminius
|
41-?
|
Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Bought as a slave boy & then adopted as his son
by _Axenius_.
**
Arminius
**
|
19 BC-?
|
Germanian Chieftain of the Chatti tribe, responsible for the destruction in
the Teutoburger Forest in 9 AD of 3 Roman legions led by Varus. Grandfather of
_Axenius_ , _Anacletus_ & _Axenia_.
**
Arviragus
**
|
|
Cousin of _Caratacus_ & his replacement as King of the Britannian Catuvellauni
tribe.
**
Athenodoros
**
|
33-?
|
Great athlete, of Roman extraction but mainly Greek lifestyle, from Aigion in
Achaea. Lover of _Melankomas_ of Caria.
**
Axenia
**
|
39-?
|
Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Surviving younger sister of _Axenius_. Twin of
_Anacletus_.
**
Axenius
**, aka Quintus Remmius Axenius after his adoption by Palaemon
|
30-?
|
Eunuch Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Grandson of _Arminius_ , lover, freedman
& heir of _Palaemon_ , brother of _Anacletus_ & _Axenia_ & adoptive father of
_Arius_. Later lover of _Pliny the Elder_.
**
Barnabas
**
|
|
Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect & early supporter & travelling
companion of _Paul_.
**
Bicilus
**
|
32-?
|
Eunuch slave name of a Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. Autobiographer.
**
Boudicca
**
|
26-?
|
Red-haired wife of the much older King Prasutagus of the Britannian Iceni
tribe, who gave birth to daughters in 44 & 46\.
**
Britannicus
**, aka Tiberius Claudius Britannicus
|
11th Feb 41-?
|
Natural son of _Claudius_ from his marriage to Messalina. Younger brother of
_Octavia_. Close friend of _Titus_.
**
Burrus
**, aka Sextus Afranius Burrus
|
|
Equestrian who worked his way up through the service of Augustus’ widow,
Livia, and successors, Tiberius and Claudius. Ally of Agrippina, through whose
influence he became Praetorian Prefect in 51. Close to _Seneca the Younger_ &
occasional intimate of _Bicilus_.
**
Caius Silius
**, or more properly Gaius Silius
|
16-48
|
Described as ‘the handsomest man in Rome’. First slave owner of _Bicilus_.
Executed for helping _Messalina_ launch an unsuccessful coup against
_Claudius_.
**
Callistus
**
|
|
Freedman of _Claudius_ , responsible for dealing with petitions & legal
matters. Grandfather of _Gaius Nymphidius Sabinus_.
**
Caratacus
**
|
|
Chief of the Britannian Catuvellauni tribe, son of Cunobelinus. Captured &
sent with his family to Rome, where Claudius spared their lives but compelled
them to remain in exile. Sons: _Cyllin_ , _Cynon_ & _Lleyn_. Daughters:
_Eurgain_ & _Gladys_.
**
Cartimandua
**
|
|
Queen of the Britannian Brigantes tribe that betrayed, at her instigation,
_Caratacus_ of the Catuvellauni to the Romans. Wife of King _Venutius_ , who
opposed the betrayal.
**
Cephas
**
|
|
Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect. Brother of _Andrew_. Moved to Rome
from Palestina in order to try to spread Jesus Christ’s dogma. Friend of
_Pomponia Graecina_ & saviour from squalor of _Nigerinus_ & _Suffuscus_.
**
Claudia Antonia
**
|
30-?
|
Daughter of _Claudius_ from his second marriage to Aelia Paetina, which had
ended in a fairly amicable divorce.
**
Claudius
**, aka Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus
|
10 BC-?
|
Grandson of Anthony, step-grandson of Augustus, nephew of Tiberius and uncle
to Gaius Caligula. Fourth Emperor of Rome.
**
Corbulo
**, aka Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo
|
|
Governor of Germania Inferior from 46.
**
Cornutus
**, aka Lucius Annaeus Cornutus
|
20-?
|
Renowned teacher from Leptis Magna in Libya. Slave of Seneca the Elder but
freed in his will. Subsequent employee of _Palaemon_. Tutor of _Britannicus_ ,
as well as of _Persius_ , _Quintilianus_ , _Lucanus_ & _Helius_. Lover of
_Servius_.
**
Crassus Frugi
**, aka Marcus Licinius Crassus Frugi
|
d46
|
Influential friend of _Claudius_. Killed because of the intriguing of
_Messalina_.
**
Crispina
**
|
31-?
|
Estranged wife of _Caius Silius_ , who helped to betray his plot with
_Messalina_ to usurp _Claudius_.
**
Cyllin
**
|
41-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A son of _Caratacus_.
**
Cynon
**
|
43-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A son of _Caratacus_.
**
Didius
**
|
27-?
|
Successful gladiator & assassin for _Agrippina_. Earlier suffered a malicious
penectomy when a legionnaire in Britannia.
**
Domitia Lepida
**
|
5 BC-?
|
Mother of _Messalina_. Sister of the first husband, _Gnaeus Domitius
Ahenobarbus_ , of _Agrippina the Younger_ & therefore aunt of _Nero_.
**
Domitianus
**, aka Titus Flavius Domitianus
|
24th Oct 51-?
|
Younger son of _Titus Flavius Vespasianus_ & brother of _Titus_.
**
Doryphorus
**
|
28-?
|
Slave & intimate of the murdered freedman of _Claudius_ , _Polybius_. Later
freed to be assistant & intimate of _Narcissus_. Subsequently lover of his own
assistant, _Helius_ , with whom he forms the early secretariat of _Nero_.
**
Epaphroditus
**
|
32-?
|
Personal slave of _Nero_.
**
Eurgain
**
|
38-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A daughter of _Caratacus_.
**
Faenius Rufus
**
|
26-?
|
Ally & lover of _Agrippina_.
**
Faustus Cornelius Sulla Felix
**
|
22-?
|
Half-brother of _Messalina_.
**
Galba
**, aka Servius Sulpicius Galba
|
3 BC-?
|
Favoured by Augustus, Tiberius, Caligula & _Claudius_ with various important
positions, including the governorship of Germania Superior. Intimate with
_Titus Vinius_.
**
Gallio
|
|
Brother of Seneca the Younger. Governor of Achaea in Greece.
**
Gladys
**
|
39-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A daughter of _Caratacus_.
**
Helius
**
|
35-?
|
Former Rhodian slave. Younger brother of _Apollinus_. Freed by _Palaemon_ to
join lover, _Doryphorus_ , in Imperial service.
**
Hylas
**
|
42-?
|
Britannian slave of _Musonius Rufus_. Named after Hercules’ boy love. A
‘thlibias’ or ‘shattered’ eunuch.
**
James
**
|
|
Jesus Christ’s eldest brother. First Bishop of Jerusalem.
**
Junia Calvina
**
|
|
Daughter of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , sister of _Junia Lepida_ , _Marcus Junius
Silanus_ , _Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.
Wife of _Aulus Vitellius_ but divorced after being falsely accused by him of
incest with her brother, _Lucius Junius Silanus_.
**
Junia Lepida
**
|
|
Daughter of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , sister of _Junia Calvina_ , _Marcus
Junius Silanus_ , _Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.
**
Kallikles
**
|
28-?
|
Corrupt athlete from Sidon.
**
Lleyn
**
|
42-?
|
Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A son of _Caratacus_.
**
Lollia Paulina
**
|
d49
|
Former wife of Caligula. Executed as a result of the plotting of _Agrippina_.
**
Lucanus
**, aka Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
|
39-?
|
From Corduba, capital of Baetica in southern Hispania. Nephew of _Seneca the
Younger_. Early companion of _Nero_. Later became pupil in Rome of _Cornutus_
& intimate with both _Persius_ & _Quintilianus_.
**
Melankomas
**
|
29-?
|
Great boxer from Halicarnassus in Caria. Lover of _Athenodoros_.
**
Messalina
**
|
d48
|
Third wife of _Claudius_. Empress from 41. Executed for unsuccessfully trying
with _Caius Silius_ to usurp her husband.
**
Musonius Rufus
**, aka Gaius Musonius Rufus
|
30-?
|
Equestrian & philosopher from Volsinii. Pupil of _Palaemon_ , owner of the
slave boy, _Hylas_ , beloved of _Bicilus_ & adopter of _Achilleus_ & _Tyanus_.
