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Prick Charming | TESTICLES, Lesbianism | ***** | ` It was a white night. Full moon. `
She was horny. As always.
She needed a great fuck. Lanced a lot, so to speak.
She's the fetish Queen of her Court, the Queendom of Cumelot.
Let's go back a few years, when now Queen Erin was then still Princess Erin.
We'll go way back in time. The Queen is just now 21, so let's go back to her
18th birthday. That would be, if my math is correct, 3 years ago. 2002 take
away 3, then this flashback is in 1999.
The Princess had just graduated with honors from her select private high
school. She gave the valor-dick-story address.
She was at the top of her class because she was at the top of her form. And
what a form that is.
But just an aside, she's not a real princess or queen, like Elizabeth or
whoever. She's just a pretty girl raised by a happily pretty fucked up mother
who was just 13 when Erin came into the world. And at 34 her mother is still a
great piece of ass too, so Erin has good genes. And she looks great in short
skirts.
We don't need to talk about the things Erin saw her mother get into while she
was growing up. You can imagine. Well, even your imagination probably has
limits that end before the kind of kink Erin's mother would get into (still
does).
"Pretty girls don't suck cock." Erin learned this early on from her mother.
Both Erin and her mother are way more than "pretty," so no cocks between their
lips.
Not that they don't like a great cock now and then. They do. But they have
standards and limits.
The cocks must come with a good-looking cock maintenance machine (the guy with
subject cock). And after the great cock is used to fuck ass and pussy, the
cock maintenance machine must make sure it does not cum and that he takes it
away for good after his once-only use for Erin.
I'm bored. Sorry.
You deserve to hear the rest of the story. You won't.
I'm going over to Erin's this afternoon and eat her pussy. She'll at least let
a gorgeous babe like myself go down on her wherever and whenever. I'm lucky.
What I won't tell you about is Erin's "Round Table."
She likes gang bangs.
And she likes when the cocks of the day fail in some way. Then she has them by
the balls.
But she does not have them by the balls for long. Because even though she is
still holding their balls, she can't literally have them by the balls anymore
because the balls are then no longer connected to the men who had been
maintaining them.
Let me make that clear. When she has them by the balls, she cuts off their
balls. Then she just has the balls by the balls. You can't have balls by the
balls and men by those balls at the same time. Not logical.
I'll be back in a few days and tell you more, but I need Erin's clit on my
tongue right now, and I can't talk when my tongue is occupied by things much
more pleasing than shaping it to form syllables. Not silly, just true.
I'll send this story in at this point so I can remember where I left off. If I
happen to find you with Erin this afternoon, you'll be leaving something else
off.
That would be fun for all of us.
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Destiny | STRAIGHT, BI, TESTICLES | Destiny | He couldn't resist any longer. This had been a dream of his, ever
since he can remember. Before puberty.
he knows his place, his correct place is at Her feet. to do with as
She please. To do ANYTHING She beckons him to do...no matter what.
he must be devoid of any sexuality. he must never want and try to
satisfy his own personal urges.
he must live for Her. his sexuality must be removed. he will leave
all...his wife...children...his career...his so-called 'life' just
for the chance that She will take him and change him and use him as
She wishes.
It all happened so quickly.
One day he was just miserable in a sexually disfunctional (his)
marriage. he had somehow had two children.
Then he was leaving it all...flying to the pacific northwest...She
knew a Doctor friend who will make him...change him forever to the
sexless creature he should be.
Suddenly he was strapped down looking into Her eyes...begging Her to
remove the last bastion of his old self. Please please please he
begged please castrate me take the manhood away. Please allow me to
be a eunuch slave...just with the opportunity that You might allow
me to serve You in someway...for as long as You wish. You own me
mind, body, heart, soul,...everything...
Please take me away!!
It was done....and now he is as happy as can be in his proper place
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Kyle goes after Mike's Manhood | STRAIGHT, BI, TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Mike has a tiny little dick and some intense fantasies. Kyle takes control threatening to remove Mike\'s cock or balls or both. What will happen? | Mike was a good looking teen. He entered puberty late and had a really tiny
dick. When he had his school physical, the doctor found that he had a hernia.
An operation was immediately scheduled. He went into the hospital and had to
be prepped for surgery. The male nurse shaved off his sex hair leaving him
looking like a little kid. He was so horny that he jerked off twice that
night.
When morning came, he was taken out of his room to the operating room. When he
woke up, he was in the surgical intensive care unit. His mom and dad were
there and stayed while he recovered from the operation. After a few hours, a
male nurse took him up to his room. He was able to go home two days later.
The doctor gave him a note informing the school that he would not be able to
participate in physical education (with the exception of swimming) for the
next three months.
The coach told Mike that he would be getting his gym credit by swimming. Since
the seniors had already had their unit of swimming, Mike was assigned to have
swimming class with the 10th graders. He was not looking forward to the next
three months.
Mike was very aware of his tiny little, shave penis. It looked so small with
the hernia scar just above it. He was very careful to keep the 10th graders
from seeing his tiny secret. He would shower with his bathing suit. When he
got to his locker, he would put his towel around his waste and then take off
his swim suit. His underwear would go on before the towel came off. He
couldn’t help but notice the cocks and pubes on the younger boys in the locker
room.
Mike kept his secret until the coach decided to watch every guy drop his swim
suit into the laundry bin. He stood outside the shower area watching each boy
strip and drop their suit into the bin. He was sick and tired of picking up
swim suits from the locker room and this new arrangement would solve that
problem once and for all.
Mike stripped off his school issued speedo and dropped it into the laundry
bin. The coach got a good look at his tiny, shaved package and he smiled as
the teen stood nude in front of him.
Mike did his best to avoid being seen as he entered the shower room. Both
Kevin and Kyle watched him enter the shower room. They immediately knew his
secret. They laughed and made fun of my little boy pee pee. Then they left the
shower room and entered the locker room.
When Mike entered the locker room, Kyle and Kevin called attention to his
entry. They made sure that everyone knew that he had a tiny, shaved, little
dick. Kyle asked Mike if his operation was to change him from a boy to a girl.
Both Kyle and Kevin had large dicks with thick nests of pubic hair.
Mike was really horny after school. He walked home, dropped off his stuff and
then started walking to a spot on the river where he would regularly strip,
streak, skinny dip and cum. Mike had an elastrator and he would sometimes put
a band on his nuts as he jerked and fantasied.
That day, he stripped and then put an elastrator band on his balls. The fear
and excitement of being naked, exposed and banded was a real turn on.
He would regularly fantasize about getting his nuts or his cock cut off. Today
was no exception. He would speak as he jerked.
“Cut off my fucking balls. Castrate me and make me a pussy.”
On other occasions as he jerked he would say:
“ I don’t deserve my cock. It is so tiny. Cut off my clit of a dick and make
me suffer with the desire to cum with no cock and no relief.”
That day, after school, Kyle caught me talking, jerking and streaking. He saw
me put the castration band on my nuts and he heard me speaking about getting
my cock and balls cut off. I was just about to cut off the castration band
when I saw Kyle coming towards me. He had been watching me for over 30
minutes. He did not want me to cut that band off.
Kyle wrestled me to the ground. Mike was scared to death. The band had been on
for 30-40 minutes. Kyle shoved his dick into Mike’s mouth. A few minutes later
he came in Mike’s mouth. Then he grabbed the teens dick and balls. He brought
Mike’s own knife up to the base of base of his cock. Then he put the knife
just below the elastrator band. Mike was convinced that Kyle was going to nut
him. Mike felt a snapping pain in his balls and squirted at the same time.
Mike would soon find out that Kyle had cut off the band saving his balls.
But Kyle now knew Mikes fantasies and secrets. Kyle would soon have his cock
or his balls or both.
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At the Hairdresser - Translated by Memberno | STRAIGHT, WARNING, NULLIFICATION | A free coupon provides for more than he bargained for. | ` A Visit to the Hairdresser `
Somehow I imagined it differently. Today is my thirtieth, my thirtieth
birthday. How could that have happened so quickly? I was lying on my bed and
thinking about how old I am. I was in a really bad mood. My friend Tina, who
was coming out of the kitchen, had probably noticed that, too.
“Here, I brought your mail along. Maybe you got a few birthday cards.”
She laid three envelopes on my stomach and lay down by me. It was nice to feel
her warmth. She took off her worn out T-shirt that she always wore when
sleeping. It was the only thing she had on. She has a really terrific figure.
Not too thin, big, jutting breasts that are the perfect size, light brown
skin, short black hair and a mouth she can perform miracles with.
As I was opening the first envelope, her hand was slowly making its way into
my boxer shorts. There was actually a birthday card in it. “Dear Alex, best
wishes on your thirtieth birthday. Your Aunt Elly.”
Short and to the point. The card wasn’t even very pretty. That didn’t cheer me
right up. For that there were Tina’s slow masturbating movements.
She jerked me off slowly with her thumb and index finger and while she was
doing it kept pinching my dickhead again and again. It felt beautiful and I
noticed that my dick was thanking her for it. It was standing up stiffly in my
boxer shorts and droplets of pre-cum ran out of its head.
“Open up the second envelope!”, she demanded softly.
So, I did, although I now preferred to pay attention to Tina.
But it was just a mechanically produced birthday greeting from an advertising
firm. Who the hell knows where they got my birth date from? I didn’t want to
think about it any more, because Tina was opening the button on my boxers and
pulling my stiff dick out. She looked me in the eyes, smiled cunningly, and
began to suck me off.
My mood improved suddenly. She sucks fantastic cock. For one moment she plays
her tongue around my dickhead, next moment she has my cock buried up to its
root in her mouth. I noticed that I wouldn’t be able to keep from coming much
longer. Shortly before I reached the highpoint, she suddenly stopped and
demanded that I open the third letter. I could hardly believe it. So, I took
the letter and tore the envelope to pieces. It was a coupon. A hairdresser’s
coupon. Who the devil is sending me a hairdresser coupon? There was no return
address, just the hairdressing salon and a considerable sum. What was I going
to get done for so much money?
At this moment, Tina took my stiff and throbbing cock into her mouth again and
sucked in a simply heavenly way. It wasn’t long until my hot semen spurted
into her mouth. She looked at me and swallowed. She swallowed everything that
she was able to suck out of my cock. She gives simply splendid blowjobs.
We were lying on the bed embracing each other. I thought of the coupon again.
I certainly didn’t know who had sent it to me, but why not use it? A visit to
the hairdresser had again become a bitter necessity. So, I decided to look up
the hairdressing salon advertised that afternoon.
So, I went to the salon. I had never noticed it before. A very small salon.
The window panes were tinted, so I couldn’t peer in to find out more. So I
opened the door and went in. Inside there was actually just one barber’s
chair, one mirror and one corner to sit in. A red-haired woman was sitting
there, about thirty years old, about five feet five inches tall and very
slender. Then I noticed that she had relatively large breasts. “Wow, a dream
woman! If that’s the hair dresser, this will be my main salon,” I thought to
myself. And, in fact, she stood up and asked me what I wished.
“I have a coupon that I got as a gift and wanted to use it here.”
“Oh, let me see it. Ah yes, my name is Diana.”
While she was examining the coupon, she pushed me toward the barber chair.
“Have a seat; there are a few things we have to do. You know that I can’t give
you any change on this coupon? We have to use the coupon up completely. But,
that isn’t a problem.”
I sat and wondered how this would go.
She went quickly into the back room and returned a short time later with a
cloth cover in her hand.
“So, we don’t want to get your clothes full of hair.” She came up close and
draped the cover around me. For a short time I could feel her breasts against
my shoulder.
“We’ll start by washing your hair. Lay your head back into the basin.”
I did so and she began to rinse my hair with warm water. It felt great, the
way her gentle hands glided through my hair. She took shampoo and massaged my
scalp. It was splendid. I was afraid of getting a hard-on. Then she took the
shower head and rinsed the foam out of my hair. It was neat.
“Well, we had to do that first. Now we want to neaten up your haircut.”
She combed my hair and reached for the shaver, which was lying in front of me
on the board under the mirror. When she was doing that I was able to get a
quick look into her dress and noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “What a
turn on!” I thought.
She kept pressing her tits against my shoulder. It was simply a turn on. She
put the razor away and picked up the shears. She began to cut my top hair.
“Who gave you such a high-value coupon?”
“Today’s my birthday and it was mailed to me. There was no return address.”
“Well, congratulations. A secret admirer perhaps? Do you have a girlfriend?”
The situation was erotically charged and I didn’t want to change it.
“No, right now I’m alone.”
At that moment she pushed my head back against her sexy tits and continued
cutting my hair.
“How is it that such a good-looking guy doesn’t have a girlfriend?”
“I’ve never found the right one. I’m enjoying my single life with all its
advantages, if you know what I mean.”
“How about a shave?”
I felt a bit strange because I had never allowed another person to shave me.
Yet, I agreed.
She took the razor and a bottle of shaving cream out of the drawer under the
mirror.
“Don’t worry; this isn’t the first time I’m doing this.”
I could hardly believe it. She sat down with her legs over my lap and began to
lather my face. She ran her gentle hands over my face again and again. Then
she took the straight razor and put it to my neck. With great care she shaved
path after path. Slowly I noticed how this was turning me on.
Slowly but surely my dick was standing up. I knew she noticed it. After all,
she was sitting right on it.
“Oh what’s that there? Don’t make me nervous, it could get dangerous,” she
said.
And exactly that made me nervous. As she shaved she rocked lightly back and
forth on my lap. I got a stony hard-on. She took a washcloth and wiped the
rest of the foam off my face.
“So, while I have the razor out and you still haven’t used up your coupon, how
would it be with a pubic shave?” she asked, “That’s the specialty of the
house.” I had no time to answer. She dismounted, pulled off the cloth and went
into the back room with it. When she came back she had two metal supports in
her hand. “We have to put your legs up so that I can work undisturbed.”
She attached the supports on the left and right arms of the barber chair. Then
she kneeled in front of me and opened my pants. She took them off slowly along
with my shorts. My hard-on sprang out immediately. She came near it with her
face and said “That’s a splendid fellow. That we want to make look really
chic.” She put my legs into the supports. I lay there as if in a gynecological
chair.