**
Narcissus
**
|
|
Freedman secretary of _Claudius_ , across whose desk all official
correspondence passed, so making him responsible for oversight of much of the
Imperial bureaucracy. Helped foil the attempted coup of _Messalina_ in 48 &
subsequently opposed the ambitions of _Agrippina_ whilst supporting those of
_Britannicus_ , for which cause he enlisted the secret court help of _Bicilus_
, _Doryphorus_ & _Helius_. Occasional dinner host or guest of _Palaemon_ & his
friends. Possessed a fortune worth 400 million sestertii.
**
Nero
**, aka Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, formerly known as Lucius
Domitius Ahenobarbus
|
15th Dec 38-?
|
Son of Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus & _Agrippina the Younger._ After the
latter’s marriage to _Claudius_ , he was adopted by the Emperor & appointed
‘Principes Iuventatis’, or ‘first youth’. Pupil of _Seneca the Younger_ &
_Petronius_ & intimate friend of _Suffuscus_.
**
Nerva
**, aka Marcus Cocceius Nerva
|
35-?
|
Son & grandson of famous eponymous lawyers. Close friend of _Rubellius
Plautus_ & lover of _Silius Italicus_.
**
Nigerinus
**
|
30-?
|
Nullified black eunuch. Rescued by _Cephas_ from prostitution to become a
freedman of _Aulus Plautius_ & an undertaker.
**
Nymphidius Sabinus
**, aka Gaius Nymphidius Sabinus
|
39-?
|
Product of an affair between _Gaius Caligula_ and _Nymphida_ , the daughter of
the Imperial freedman, Callistus.
**
Octavia
**
|
39-?
|
Daughter of _Claudius_ & _Agrippina_. Elder sister of Britannicus. Betrothed
to _Lucius Junius Silanus_ until he was falsely accused of incest with his own
sister.
**
Otho
**, aka Marcus Salvius Otho
|
28th April 32-?
|
From Ferentium in Etruria. Son of Lucius Salvius Otho, who earned praise &
advancement from _Claudius_ for unearthing a plot, & Albia Terentia. Married
to _Poppaea_.
**
Palaemon
**, aka Quintus Remmius Palaemon
|
d50
|
Hugely successful & wealthy teacher despite the dislike of both Tiberius &
_Claudius_ for his early morals & supposed ostentatious lifestyle & arrogance.
Composed an important handbook on grammar & famous for introducing modern
Latin poets, such as Virgil, into school curricula. Tutor of _Musonius Rufus_
, _Persius_ & _Quintilianus_ , as well as briefly of _Britannicus_. Employer
of _Cornutus_ & acquaintance of _Narcissus._ Freed _Helius_ from slavery, plus
his own lover, _Axenius_ , who became his heir and guardian of his educational
achievements.
**
Pallas
**
|
|
Enormously wealthy freedman of _Claudius_ , responsible for financial matters,
including the operation of the state treasury, or ‘aerarium’. Earned the
alliance & sexual favours of _Agrippina_ by recommending to the Emperor that
she become Empress after the demise of _Messalina_.
**
Paul
**
|
1-?
|
Originally part of the Jewish Diaspora living in the largely Greek city of
Tarsus in Cicilia. A Pharisee & Roman citizen who violently opposed the
nascent Jewish ‘Christian’ sect before undergoing a supposed miraculous
conversion. Held significantly different views to the creed’s leaders, based
in Jerusalem, such as Jesus’ brother, _James_ , many of whom had actually
known Christ. Nevertheless, he was allowed to spread his own version of the
faith, which became increasingly estranged from that espoused by the
leadership, & to seek converts from amongst the gentiles in the Hellenic &
Roman worlds. He was aided in the latter ambition by dropping the normal
Jewish requirement for circumcision & dietary restrictions. Accompanied in his
journeying by, amongst others, _Barnabas_ and then by _Timothy_.
**
Peleus
**
|
|
Pirate captain father of _Achilleus_. Eventually captured & crucified with his
crew.
**
Persius
**, aka Aulus Persius Flaccus
|
34-?
|
Burgeoning stoic poet from Volaterrae in Etruria. Pupil of _Palaemon_ &
_Cornutus_. Friend of _Musonius Rufus_ & intimate with both _Quintilianus_ &
_Lucanus_.
**
Petronius
|
26-?
|
Wit & writer, whose taste for the good life earned him the sobriquet of
‘elegentiae arbiter’ or ‘arbiter of elegance’. Estranged companion of _Titus
Vinius_. Friend of _Palaemon_ & early intimate of _Bicilus_ & _Apollinus_.
Teacher in creative writing of _Britannicus_ & _Nero_.
**
Plautius
**, aka Aulus Plautius
|
10 BC-?
|
Close friend of _Claudius_. General responsible for overall control of the
successful invasion of Britannia in 43, subsequently becoming the new
province’s first Roman Governor. Husband of _Pomponia Graecina_ , natural
father of _Aulus Plautius Minor_ & adoptive father of _Suffuscus_.
**
Plautius Minor
**, aka Aulus Plautius Minor
|
43-?
|
Natural son of _Aulus Plautius_ & _Pomponia Graecina_ & adoptive brother of
_Suffuscus_.
**
Pliny the Elder
|
24-?
|
Equestrian soldier & polymath. Lover after _Palaemon_ of _Axenius_.
**
Plutarchus
**, aka Lucius Mestrius Plutarchus
|
40-?
|
From the Boeotian town of Chaeronea. Met his intimate friend, _Tyanus_ , in
Delphi. _Musonius Rufus_ first interested him in history.
**
Polybius
**
|
d48
|
Freedman of _Claudius_ , responsible for library & research matters. Killed
for allegedly trying to rape _Messalina_.
**
Pomponia Graecina
**
|
2-?
|
Wife of _Aulus Plautius_ & friend of _Cephas_ , who awarded her the baptismal
name of ‘Lucina’. Natural mother of _Aulus Plautius Minor_. Helped to save
_Nigerinus_ from prostitution & her adoptive son, _Suffuscus_ , from
destitution.
**
Poppaea Sabina
**
|
33-?
|
Wife of _Otho_. Granddaughter of the late Poppaeus Sabinus, who had been a
Consul and later gained triumphal insignia for campaigns in Thrace, as well as
being Governor of Moesia for a remarkable 2˝ decades.
**
Posides
**
|
|
Eunuch freedman of _Claudius_.
**
Priscilla
**
|
|
Wife of _Aquila_.
**
Quintilianus
**
|
34-?
|
Trainee lawyer, with career aspirations also in education, from Calagurris on
the river Ebro in the district of Vascones in the province of Tarraconensis in
Hispania. Pupil of _Palaemon_ & _Cornutus_. Friend of _Musonius Rufus_ &
intimate with both _Persius_ & _Lucanus_.
**
Rubellius Plautus
**
|
33-?
|
Great grandson of the Emperor Tiberius. Son of the younger sister of
_Agrippina_ , Julia Livilla, whose exile, for alleged adultery with _Seneca
the Younger_ , & then death were orchestrated by _Messalina_. Cousin of
_Nero_. Friend of _Nerva_ & _Silius Italicus_. Lover of _Apollinus_.
**
Rufus Pudens Pudentius
**
|
|
Very rich Roman half-brother, sharing the same mother, of _Paul_. An assistant
of _Aulus Plautius_ & friend of _Aquila_ & _Priscilla_.
**
Sarapion
**
|
15-?
|
Stade champion at the 204th Olympiad in 37 & first full-time trainer of
_Athenodoros_.
**
Scapula
**, aka Publius Ostorius Scapula
|
|
2nd Roman Governor of Britannia. Captured _Caratacus_ & sent him & his family
to Rome.
**
Seneca the Younger
**, aka Lucius Annaeus Seneca Minor
|
4 BC-?
|
Native of Corduba capital of Baetica in southern Hispania. Son of the
rhetorician of the same name and therefore termed ‘The Younger’. Uncle of
_Lucanus_. Returned from political exile by _Agripinna_ to become her
principal adviser & tutor to her son, _Nero_.
**
Servius
**
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29-?
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Eunuch former galley slave. Slave of _Palaemon_ , freed to live with lover,
_Cornutus_.
**
Silanus, Decimus Junius
**
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Third son of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , brother of _Junia Calvina_ , _Junia
Lepida_ , _Marcus Junius Silanus_ & _Lucius Junius Silanus_.
**
Silanus, Lucius Junius
**
|
26-?
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Secong son of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , brother of _Junia Calvina_ , _Junia
Lepida_ , _Marcus Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_. Betrothed to
_Octavia_ , daughter of _Claudius_. Falsely accused of incest with sister,
_Junia Calvina_ , & later committed suicide on the day that _Agrippina_
married _Claudius_.
**
Silanus, Marcus Junius
**
|
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First son of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , brother of _Junia Calvina_ , _Junia
Lepida_ , _Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.
**
Silius Italicus
**, aka Tiberius Catius Asconius Silius Italicus
|
35-?
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Early companion of _Nero_. Later friend of _Rubellius Plautus_ & lover of
_Marcus Cocceius Nerva_.
**
Sribonia
**
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33-?
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Elder daughter of _Caius Silius_ &, with sister, _Tullia_ , first mistress of
_Bicilus_. Exiled to Africa after father’s execution.
**
Stachys
**
|
35-?
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Converted as a youth into the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect in Byzantium by
_Andrew_.
**
Suffuscus
**, aka Aulus
Plautius Suffuscus
|
37-?
|
Name assumed by the adopted son of _Aulus Plautius_ & _Pomponia Graecina_.
Adoptive brother of _Aulus Plautius Minor_. Originally rescued from
destitution by _Cephas_ , helped by a coin given by _Musonius Rufus_. Becomes
early intimate school-friend of _Nero_.
**
Thomas
**
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4 BC-?
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Twin brother of Jesus Christ. Resident of Thyatira, Lydia, Asia Minor.
**
Thrasea Plautus
**
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Noted stoic critic of the Principate as a form of government.
**
Timothy
**
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31-?
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Travelling companion of _Paul_ , from Lystra, Lycaonia.
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Titus Flavius Sabinus
**
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Elder brother of _Titus Flavius Vespasianus_. Like his brother, fought in the
invasion of Britannia in 43 but later became even more successful in Roman
politics.
**
Titus
**, aka Titus Flavius Vespasianus junior
|
Dec 41-?
|
Older son, born in a Roman slum tenement, of _Titus Flavius Vespasianus_ &
_Flavia Domitilla_. Brother of _Domitianus_. Best friend of _Britannicus_ , to
whom he is 10 months younger.
**
Titus Vinius
**
|
27-?
|
Estranged companion of _Petronius_. Cause of the temporary enslavement of
_Bicilus_ on a galley. Intimate with _Galba_ , whose influence saved him from
a worse fate than exile for stealing one of the favourite cups of _Claudius_.
**
Traianus
**, aka Marcus Ulpius Traianus
|
30-?
|
From Italica in Baetica in southern Hispania. Saved _Persius_ , _Quintilianus_
& _Lucanus_ from being raped by soldiers.
**
Tullia
**
|
35-?
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Younger daughter of _Caius Silius_ &, with sister, _Sribonia_ , first mistress
of _Biclius_. Exiled to Africa after father’s execution.
**
Tyanus
**
|
40-?
|
Name, derived from original birthplace, afforded boy rescued from street
prostitution in Alexandria & adopted by _Musonius Rufus_. Intimate friend of
_Plutarchus_.
**
Valerius Asiaticus
**
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Influential friend of _Claudius_. Forced to commit suicide because of the
intriguing of _Messalina_.
**
Venutius
**
|
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King of the Britannian Brigantes tribe that betrayed, despite his opposition,
_Caratacus_ of the Catuvellauni to the Romans. Husband of Queen _Cartimandua_
, who advocated the betrayal.
**
Vespasianus
**, aka Titus Flavius Vespasianus senior
|
9-?
|
Roman general. The fortunes of his stolid rural paternal & maternal families
had been rising for some time, with centurions becoming tax collectors & then
bankers. He himself had been appointed both a Quaestor & an Aedile during the
reign of Caligula. However, his career really took off not long after the
birth of his first son, _Titus_ , thanks to the influence of his more
successful elder brother, _Titus Flavius Sabinus_ , & the friendship and
patronage of _Narcissus_. Subsequently served successfully in both Germania
and Britannia, taking part in over thirty battles and subduing the Isle of
Wight. It was his soldiers who were responsible for the capture of both
_Axenius_ & _Bicilus_. He was rewarded for his victories with triumphal
decorations and a substitute consulship, the latter being a great honour for
someone of such humble lineage, as it bestowed nobility.
Forced to adopt a rather low public profile after the marriage of _Claudius_
to _Agrippina_ because of his association with her rival, _Narcissus_.
Fathered a second son, _Domitianus_ , in 51. He retained a strong rural accent
throughout his life, which many other patricians considered uncouth.
**
Vitellius
**, aka Aulus Vitellius
|
5-?
|
Scheming son of one of the one of the most fawning but successful friends of
_Claudius_ , Lucius Vitellius. Ally & lover of _Agrippina_. Nickname of
‘spintria’, or ‘sexual artiste’, earned for his debaucheries with Tiberius
when a boy. He carried his love of vice into adulthood.
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Keven Wins Again | STRAIGHT, TG | She identifies weakness. Moves in. Wins | ` Met Missy in 1979. She was 16. but, I couldn't resist. Later met Keven.
Somewhere around 1986. Well connected through her mother in Jr. league and the
like. She was quite legal. Though very domineering. Wound up being her room-
mate for a time and we knew each other's stories after a while. She knew about
Missy. Then years past after my time with Keven. I met Goldie around 1990,
also 16. That ended. Then next thing i know Keven is back in my home town.
Turns out her mother is best freinds with the female state legislator who
pushed through into law castration legislation. Keven is in heaven. She
manages to get me to agree to chemical castration. I submit. What a
difference. Next thing I knew I was in an aerobics class with Goldie and
Keven. Then, one day, while the "Supremes" blared out "The Happening," Missy
slides in next to me during the warm-up. I knew "surgical castration" was
next. And it was.
* * *
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Stub is a good slave | GAY, PENECTOMY | A male (stubbed slave) services his master as trained | I knelt as instructed and found myself gazing at my masters erect
organ and thighs.
I loved his organ for it's throbbing power and I adored it for it's
pent up cruelty. Though I was male I would never know throbbing
erections again.I would know lust though and desire
hot , dark and unending. My master had removed my penis a year ago
and left me with balls so I would know ache and long agony for him.
He promised that he would teach me to love the ache between my legs
,as his power, and he promised that the ache and endless agony would
train me in deeper and deeper levels of slavery to him....he'd kept
the wondeful, awful promise.
Now naked and kneeling before his powerful thighs and erect organ I
heard his command.
"Stub ", his favorite name for me since my cutting, "please your
master".
His voice was full, husky with the cruel edge i loved so much.
I started as usual with the kiss of my respect on his organs head.I
then tasted his organ fully sliding it as deeply as I could into my
mouth. My balls ached sharply as I serviced him
with all the submission I could muster. My little stub - less than a
quarter of an inch - mimic'ed erection but it was the cruelest of
jokes. He came grabbing my head painfully by my hair
and as trained I swallowed him.
What was left over he rubbed on my face particularly in my nostrils
so the smell of him would torment me for hours.
I am conditioned to believe that the more I swallow of him the more
I'm enslaved. The taste of him and the smell of his maleness,
sweat and cum are the sweetest of my pleasures except for the gift he
gave me of never ending ache and agony.
I've spent hours screaming passionate repitious sayings; hours in
his hypnosis and other of his mind control rituals incalculating the
belief system he desires for his slaves.
I have done well with his training and he favors me with his
harshest most cruel attentions.
I do love the ache....stub is a good slave.
I now kneel with my knees spread as far apart as I can manage. I am
now upright kneeling spread this way.....I close my eyes and await my
master's kick between my legs. I must pay for the honor of pleasing
him....I wait aching between my legs with his smell and taste
adding to my sweet torture.
My scream, as he kicks me, is more of adoration than sharpest pain as
my master training continues.
Stub is a good slave. | {
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Punnishment For Adulterous Couple | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Clitoris Destruction | A pair of adulterous lovers caught in the act have their sex organs made incensitive. Their sex organs are pierced thousands of time using a power tool until they become totaly numb with scar tissue. | Donna and Greg had met each other at a convention. They were instantly
attracted to each other. This soon tuned into a torrid love afair, they met
when ever and where ever they could.
At first no one suspected anything. Gregs wife Pamela soon noticed a lack of
affection and Greg's defensiveness when asked why he was working late more and
more.
Donna had a sudden interest in new underwear and Woolworths brands were no
longer good enough. Her husdand David had no clue to what Donna was up to.
That all changed suddenly.
Smedley's Invesigations hired by Pamela had the dates, times, pictures and
video. Jack Smedley produced the evidence to Pamela on Friday and by Monday
had the identity of Donna and her husband Greg.
Jack Smedley contacted David by phone on Wednesday and was showing him the
pictures and video via internet by Thursday.