“I have to fasten your legs now, so that you can’t move them. I will
definitely not cut you.” She fastened my legs with a leather strap. She
kneeled between my legs again and began to lather up my pubic area. It felt
wonderful. She rubbed the cold lather into my balls and dick. I thought my
cock about to burst. I was afraid that I would spurt lather all over myself.
She took the straight razor and began to shave me. Taking my dick in her hand
she began to jerk me off. “This will be my only salon, for sure,” I thought.
Her hand movements got faster and faster. My cock and balls jerked.
“Well now, better hold your balls still. It’s not without danger, what I’m
doing here.” Easier said than done. When she was finished with the razor, she
stood up and pulled her smock off. I was right. She had nothing on under it.
Nothing at all. She kneeled down again and took my prick in her mouth. “So,
now we’re going to finish using up the coupon.” With these words she took my
dick all the way into her mouth. She began to suck and lick. It wasn’t long
before I was near coming. Then she suddenly took my prick out of her mouth and
stood up. “I have another little surprise for you.” The door to the back room
opened and I didn’t believe my eyes.
“Tina, what are you doing here? I can explain everything.”
“No explanation is needed. Diana is an old friend who owed me a favor. I sent
you the coupon.”
“But why?”
“I wanted to see if you were faithful to me. Apparently not.”
Diana grabbed me by the head and held the straight razor to my neck.
“Don’t do anything stupid. You have seen how I handle this thing.”
Tina stood before me. “You swine, you’ll pay for this.” She got two cables out
of her pocket and fastened my arms to the chair. Diana took the knife away
from my neck and locked the front door.
Tina seized my balls.
“These pieces of shit. Just one look at a pretty girl, you can’t think
straight anymore. And it’s the fault of these little pieces of shit.”
“Tina, just let me explain.”
“The time for explanations is past. When I’m done with you, you won’t’ have
any more problem with your balls...”
“What are you going to do?” I was slowly becoming panicky. “Untie me now!”
“When I’m finished I’ll untie you, not before. Diana, hand me the razor.”
“No, what’re you doing? Let me out of here!!!”
Diana, still naked, gave Tina the razor. Tina put it against my sack. “Well,
say goodbye to your nuts.”
“No, Tina, don’t. I do love you.”
“You’ll love me all right. And you’ll be forever faithful. I’ll see to that.”
She pulled the knife through my sac until it was lying cut off in her hand. I
screamed with pain.
“That wasn’t half bad. The harder part is yet to come.”
“What are you going to do? Let me loose!”
“You always said that I gave a heavenly blow job. So, I’m giving you one last
blow job.” She took my soft penis into her mouth and started to suck. She was
really a goddess in this realm. It was so beautiful that I forgot the pain.
She blew me on and on.
I noticed I was getting close to coming. I didn’t know if that was possible
without balls. Just before my orgasm, I felt Tina’s teeth on my dick. She
slowly increased the pressure until it began to hurt. She bit deeper and
deeper. I screamed with pain, but Tina didn’t stop. I felt blood running down
toward my ass. And then it happened. My prick was completely bitten off. Tina
stood up and took my prick out of her mouth. “Actually I wanted to leave your
dick on, but Diana refused to participate unless she could have your dick.”
She gave my dick to Diana. I saw now that Diana was totally excited. She was
dripping from her pussy.
The last thing I saw was Diana putting my dick into her mouth and chewing. She
chewed on it for a while and then swallowed it.
Then I woke up in the hospital. Tina was sitting on my bed.
“I brought your mail. Perhaps that will cheer you up some.”
By Trapjaw2003, translation by memberno.
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I am a retired doctor who once worked for Aramco (The Arab-American
Oil Company) from 1947 to 1954, with a one year break for service
in the Korean Conflict: 1949-1950.
As part of my duties, one day a month I was to visit the palace of
the local potentate. The first visit was devoted to examining his
family. The next month I gave routine exams to his servants,
including two middle-aged, black males complaining of urinary track
problems. Upon examination I discovered, to my horror, that their
genitals were completely severed. The wounds were very old, and
there was much secondary damage, apparently due to post-operative
infection. I explained to my host that the problems with
incontinence were the product of the crude procedure and that I
could do little to help them except to prescribe antibiotics when
infections re-appeared. I made the mistake of lecturing the Prince
on the backwardness of this tradition. I advised him in no-
uncertain terms about the need to avoid such crude attempts to
alter the human body, and about the advantages of western medicine.
The next month, after a short day examining members of his extended
family, One of his servants presented me with two black boys about
ten years old. He told me that the boys were destined to the same
fate as the two men I examined the last month. The Prince was moved
by my discussion with him at that time, and wished that I would do
the procedure using the sound, humane methods I had promoted to him
at that time! My company was in the midst of protracted talks with
the Prince and his family aimed at extending our presence in the
country, and I certainly did not wish that the poor wretches would
be subject to the traditional methods, so I agreed to conduct the
procedure.
After that, I was occasionally asked to perform the operation on
other boys. I did so a total of seven times before being recalled
to active military service in 1949. I inquired as to the origin of
these children, and was told that they were sold by their families
to pay for the pilgrimage to Mecca. The parents had full knowledge
of the fate which awaited their children, it seemed to be a special
honor in their faith to be so mutilated and to guard the holy sites
of Mecca.
I returned to the company in the Fall of 1950, and soon after that
time I was presented with three light-skinned boys destined for the
procedure. The servant told me that these orphans from North Africa
were the product of Arab women and German or British soldiers
during the Second World War. One had some Arab characteristics, but
the other two could easily pass as an American or European. None,
however, could speak much English and chatted with each other in
Arabic. I objected strongly to emasculating these boys. The Prince
persuaded me to quiz the children themselves on their wishes.
Although they appeared to be white, they were under the complete
sway of the local faith and even encouraged me to proceed with the
operation. They evwen had a rudimentary understanding of its
effects (although I can't believe that boys of that age can have a
true understanding of the sacrifice involved). The heads of these
children were filled with dreams of honored service in the shrines
of Mecca. The director of the company, along with the Prince,
persuaded me that conducting the procedure would be best for all
concerned, so I reluctantly did so. But I insisted that it would be
the last time.
The company was nationalized several years later. I made
substantial sums of money during those years, but continue to feel
some guilt over participating in the operations. My only solace is
that the children were much better off having the procedure
conducted professionally with anesthesia, rather than by the
traditional means. I know that other Aramco doctors also agreed to
conduct these operations as a "favor" to our hosts.
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A Roman Punishment (last part) | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, torture | Captain Martinus completes the punishment of Licu, by slowly and painfully castratig him. The governor then turns his sexually/sadistic attention to Martinus. | A Roman Punishment…part 3 and last.
Licus gave little resistance when two of Martinus’ men released his bonds and
started him walking toward the pillory. The testicle beating he just endured
took all the steam out of him and he had resigned himself to his fate. They
lashed his arms to the frame and tied his ankles far apart. His legs were
spread wide and his manhood quivered in fear. He bucked and jerked in agony
when they pierced his right wrist with the first spike. He screamed and cried,
threatening to kill the men doing this to him. But they only spiked his other
wrist, high above his head, like the right one. So he could not defend himself
or even struggle very much. The spikes into his ankles were even worse. He
finished screaming several minutes after they were done, and the yard went
silent for a while. The only sounds were his heavy gasps for air.
Martinus walked over to him, standing eye to eye. Because his legs were spread
so, Licus’ feet did not touch the ground and almost all his weight was held up
by his arms.
“Licus you dog, you will suffer as much as I can devise. For I will suffer too
at the Governor’s hand, for what you have done. Corporal, bring me the tools.”
Martinus reached into the tool box and pulled out a raw hide cord of about 3
feet. He tied a loop in one end making a slip knot, and grasping Licus’
scrotum, tied it around his testicles. Again going to the tool box he
retrieved a good sized lead weight and tied it to the other end of the cord.
This he let down slowly, pulling his testicles downward, until it stopped
inches from the ground. Licus let out a low groan as the weight pulled his
throbbing and swollen testicles downward, stretching his scrotum to its
maximum extension. Six to eight inches from his groin. The scrotum started to
turn a deeper shade of purple as the raw hide creaked. The scrotal skin was
pulled very thin and the veins in it stood out. Each of the twin orbs
protruding more each minute that passed. You could almost see each separate
ball inside the sack. They actually looked quite beautiful, compressed like
that, side by side. A perfect oval pair of pleasure eggs. Looking at them made
Martinus’ own penis grow rock hard.
Licus’ face contorted in grimaces as the pain pulled on him. The sweat ran
down his chest and his round firm backside, splattering on the ground.
Everyone in the yard was still, watching the slow castration of the prisoner.
Watching the cord and weight do its job on his genitals. Watching as his penis
grew too. Finally getting fully erect as the throbbing agony of his unmanning
turned into a tingling sensation that mixed pleasure and pain. Most of the men
got hard and some began to squirt in their pants.
Licus grew almost delirious with the pure sensation of his testicles in agony.
His head rolled and his eyes fluttered back in his head. He thrust his hips up
and forward, trying to fuck the air. This caused the weight to pull harder,
further paining his testicles. His penis flopped up and down. It had reached
its full hardness and erection. It extended out a full 8 inches. Its skin
taught around its veined shaft of man muscle. He jerked upwards once. The
weight yanked up and down with a snap that put an end to his air fucking. He
squealed in agony.
“It is time to speed things up a bit, Licus. After all we are here to witness
a castration.” With that Martinus drew two last items out of the tool box. Six
inch long, barbed steel spikes.
As the spikes got closer to his manhood, Licus begged Martinus. “Oh please do
not put those into me. Pleeee..AAIIIEE!” He couldn’t finish his sentence as
Martinus inserted the first spike into his left nut. He kept right on
screaming as Martinus did the right ball after that.
The immediate effect of the spikes into Licus’ nuts was of course, agony
producing, but the lingering effect was orgasmic. Licus started to cum. In a
violent and jerking manner. His cock spurted long ropes of manjuice and the
cord and weight jerked up and down. Even more violently than prior. His
wounded scrotum began to rip with each jerk and his testicles came out of the
sack. Actually popping out one by one. The cord slid down over the empty
scrotum and tightened around the cords that held his testicles on. They hung
there, suspended for a moment in time. Each separate ball, hanging with a
steel spike in it. Finally as he stopped pumping juice, Martinus reached down
and pulled hard on the weight. Licus balls came loose and smacked the ground
between his legs. He let out a deep long grunt not so much of pain, but more
pure sensation, and realization that he was no longer a man.
The Governor called out. “Now it is time for you to come into my house,
Martinus, for your own trial. One on one.”
The governor had witnessed all of Matinus’ unmanning of Licus. He liked what
he saw and realized that a talent for man torture that Martinus possessed was
motivated by his own testicles. He should keep them, for he would be useful
and entertaining.
He would use the wooden paddle on Martinus’ genitals. A long and hard beating
that would take him within an inch of being gelded, but not quite. An intense
experience, lasting hours, that would change Martinus forever. He would be
made to cum, from the beating, three times. His testicles would grow numb
after it all. He would heal after a month or two and his testicles would again
produce manjuice.
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Neurological Castration | WARNING, PENECTOMY, MINOR | Pediatrician develops a practice of radically circumcising boys in accordance with parent’s wishes that "men aren't supposed to have a penis until they are married." | Our minister takes me aside after service while back, and asks for my advice.
There's a young man who's been caught masturbating in class, in the school
bathroom, at the beach, and during the church Service. Isn't there something I
could do medically? I suggest that William and his Mom come to my office for
consultation.
So, there they sit. I heard that William, 13, had just recently discovered the
orgasm potential of his penis. Uncircumcised, he found stimulation
"excessive," according to Mrs. Spiller, William's Mom. His hands were in his
pockets often, stroking. He also knew the wrath of his parents, principal, and
especially the minister. He said knew he needed help.
William's Mom, signed the consent form, specifying circumcision and
frenectomy. She wanted William's circ to be tight and "clean." I was to
amputate as much of his erogenous tissue as possible. I was ingenious to that
end.
Like most doctors, I use the gomco clamp. It’s known to give the look parents
seem to want. Tight, and just a little mucosa left. Because it’s tight, the
frenulum is made taunt, and is often therefore excised. So far, so good, but
my secret involves chilling the penis, so it gets really tiny. I can apply the
very smallest bell to cover the glans for the gomco to clamp. This small bell
enables me to place the circumcision scar just 1/8-inch below the corona.
William follows me into the procedure room, and lies on the operating table.
He’s like an automaton. I give him a general, and start by picking out a gomco
setup designed for neonates. Way too small normally for an 13-year-old penis,
but 15 minutes of ice and it fit, barely. Clamped, trimmed, and freed of the
bell, William’s penis was bowed by his now tight frenulum. Snip, snip and
trim. All clean, with no frenulum or delta. Nice look.
I explain to William that he’ll have a hard time reaching orgasm, and bound to
use lube to be able to masturbate. But now he’s like lots of the men in
America:
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His mother explains that now he’ll have to wait for marriage to have a penis.
I pity that woman, thinking of William frantically pounding away.
Word gets around among the regional minister crowd. I guess the Orange County
liberal "no routine circumcision movement" is bust. A stream of kids coming in
because "Dr. Hawkins gets results." So, now I’m mutilating an average of 7
boys a day. At $375 a pop, takes 20 minutes max.
Nationally, 20 of 75 boys on average, or more than 1000 neonates daily in
America; think, there's a neurological castration going on right this minute.
What a racket.
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The God Jainus | TESTICLES, MINOR | The government uses the God Jainus to execute a program of reversible eunuchization in the far future. Feel free to use this story's concepts, including the scrotal lock and phallal plate in your own stories. | Jainus
The street was quiet on this early summer day. It was a holiday today, no
school. Some kids were playing on the street - others hadn't even gotten up
yet. That is when the van started down the street. The van had the mark of the
God Jainus - the government's symbol of the program.
Perhaps some explanation of the significance of Jainus and to this tale. Many
years ago we had use of a device known as a Stargate. It could be used to
travel to distant planets. There was an agressive symbiotic species that ruled
over man - their slaves. This one particular God known only as the 'System
Lord Jainus' had this propensity for castrating all dissenters before
executing them. Long after we defeated Jainus and her confederates our planet
fell into chaos. A new dark age started and lasted for a thousand years. Our
society rose up out of that chaos.
Inheriting from our ancestors their pantheon of gods, the government uses them
for different purposes. This is the story of Jainus.