David met Pamela on Saturday and they followed Jack to the latest place where
Donna and Greg were meeting for sex.
They burst in to catch Donna riding Greg and at the point of orgasm. Donna
jumped off the bed even as spunk was still shooting out of Greg's cock.
Greg and Donna were handcuffed and dragged naked out of their love nest. They
were roughly bundled into a van and driven out of the city followed by Pamela
and David in Pamelas car. Soon they enter a driveway in a secluded part of
town and Greg and Donna are bundled inside. Greg is cuffed to a cross bar his
ankles are then shackled to the floor spread eagle fashion. Donna is then set
up the same on the opposite wall facing Greg.
Jack unpacts a power drill. Fitted into the power drill is a tool with a disc
set on a oblique angle so that when it rotated it wobbled on the shaft. Next
attached to this is a pad with 12 needles fitted into it. The wobble disc is
attached to the needle pad and the power drill started. The wobble dic rotates
rappidly and as it passes over the needles they push in and out.
Pamela takes the drill and pushes the needle pad against Greg's balls. She
turns on the drill and presses forward. The wobble disc rotates slowly and the
needles stab in and out of Greg's balls. Greg screams and blood bribbles down.
Pamela pushes the trigger all the way in and at full speed the needles are
going in and out at blurring speed. Gregs screams louder and when Pamela pulls
the drill back the balls are just a bloody mush with thousands of little
needle hole oozing blood. Pamela then presses the needle pad against Gregs
cock head and pressing hard on the trigger. The needles went in and out again
at blurring speed and thousands of needle holes cover his cock head. Pamela
reached out and rotated Gregs cock and pressed the needle pad against Gregs
phrenem and drove the drill hard again and thousands more little holes are
driven into it.
Gregs sex organ will never give orgasm again.
Now David takes the drill and holds the needle pad hard against Donna's clit
hood and prepared to start the drill. Donna begged and begged again but before
she could say another word David activated the drill and the needles drove
into Donna's hood and the clit hiding underneath. Her screams are deafening
Thousands of needles pierce her clit over and over as a trickle of blood
dribbes down her legs. David pulls the drill back and little spurts of blood
shoot out. Daved replaces the needle pad against her labia and operates the
drill again at full speed. Thousands of tiny pierceings all over her pussy
lips. Soon she is just wimpering and Daved witdraws the drill and watches the
blood dribbling onto the floor.
Greg and Donna are released and they slumped to the floor their sex organs
ruined. They never strayed again.
Pamela would feed Viagra and testosterone to Greg whenever she wanted sex but
Greg could never cum ever again.
Donnas clit and hood and labia had no feeling and David would take great
pleasure to ram his cock into her now very tight pussy three times a week.
If you are playing around STOP.
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Ooops | TESTICLES | Man with an over developed sense of autoerotic play ends up short of time and parts | ` This is partially based upon a true event. The location of the story, and
the part being asphyxiate have been changed. `
Washington DC:
Ken had a deep abiding interest in castration. He read everything he could
about the subject from actual castrations to sex reassignment. He was young,
with sandy hair and a firm, athletic body. It was assumed that he had a
girlfriend somewhere, though no one seemed too interested in finding out just
where. Certainly none of his constituents back home ever thought anything
about his lack of romantic entanglements- and so long as she did not turn up
dead or was not a member of the Mafia or a spy, no one cared at home.
Ken had never really had any interest in girls when he was younger. And being
attracted to boys has been sort of beaten out of him as a child. So, he had
his three ‘lovers'. Each one was something like a dentists chair. In the
center of two of the chair were dildos to stimulate his prostate, and in the
front was a device to castrate himself. Marcus had an iron grip in the form of
a motorized clamp. Lucius was very clingy with his little noose of wire that
could very easily cut through his scrotum and cords in a heart beat. And
lastly, there was Olivia with his tight little mouth to bite off his balls.
She was the most dangerous. He only went to her when he had been away a long
time from his lovers.
They were set up in a triangle, a set of monitors in the center showed him
what ever porno movie he wanted. And given that it had been such a long month
away from his lovers, he chose Olivia to do the honors that night. He stripped
out of his work clothes to reveal a pair of stockings and a garter-belt that
he always wore, hit the switch on the DVD and sat down. Olivia's metal mouth
engulfed his balls in their embrace. The blades would, when activated,
cauterize the wound. But it would never come to that. He set the timer for
five minuets. He would probably shoot a lot sooner. He stuck the little sensor
into the tip of his penis and activated the whole thing. He did not know
precisely how it worked, but his contacts on the black market assured him it
would work and it did.
When he came, the whole mechanism would shut down and he would be safe one
more time....
He watched as the two luscious lesbian women moved and sucked their way across
the screen. He was hard very quickly, but having problems concentrating on
either the screen or his erection. Minuets ticked by quickly. His dick felt no
closer to exploding. The timer wound below a minuet. Now it was a long stretch
of frantic pumping to get off in time. He practically slammed his penis and
could feel it getting a little raw. He gasped in triumph as finally the first
jet of semen shot out of the end of his penis and dislodged the sensor.
But....
At the same moment, he felt the heated jaws of Olivia snap shut. To his horror
he had been but a few seconds late.
Below him, he heard his balls splashing into the jar that would preserve them
forever.
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The lure. | STRAIGHT, WARNING, NULLIFICATION, implied snuff | I don't care if they live or bleed to death. I doubt many do live, after all,
I choose men who live alone. Harry was my forth victim. He was tall, quite fat
and had short brown hair. He lived. I met him on a website. He'd been dumped
recently and wanted a new girlfriend. I found a picture of myself and using
the miracle of photoshop changed me from a tall, tanned black haired girl to a
short white blond, with a small nose, white teeth and plucked eyebrows. I
thinned the lips, raised the brow, shortened the chin, and made the ears
smaller, and pierced. Then I posted it on a 'find true love' website. I said I
preferred men who lived alone in quite neighborhoods, as I had finished work
as a small time actress and wanted my privacy. I also said I lived in Atlanta,
though I live at the other side of America. Then I waited. I got a lot of
looks, but hey, who doesn't want to date a beautiful, single, actress. Then I
found Harry. He wanted to be a Captain and was training for it. His training
would soon be cut short by a long trip to the hospital. I went straight to his
apartment for the first date. I dressed in slutty clothes and a blond wig, so
I wouldn't be recognized and stepped into his apartment. I lied and told Harry
that I'd been to the beach, to get my tan. He smiled and the horror he would
face began.
"Are you a virgin?" I asked
"Yeah." He replied. I felt in his pants.
"Oh. Large one." I whispered.
He then pulled me into the bedroom and lay me on the bed. I pulled off his
trousers and underwear and began to suck his dick. It wasn't large, it was
small enough to fit in my mouth, balls and all. Then I bit down. Harder and
Harder. Then he cried out and fainted as I bit it in two. Blood spurted out. I
gave him a sleeping pill and went round the house to wipe away the
fingerprints and marks on the carpet. My sister runs a prostitution business
and I rang her number, told her it was done. I then left an advert for her
business on the sideboard, making sure Harry's fingerprints on it. Then I
picked up everything I had. When I checked the clock. It was 3:30 in the
morning. I put the wig back on and put the clock ahead an hour and then
smashed it on the way out. Left no fingerprints again and left. I looked like
a prostitute. Then I left. I was never there.
A slut was.
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Amazon Series: Part V -- Nutcracker (Amazon City Ancient History Museum) | STRAIGHT | Instruments to torture and crush balls used by the Amazons | Introduction Panel
The nutcracker was invented during the Gender War Period, when the
male rebellion crushed by their balls. Most historians agree that
soldiers of the 17th Scout Company invented the device. They used it
to interrogate prisoners, both in reconnaissance behind enemy lines
and in camp. The original nutcracker was a simple pair of pliers,
made of wood or metal, with a small cup at the crushing end to hold
the balls. Within a year of its invention, the nutcracker became a
fashion in the Amazonia Army. Every soldier and officer had one and
carried it all the time. Nutcrackers were made of precious metal and
decorated with jewels. The pliers shape was retained. But length
and sizes differ greatly. Strictly speaking, many are jewelry, not
nutcrackers. Due to their sizes and shapes, it would be very
difficult to use them to crack a male’s nuts.
The original design was the One-Cup Version. Both nuts were put in
the cup and crushed. The Two-Cup Version, with one cup for each nut,
was invented in the Post War Period. All existing Two-Cup
nutcrackers are expensive and highly decorated.
This collection include only those that can function as nutcrackers.