As the van approached a few young boys, they noticed it and started running.
They didn't get very far though as a stunning force knocked them out. The boys
knew better than to shout out a warning to others - it would be worst for
themselves.
Troops from the van started to go from house to house rounding up all of the
boys upto a cetain age. Within half an hour they had close to 100 boys sitting
in a makeshift cage.
"Boys of Milkshafer Street, you have been selected by the God Jainus to be
inducted into The Program" a commander announced.
One of the boys in the cage blurted out "But I am not from this street."
The commander annoyed replied, "You only had to be here to be chosen for this
honour."
With that the process was to start, "Everybody is to now remove their clothing
and lay it down on the ground." Then the boys started to comply - slowly.
The boys obviously felt a measure of shame. Showing the penis in public is
obscene, showing the ass is completely normal. It is actually common for men
and boys to wear clothing that hides the penis but shows their ass completely.
One by one the boys were taken to a special area inside the van. All of the
boys, who went in, had a huge erection. The first thing done was a spray on
their private area to remove any hair. With quick action a device was attached
to the base of their testicles - the scrotal lock.
The scrotal lock is castration without removal of testicles. The device works
such that testicles still produce sperm, and testosterone but none of that
leaves through the lock intact. So the boys are eunuchs, but not in the true
sense of the word.
A device is implanted in their prostates to assist in the conversion. The
penis is then covered with a phallal plate preventing their personal use of
the penis. The plate has a hole from which the hole in the end of the penis is
directed towards with some plumbing.
One side effect the eunuchs have to face is the increase in semen production.
They are still completely sterile, but some growth factors have yet had to
deal with. The penis also grows, but beyond that they are the typical eunuch.
Every hour the device in their prostate causes an immediate ejaculation to rid
it of the excess semen produced. Waves of pleasure go through the eunuch's
mind as it happens.
After all of the eunuchs are released they are informed that they are not to
wear any other clothing but shoes and hat. They must be identifiable. If they
are deemed viable breeders when they are older from school then they are
released frorm their bondage and start having sex.
Those that are deemed unviable are immediately clipped by their locks.
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2007 Part 3 | STRAIGHT | Background: over 99 % of the world population dies in a nuclear comedy of errors, Pakistan nukes India a preprogrammed Indian rocket takes out Beijing, China nukes Russia. With no leadership left, the Majors and Captains fire off the remaining warheads. Only a few settlements in the Arctic and South Pole suvive. | ` The girls thought a little ritual would give more meaning to our lives. They
planned a party to welcome the 2 Danish boys and their sister into the fold. A
special chair was made for the ceremony. The group formed a circle around the
chair, the 3 to be welcomed were kept in an other room. The boys mother sat in
the chair naked, her pubic hair had been shaved. All the group were naked
except for a head band of distintive colour to mark their breeding group. `
The 3 were brought into the circle, the ladies that were to form the younger
boys group took him to his mother and slipped his stiff member into her,they
moved him forward and back, 1 stroke and then one his group of girls took the
mother place and he filled her with his seed. The girls all gathered around
hugging and kissing him. The this older brother received the same treatment.
Their sister took her place in the chair, as she was to be mine, I came
forward and kissed her on the lips, then bent and kissed her freshly shaved
mons. I tickled her clit till she was gasping for breath, just as she came, I
took her cherry with a special gold dildo.
( to be continued )
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We need a pair of balls | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Jim wanted to take part in group sex with the office dykes. He got what he wanted, but much more besides.. | ` Jim always wanted to fuck a bunch of dykes at the same time. There were 3 of
them at the place where he worked. He once confided in a straight woman friend
that he'd like to fuck one of the dykes. He was surprised that the word got
out. One day, Maeve, one of the dykes, came up to Jim and said, " Tracey, Lina
and I" (that was all of the dykes) "want to have a sex session in the disabled
loo after hours. But we need a set of balls....it's no fun otherwise. Will you
be there?" "Oh yes!!" Jim said.`
After hours, Jim was there. The three women trooped in, Maeve and Lina very
butch looking while Tracey had longe blonde hair and big round tits, not
looking dykey at all. They all stripped off. Jim took off his clothes too,
revealing a foot long, 1 1/2 inch cock with balls the size of passion fruit.
"Like kinky stuff?" asked Tracey. "Yes, " said Jim. "Good, then we'll tie you
up!!" said Tracey. They swiftly tied Jim to one of the toilets.
Jim sat theere in anticipation, spunk filling his balls. "Who's going to shave
him?" asked tracey. "I will," said maeve. "Shave?" asked Jim, confused. "Yes,
shave," said Maeve. "Just because we're going to castrate you doesn't mean
we'd want to infect you."
"C-c-c-castrate me?? W-w-w-why??"asked Jim. Maeve shoved Jim's shitty pants
into his mouth to gag him before replying."Tracey went through a very bad
marriage before coming out," she replied. "She can't really let herself go
whenhaving sex with women. So we decided to arrange for her to cut off a man's
balls. It's very therapeutic..I've done it and so has Lina".
Jim could do nothing as Maeve took a straight razor from her dungarees pocket.
Without water, she carefully shaved Jim. Then she passed the razor to Tracey.
With her huge clit throbbing like a penis, Tracey approached Jim. "Prepare to
be a eunuch!!" she said. She then cut his scrotum open along the centre line,
and pulled his testicles out , leaving them hanging. All 3 women were on the
cusp of orgasm. Tracey pulled the balls taut and with a swift slash, castrated
Jim. Maeve fell on top of Lina and fucked her thoroughly. Tracey shoved the
severed balls into her cunt and came repeaterdly.
Maeve patched up Jim. The women kept his balls in formaldehyde. Jim wasordered
to eat each of them in turn, and did so. He then had to eat them
afterwards,whenever they asked,. If he refused, they would displa his severed
balls to all his colleagues, thus exposing his eunuch status. And they just
MIGHT take his cock as well.
Two moths later, and Jim had totally adjusted to his new status.His huge cock
had shrivelled to the size of a frankfurter, and he had no more erections. The
women would order him to eat them, and occasionally they would rape him up the
arse with strap on dildos.
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Her steel | PENECTOMY | Who was the beautiful woman and the man who gave her his cock? | Her body looked fantastic, she was in her early 30’s, with long legs, white
lace panties and a white lace bra holding perfect breasts with beautiful
looking skin. The steel meat cleaver shone in the light, glinting on its razor
sharp cutting edge.
He was a muscular man in his early 40’s but still with a very good body. He
walked into the room naked, with his erection sticking out before him. She
looked into his face and he looked down at his penis, back at her and nodded
his acceptance.
He walked over to the wooden bench and rested his penis onto it, pushing his
pelvis up to the bench to get of much as it on there as possible. The penis
was long, thick and veiny and the skin was a strong flesh colour.
She stepped forward and rested her hand on his penis for a second. Then she
stood side onto him and raised the cleaver. She looked amazing with the
cleaver raised above her head, her long legs pleasantly muscular and her
breasts slightly pushed together by her raised arm. He stood with his legs
apart and fists clenched by his side.
She brought the cleaver down with no emotion and severed his penis at the
base, with the cleaver thudding into the wood. He staggered back slightly,
feet still apart, hands still clenched, with every vein in his body standing
out and his muscles taught; he flushed red in the face, looking down at his
cum spurting from the short stub where his penis had been.
She put her hand on the penis on the bench and rolled it back and forwards as
she masturbated.
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Fishin’ | GAY, NULLIFICATION, Furry Antrhomorphic... | Charn that wicked Tiger goes looking for a bit of sea food... | “Hey there handsome.” The big Tiger greeted the stallion as he trotted down
the pier.
“Hey stripy…” “What’s up?” The sleek young equine asked as he strolled up to
the big pred.
“Oh nothing much… just been fishin’” The big smiling feline explained pointing
to his deep sea rod and reel.
“Fishing… well that’s always fun.” The Horse said pleasantly… thinking the
Tiger must be nuts. “Did ya catch anything?”
“No… nothing yet.” The sleek handsome feline admitted. “I think I maybe using
the wrong kind of bait…”
“Oh?” The stud asked only half interested, he’d spotted a couple of flesh
muzzles on the nude beach!
“Ya… need a bigger worm I think.” The Tiger purred as he watched the
stallion’s trouser snake drop down excitedly.
“Hmmmmm maybe the hooks to big for the fish.” The distracted stud grunted as
he watched the handsome young furs down the beach.
“Oh, I’m ont going after trout here.” Charn assured reeling his line in and
unhooking the rather small junk from it looking frustrated. “Too bad I don’t
have a foot long worm… that’d be perfect.” The Tiger purred again as he
watched the horses long black cock swinging between his thighs.
“Foot long worms!” “Hahaha… I got yer foot long worm!” “Right here!” He jokes
playfully clutching at his trouser snake tauntingly.
Twenty minutes later, the Tiger is carefully threading his big fishing hook
through the long dissevered cock! The horse draped over a old barrel, tail
hole gaping; with the Tiger’s seed running down his inner thighs. “You’re
right… this is a much better worm!” Charn smirks as he tosses the lengthy
‘worm’ into the rushing water, picking up his pole eagerly…
“Ohoooooo fuck…” The cockless stallion moans weak and submissively his eyes
rolling back in his head. Charn smirks thinking about the young fox’s on the
beach that would be getting molested by the horny stallion.
As the tide rushed out it quickly carried his bait into deep waters. The big
organ bloated with blood and powerful sexual hormones. Leaving a ever widening
scent trail in the oceans restless currents. The smooth sleek grayish white
hide of the big predator gleamed under the churning surf! As the massive
grinning anthromorphic shark swam powerfully through the riptide currents. The
scent so masculine and powerful it sweetness it had the big predator
entranced! That big naked organ bouncing and floated in the swirling waters,
as the sleek deadly predator circled. The Shark nuzzles at that big black cock
with his blue and white muzzle! The blood in the water driving his good sense
away with frenzy! Those rows of dagger like teeth part, just enough for that
huge tool to slither between them! As the big predators sleek powerful body
darts forwards gobbling that might organ up! Double rows of serrated razor
sharp teeth sheared smooth and clean, as that rubbery head twisted right and
then left. Then the big predator was swimming smoothly away, savoring the
plunder in his maw!
When suddenly he’s brought up short, his head twisted as the big hook sets in
his jaw! Now the fight is on as the big Shark reacts instinctively, jerking
his head back and forth and trying desperately to swim away! Even as the
stainless steel hook digs deeper in his flesh and the metal lead of the
fishing line holds him fast! As the resistance slowly released letting him
swim deeper… But it was taking all his might… and as he began to tire and his
strokes weakened… He was pulled slowly and relentlessly back and up… The big
Shark quickly tried a new tactic, twisting and turning swim in circles instead
of down. But the pull was constant, and even as he work and turned growing
more and more exhausted. The line pulled him closer and closer; he hardly
realized he was losing ground at first. But as his strength ebbed he saw the
shallow bottom and the bulk of the piers! Then suddenly his big sleek body was
hoisted from the water, the air light and crisp. Burned like fire in his
gills, as they worked back and forth. He kicked and struggled to get back to
the oceans cool waters.
But in this thin atmosphere his webbed hands and feet were useless. Slowly his
mighty body was lifted helplessly over the piers railing. And a big smiling
black and orange striped muzzle was smiling down at him! The Shark had seen
many land creatures swimming in his watery world over the years. But he’d
never seen one like this, and although he’d never seen a Tiger. The great
white knew at once this was a predator, as surely as he was! His body was
dropped in ceremoniously downed in to the rough wooden boards. Where it
floundered for a long moment as the Shark peered around wildly. His world
spinning as he overdosed on oxygen farther added to his helplessness. “You’ve
been poaching prey from my hunting grounds!” The Tiger purred, his voice
sounding strange and deep in the thin atmosphere. Even as those hot paws slid
down his cool white belly, stroking and fondling the maleness there. Teasing
out the Anthromorphic Sharks long hefty male organ the over exposure of oxygen
helping. As those smooth leather paws tease that big organ to full extension.
“That’s not wise… even if they were visiting yours!” The big Tiger purred as
he dropped his mouth onto the Sharks long cock. The heat of that mouth stunned
the Shark… he’d never felt its like! The nerves tingling with pain as that
burning maw swallowed his whole length! The Tigers big deadly maw, with its
mandibles of death, suckling him quickly and powerfully. Even as those big
smooth paws kneaded and gripped his smooth rubbery belly. Locating the pouches
that held his semen, the Shark wide jaws shot open wide. As his sexual organs
tingled and quickly reacted to the Tigers stimulation! A strangely high pitch
squeal escaped him as needle like claws dug those organs out. Cutting them
free of his rubbery flesh as that searing hot maw slid all the way down his
organ. Those soft furry lips kissing the slit it was emerging from, pushing
them apart. As the suckling pulled it out farther than it had ever been. Then
those powerful jaws snapped closed, there was a ‘Crunch’ of shattering
cartilage. The wheezing gasping Shark squealed once again as his big male
organ vanished forever. The world was a blurry confusing mess, for the big
predator of the sea. And then suddenly… startlingly the sweet salty waters of
his home washed over him! Without a moments hesitation the big predator swam
for deep water!
Gathering up his gear Charn licked his lip’s happily… he just loved seafood!
As he walked back down the pier a fellow fisherman was heading out onto it.
“Have any luck catching anything?” The smiling otter asked.
“Caught my dinner!” The Tiger answered smiling. “One big boi… but I had my
fill, and believe in catch and release!”
“Amen brother!” The Otter grunted.
FIN
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A Wife's Prerogative | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | When Robert cheated on his wife he should have known what she woulddo. After all, she had told him often enough! | ` A wife’s prerogative `
By Rosemary - a story for my husband, lest he ever dare cheat on me…..
Magda had always been intrigued by her fascination with castration. Even from
a relatively early age in her native town of Maple Downs in the English county
of Leicester, any accounts of men being emasculated would instantly seize her
attention. She was not what you would call a beautiful girl. But she counted
herself as attractive if a little diminutive in manner and appearance. At
school, her light brown hair, small dark eyes and a penchant to stare when she
wasn’t wearing her glasses contributed towards her nick-name of ‘mouse’.
At University she once chaired a debate on whether rapists should have the
option of castration in return for reduced prison sentences. Such a subject,
at the time, was considered rather risqué, but vogue. The ‘fors’ won, the
conclusion being that all sex offenders should have the option of surgical
castration as a part of their rehabilitation treatment.