Every item in this collection had been used to crack nuts. From the
earliest days of the nutcrackers, the practice was to cut off the
cock after crushing the nuts.
Exhibit A – Original Nutcracker
This iron nutcracker is from the 17th Scout Company of the Gender War
Period. It is an object of tremendous historical value. The scratch
marks indicates that it saw extensive service in the field, such as
interrogation of prisoners during reconnaissance behind enemy lines.
Historical records show that this was an extremely effective tool of
interrogation. Merely putting their balls in the cup was enough to
make captives talk. Captured males often told all even before the
handles were squeezed. The short handle means that the solder and
her captive had close physical contact during interrogation. The
captive was often aroused.
Exhibit B – Nutcracker for Sex Slaves
This silver nutcracker is from the period immediately following the
Gender War Period. In shape and sizes, it closely resembles the
Original Nutcracker. The metal bar between the handles is a safety
feature. It prevents the cup from closing totally and crushing the
balls. This feature appeared only in nutcrackers of the Post War
Period, when nutcrackers were used in S&M; sex. The metal bar is
adjustable, allowing the mistress to control the limit of the squeeze
and thus the pain. The adjustable bar is a feature of expensive
nutcrackers. Cheap one tend to have fixed bars. The bar is
removable, allowing the mistress to crack the nuts. The exquisite
details and etching of this nutcracker indicates that the owner was a
high ranking officer or priestess. The screw was almost in mint
condition, indicating that it was rarely used.
Exhibit C – Nutcracker for Sacrifice
The West Mountain Region, homeland of the 17th Scout Company, adopted
the use of nutcrackers in the Annual Sacrifice Ceremony after the
war. It was the only region where this practice flourished. During
the Annual Sacrifice, balls were crushed before they were cut off,
with the cock. This practice lasted almost eighty years before it
was gradually abandoned. The reason was that too many priestesses
were aroused. Some dragged the ceremony on while others cut it short
to make love in their chamber. Gold cups were used only for the
later period. The style of this item indicates that it was made in
the later period, just before the practice faded.
Exhibit D – Tiny One-Cup Nutcracker
This exquisite platinum nutcracker was designed by High Priestess
Elaina from the West Mountain Region. It was produced by the famous
artist Michelle S., who was Elaina’s lover for three years. The
unique feature of this nutcracker is the small size of the cup. Only
one nut can be cracked at a time. Both Elaina and Michelle S. were
bisexual who enjoyed S&M; sex. One of them would mount a slave while
the other used the nutcracker on him. Cracking one nut at a time
allowed them to use the slave twice. They could both enjoy mounting
and riding the slave when his ball was crushed.
Exhibit E – Nutcracker Machine
During the immediate post Gender War Period, individual male
rebellion still took place. Rebelling males, if not captured
immediately, always raped their mistresses. Rebel rapists often had
their balls tortured before execution by castration. The prisoner
was tied to a bench, his nuts put in the iron cup. A bucket was put
on the wooden platform. Water was then poured in. The adjustable
spring mechanism balanced the weight of the bucket perfectly. Only
the weight of the water was on the nuts. The executioner adjusted
the force on the nuts by adding and removing water from the bucket.
Usually, after a day or two, water was allowed to drip into the
bucket until the nuts were cracked. Only five machines of this type
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At the Y 2 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Inside info on the Roulette games at the Y | Hi my names Mary, and I just thought I give you the inside scoop
about the Roulette game we have at the Y every saterday night.
The truth is we run the game. Us women you know. Not many of you
guys seem to suspect it but we do. Wives, girl friends, sisters,
mothers, all off us. The whole idea was ours.
The whole thing is really just a way of getting even, you see.
You fellows aren't quiet a smart as you'd like to believe. We talk.
We know a lot more about your doings then you'd think. We know who
is cheating on his woman, who beats their wife, who the rapists are
and a lot more.
Well, anyway we came up with this game to punish those men who
missed behaved. You'd think it was random luck wouldn't you? but it's
not. We know who is sitting where, and do are best to ensure
that the "loser" gets his!!!
The Other night when you say that father and son get it? Well you
wouldn't know this, but they were takeing turns with daughter of that
family. So I guess we put and end to their fun now didn't we?
Any way here is what we normally do with the gonads once they
are cut off. The wife/girl friend is usually allowed to take them
and do with them as she sees fit. Some just throw them away, others
keep them. I know one lady who had them made into a necklace, and
another who keeps them in a jar. Every once in a while the brings
them and taunts her husband with it.
If the woman doesn't want them, we store them away in a freezer,
and when there are enough, we usually call for a "girls night". Then
we have a nice little party, where they make some pretty tasty
snacks. You'd be surprised at the number of delightful dishes they
can be used in!!.
Oh, and of course there are on occassion a night where we have
no specific victim in mind, and then we just do it randomly, but it's
not nearly as rewarding...
The otherday one of the girls suggested a special night, where
we nut 49 of the players, and leave only one guy whole. Now just
think how lucky he would feel.
But the most amazing thing of it is this, the men play the game
all on their own. Who would have thought tht they'd be lineing up
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Brief | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Short story. | ` A very well dressed matron walked into the farm supply store, purse and
manila envelop in her hands. `
The storeowner walked over to her and asked: “Can I help you madam?”
“Why yes, you can, what kind of tools do you have for castrating.”
“What kind of an animal are you going to geld?"
“My husband.”
“Madam, you can’t do that it’s against the law and inhumane to boot.”
Without a word the woman opened the manila envelope and displayed a series of
pictures showing her husband and the storeowners young wife in various
compromising positions sans clothes.
“Ah yes I see the need now to have this violent stud altered, right over on
this counter. In this instance I would recommend a banding tool and a very
sharp gelding knife.
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Loida's Revenge | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | I fantasized about Loida trying to bite off my penis. I enticed her to my apartment for the erotic act to occur. She left my blood in her mouth and my cock was scarred. | ` He and Loida shared contempt for one another. They had enjoyed brief passion
and affection. He hated her because she had not consummated the relationship.
She had broken faith. He was vindictive and humiliated her with cards he
mailed to her with lewd remarks and unthinkable slurs. She came to hate him
more than any man she had hated before. He began to fantasize about having her
come over and trying to bite off his penis. He needed time to nurture courage
and develop a plan. One day after drinking several margaritas he called her.
She new almost immediately it was he. She wanted to hang up the phone. He told
her he wanted to give her a chance to be vindictive. Initially she was
incredulous. Deep down though she was intrigued, she never had an opportunity
to inflict revenge on men the way she desired and held in contempt. She
remembered how much she hated him. Here was an opportunity for her to act upon
her hatred and contempt. She asked about how he thought up the idea. How did
she expect him to do it? Where? How could she trust him? She was reluctant to
do it in her house; her mother lived with her in the house. She knew it would
make a mess and even a scene. He told her they could do it in his apartment.
She reluctantly agreed. They planned it for that Friday night. `
He was agitated and distracted that day. He could not wait to get home. She
would come over @ 9pm. He waited eagerly and impatiently at home. He had
already drunk one bottle of wine to reduce fear and pain, which was
inevitable.
She ringed his buzzer, he could not believe it. He let her up to the
apartment. She rang the bell. He opened the door. She looked as beautiful as
ever. Her mouth was glistening with glossy lipstick. She snarled slightly, but
then feigned a smile instead. He let her in. She took off her jacket. Neither
of them felt comfortable having a conversation. She was nervous but
determined. He was nervous but excited. She didn't want to undress. Nor did
she want him to undress. Her was dressed in a pair of gym shorts. She had a
blouse and pair of jeans on. She brought with her an old shirt- she knew there
might be blood. She had her hair back. She asked where he wanted her to do it.
They decided on the extra bedroom. They walked in. He put a towel on the
floor. They decided that he would sit down in a chair. She kneeled down. He
lowered his gym shorts and underwear. He was having a full erection. To show
in part her contempt she wore a pair of hospital gloves. She did not want her
hands to touch his penis. Her face was known drawing close. He could fell her
warmth. She led his penis firmly and opened her mouth. He could see her
luscious lips and glistening white teeth and barely caught a glimpse of her
tongue. He saw her head draw close. She held his penis firmly and brought her
head and mouth closer. Soon her mouth wide open covered the head and shaft of
his penis. It was warm, he felt her moist breath, and then, he felt her
incisors clamp down on his shaft. The pain was intense, but so was the
pleasure. She didn't move she bit down as hard as she could. It was hard for
her to gnaw on it because of the awkward position. He felt her incisors break
through the skin. There was blood oozing it the site of the biting. He could
barely feel her tongue on the undersurface. Her teeth were clinched and her
lips rose. As hard as she bit she could not bite through his penis.