By her mid twenties she was subscribing articles to various magazines on the
subject, though usually under a pseudonym. And she actually met her husband
through an internet chat line, whilst discussing the various health merits of
castration. It had become apparent to her that men fell into three categories.
There were those that found castration of little interest - merely a
mutilation. Then, there were those for whom castration was a thing of horror -
the renown Freudian castration complex. And finally, those that found the
subject a stimulant. Robert, her husband, was in the later category, and on
their first date they spent much of the evening discussing all the various
facets of the topic. During courtship and subsequent marriage their sex life
was enthused by imaginative games in which Robert would be threatened with
castration if he did not comply with Magda’s commands. It was quickly evident
to Magda that Robert was also aroused by fantasies of female domination.
Fleetingly, Magda had relished the dark thought of actually castrating Robert,
but held no illusions that such an act would realistically put an end to their
sex life.
After three years their marriage began to go stale, with the inevitable onset
of creeping indifference. It was about the same time that she had also begun
to develop a very close friendship with a woman at her office. Salacious
thoughts of them frolicking naked together gave her cause to question her very
sexual orientation. Then, one weary, sullen late November day a well-wisher
discretely let it slip that Robert was having an affair, and revealed with
whom. Magda’s first reaction was rage and an overwhelming urge to confront
him. But Robert was away on a conference in London, and it was several days
before he returned home. By then, she had cooled down a tad, and decided on a
very different plan of retribution.
On the Friday night he was due to return she donned suspenders, black
stockings and a short leather skirt that guaranteed a flash of white flesh
each time she bent over. She selected a low necked halter top, together with a
bra that boosted her cleavage to Dolly Parton proportions.
Robert’s tongue ran across his lips when his wife confronted him at the door.
Her mode of dress was their signal that ‘games’ were to commence. After a week
of abstinence in London, he didn’t even bother to unpack.
“Take off all your clothes Robert.” She demanded, feet astride, hands on hips.
“Yes, Magda.” He whispered obediently. He slipped off his jacket, tie, shirt,
shoes socks, and trousers. He gently eased his blue cotton briefs down and
stood before her, uncovered.
“Have you been good while you were away?” Magda asked in his ear. She circled
him and he caught the heady scent of Faberge.
“I, did drink a little too much.” He admitted diffidently, his chin dropping
to his chest.
“No naughty ladies I hope?” She cooed menacingly in a low voice.
“Oh no, I daren’t.” He muttered. “I’d… be afraid of your punishment.”
“Ah, and what would I do?” She asked, wandering over to slump into a plush
burgundy leather armchair. Facing him, her fingers drummed on the arms.
“You…. er, you… “ He started.
“Well?” She barked.
“You’d neuter me.” He said finally, seeing Magda frown at his hardening
erection.
“Oh yes, my dear Robert. I’d certainly castrate you.” She smiled without
humour. She’d opened her legs and he could see up to the dark vee in between.
Black lace panties, he observed, longing to drop to his knees and push his
face between those lovely soft white thighs. She stood abruptly, saying
harshly. “But I think for now a little punishment would suffice, then I may
let you pleasure me.” She pointed to the folded square oak dining table.
He knew what she wanted and he bent over the table face down. His head
protruded over one side and his buttocks over the other. She tied his hands to
the far ends, splaying him out. Then forced his legs wide, securing his ankles
to the opposing table legs. He was helpless. His erection was still rock hard
in expectation and his testicles hung vulnerably between his thighs.
Magda, cupped his testicles, kneading them gently. Unseen by Robert she
switched on a tape recorder. She reached beneath him and stroked his hardened
penis. He whimpered in ecstasy.
“Now Robert, tell me….” She said, suddenly assuming a quiet and somewhat timid
manner. “Would you like me to castrate you? So you could become my gelding?”
Insensitive to the unusual reticence in her voice, Robert gasped. “Oh God, yes
Magda.” His excitement fuelled his accelerating gasps for breath.
“Are you quite sure? Are you?” She asked almost childlike. She moved to stand
in front of him, hands folded across her breasts.
“Please Magda, castrate me.” His heart thumped and his stomach churned with
exhilaration. “With one of those castrators they use on bulls.” He continued.
“Please Magda, I need to be castrated.”
“Why?” She raised her eyebrow.
“I’ve abused you.” He admitted. “I’ve been unkind to you and castration is the
only way I’ll stop. It should be the prerogative of all wives - to castrate
their husbands. It should be part of the marriage vows.”
Their game was nothing new. Normally she’d now ponder, and they’d discuss the
why’s and wherefores of castrating him. Then she’d relent and give him one
more chance. But not today.
She knelt in front of him her face only inches from his.
“Very well Robert.” She said, a slight tremor in her voice. “I will do this
for you. I am so afraid that you’ll punish me if I don’t.” With that she rose
and switched off the recorder. He frowned and strained to see what she was
doing.
Her voice suddenly assumed it’s more usual strident confidence. “Oh, Robert, I
do need some instruction though on how to do it.” She turned and strode across
the room to fling open the door. “I’ve asked Leticia to help me.”
Robert grunted, his eyes widening as a tall medium built woman entered the
room. She had a Mediterranean complexion, Latin, with a Romanesque nose and
thin lips. But what held his gaze most was the ominous implement in her hand.
The almost two foot long steel cutters were familiar. His stomach contracted
and he blinked - it was a castrator. This surely was merely a new development
of their game? But his penis began to droop in doubt.
“Leticia, is going to show me how to geld you Robert.” Magda said simply. “You
see, I know all about your sleazy little affair with Susan”.
Robert went cold. Susan? She knew? He squirmed, moaning…”It was an aberration.
I didn’t mean it to happen. It’s all over now. Honestly..”
Magda laughed coldly. “Leticia has already done three men herself, including
her stupid, ex, husband.” She sidled up to Leticia and Robert was aghast as
their lips met in a long passionate kiss. They broke away and Magda turned to
Robert, “You see, Bob, I have no use for you now… Sexually that is.”
Robert’s eyes bulged and something in her voice told him that she was not
pretending. It was no game. He jerked impotently at his bonds.
Leticia came up to him and cupped his balls in her hand. She squeezed and he
gave a jerk of pain. “No more Susans for you Robert.” She chuckled and handed
the castrator to Magda. “It’s quite simple.” She said and pulled down on his
testicles. “Put the blades there.” She pointed to the base of his scrotum, and
Magda complied, holding the handles well apart.
“Please Magda, don’t….” He wailed.
“Now, now, let’s have a little dignity…” Magda sneered in sarcasm, looking at
the figure prostrated across the table.
“I’ll never do it again….” He cried.
“No Bob, you are quite right about that. You’ll never cheat on me again.”
“Please!”
“I just push these together do I?” Magda asked Leticia, who merely nodded.
“The Police…. You’ll be arrested.” He gasped.
“I have your recording, pleading with me to geld you. Admitting you abused me.
And poor little me, so afraid to do anything else. The court will be very
sympathetic. After all, there have been precedents.” Both women giggled.
Robert felt the cold steel encircle his scrotum and the pressure of the blades
increase.
“You’ll never know how often I’ve wanted to do this to a man.” Magda hissed,
savouring the moment. “You’ll be our plaything and you’ll serve both me and
Leticia with your tongue, when we need you.” Her elation was mounting, her
breath coming in short sharp gasps.
He heard Leticia’s low chuckle and had no doubts that her rule would be severe
indeed. He looked at her with pleading eyes. She seemed almost masculine in a
tanned silk trouser suit, the trousers of which looked as though they had been
sprayed on her muscular, athletic legs. . The smile on her face was
unsympathetic, mocking. Her lips opened and a small pink tongue flicked out
reminding him of a snake.
“Magda…!” Robert’s voice was high pitched with fear.
“You said it was a wife’s prerogative, Robert. I’m merely exercising that
prerogative.” And before he could protest further she clamped the handles shut
and he shrieked in pain. His testicles dropped to the floor.
Magda stepped back to admire her handiwork. Leticia moved behind her and
slipped her hand up the front of Magda’s skirt to explore the dark territory
beneath. Magda’s eyes closed and she dropped the castrator to the floor. She
leaned back against Leticia breathing deeply. The episode had brought both
women to the point of climax.
Finally, Magda opened her eyes to gaze at Robert’s incumbent form. He was now
her gelding and it was time to start his compliance training…..
End
Rosemary - [email protected]
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The plant | TESTICLES, MINOR | A plant makes a meal out of five boys best bits. | ` Jamie’s sixth grade class had just begun summer vacation. Unable to sleep
in, the eleven year old decided to go for a morning swim at the local pond. He
called his friends, they agreed to meet up with him in a few hours. Unable to
wait because of boredom, he set out alone. `
The pond was in dense forest, about 2 miles from his house. He rode his bike
as fast as he could through the narrow trail. The morning mist was still
hanging over the water when he arrived. He removed his clothes, hung them up
on a tree limb along with his towel, and jumped in the cool water.
Tired and cold, Jamie climbed out of the pond. His bike was still there, but
his clothing and towel were missing.
“C’mon guys, give me back my stuff, I’m cold.”
“I’m not kidding, please give me my clothes back.”
He heard a twig snap and ran into the forest after it. In an opening between
two large trees he saw the strangest plant he had ever seen, it was a dark
green bulb, about 3 feet high. As he walked towards it, the plant opened. The
dark green outer leaves laid themselves flat against the ground, in the center
was a tulip-like flower, colored a bright orange, 6 inches in diameter. The
pedals of this flower were about 3 inches high, except for the one farthest
from him, which was nearly 6 inches in length. In the center of this flower
was a tight green bud, about the size of his fist, with a wrist-thick stem
holding it up.
“Cool.”
He walked up to it and squatted down, the inner bud opened, tendrils slipped
out and hung down the sides. Inside of the bud there was a ridge running along
the center , on either side of the ridge there were two thin thorns, that laid
flat against the smooth inner wall.
Jamie was still wet and cold, so he straightened up and began to turn around.
Before he could react, vines came from either side of him and wrapped around
his wrists and ankles. His hands were held behind his back as he was forced to
his knees with the plant between his legs. The tendrils wrapped around the
base of his testicles and pulled them inside of the bud. The bud closed, his
testes were held tightly on either side of the ridge. The thorns turned
upwards, he felt them against the bottom of his scrotum. The top of the bud
tightened around the base of his testicles cutting off circulation. Everything
was still for a few moments.
He testicles ached from lack of blood. The thorns slid up through his scrotum
and imbedded themselves into the center of his testes. He howled out, more
from fear than pain. There was pressure and rhythmic throbbing as the plant
injected something into him. Warmth and a buzzing replaced his discomfort. The
thorns retracted and a cold wetness was felt on the bottom of his scrotum.
It was about 10 o’clock. Jamie cried as the buzzing got worse. Suddenly, the
bud convulsed sharply. Although there was no pain, he felt his testes smash.
He began to dry heave. The bud convulsed again. It then began contracting
wildly, this kept up for about 15 minutes. Once it finished, the top of the
bud loosened. The long pedal, on the flower, slipped under his penis. It slid
from base to tip, wiping something on the underside of him, then went back to
its original place. His member got erect immediately and began ejaculating. A
thick, pink fluid hit the long pedal and ran down into the center of the
flower. He passed out, right after realizing that he was looking at his
emulsified testes.
Jamie woke up to the sound of crying. The afternoon sun had dried him, but he
was still cold. He was lying on has back with his knees in the air. Many
articles of clothing were hanging on nearby branches. Dried ejaculate had
stuck his limp penis to his belly. As he peeled it off a few drops of the pink
ejaculate dripped onto his hand. Jamie went white as he slid his fingers down
it to his scrotum and probed in disbelief, it was empty except for the loose
cords.
Regaining composure, Jamie tried to get up, a vine was around his neck. He
looked as far as his restraints would allow him. His friend Alex was to the
left, unconscious, with a vine around his neck as well. Alex’s penis was still
erect and pumping; pink fluid dripped down the side of his belly. To the right
were William and Kevin. William was restrained around the neck; Kevin, who was
closer to the plant, had vines around his wrists and ankles. Both of them were
pale, and staring at Matt. Directly in front of Jamie was Matt, with the plant
between his legs. The bud was convulsing rapidly and Matt was sobbing. It soon
collected its meal, Matt’s body went limp, and he was dragged next to Alex. A
vine slipped around Matt’s neck, and the others released. Kevin was next.
Kevin’s screams for help were quickly drown out by his sobs as the plant began
with him.
By the time the plant was done with Kevin, Alex was awake. Jamie watched Alex
cry as he took stock of the situation. The plant had just injected William, no
one spoke. The sun was just setting when the plant began to crush William’s
testicles. By now, everyone was awake. They were all watching as William’s
testes were eaten. The plant drug William next to the others. The inner bud
then closed,
and the outer leaves shut. Flashlights shone through the trees. The boys’
parents arrived in time to see the plant slip beneath the soil and let them
free.
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Clitoridectomy Support Group 4 Two years later | clitoridectomy | Three women embrace clitoridectomy | Two years later
I continued to work as a journalist operating out of New York. However I never
forgot my assignment in Egypt. It changed my thoughts about sex and many of my
habits. My editor then offered me the chance to go back and do a follow up two
years later. I was soon on the plane.
The day after I arrived I rang up the support group. A mid west voice
answered, “Can I help you?’
‘I was trying to catch Sue.’
‘She’s not around at the moment. Can one of us help?’
I explained what I was doing and was invited along there and then.
Sal and Marion
I arrived and was met by two American women, both brunettes, one with curly
hair, the other straight. They were about my mid height and invited me in.
This time we had coffee.
Sal, he curly haired one said, ‘Lots has happened in the last two years. There
are more of us now.’
I looked at them both and asked, ‘You’ve both been circumcised?’
‘Oh yes, we did it to each other,’ replied Marion, the straight haired one.
“Was there pressure form your husbands or their families?’
‘Oh no, we’re not married. We just wanted to move beyond fingering ourselves.’
“We’ve worked for over two years. We heard of this group and came along. Sue
took us through the advantages of clitoridectomy and possible disadvantages,
and we decided to do it.’
Sal said, ‘I’ll show how we did it.’