She then shifted her molars over the shaft and tried to gnaw at the shaft. He
saw her move her head, her lips relaxed and he felt them gently touch his
shaft. He felt more of the tongue, which she could not retract. But the pain
from the bite overwhemled the wet soft surface of her tongue. She sensed the
blood oozing form the shaft bite. The skin was tearing but she could not bite
all the way through. Her jaw was weakening, she gradually weakened her bite.
She could now sense the blood in her mouth and blood was tracking down the
shaft of the penis and down her lip and chin and dripping onto the towel on
the floor. She tried pulling the shaft away with her bite now gripped again by
the incisors. They penis stretched somewhat and the blood kept oozing. She did
tear away some of the skin and made a gash in the shaft exposing the caverosa.
The dorsal vein of the penis now flowed blood where it had been punctured by
her canines. She shifted to bite more with her canines on her right. He felt
the puncture further into the cavernosum. He was losing his erection, as the
penis shrunk she renewed her clinched bite and the incisors gauged deeper. It
seemed as though she were now through the fibrous tissue and down to the
urethra, but he couldn't tell. She began to strangely feel remorse and disgust
at herself. She loosened her grip and pulled away. She looked at his penis.
There was blood over the shaft. They top and bottom had deep teeth
lacerations. His penis though was not bit off. There was a faint glistening of
saliva on the glans, quickly covered by the oozing blood. She got up, washed
her face, rinsed her mouth and proceeded to leave. She told him she wished she
could have bitten it off. She was happy though that his penis would be
scarred. She said let us try it again next week. He looked a t his penis; he
rinsed off the blood and saw the deep bite lacerations that would be there
forever.
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Human Male Gonad Plant - Before the Harvest - Part 4 | BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Sam Sloan is a Human Male Gonad Plant who has to sacrifice his cock, balls and sack every four years for the sake of medical science. Then a regeneration seed is implanted in him and his sex organs slowly grow back only to be harvested again. This is the story of his third harvest and the strange twist of events that changed his life forever. | Part 4 - Human Male Gonad Plant: Before the Harvest
I awaken with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The day is
here. A day filled with excruciating pain, as I lose my cock, balls
and sack. Though this is my third harvest, it isn't any easier then
before. I know now what to expect and knowing makes it all the
worst. Words cannot describe what I will experience.
I got the routine down thoroughly. Take a long shower and then
shave my groin area. Of course, someone at the harvest clinic will
shave me again with a surgical razor but I have to get the rough
hair removed. Oh, then take several Fleets enemas until my bowels
are clear as the day I was born. They don’t like Gonad Plants
shitting all over the place if they lose bowel control during the
harvest.
I stand naked in front of the bathroom mirror fondling my cock and
balls. They are so great. Perfect proportions. As I examine myself
my cock hardens.
Jerry enters the bathroom. We had fantastic sex the last couple
days. Since the good doctor explained that no more semen tests will
be given, I have been able to share my hot creamy cum with my
friend. And he has loved every drop of it. The first load I gave
him was in his hot ass. I must have drained a gallon inside him.
Some actually trickled out as I pulled my cock out of him. And he
had cum the same time I pumped him full.
Ah, Jerry stands behind me reaching around fondling my low hanging
balls and taut dick. His crotch is pressed up against my ass. Now
he is stroking it with his special touch.
"Joe," he says, "I want to prep you this morning. Shave you and
give you those damn enemas. I want to be as much a part of this
fucking harvest as possible."
Smiling I reply, "Only if you suck my dick dry."
"Need you even wonder?" my good friend responds, "your cock is
going to be my treat for a long as time allows. I want to drink
every ounce of cum from your body. Have a problem with that?" he
asks smiling.
As we head towards the bed I ask in a very serious tone of
voice, "Jerry, you are going to be there with me today and do the
final cut and snip?"
Without hesitating he responds, "Not my favorite thing, but for
you, yes. I will do what you want me to."
A tremendous wave of relief rolls over me. I just need him to do
that. Don't need some idiot medical student taking my package
without any emotion either good or bad.
Laying on edge of bed with legs spread apart feet resting on bed
rail. Gawd, he is sucking on my balls. He holds the right one in
his mouth. Feel his tongue caressing it like a lover's hand. His
right hand strokes my hard shaft as his left index and middle
finger ease up inside my asshole and begin to press on my prostate.
Not taking long this time! Cock is throbbing as I feel my sperm
move up my shaft. Jerry pops my ball out of his mouth and holds my
dick in front of his face until the first spurt. He opens his mouth
and I jet my jism into his mouth. He takes my cockhead now and lets
me flow over his wet hungry tongue. I hear a soft moan as he holds
my load in his mouth before swallowing it.
Now he is lifting my balls and reaching my asshole with his cum
coated tongue. Oh! Gawd! Feels so fucking good as he rims me and
probes me. Dick staying hard as he continues ministering to my
brown pucker hole. Feel another cum stirring.
"Fuck, ride my hard cock!" I cry out. I hold it in as I get on my
back on the bed. Jerry crawls on top of me and directs my dick to
his ass. I slide easily inside him because my meat is still coated
with his saliva and some of my remaining cum.
Jerry throws his head back as he fucks my cock with his tight ass.
I explode another huge wad deep into his bowels and his load shoots
all over my face, chest and stomach. It amazes me how much cum this
guy can pump out. I wipe some of his spunk off my face and chest
with my fingers and offer it to him. He eagerly accepts it licking
my fingers clean. He is now licking his cum off my body.
"Damn, I love to feel your cum running out of my ass!" he exclaims
smiling ear to ear, "I'm going to miss that so much!" He starts to
cry. I hold him and let him release his sense of impending loss.
What a special friend I have here.
I know the few hours I have, as a man, will pass quickly. But going
to enjoy them as much as humanly possible.
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Last Arousal | NULLIFICATION, True Story | True story of a Thai man who had two women on the go and lost \'everything\'.... | ` From the ANanova site, filed 17-02-2002. `
WIFE CUT OFF HUSBAND'S PENIS AND TESTICLES OVER AFFAIR
A Thai woman has allegedly cut off her husband's penis and testicles after
discovering he was having an affair.
Police say Ubon Pitiano struck with a kitchen knife after arousing him in
their bedroom and threw his severed genitals into a neighbouring banana
garden.
Doctors have been anable to attach Asis Pitiano's manhood.
Police claim his 33-year old wife has confessed to the attack at the couple's
home in Yala, saying she was upset her husband had lost interest in her.
When she discovered he was having an affair with a Malaysian woman she planned
to get her rvenge, police allege.
Reporters from the Thai Rath newspaper tried to speak to Mr Pitiano, but
doctors said he is too distressed and is receiving counselling.
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Thecia's Fantasy | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Just as the title suggests..Thecia\'s Fantasy. This story is mostly fiction and not for minors. As always I welcome coal and gold miners. | Thecia's Fantasy
I’m a 30 year old, female "cutter". I live and work in the southwest part of
the US. I do most of my "cutting" in Mexico now. Law enforcement became
interested in my support network a few months ago and I decided, discretion
being the better part of valor, to only cut in Mexico from now on.
I’ve been e mailing with a guy I’ll call JM for some time now. He has an
underlying need to be cut. He’s not sure of this, but I am. I’ve seen many
like him before.
From here on the story is fiction.
I’ve arranged to meet JM in Eagle Pass, TX. for the trip together to Mexico.
My friend and sometimes co-worker, Jill is with us. She is there at JM’s
request. He only knows her from my stories here on EA.
We stayed in a local motel that night. His only request is that we severely
tax his stamina before I take his manhood. Jill and I are up for the task. So,
Apparently is JM. His bulge shows in his Levi’s , this is even before we enter
the room. I had seen many photos of his "equipment" prior to this, but here
and unwrapped it was still impressive. Especially his ripe full balls.
JM was very much into his balls. I had seen pictures of him hefting a 45-pound
Olympic weight with only a clothesline and his impressive set.
He liked them and was proud of them.
Jill began by opening her blouse a little and giving him a slow warm kiss. I
sat cross-legged on the bed behind him and rubbed his back and neck. I let my
warm breath caress his neck.
By the way, this was defiantly not part of my service. I had grown quite fond
of JM and wanted to make his last sexual encounter into a man’s greatest
fantasy. Or at least the best that I knew how to give.
Jill, who is always up for a new game, went along with me.
Our intention was to drain him completely. Exhaust him and let him go to sleep
with a smile on his face. We fulfilled our plan, although he also held his
own. Jill and I were both very well sated.
In the morning, he drove his own car to Mexico. Jill and I went in her
hatchback. I had made arrangements for the use of the clinic room as I always
did. This was to be a little more complicated than usual because, at JM’s
request, the whole sac was to come off.
I was dressed in jeans with a light blue halter-top and Jill had short shorts
and a very brief white halter-top. Her more than ample breasts testing the
seams on the cotton material. I usually wear a white lab coat when I cut, but
this time we were going to add to his pleasure. He had won a spot in my heart,
so I wanted this to be perfect.
I looked him in the eye and said, "I’m going to cut your balls off". Like a
signal his nice thick cock sprung to attention. This happens often to men who
know that they are about to be "Cut."
Jill and I undressed him together. Gently touching his body as we did. When we
unwrapped his equipment, that cock was still in the most erect position and
his big balls hung low from the Mexican heat. We had shaved him carefully the
night before, so he was almost ready.
As I laid out my instruments, Jill worked herself out of her tight shorts, the
halter was next. I’m always impressed with Jill’s body. She intimidates me a
little. In fact I feel like a boy next to her. I’m told that I have a great
body, but there is something about her 5’ 8" frame and hourglass figure that
just draws eyes to her, both men and women. Despite this, JM’s eyes stayed on
me. He followed me as I went about my business. I could feel the lust and need
emitting from him.
As I had promised him we began to make his fantasy come true. Jill slipped her
lips over his substantial cock. Slowly working him. I slipped out of my top
about then. Jill climbed up on top of the table and straddled him with her
dancers thighs. She lowered her neatly trimmed pussy down gently onto his
lips. I took over on his erection. Slowly working him. I gently mouthed his
hanging balls and ran my tongue up and down his rock hard shaft.
As I handled his big balls, I reached for and loaded my elastrator. Slipping
the rubber restrictor onto the jaws of the device, I applied three dabs of
instant glue to the rubber band and worked it over his bulging sac. The glue
was to keep the band from moving after the cut.
All the while I kept returning to his raging hard on. Licking it and sucking
on it. As the second band found it’s position I tossed the elastrator aside
and felt for my cutter. I would use a shear that I had used before rather than
my scalpel.
I could feel his cock harden and its large helmet widen. He was almost there.
His balls would have tightened at this time but for the heavy bands. I
positioned the big shear around his now purple sac.
I felt the first tiny spurt and I tensed. The second massive spurt filled my
mouth to overflowing. Each shot seemed to be more, massive amounts just
pouring from his shaft. After what seemed like the hundredth spurt…really
maybe sixth or seventh. The huge flood of cum ebbed.
As the very last little drop came out I brought my hands together on the
handles of the shear. His big, plum like balls hit the table as an over ripe
fruit would. I’ll never forget the noise they made. Sort of a ker plop. The
bands held and there was very little bleeding.
Jill told me later, with a wink, that she thought JM had broken her cummer.
She had lost count after ten orgasms. I remember looking at his face only to
see it covered with Jill’s juices.
From there the story was routine. I tended the wound and washed the removed
package in alcohol and put the newly severed nuts into a formaldehyde filled
peanut butter jar.
JM stayed in Mexico for two days to recover. Jill and I went home the
following day. I still have his balls and they still are an impressive set.
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
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Blood Rose - The Python (part 1) | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Straight, Lesbian, Bi, Ballbusting, Castration | <STRONG><EM>INTRODUCTION:</EM></STRONG> <BR><BR>Welcome to the world of Blood Rose, a most deadly female assassin with ballbusting <BR>and femdom tendancies. The story of Blood Rose is ever expanding and as more stories <BR>continue to be published, the more we shall know of Blood Rose and her past from <BR>early childhood to her days as a contract killer. I hope you enjoy reading this <BR>particular chapter entitled 'The Python'. This chapter is the lead up to part 2 of <BR>'The Python' and focuses on getting to know Blood Rose and Boots, as well as some <BR>information on The Python himself.<BR><BR><EM>Thanks for reading and drop me a line some time at: [email protected]</EM> | ` `
Rose lay sprawled over the worn old couch in her dimly lit apartment. The loud
noises of the busy New York overshadowed that of the television set. Thunder
and lightning lashed outside in the stormy weather, the light excentuating
Roses large,
rounded breasts which lay relaxed against her chest, nipples protruding
slightly due to the room temperature given off by the air conditioner. Pouty
young lips were at easy and her beautiful green eyes hidden by sleep depriven
eyelids. Her hair fell
across her face. It was about shoulder length, parted down the middle and dyed
red as the blood of her many victims. Although you wouldn't know it by
looking, Rose was an assassin, or contract killer as she prefered to be known,
under the alias of Blood Rose. Little know Rose's true identity of that when
she was but a small child, nor what lead her into the business. She was a
mysterious and sexy woman. A dark horse. And, although amongst the most deadly
of women in the industry, her apartment was a dump. Used pizza boxes lay
accross the floor, a tea stained couch, small television set and little other
furnishings could be found amongst the cheap, dark
bricked complex.
Knock, knock, knock!
Rose's eyes lit up and she sprung to life. Bare breasted and dressed only in
her underpants she rolled off the couch and reached for her pistol. She slowly
made her way to the door, on alert for any unwanted visitors. Her exposed,
slender legs and smooth thighs moved slowly as she crept up closer to her
apartment door.
Knock, knock, knock, knock!
This time quicker and more violently. Then she heard a familiar voice...
"Rose!" came a muffled voice from the other side of the door, "Rose its Boots,
open up, please!"
Her cries sounded distressed and desperate. Rose immediately let loose and lay
down her weapon. She opened the door and her old friend Boots entered the
room, teary eyed. Boots was an african-american woman, one of Blood Rose's
closest friends. She wandered over to the couch and slumped down, her perky,
black breasts jiggled as she did so. Boots was dressed in a tank top and mini
skirt stretching around her large thighs, underneath her large trench coat.
She was soaked through and through, and had mud all over her knee high leather
boots, as to which may have brought about her nickname Boots. Boots did not
belong to the industry of contract killing, but rather that of a prostitute.
More precisely, a femme. She was not paid for sex, but to deal punishment on
men which they found sexually arrousing. She sat their sobbing in the palms of
her hands.
"What's the matter Boot's?" asked Rose, concerned for her friend as she sat
down next to her. She put her arm around Boots' neck, her naked breasts
pressing against Boots' smooth, wet skin.
"You were the only one I could... I could talk to" her face rose from her
hands, with teary, red eyes.
"What about Terry?" Rose inquired.
"I divorced that mother fucker two years ago! I caught him sleeping with some
little blonde-girl tramp!"
"That bastard... why didn't you come to me sooner?"
"Couldn't" Sobbed Boots, "I'd been serving a two year jail sentence in London
for grevious bodily harm... I took the liberty of castrating that cheating
prick."
"Serves that wanker right for what he did to you... but what's wrong now?"
Rose asked.
Boots' reply was blunt. "The Python."
"The Python?!" exclaimed Rose.
"You know of him, right?"
"He's amongst the largest of drug lords in New York... famous for the size of
his dick around these parts, hence the name." Rose spoke in spite, "Fucking
men will do anything to inflate their ego's. Why do you mention hi-"
She suddenly stopped there and remembered one more thing about The Python.
She'd heard about it off the street and read it everywhere... the strings of
rape victims that all lead back to him. He'd managed to get past the courts on
all three times he was dragged in. He had both the Jury and the Judge bribed
with hefty sums of money, cheating the system and successfully at that. Rose
stared into Boots' eyes and suddenly realised the truth.
She'd been raped.
"He... he didn't" Rose stammered.
Boots began to tear up and managed to nod her head before burying herself in
Roses arms, using her soft bosoms as refuge from the world. Rose merely lay
back in shock, comforting her friend. So much had happened since they'd last
seen each other... It was a shock to hear the news.The night dragged on, Boots
explaining how and where it had happened. Aparently she had been called in as
The Python's femme for the night. However, upon arriving two of The Python's
men drew their guns and made her strip down and let the bastard have his way
with her. Rose offered Boots some coffee and the two talked long into the
stormy night.