The took me into a side room. There was chair, which folded back. The seat was
moulded for the buttocks. The back was adjustable at any height from 45% to
horizontal. On the supports there were clasps to hold the woman’s biceps and
wrists behind her. From the seat, two upside down L shaped supports could
swing out. The woman’s knees and ankles were tied to these. Marion brought in
a little upright stand with a wheel on top. It was at the height of the seat.
From this extended a wire with a ring at one end and a weight at the other.
There were a series of weights that could be used.
Sal said, ‘I sat here and was tied up thoroughly. Marion parted my labia and
pulled my clitoris out with a clamp that she attached to the wire. On the
other end we put some weights. We let the weights pull it out a bit further.
Marion had to readjust it a couple of times, so the clamp was right at the
base. Below this she put a miniature guillotine. Then Marion applied a
vibrator to the end of my clitoris and waited for me to come. As my back
arched with orgasm, she pulled the latch on the guillotine. My clitoris parted
from my body and stayed in the clamp as the weight dropped to the floor.’
‘Then did you do Marion? Even while you were bleeding?’
‘No,’ smirked Marion, ‘We went together.’
‘How come, if Sal was tied up?’
‘Before I was tied up, I attached this clamp and guillotine attachment to
Marion’s clitoris. It was much bigger than mine and it was easy to get it at
the base. I held the control for it in my hand. As soon as I went, I pressed
the button and Marion’s clitoris and attachment dropped to the floor.
‘Marion didn’t have an orgasm then?’
‘I enjoyed watching Sal come for the last time. That and knowing we were going
together was more than enough, ‘ said Marion.
Sal continued, ‘Marion cleaned me up before releasing me. Then she lay back
and I cleaned her up.’
‘We healed quickly and we are eternally intimate with each other.’
The both showed me their lockets. The other’s clitoris was preserved in each
one.
‘We now offer the service to other women. That is the passive part. I think
we’ve done about a dozen women in the chair. Would you like to try it?’
As I looked on Sue came in.
“I see Sal and Marion have been showing you their handiwork. Since they
arrived, our membership has shot up.’
Sue updated me on the women I had met previously. Ann, Charlotte and Caroline
had all had babies, and the latter two were still regular visitors.
‘What about Christine?’ I had to ask.
“She’s got married. She married the man she originally wanted.’
“But he was already married.’
“She became his second wife. It’s allowed here. His mother died and he married
her a month later. She’s much happier now.’
Elizabeth
At this moment, a tall woman with long hair and a new baby put her head round
the door.
‘With the door closed, I thought there might be some action in here,’ she
said.
‘No, nothing for the last month,’ replied Sal, but we’re encouraging a
newcomer to give it a try.’
‘You could give her a special, just like you gave me,’ responded Elizabeth.
‘What’s a special?’ I asked.
Elizabeth handed the baby to Sue and walked over.
‘I sat in the chair as usual, nicely tied up. But they did not use the pulley.
Sal and Marion used their hands. They massaged my breasts first, getting my
nipples erect and tender. Then they pulled my labia apart, each taking it in
turns to make sure my clitoris was absolutely fully engorged. I felt I was
going to come a few times, but then they would stop and go back to my nipples.
Without me knowing it, one of them had put the guillotine at the base of my
clitoris. They nearly brought me off again. By this time, I was yelling, ‘Just
do it! I can’t take anymore.’
Then I came and at the same instant off came my clitoris. It was my biggest
and last orgasm.
‘Why don’t you try the chair for size. I am sure Sal and Marion won’t do
anything, but see how it feels.’
‘Go on,’ said Sue, ‘No one will do anything you don’t want.’
‘I’m not having my arms tied, just the legs.’
‘That’s fine by us.’
I stripped off. Sue went over to a sink and brought over a bowl of water.
I sat in the chair and allowed my knees and ankles to be tied. I kept the back
at 45 degrees.
“Do you shave every day?’ she asked looking at my bare labia.
‘No, I had myself depilated last year.’
‘It looks good.’ She quickly washed between my legs.
Marion and Sal took one of the L shaped attachments each and pulled them as
far back as they would go. The inside of my legs ached. I felt exposed and
helpless
I thought that was going to be it. But no, Marion came back and parted my
labia. She took my clitoris between thumb and forefinger and rubbed it until
it was erect. I could not stop myself. The others watched fascinated. I could
see Elizabeth’s nipples erect protruding against her dress.
‘Steady on.’ I said.
‘It’s OK, we’re not going all the way,’ replied Marion.
She put a clamp on my clitoris and attached it to the wire and pulley. At the
other end she put a small weight. I could feel it pulling.
Sue smirked, ‘Just stay there for few minutes. I’ll get you a tea.’
I looked down between my legs and could feel the weight pulling my clitoris
from my body. I almost said, ‘Let’s do it.”
Sue came back and I drank a cup of tea as they all waited for me to say
something.
I looked round at them all and said, ‘If I am going to do this, I have
something more spectacular in mind.’
Marion undid the clamp and freed my legs. ‘We can’t wait,’ she said.
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6 years after penectomy | PENECTOMY | Penectomized student has pat time job in brothel. | ` My name is Werner. I am 25, 185 cm, black hair, slim, like travelling,
reading newspaper, listening music. Studying civil engineering. I have lost my
penis at an accident with my motorcycle 6 years ago. The accident happened in
summer. I weared a pair of short slags only, no safety dress, when I made a
short ride with my motorbike in our village. A car hit me and I came below my
bike. My lower body got contact with the chain and foot rests. I can't
remember these things, but police suggested this way. Additional to the direct
injury there occured an infection one day later because of dirt. `
That time I got seriously injured and survived only due to good medical help
in a nearby hospital. The penis could not be rescued however. The shaft with
all erectile tissue had to be amputated due to the infection and strong
damage. It has been removed completed. No erectile tissue is left. The
urethral opening was relocated between scrotum and anus. Only a short piece of
the urethra could be saved by the doctors due to strong damage during
accident. Also the bladder had been injured. The closing muscle does no longer
work well. So I have to go to bathroom often times. All wounds have healed so
far. The testicles are working as hormone producers, so that I have not to
take hormones externally. My sexual drive hase decreased strongly however
after the accident. Erections are no longer possible. Soft massage of my balls
etc. is a wonderful experience for me. I am very shy now.
First time in hospital I had a catheder after the surgeries. But after one
week I had to lern to use my new pee hole. In the beginning it was very
painfull because of wounds. It was difficult to do the job without too much
spray. Nowadays I can handle it quite good. Due to the very back location of
the opening I have to remove my slags for urinating. I have to sit down for
this business of course. Only this way I can pee without spray Nude. I can use
the urinal toilet with special pose only. Practically I use the sitting toilet
where no one can watch me. Because of strongly reduced capacity of my bladder
I have to pee quite often since the accident.
For me the accident was a big change of life. Before that I had been never
thinking about such a handicap.
There are so many problems physically and mental. I was 18 yrs old when it
happened. At that time I was living with a lovely girlfriend. First time she
gave me good support already in hospital and later at home. But after 6 months
she went away with another boy.
I had several injuries, also broken legs. But that is all okay now.
"Downstairs" some organs had been badly hurt. Testicles (contusion), urethra
(rupture, shortened), bladder (rupture) and prostate (removed) got much
damage. Errections are no longer possible, there is nothing left to grow and
get hard. Only in my dreams I can have it, and it happens. Generally my sex
drive has reduced much. I have no more ejaculations. Only from time to time,
mostly at night, some liquid is coming out of my pee hole.
In former times I enjoyed sauna and nude swimming. But nowaday I am shy and
try to avoid to show my genitals to others. The time in hospital when I got a
lot of treatments after the injury was horrible. Many nurses and female
doctors saw me.
I am still a human beeing, even without cock. But education of boys from
childhood on, gives the a feeling of importance of having a (big) penis.
That's why it was a big shock to me.
Now it is 6 years since the accident and I have overcome some shyness.
I try to earn some money to finance my study at university. I found a way
which brings good money without much exaustion.
These days I am working in a brothel about 2 days per week. The customers
shall be attracted by me as a special freek. I am a dickless man for display
there. All my bodyhair is shaved away. I have to stay nude in a closed, empty
cage made of steel bars in the lobby of the place. There is no way to hide for
me.
Everyone can see me there, the men as well as the whores. Many customers are
very curious and come close to the cage and look at me. Especially in the
beginning this was extremely humilating to me. Often times I can observe that
the men get an errection when seeing me. They then can hardly wait to have
girl for their relieve when they watch the empty area above my balls. On the
other hand the girls enjoy that I will never be able to screw them. They are
very kind to me; even sometimes a girl is coming into my cage and tries to
make me horny. That is kind of a show to attract customers. However for me it
is quite frustrating because I can only give her a massage with my fingers and
my tongue. Sometimes I press my crotch against her clit and imagine to
penetrate her vagina. However it is only a dream and everybody can see it.
Another highlight for the guests is when I pee. According to my contract I
have to drink two liters of water per hour and I have to urinate in my cage
into a glass bowl. I have to squat like a girl because my peehole is located
behind my testicles.
Still I am looking for a female, who accepts me as I am.
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If It Don't Work, Why Keep It? | STRAIGHT, clitorectomy | Becky gets tired of never being able to climax, so she has her boyfriend do her a favor | ` Becky was frustated as hell. Every time her and Steve had sex, he always
shot his load but Becky was never even able to come close to having an orgasm.
Even if he licked her for an hour, she could never get off and after a while
it became painful. `
Becky always fantasized about cutting her clit off. The only time she could
even get sexually aroused was thinking about the numerous ways she could
destroy it. One day she was alone at night. She went to the kitchen and got a
large serrated knife. Then she went into the bathroom, stripped and laid down
on the floor. Becky was shaking from nervous excitment as she gently rubbed
the sharp edge over her frigid love button. But she couldn't get up the
courage to actually sever it.
The next day she told Steve what she wanted to do. Steve looked at her like
she was crazy.
"Are you nuts" he said, eyes wide. "I love your clit, licking it, stroking it"
"but I don't get anything out of it." becky replied "Hell I can't even get
myself off. And after a while, it hurts. Please help me" Steve tried to
protest but Becky's mind was set.
That night, Becky had Steve tie her spreadeagle to the bed.
"Now I want you to make sure you cut it all." she demanded "All the way down
to the root" Steve sighed and agreed.
"I still wish you'd change your mind" he said, holding the thick handled
kitchen knife.
Becky laid her head back and pushed her cunt up to him. "Do it now" she
demanded. "With no mercy" Steve relunctantly reached down and pulled her pussy
lips wide apart and put clips on her labia to keep them out of his way. He
then placed the knife blade up against her clit, which seemed to be erect with
excitment, begging him to cut it. He then dug the blade under the base of her
excited member and began to cut roughly. Becky moaned with pleasure. Steve
sawed upward toward the head. Just as he cut thru the nerve, Becky had an
orgasm that shook her entire body. With a final tug, he jerked her clit away
from her body and pressed a cauterizing iron to the hole.
Becky laid on the bed covered with sweat, completely spent from her mind-
blowing orgasm. Steve was strangly excited as he looked at her now bare
pooter. It was a turn on to see the frigid clit gone.
Now Becky and Steve are happier than ever. Becky is relieved that the useless
piece of meat is gone. Strangly enough, she has the best orgasms without it.
Steve misses licking and playing with it but overall is happier than ever with
his now clitless woman.
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Dolpheo Nullified - Revised | BI, NULLIFICATION, Sci-Fi | Note to the eunuch.org reviewers: This is a revision intended to replace the original "Dolpheo". I read that version over multiple times but, Murphey's Law, didn't discover some typos until after it was posted. Also, as you can see, I've slightly changed the title to make it more descriptive. So if you please, I would appreciate it if you took down the original "Dolpheo" and posted this in its place. Thank you!Synopsis: Dolpheo is abducted by human-like aliens, loses his genitalia, and gets laid. A lot. | ` [One more click for the new and improved
story!](http://web.archive.org/web/20080628050832/http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/D/ea_213557dolpheo_.htm)
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KAREN AND FRANK | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Karen got freedom. | Removed for plagiarism:
See this link:
http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/W/ea_82711a_wife_c.htm
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Self Initiation (gay, testicles, young) | Self Initiation
Today is the most important day in my young life. I am to become a member of
an international group of males that is deeply entrenched in business,
politics, and to some extent, religion. This group has been in existence for
several hundred years, and its members are the most influential and powerful
men in the world.
The pretext of this group has always been that if young men are altered early
in life then they can concentrate totally on maintaining this far reaching
enterprise, without the encumbrance of sexual desire. This concept arises from
antiquity where the court eunuchs held riches and power and where even
involved with making war.
Today I am 16 years of age. As such, I am anxious to participate in this
special initiation ritual. Upon healing, I will go to a private school for
advanced, highly specialized training. Following private school, I will attend
University to obtain one or more advanced degrees in the specialty to which I
am assigned. Following my formal education, I will be guaranteed, for life, my
position in this power empire.
My life here began 12 years ago. As a 4 year old waif, I was brought from the
orphanage in a large South American city, where I had been abandoned at birth.
Upon arrival at our compound, I was circumcised, as are all of the boys here.
During my stay, I have received an extensive education and I am fluent in many
languages. Because of my performance I am the highest rated student in my age
group. At most, 6 boys are given this opportunity each year. This year, there
are 5 of us. The initiation I am to undergo is completely voluntary. For many
years I have known that to succeed in this organization I would have to
willingly surrender a portion of my manhood.
A new procedure this year with this organization is that I was asked for a
large quantity of sperm that could be frozen for insemination at a later time.
Thus, if I become a success, my seed can be used to propagate my progeny, even
after I have been modified. For the last month or so, I have been providing
daily specimens to the bank.
For the last 7 evenings, I have been allowed to shared my bed with a variety
of different boys. I was given the option of selecting boys from the age
groups of 13, 14, and 15. Last night I shared my bed for a second time with my
favorite of all of the groups, an ebony skinned 15 year old. His name is Jamal
and he is the lead student in his age group. Since he was most willing, I
spilled my seed into him a number of times during the night. I also allowed
him to penetrate me during our love making. He will undergo this initiation in
one years time. He will also assist in the operation about to be performed.