They soon awoke the next morning, atop of one another. Boots was a bi-sexual
and was very comfortable amongst the contact of other women, as was Rose,
being a lesbian. Rose would often use sexual tactics against some of her
victims as a 'cock tease', but never enjoyed sex with other men. Boots' face
was buried amongst Rose's cleavage, napping quietly upon her soft chest
pillows. Her thighs and legs were wrapped around one anothers, entangled
together. Boots' maskara had run onto a small portion of roses breast from the
crying she had been doing the previous night. Rose soon awoke from her slumber
and slowly edged her way out from underneath Boots, trying to allow her to
sleep for as long as possible. She covered her with a small blanket that lay
sprawled across the floor and went to fix herself a coffee whilst pulling her
black panties out of her perky, perfect ass. Whilst the kettle boiled, Rose
put a shirt over the top of her lovely honeys, covering them from the eyes of
civilians down below in her large windowed apartment.
As she sat and drank her morning brew, Rose began to think of the events told
by Boots that night, her run in with The Python and all the trauma she must of
gone through. She decided then and there that she would put an end to it all,
and seek justice for her friend Boots.
Rose would soon dismember one of New York's leading drug lords,
The Python.
**_TO BE CONTINUED IN "Blood Rose - The Python (part2)"_**
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Cement Cock Ring | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Fucking around with the wife of the local crime boss cums at a high price. | ` Cement Cock Ring `
by Allen Baker
At least, that's what Manny's goons called it. A cement cock ring. I called it
the end of my life as a man.
It was diabolically simple enough. A five gallon plastic tub with a small hole
cut in the side. Small enough that it hurt like hell when they forced my balls
and cock through. Small enough that I couldn't struggle to retrieve them
without the use of my hands, and they were bound behind me. Then they reached
in an forced a two-inch leather ball stretcher onto the neck of my sack,
forcing my nuts to the very pit of their pouch. So there I sat with my legs
curled around the plastic tub as I watched in horror as the two burly guys
mixed a wheelbarrow full of cement.
I had to just sit there and shout around my gag as they filled the tub with
the heavy mixture. I felt and saw it plop into the tub as they poked and
shoved it with a stick to remove any air pockets. It sloshed up and around my
cock and balls. As the bucket filled I groaned with the increased weight
pressing down on my nuts. A sickness grew in the pit of my groin with the
unrelenting pressure. I passed out.
Somewhere in my dream filled unconscious, I was again with Janice, Manny's
wife. I was dicking her again as she squirmed under me. She shrieked out in
her excitement, just as the goons stormed into the bedroom and hauled my naked
ass off her, interrupting my nearing climax. Her screaming mingled with my own
as I came to and again felt the extreme pain in my balls. My shouts were
ignored.
The cement had hardened. The goons were attaching a hoist to the metal ring
embedded in the center of the cement. I soon had to struggle to my feet to
keep from being suspended by my nuts. They moved the cement and me to the back
of a pickup and tied down a tarpaulin as cover. Chicago's winters are brutal.
It was freezing out, and my teeth soon chattered. I found grim humor in the
fact that the only warm parts of my body were those surrounded by the still
curing cement.
It wasn't a long ride to Manny's boat docked on Lake Michigan. I was soon
shivering on the open deck of the small yacht as we headed out into the open
water. I had no illusions as to my fate. Manny had the reputation of being the
most cruel of the Windy City's mafia crowd. I had known that even before I'd
first fucked his woman. But at the time, her allure had convinced me it was
worth it. Now I knew better.
All too soon, the captain killed the motor, and we drifted in the dawn's mist.
They attached the hoist to the ring again and moved my manhood's cement home
over the edge of the boat, pulling my thighs tight against the rail.
One of the goons slapped me hard on the ass, and reached out to the ring. I
was breathing heavily and shaking badly. I thought he was going to release the
catch and send me plunging to my watery death. Instead he clipped a small
chain to the ring. At the end of it dangle a pocket knife. The other goon
untied my hands and removed the gag.
The first one spoke. "Manny's not such a bad guy, really. He's giving you a
choice. You can let yourself drown, or you can cut yourself loose." Then he
just grinned as the diabolical delima formed in my head. The only way to live
was to cut off my own cock and balls! I'd have to deprive myself of the
instruments of my downfall or die.
That's as far as I had time to think before they released the concrete weight
that pulled me over the side. There was really no choice but to fight the
buffeting water for the knife and slash into my tender, beloved tissues. I had
never before wondered if you could cry tears underwater. Oh yes, you can. You
can.
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Christine goes to America | clitoridectomy | Christine displays her trophies and sets out to collect more | Christine goes to America
I met Christine at the centre. We sat and had tea in the inner courtyard. She
was more neatly dressed than usual. Her normal shapeless black jalabaya was
gone. She wore a fawn robe, which did extend to the foor, but was waisted and
showed an inkling of her petite figure. From the high neck to the robe she
pulled out the necklace of her trophies. There were four crystal balls. Each
was 5/8 of a sphere. Attached the gilt back of each was a victim’s clitoris.
They were arranged with the largest to the centre.
“I hear you had your revenge on the group, who tormented you.”
‘I think you can see the revenge,’ she replied, ‘But there’s one missing.’
‘Philomena has left the country. I think you’ll have to give her up.’
“Oh no, I’m off to America. I intend to return with her clitoris dangling in
my necklace. It’ll make a nice centre piece.’
Christine smiled. It was only when she contemplated cutting off another
woman’s clitoris, that happiness crossed her face.
“Do you know where she is?’’
‘Not yet, but I’ll track her down.’
‘If she finds out what you’ve done to her friends, she’ll be on her guard.’
‘I’m sure one of them will be in contact. I didn’t render them dumb, just
sexless.’
“I’m not sure that Sue and the others approve of your actions.’
‘Don’t kid yourself. No woman without a clitoris wants others to keep theirs.
I am just more straightforward about it. Anyway if my arrangements for them do
not work out, the Centre will soon be getting new members.’
‘What arrangements?’
‘I have found places for them in rich families in Upper Egypt and the Sudan.
They can look after and teach the children of the families. Given their
treatment, the wives will not feel threatened by the them. The Nubian nurses
will deliver them in a few days.’
‘Nubians?’
‘Oh yes, they will have had the full works. I only did the first part. I left
the Nubians to excise the inner labia and to infibulate them. They will be
incapable of intercourse.’
‘Maybe they won’t like their new roles and will escape.’
‘They can always come here and become members. Perhaps you can create a higher
grade of membership for the Pharaonically circumcised.’
“They won’t be happy to see you here.’
‘Probably not, but I’m off to New York tomorrow. I’ll be long gone.’
She looked out over the centre courtyard and said, ‘I’ll miss the place, but
it is time to move on.’
“Is your husband going to miss you?’
‘No, he won’t. He’s more embarrassed about our once a month coitus than I am.
He knows what his mother did to me and he feels guilty. He can’t enjoy it at
all. At least I enjoy the stretching.’
‘Do you want me to come and see you off?’
‘Oh yes, and I’ll show you my bag of tricks, before I pack them.’
Christine was flying at some ungodly hour of the morning, so I arrived at her
place at midnight. She openned the door and beckoned me in. Her husband and
his other wife were in bed asleep.
‘Come in. I’ve got a number of things to show you. Sal and Marion helped me
put them together.’
Spread on a table were a number of instruments. The included four scalpels, a
number of clips with ring attachments, four wire rings with handles, nail
clippers and a set of small clamps.
‘I am particularly pleased with these.’ She showed picked up one of the
handles with a wire ring at the top. The ring was only a centimetre in
diameter. She pulled a little lever on the handle and ring contracted
completely. “It’s very sharp. It might take your finger off. A clitoris has no
chance.’
She had also got some leather straps and bondage equipment.
‘Your not taking that as hand luggage?”
‘Regrettably no. Although I will fantasise about doing one of the stewardesses
as we travel. I don’t think anyone has done a clitoridectomy at 40,000 feet.’
She packed the lot away. The taxi arrived and we set off for the airport. She
checked in her bags, and walked with me for a coffee.
‘You gave me a new lease of life,’ she said.
‘By asking you to cut off my clitoris?’
‘Yes. I have never felt so excited as when I watched you squirm, pleading for
me to cut it off. The exhiliration at the moment of excision was ecstatic.’
‘Didn’t Andrea turn you on?’
‘Yes, but not as much. She was more assertive. You were much more vulnerable.
I liked the power. Anyway, you were my first!’
She leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. Pulling away she smiled and
said, “But I did enjoy doing four at once. I squelched all the way home after
doing them. I now have a mission in life, which is also a passion.”
We walked to the departure gate. She looked up at me, squeezed me round the
waist and kissed me again. Then she went off.
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