It is time for my initiation. I am told to remove all of my clothing, save a
narrow white loin cloth around my slender hips. I am walked into the operating
theater. There, the surgeon removes my loin cloth, exposing my genitals. There
are mirrors on the ceiling and walls of this room and I have a good view of my
private parts. The doctor begins by injecting my testicles and scrotum with a
solution that will temporarily block all sensations. As I watch, he draws red
lines on my scrotum; one about 1 inch in length from the base of my penis to
the middle of the sac, another about 1" long at an angle to the left of the
end of the first line, and a third, a mirror image of the second. Basically,
an upside down letter Y is drawn in red on the sac.
I am handed a scalpel, and using the mirrors and the techniques that I have
practiced for several months, I slice open my scrotum along the line from the
base of my penis. A light touch is all that is required since the scalpel is
extremely sharp. With the first opening made, I move the scalpel and slice to
the right, and then to the left.
My friend then takes my penis in his hand and begins to massage it. He has
coated his hands with a massage oil to increase the blood flow to my rod. As I
near my final orgasm, the scrotum begins to shrink, pulling the testicles
tight against my abdomen. As the scrotum shrinks, the testicles are forced
through the incisions I have just made. As I reach orgasm, my friend puts his
lips over my glans to drink of my final flow. The testicles have now pushed
through and are hanging below the fully contracted sac of my scrotum. My
friend releases my penis and I grasp the right ball and pull it gently,
causing the thin tubes attached to it to emerge from within my body. When I
stop there are several feet of spermatic tube laying on the table. I repeat
the process with the left ball.
The surgeon then tightly ties a thin black thread around the tubes to each
ball. He gives me the scalpel and while holding both tubes in my left hand, I
use my right hand to severe both tubes, just below the thread.
It is done. I have just terminated my ability to reproduce. I place the
testicles and tubes into a small stainless bowl for disposal.
The surgeon then places a plastic prostethis into the sac. It is a single
molded piece in the rough shape of two testicles. It is weighted slightly in
one end so it will tend to hang in the proper orientation. He then sutchers
the incisions. In a few weeks, the scars will heal, and to all but the closest
physical examination, it will appear that I have a fully functional set of
balls.
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Al and his Brother Danny | WARNING, TESTICLES, MINOR, [email protected] | A teenage boy and his younger brother leave home and find out life is not better away from home. | ` Chapter one: The beginning `
It seens like a long time ago. Al was 16yo and over to his best friends house,
next door. Greg and him had been friend for a long time, but today was going
to be different. It was raining, the boys where alone in Greg's room. They
were looking at a Playboy. Greg was rubbing his crotch and Al's cock was
getting bigger so both boys were getting hard. soon it would be painful and
they would shed their clothes, stroking thier dick rubbing them until they
shot their cream load all over Greg's bath towel. This was the beginnig of
many rainy afternoons together. Later, they would add Al's younger brother
Danny.
Both Danny and Al were blond blue smooth hot young teenboys. Like a lot of
teenagers, they thought a like about sex. Gym class was a chance to see the
hot bodies of those cute yung boys. Greg , Al and Danny spent a lot of time
jacking off and talking about the hot hung boys in school.However one day life
would change. Al way studying late at the library and had to piss. The
bathroom was in the basement behind the rows of books. Al went to the urnial
to pee. He pulled out his boy cock and was pissing when a big tall black men
took the urnial new to him. The black men was almost a foot taller than Al (
who is only 5 foot 8. He pulled out his huge black cock. Al could only watch,
as the Black men stroked his black cock.
"You like that boy?" the black men said.
Al could only nod.
"Suck it!!" he said.
The black men push Al to his knees and forced Al to suck him off. He took Al's
clothes and fucked him in the middle of the library restroom. It was Al's
first black man and his first fuck.
After that night Al looked for the black men all over but counldn't find him.
He told the two other boys how hot it was. It would have ended there except
for a chat room. Late one night Al was at his computer when he saw a chat room
DomBlkM4subwhtm. he entered the room and just watched. He found black men who
used white boys. Al was so turned on that he almost came in his jeans. Night
after night he watched until one night he said hi to one of the black men. Al
sent the black guy a pic of him and his brother Danny. The Black man was
interested. After a few night he meet more black men across the country. Many
of them promised sex but not until he met MASTER Isaiah was the boy really
interested. The Master promise to take control of him, used him, dominate him,
shave his teenage body bare, and most important sell him like a slave to other
black men. The moment Isaiah said that Al's dick was rock hard. Al wanted to
be used like that. Soon it was all Al could think of. Al talked to Isaiah
almost every night. Al decided to visit Isaiah in Upstate New York just after
thanksgiving. As Al maked plans for the trip Danny to was interested in
visiting Isaiah. One night Danny talked to Isaiah. He told the boy how he
would use him fuck him sell his ass and all his stuff. leaving him tied up and
naked. Danny just like Al was rock hard. They both would leave home and give
themselves to Master Isaiah.
Chapter two: Master Isaiah
The day had arrived, Al and Danny parents were out of town. The boys packed up
Al's car and off they were to Upstate New York. As the trip went on both Al
and Danny got harder and harder. Soon they were crossing Ohio part of
Pennsylania us they entered the city they found the motel which Master Isaiah
was staying. The boys parked the car dressed only in jeans, jocks, tee shirts
and docs just as Master Isaiah had said. No socks no underwear. Both boys
dicks were pushing against the demin, as they opening the door. They dropped
to their knees and be fore Master Isaiah.
"Strip naked now!" he said.
The boys torn off their clothes trying to obey. Now they were naked before
their huge black Master. Over the next hours he used them over and over again.
They sucked his cock, his balls, licked his black ass and were fucked by his
huge black cock. None of they got any sleep. The boys were fuck out when the
alarm rang.
" Time to get going, bitches." He said.
The boy got up and showered with their black owner. It was a real contrast the
big black man and the two white boys. The boys were kept naked and used every
night for a week. When Isaiah was gone on business the boys were tied up to
the two beds spread eagle. A number of times that week Isaiah would bring his
clients to see the boys. He loaned them out to the highest bidder. After a
week of this the boys were loaded into a van and taken to a large warehouse.
In the center was a stage, with all Al's and Danny's stuff, even Al's car. One
by one each item was auctioned off the car, the computer, the stero, all of
Al's and Danny favorite things. One by one gone. Whne they began to auction
off Al and danny's clothes. Al's leather jacker, Danny's favorite sweater. all
gone. Even the underwear! The only thing left was the clothes Al and Danny
were wearing. Master Isaiah was not done. the boys tie shirt were sold right
off their backs, next their docs and then their jeans. Now the only thing left
was their jocks. they were sold too. The boys were left naked in the middle of
the room full of black men. Master Isaiah was not done yet. Now he would sell
their hair all of it. THe highest bidder on each boy would shave the boy bare
from head to toe nothing would be left. Totally hairless. First Al and when
Danny were shaved bare. But Master Isaiah was still not done. Al and Danny
thought what else does he have to sell.
The auctioner took his place as both Al and Danny were brought naked to the
stage their hand tied behind their backs. The auctioner announced that the
boys would be casterated and their balls would be sold. the boys could believe
it. Now everything they own was gone, all their clothes , they were shaved and
now they would lose their nuts too. Master Isaiah smiled in the background and
said, "This is what you wanted boys this is what you'll get your mine now, i
own you balls and all."
The auctioner closed the bidding and the new owner of the boys balls walked up
with a large knife.
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Erlenmeyer Wieners | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | <SPAN style=\"FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: \'Comic Sans MS\'; mso-fareast-font-family: \'Times New Roman\'; mso-bidi-font-family: \'Times New Roman\'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA\">… designer cookware for cocks</SPAN> | ` `
Tanya was toast. You already heard about that. Her cock and balls were semen-
steamed and prepped for their trial separation.
The story was _Auction-Block Chopping-Block Cock_. It wasn’t illustrated, but
let me paint a clearer picture of Tanya and his/her technique.
The nurses in from Montreal spoke French, but the coolest special tool they
brought was invented by some German chemist guy around 1900. Erlenmeyer’s
Flask is every thing you could ask for with an a la carte castration.
It has a wide bottom and tapers up to a very-thin neck. No, it’s not your ex-
husband. It’s made of clear pyrex glass, good for heating things up and good
for heating up the audience watching things heating up, with their see-through
vantage advantage.
After all the surgical tubes and stuff were in place, the bands were set low
for a simultaneous death choke on both Tanya’s testicles and the rest of her
man-sized manhood.
With such big and cute cocks, many shemales keep their genitals – oh, what a
sexy sight when one is up close and personal with a best-of-both-worlds babe.
Cock-alicious Babe-alicious.
But Tanya’s was sold fair and square, a straight deal for a kinky gay guy who
had a fetish thing for phallic fillet. After all, her tits (and a nice
shopping spree at the Eaton Mall Victoria’s Secret) would be paid for by the
delicate deal for her delicacies.
I don’t know if any of the studs were named Erlenmeyer, but whatever and
whoever, there was plenty of semen deposited into the flask for a nice supply
of steam – and such succulent sucked-off steam at that.
Her cock stood bravely during its demise. The nurses proclaimed certification
of dick death after about six hours of banding. It was ready to be prepared
for its new owner.
Bunson was on stage holding a flame under the flask, all on a low table kind
of like those little Japanese ones where you have to sit on your ass while
knives and sushi fly all over the fucking place.
Four black studleys picked Tanya up by legs and feet and placed her cock-down
over the flask hole. Her fuck hole kept oozing cum from the happy partying it
had during the previous six hours, while a fifth black guy guided the cock-
ball combo into the flask. Nice tight fit. Nice view for everyone (and for the
cameras), as I said before.
Slowly the semen began to steam. Tanya screamed, but a quick cock up her mouth
brought the sound of a speechless audience back to normal.
Another two hours. The nurses said this was probably an over-cook, but they
wanted to be sure and there were no good cookbooks yet written for this
process.
During the well-seen seamy steaming, the nurses told how they got their idea
for this new de-cocking method. They learned it in Germany, Erlenmeyer’s
hometown probably.
They were nurses-in-training as they watched to gay lovers for a delightful
dining out by dining off. Things pretty much happened as were happening for
pretty Tanya here, but there in Germany there was a twist, a twist of the
knife as it were.
When the German fags were still steaming, the two lovers sat on ornate
platters as they craved and carved. The fork test showed they were done just
right, and it was really, really kinky to watch their steak knives slice piece
by piece. They shared each other.
The cameras caught that quaint scene where lovers intertwine their arms as the
sip champagne. But their champagne was steaming semen sauce with a little
fresh piss added for flavor. They followed the toast with the same
intertwining romantic pose, but this time their forks served freshly-carved
cock heads.
The nurses couldn’t remember if the German lovers had fed each other the other
guys cock head or if they fed each other their own cock heads. The audience
agreed that either would be fine, a matter of taste, so to speak.
After the stories, Tanya was placed on a platter of her own. The new owner of
his/her genitals slowly carved out his own place in erotic history.
He was a little nervous, so in the film you will see him wearing a mask. But
because of Erlenmeyer and his flask, you’ll get a great view of everything
else.
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_I wish it were an
Erlenmeyer Wiener.
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_That is what I really want it to be.
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_Because, if it were an Erlenmeyer Wiener,
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_everyone would love to come and see…
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_me and my kinkily-cooked cock.
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_I asked the nurses if they ever heard or saw kinky
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_proceedings with female circumcision.
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_They said it was common for a kinky woman to
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_make a nipple-cut-off decision
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_(because, apparently, they fry up pretty good too),
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_but they had only seen one lez orgy scene
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_involving clits collected and cooked a la carte.
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_With their mouths full,
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_the nurses couldn’t tell me much more,
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_but maybe there is another story in store.
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Toy Factory Part 4 - Lord Highett's Request | GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | the doctor continues his work .... | ` Part four `
Lord Highett’s Request
The doctor greeted his client and friend, Lord Highett, in the plush private
consultation room of the doctor’s facility.
Lord Highett, despite his peerage, was not an aristocrat, in fact he was a
self-made multi-millionaire from the 1980s property boom. He was now in his
late 50s and corpulent and podgy.
No one would guess that beneath his slightly smarmy exterior, more used car
salesman than Lord, that a cold and perverse nature lay. One that was able to
buy whatever he wanted for his personal pleasure. And today he intended to
order a another for his collection of young men.
The doctor and the Lord sat down on a couch. A large screen television
flickered to life as the doctor pushed the remote control.
“We have a nice range of boys at the moment. Does His Lordship have a
particular type of boy in mind?” the doctor asked in the tone of voice a suit
salesman might use.
As he spoke the screen showed a jail like series of cells. In each sat a young
man, naked and gagged and handcuffed.
Highett watched intently as each cell in turn was shown.
“I think the blond one, the second one you showed me.” He said as if he were
choosing a tie.
“Excellent choice m’Lord” the doctor smiled.
“I will need adjustments…” Highett said.
The doctor nodded, moving to his computer on the desk behind the couch.
“What did you have mind Lord Highett?” he asked expectantly.
“I want something different, something more than usual. I want him malleable….
mentally deficient and submissive, blind …I like them blind, and no arms to
fight me off……and his teeth should be removed and his jaw fixed open. I have
had to have one of your boys disciplined for trying to bite me!”
The doctor’s cock was rigid in his medical uniform at the thought of working
on such a handsome young man. He enjoyed his work and the pleasure it gave him
in physically changing his victims.
“And how is my other project proceeding?”
The doctor just smiled.
As the men spoke, John sat in his cell, cold and shivering with fear. Why had
these men brought him here? What could they want from him? He had no money,
nothing?
The men who had snatched him off the streets had stripped him and hosed him
down and left him in the cell. There seemed to be others like this but he
could not hear anything from the cells next to his own.
Little did he know of the discussion going on in the room above that was
deciding his fate.
John awoke from his drug induced sleep. Things seemed a little out of focus.
But the room was black. He could see nothing. It could not dawn on him that he
was blinded.
His arms felt light and strange and his groin ached and instinctively moved
his hands to touch his cock and balls.
But something was wrong. He could not feel anything. What he had yet to
realise was he had no arms or hands only their phantom presence, a feeling
often had by amputees.
And he couldn’t seem to close his mouth. This was a very strange feeling.
But his mind could not focus and he could not work out why it was so dark.
He heard a door open but no light entered his dark cell from outside.
“I see you are awake my boy.” The soft voice said coolly. He vaguely
remembered hearing that voice before and he was not sure he liked it.
“The procedures have gone well young man. Shortly you will be leaving us. I
know you are probably feeling a little strange but that will pass.
We have had to take some pretty radical actions with you son. Unfortunately we
have had to remove you arms, they were getting in the way. You have been
gelded because you don’t need genitals any more and probably have noticed you
cannot close your mouth properly. We have also found it necessary to remove
your eyes. I am sorry about that but you new owner desired it.”
John would have reacted if he could have understood what the doctor was
talking about but somehow the words jumbled in his mind. The psycho-surgery
the doctor had performed had seen to that.
The doctor knew from the lack of reaction to this news that the brain surgery
had gone well. He was pleased he would be able to hand the young man over to
Highett. Another successful transformation had been completed.
But he had other projects to worry about including the other one for Lord
Highett.
He left John’s cell and moved to the room at the end of the corridor.
He opened the door and looked across the room to the figure lying on the bed.
This was Lord Highett’s other “project”.
The doctor smiled. Progress had been slow by was approaching conclusion.
To be continued …
Again thank you to all those who have e-mailed me with comments and
suggestions. Your feedback has made writing these stories more than
worthwhile.
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Thecia's Niece Julie | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia\'s niece visits and two young men get too cozy.Fiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s Niece Julie
My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old “Cutter.” I’ve been de-balling men for
a little over seven years and I’ve cut a more than 100 sets.
My home is in a small town near Dallas TX but, because of my engineering job I
spend over six months a year in the NY/NJ area.
The company keeps a nice small rental house for me there.
I was entertaining my 16 year old niece Julie, who was on a visit from
Wisconsin. I made arrangements to take some time off and show her the Jersey
shore and the local summer fun things.
There is a large marina near my part time home and she soon found the “dock”
boys who help tie up the visiting yachts. They were mostly 16 to 18 years old
and generally cute.
Julie had the perfect bikini body, tight butt and perky breasts, with the
flattest stomach you ever saw.
I still had to show up for work once or twice a week and I was at work one
Friday and called her to find out if she wanted to go out to dinner. She
didn’t answer, nor did she answer her cell.
When I got home and still couldn’t find her, I walked the six blocks to the
marina. There were many people around but no sign of Julie. In the far corner
of the yard there was a storage building that looked like a garage. On a whim
I went and opened the back door. My mouth fell open with the sight. Little
innocent Julie was bound on top of a pile of rope, her legs spread and one of
the two dock boys was pounding her with his big dick. With each stroke I saw
his big balls slam against her tight little ass. The other boy, the blond, was
forcing his dick into her mouth.
The blond boy saw me and ran for the other door. I caught him behind the ear
with an aluminum boat hook that I found and he fell to the floor, out cold.
The other kid didn’t seem to notice me and kept slamming his hard dick into
Julie. I walked over, grabbed his balls and twisted as hard as I could. That
got his attention. He screamed and fell to the floor in the fetal position. I
followed, never letting go of my choke hold on his nuts. He tried to turn and
I twisted harder. He fell back down beaten. I found a marlin spike, a sharp
spike used to splice rope and I drove it through his right ball. He screamed
and passed out.
Julie just laid there, dazed. Here little pussy had cum running out of it and
her asshole had a blood cum mixture dripping from it.
I found rope and tied the two boys to the heavy wooden shelving. I took Julie
home, sedated her and let her sleep. There was no need to get a rape kit done,
these kids would never rape again.
Returning to the small storage shed I found the boys exactly where I left
them, both awake now and struggling.
I didn’t have my nutting kit but I found a small hatchet with a very sharp
blade. It would do.
I asked the black haired kid if he liked young pussy and he just put his head
down and looked ashamed. I laid the blade against the top of his sack and
smiled, as usually happens, his dick got hard. I asked him, “How many loads
did you put in my niece?” He mumbled, “Three.” I brought the block of wood
that I found down onto the back of the hatchet as hard as I could. His balls
never moved, they just lay there, skewered by the spike, they were no longer
attached to him.
The blond kid was obviously terrorized, the fear in his face was glowing. I
told him that if he told the truth I would spare his teenage nuts. He told of
meeting Julie in the shed to smoke a joint. The two boys had planed to “get a
little” and they thought they would get away with it. I asked if he got off as
much as his friend did and he said, “Three times.” I laid the blade on his
nutsack as I had his friend and his dick rose on cue. I began to fondle it and
it responded as any young man’s dick would.
I looked at him and said, “Remember my promise to not cut you if you tell the
truth?” He said, “Yes.” I asked, “Did you tell the truth?” He answered, “Yes.”
With very little effort on my part he began to spurt thick rich man juice. I
kept my hand on his rock hard dick and felt it pulse, with large gobs of spunk
running down my hand. I looked him in the face and told him, “I lied,” With
that I brought the block of wood down and his balls rolled across the floor.
He was still spurting, but the rich cum that had been shooting white, went to
pink then to blood red. I almost felt sorry for him, cumming blood like that.
I left them there tied to the shelves as I collected the balls and sacks. I
walked to the creek that abutted the marina and tossed the four balls to the
seagulls. The birds loved them, they even fought over them. I thought to
myself, “Big macho baby makers today, seagull shit tomorrow. “
I went home where Julie and I had a nice lunch of toasted cheese sandwiches
with jersey tomatoes under the cheese and iced tea. Nutting always makes me
hungry.
I was worried that I had gone too far this time. The boys could identify both
Julie and I, but I later learned that the responding cops had found 30,000
dollars worth of cocaine in the shed and believed that the nutting was all
part of a drug war.
Respectfully Submitted
Thecia
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Friends Reunited | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | Chance meeting with old girlfriend leads to more than Adrian anticipated.... | ` It was Friends Reunited that brought us together. I'd seen Janice's name on
there and risked an e-mail. After all, she'd been my girlfriend when we were
teenagers and I'd never stopped thinking about her. `
A drink led to her soon inviting me to share her home in Torquay. She was
divorced and thanjfully childless. I went for an initial 'trying it out'
weekend but it was very evident as soon as I arrived that I'd been set up.
Her entire manner had changed. No longer the warm, affectionate woman I'd seen
at our reunion drink a few weeks earlier. She was cold, flinty-eyed and
domineering. To start with, she referred to me as 'Macrow', as if I was her
dog - or less! My naturally timid nature didn't let me argue though and I
accepted her stern uncompromising assertiveness.
"I'm having a party tonight" she said. "And you'll be serving the drinks". She
only told me the basics, however....One hour before the first ladies arrived
(it was to be an all-lady affair) she told be to strip naked. "That's how
you'll be serving everyone" Janice informed me. "About time they all saw your
pathetic body for what it is - or isn't, rather!"
Humiliating wasn't the word and at midnight came the other surprise. Striking
a gong, Janice asked everybody to be silent and whisked the cloth off
something that was standing on a table at the site. It was a perfect model of
the French guillotine! "Yes, this is a minaturised guillotine" she told
everybody. "In fact, it's a Penis Guillotine. And - like the bigger versions -
it's going to be removing someone's 'head'. Yes, Macrow's cock head!". There
were whoops of joy and clapping at this announcement.
I had to walk up to the table. "Now, do you want to o for a final wee, first?"
she taunted. "It'll be the last time you do, through your complete hosepipe".
I declined and laid my penis head into the curved block. When she was sure I
was positioned correctly, Janice pressed a lever and less than a second later,
my severed mauve cock head was nestling in the miniature straw basket
underneath. Cauterising fluid was applied to my penis, which now was
approximately one inch shorter and flat-ended. "Much better!" she beamed. "But
only the beginning..."
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Gerald | STRAIGHT | Convicts who agree to terms of slavery and castration in lieu of execution | Gearld sat across from the lawyer and listened numbly as the man gave him the
alternatives. "You will go to prison and be locked in a cell twenty-three
hours a day, fed food not fit for animals, and eventually, after your appeals
run out, they will kill you. Pal, we have been through two appeals and I have
shot all my bullets. However, you know the only alternative".
"You are talking having my nuts cut off and being sold as a slave", he stated
with tear filled eyes".
"The procedure is done by a surgeon and you will be set free after five years
of enforced servitude. Now, I hate this; but I have to deliver your decision
on this to the Attorney General for his approval today".
"I consent", he weakly whispered.
"You are saving your life; I hope you know that. Yes, the cost is tremendous
and your term of slavery will be harsh, but it only five years". He nodded and
signed the papers. Jerry didn't sleep well that night and was awakened way
before normal lights on.
"Get up", a guard with a flashlight ordered. He sleepily climbed out of the
bunk and stood up. "Strip". He pulled off his t-shirt and pushed his underwear
down his legs and stood before the man naked.
Another guard arrived with some handcuffs and ankle chains. Gerald was
accoustomed to being in shackles but having a leather collar placed around him
and being naked was different.
"Slaves are naked and in chains! You may as well get used to it! A van is
waiting to take you to the auction center where you will have your nuts cut
off and then sold as a slave".
He was taken downstairs to a underground garage and delivered to a large black
man wearing a kakhi jumpsuit.
"My name is Mister Washington and you are my prisoner; you do what I say and
we will be fine you don't - I will beat your naked ass with the strap". "Yes,
sir", Jerry immediately replied.
He was locked down in the back of a grey van and the journey began.
Once they were out onto the highway Washington spoke. "Look, I know that I
have you back there naked, in chains, and locked down. However, we had a guard
assauted by a slave transportee, just like you, who worked his way out of his
chains. How? We don't know. Well, I am not having that happen today".
"Yes, sir" Gerald replied. "Well, to give me peace of mind about what you are
doing back there; I want to hear those chains that you have on clicking. Open
your legs and get that dick hard! Once you are hard; you used your left hand
to jack off. Now, don't let yourself cum. You do, you get the strap. "Yes,
Sir", he meakly replied as he opened his legs and brought his chained hands
down to his crotch.
A minute or so later he was obeying his orders as he moved his left hand up
and down his now swollen cock. "Do you hear the chains clicking", Washington
asked? "Yes, sir".
It was summer and the cargo compartment of the van where Gerald was chained
was extremely hot and his naked body was already covered in sweat as he
masturbated.
"I timed you that last minute - you are only doing doing thirty strokes a
minute. That needs increased! I have slaves who did fifty without cumming. You
don't get your ass to forty - I will stop this van and strap your ass"
Jerry picked up the pace as he stared down at his now, red and swollen cock.
Minutes later, Washington spoke again, "Good boy"! "Yes, Sir", he breathed.
The van stopped and the sliding door opened and two men freed him from the van
and stood him beside it. "Did the slave behave", one of them asked Washington?
"Yes. However, I want him whipped anyway".
He took a bar with a chain ending in a hook handing from the center and
attached to the hook by his handcuff chains. A tall, blond man approached and
gave him a guick look before taking a hose and wetting his naked body down.
Jerry hung there naked and hard as a rock.
Then it started! The man used a long leather strap attached to a wooden handle
to administer the whipping. The strap lapped over the edge of Jerry's ass on
the first five swats.
He has hosed down again and the man moved to the other side and gave him
another five. Ten more followed - five from each side. Finally, he was let
down. He was in acute pain, but still had his erection.
"Slave for castration"! a loudspeaker sounded.
TO BE CONTINUED........
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MAAM | TESTICLES, MINOR, Warning: Young children | MAAM, Mothers Against Adolescent Masturbation, is a national organization with chapters in most states. The women get together once a month and commiserate with each other about their teenage kids’ vile habits and exchange tuna casserole recipes and such. Men are not welcome at these meetings. | “Men are all bastards,” Mora said, taking a sip from her glass of sacramental
Chablis. “If not for their responsibility to reproduce they all should be
castrated at puberty.” Mora had been married three times and every one of her
exes had cheated on her. Of course, her weighing three hundred pounds and
having a tongue like a viper had nothing to do with their infidelity. “All
adult males should be fitted with chastity devices,” she continued. “And they
should only be released to satisfy their reproductive obligations. Once they
have fathered a couple of kids, hopefully daughters, they should get the
knife.”
“You go girl!” Annie exclaimed. “I feel the same way. I bought a 3000 over the
Internet and make my husband wear it all of the time, except for a couple of
hours a month, of course,” she said with a sly wink. A few more of the ladies
exchanged notes about what sloppy sperm-spewing creatures that their husbands
and sons were, and each offered their personal recommendations about how to
deal with masturbation. Chastity devices seemed to be universally recommended
for men, while punishment, sanctions, and hand restraints at night were
preferred for teenage boys. The most militant advocated castration as the
ultimate cure.
Marlene sat quietly in the corner sipping a Diet Pepsi and took all of this
in. She didn’t hate men; she’d come to the meeting for information. She liked
sex, and since her husband’s death two years ago she considered her Ultra-Vibe
80 to be her best friend, and she certainly didn’t begrudge her three sons
their pursuit of pleasure. She knew, however, that if left to their own
devices the boys would spend too much of their spare time masturbating and she
hoped the support group would help her set reasonable limits to their activity
and also give her some hints about how to openly discuss the subject with the
boys. She had figured out that the meeting was a waste of time and had decided
to leave when another woman spoke up.
“Well, I solved the problem before it even became a problem,” Tina offered.
“How did you do that?” Mora asked.
“All my husband could give me were boys,” Tina explained. “I wanted girls, so
once the bastard ran out on me I turned my boys into girls.”
“Sydney and Leslie? Boys? I don’t believe it.” Annie questioned.
Tina got up and strode to the back door. “Girls, would you come in here a
minute, please?” Tina took he two daughters everywhere with her, and they were
both playing in the back yard while their mother was inside male bashing.
“Yes Mom?” Sydney, the younger girl asked. She looked to be about ten years
old and was dressed, like her sister, in red shorts and a simple pink top that
showed her bare midriff. Both girls had fine features and long blonde hair.
“Would you girls please pull down your panties and show these nice ladies what
you look like?”
“Here, Mom?” The older girl looked around nervously.
“Yes dear. There aren’t any boys or men around, it’s just us women so it’s
okay.” The girls hesitated a few second then simultaneously thumbed down their
shorts, looked at each other for reassurance then pulled down their thin
panties and stood facing the ladies in the room. They both had the slender
hips and thighs of young girls, but each also sported a tiny penis, no more
than two inches long. Neither had any trace of a scrotum. “Thank you, girls,”
Tina said, “You can go back out and play now.”
“How old were they when you, you know, did it?” Mora asked, once the girls had
left the room. She had been nervously squirming in her chair since seeing the
castrated boys, and a small damp stain could now be seen in the crotch of her
tightly stretched jeans.
“Oh, lets see. Sydney had just turned two, so Leslie would have been three.”
“How’d you do it, anyway? Mora pried, refilling her wine glass from the box in
the refrigerator. Her lips had turned bright red, and her face was flushed
with excitement.
“Oh, I just gave them each a shot to put them asleep and cleaned off the
kitchen table. I had just gotten out of nursing school and had a lot of stuff
around the house and was pretty handy with scissors. I just slit their bags
open, tied off their little grapes, and snipped them off. Then I removed their
scrotums and stitched them up nice and neat. They were up and about in no
time. There’s really not much to it if you keep everything nice and clean. I
could probably teach anyone how in an hour or so.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that sometime or other, maybe in a couple of
years when they dress down for PE for example, that someone might notice that
they’re somehow a little different from the other girls?” Marlene asked,
somewhat sarcastically.
“Oh that won’t be a problem,” Tina said. “Their father is quite well off now,
and he has agreed to pay for the necessary surgery to complete their
transformation.”
“You mean he knows about it?” Marlene was incredulous.
“Oh sure,” Tina said, “I even gave him the option. He could have them and they
could remain boys, or he could let me keep them and I could do as I pleased.
Of course, I also threatened him with castration if he didn’t let me do it to
the boys. That scared him so badly that he never even asked to see his kids.”
Marlene had heard enough; she left the room, got in her car, and drove
directly home. She was a lawyer and technically an officer of the court, but
she honestly didn’t know if a law had been broken. Even if a criminal act had
been committed, the children believed that they were girls and were apparently
happy. She was absolutely sure, however, that Tina and Mora were both
extremely sick bitches and she vowed to have nothing more to do with them or
their group.
“Hey guys, come in here a minute,” she called out the back door to the three
shirtless teenagers who’d been lounging around the pool.
“What’s up, Mom?” Brett asked, striding into the kitchen with his two brothers
in trail.
“Just stand there,” Marlene said. “I just want to look at you for a minute.”
Brett, the oldest, was nearly sixteen and as far a Marlene could tell he spent
all of his time thinking about what kind of car she might buy him. A few curls
of hair protruded above the waistband of his shorts but stopped shy of his
navel. More dark hair covered his muscular calves, and although he didn’t need
to shave regularly, a fine dark shadow graced his upper lip and chin. Michael,
now fourteen and a freshman in high school, was a few inches taller and had
lighter hair than his older brother. He was a good looking kid, and most of
the evening phone calls from girls were for him. He had no trace of facial
hair but fine blonde curls adorned his thighs. Kevin, the smallest, had just
turned thirteen and was the baby of the family, and he sometimes copped an
attitude that supported that nickname. He would be an eighth grader next fall,
and still had the smooth, flawless skin and hairless legs of a child. It was
only the contra-alto crack of his voice-and the stains on his sheets-that
announced his ascent into puberty.
“Okay guys, drop your shorts. I want to do a short-arm inspection.” Marlene’s
late husband had told her about military life, and up until his death he’d
occasionally inspected his sons’ genitals. She hadn’t seen them nude since
they had been young children.
“Mom!” Michael indignantly complained.
“I gave birth to you and I wiped your little butts when you were babies. I
certainly won’t be shocked at seeing you naked now.” Marlene stated. The boys
all turned read with embarrassment, but all knew better than to disobey their
mother, and after looking at each other for a few seconds they all slowly
lowered their baggy swim trunks.
Marlene stepped back and slowly scanned her three sons: Brett, almost a man,
Michael, the well-endowed teenage heartthrob, and Kevin, her baby, now an
adolescent capable of reproduction. She envied their teenage masculinity and
could practically smell the testosterone that they exuded, and she couldn’t
imagine why Tina would castrate her own sons. “Okay,” she finally said, and
once they had pulled their shorts back up she wrapped her arms around them and
gave them all a hug. “I love you all,” she said, “Just they way you are.”
“What the heck was all that about?” Kevin asked his brothers.
“Beats me,” Brett answered. “Mom must be wigging out about something or
other.”
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All Hat No Cattle (Part 11) | Other: Cum Ranching | In which Larry, our protagonist, is held up to ridicule. Literally. | Usually about an hour after sundown, Barn C's lights were dimmed
and then extinguished. Within minutes, the imprisoned male stock
began a comparison of experiences from the day just ended. The
evening after the public torture of Larry's abusive handler, int-
erest in his impressions of the event was running high. "What
did they do to her?", came a question out of the dark, "Was she
bleeding?", came another. Inflated a little by the attention,
Larry began to embroider his tale and then launched into some un-
flattering descriptions of the company officials responsible for
the afternoon's brutal object lesson. The ensuing laughter in
the dark barn encouraged him and he pursued his new popularity
with the avidity of a romance novelist, piling on imaginary de-
tails and completely unaware of management's recording device
positioned just below the rafters in the ceiling.
After his semen had been extracted by the milking machine the
following morning, and as he was lining up with the others for
his feeding, Larry was abruptly collared and pulled out of the
queue by two guards. "You don't want to eat breakfast today,"
one of them pronounced, "you'll just end up losing it anyway."
"The Boss heard what you had to say about her last night," said
the other, "and you're really in for it now." The dragged him
into the very area that had been used to torture the blonde
wrangler the previous day. But now, where the stocks had been
earlier, there stood what looked like a truncated gallows, a
length of rough rope dangling from its rough-hewn cross-piece.
He was roped securely to one of the vertical supports and left
while the guards went to assemble his fellow victims.
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the meal | STRAIGHT | a strange evening with my prospectives | The Meal.
=========
Donna and I had been dating for a month and now I had been invited to
her home to meet her daughter and have some home cooked food.
We met at the office and travelled home together.
I offered to make some tea. "That'll be great". Donna went to the sitting
room and waited. I rumaged around the cupbaords.
I was looking for tea bags when I discovered a cupboard full of male
genitalia in various states of preserve. What should I do. I made the tea
and took it to them. Playing it cool. Make my excuses and go.
Donna drank some tea and left to make dinner. Sharlene was at the table
doing homework. What are you studying. Biology. Male reproductive organs.
She opened up her bag and brought out a massive penis - it's a horse's
penis. Big isnt it. And then took out some bull's Testes. These belonged
to a bull. If you had things this big, you couldn't walk could you.
I laughed politely. Donna returned and shut the door. On Sharlene's plate
was two men's penis, 4 testes and mash potato. My mouth dropped open. I got
up and headed for the door. It was locked. "Where are YOU going?" demanded
Donna. Sharlene bit the head of one of the penises. I felt weak. Donna slipped
out of her dress. She was naked. Her beautiful curvey womanly form walked towards me. My
legs were like jelly. She dropped to my knees and undid my trousers. I
couldn't resist her advances. She slipped down my pants and my erect cock
sprung up. "Dont worry, I've never done anything to hurt anyone". She slipped
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Stealing Heaven Castration | TESTICLES | This is a description of the castration scene in the 1988 movie Stealing Heaven, about Heloise and Abelard. It\'s a decent movie if you can find a copy of it. | Abelard awoke to the sheet being ripped off his sleeping body. Groggily, he
rolled over to find out the meaning of the intrusion. Dark, hooded human
shapes stood around his bed. Without any hesitation, two of them grabbed his
arms. As Abelard twisted and struggled, still in a confused stupor, he found
his voice, but it was sleep-choked and mostly unintelligible, "Hey...no...!"
The man holding Abelard's left wrist put a strong arm across the top portion
of his chest, also restraining his neck and cutting off most of the air from
Abelard's windpipe. He gasped in ragged breaths, but was unable to speak. At
the same time, two more cloaked men grabbed his thrashing legs. He felt one of
the men pulling back his nightshirt, exposing his naked lower half. This had
only just registered in his mind when he felt a hand roughly grab his
testicles.
Abelard gasped and renewed his thrashing, but to no avail. He racked his brain
for some sort of explanation for this treatment, for some sort of recognition
of any of the hooded men, but he could not find either. The hand on his
testicles was pulling them down sharply, away from his body and the feeling
was foreign and painful. Then another robed man stepped into his line of
vision and Abelard's blood ran cold. This man was carrying a menacing looking
knife, very small, but curved and sharp. Even in his sleep-addled brain,
Abelard began to make the connection between the pain he was feeling in his
testicles and the sadistic smile on the newest man's face...
He felt another burst of pain from between his legs, like something had been
tied tightly around the top of his scrotum. The hand then released him, but
the pain remained in a dull ache. Abelard knew something bad was about to
happen to him, unconsciously he had already figured it out, but his
consciousness was blocking it, so horrifyingly repugnant the mere idea was to
him. The man with the knife was now standing directly between his legs. He
reached out a hand, and Abelard felt his testicles being once again pulled
away from his body. He had been thrashing through the entire process (which
had only taken about twenty seconds so far), but now he fought his attackers
with renewed strength. While he managed to raise his body a little further off
of the bed, the men easily continued to hold him down. The man lowered the
knife. Abelard's eyes went wide with terror and disbelief as he felt the knife
hook around the top of his scrotum...
Without hesitation, the man jerked the knife upward as hard as he could.
Abelard's scream could be heard for miles. Despite the man's arm on his
throat, Abelard's scream was deafening. The pain was unbelievable, unbearable.
There could not be a word extreme enough to describe the pain that was
radiating from between his legs. His entire body was tense, his mouth opened
as wide as it would go, his eyes bulging. Abelard was in agony and his body
had transformed into a high-pitched scream. The men had released him and were
fleeing into the night, but Abelard was not conscious of this. Tears streamed
down his face, and all that he was aware of was the pain and the emptiness
between his legs that was consuming him...
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Neuticle or Fake Balls | True Story from local paper | Neuticle
From a Southern California Paper Dated 1/8/00
and simply entitled...
Update
News of the Weird reported in 1996 on the then-brand-new testicle
for dogs ("Neuticles," invited by Gregg Miller of Independence,
MO.), thought to be helpful to neutered dogs that somehow would
feel embarrassed after castration. In November, Miller said he had
scheduled his first human for an FDA-approved Neuticle implant:
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Superman Gets Trapped Part 2 | TESTICLES | Further adventures of Superman and Mistress Jade. | ` Chapter4 `
Lex Luthor was called by Annie O.
"We got him big boss man!" Annie blared into the telephone.
"Excellent" Luthor sneered, "Where are you?"
"We are at Mistress Jade's Dungeon on Weed Street." Annie answered.
"Jade is having some fun with the super stud. We tied his arms and legs wide
apart. He's in his birthday suit by the way and I did two great knots of
kryptonite rope around those big ol bull balls of his. Jade is tied on top of
him facing, er, the other way, if you know what I mean?"
"69???" Luthor interjected. "How interesting."
"Yeah, Jade is deep throating the super stud and the ropes tied to his bull
balls are tied around her neck so everytime she moves the big beefy stud yelps
like a pup. It's quite a sight!" Annie cheerfully explained.
"I'll be over right away." Luthor said.
"We'll be waiting!" Annie said. They hung up.
This was too wonderful to believe. Luthor rushed out of his office. Thoughts
of what he would see danced in his head. He wondered what he would do next
with the captured superhero. The possibilities were endless.
Back at Mistress Jade's Dungeon Superman was quietly moaning. He had cum in
Jade's mouth 5 times already and was getting hard again. She moaned with
pleasure as his erection grew. He had Jade's pussy juice all over his face.
Her hot cunt burned into his face. Now everytime he licked her she quivered up
and down. Her tits would jiggle all over his tight abs. Superman could feel
Jade's fingers touching his ankles. She was struggling to tie his ankles free
from the kryptonite knots. Suddenly, Superman felt his legs break free from
their restraints. He brought his legs together and breathed a sigh of relief.
He could feel some of his strength returning. He was able to turn his bum over
to the right and bring his leg in so that Jade was able to pull her mouth from
his big dick. She pulled up to release and the kryptonite knots on his nads
tightened. He yelped in pain but then it loosened quickly because Jade's head
was free. She quickly brought her head down to his nut sack and took his right
ball in her mouth. Superman moaned in ecstasy and shock. Superman's ball was
the size of an apple but Jade had an incredibly wide mouth. She quickly began
untying the knot around his right ball with her tongue. Superman could feel
Jade's tongue licking and wrapping around and around his right nut. The
feeling was so good. His cock became engorged. Jade was incredibly skilled
with her tongue and was able to untie the knot with minimal pain inflicted on
Superman's gonad. She quickly moved to the left testicle. Superman gritted his
teeth and came all over Jade's tits and his stomach.
He felt incredibly embarrassed that he would lose control of his cock like
this. "Sorry." He called down to Jade.
She popped his nut out of her mouth. "No problem Superman. I've been doing the
same thing to you. Mine just doesn't shoot so much and so far." She began to
laugh.
Superman smiled. She made him feel comfortable in the most humiliating and
compromising position. He was beginning to develop strange feelings for this
beautiful brunette with the green, cat eyes.
With his ankles and balls free from their kryptonite knots Superman was
beginning to feel much stronger. He was able to look up to his right along
Jade's gorgeous, silky white, long leg to her ankle and her restraint. He
carefully shot radiation from his eyeballs to burn her rope away. He moved to
her other leg and burned that knot too. Jade was able to lift up her body and
pull her legs out underneath her. When her legs got all the way around she was
sitting on Superman's crotch. His dick instantly became hard and slipped into
Jade's open pussy. Jade shrieked in joy and shock. His cock was impaling her
but it felt so good. Her pussy was so sore from all the super sucking but this
filling of her pussy pushed her over the edge with erotic sensation and
orgasm. Jade found herself crying.
"What's wrong?" asked Superman with much concern.
"Nothing, nothing, please just keep doing this, it is amazing, I feel so good,
thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jade cried as she came again and again.
Superman's head went back and he cried out with great anguish. He exploded his
supercum into Jade. His legs jittered for many minutes.
Jade was able to use her toes to untie her hands. She was incredibly limber
and ambidextrous. When she was completely untied she jumped off of the table
and moved to the side of Superman. She went to his arms to untie his wrists.
She looked down at his warm face and kissed him passionately. He took her
tongue lustfully into his mouth. Superman had never felt this good before. He
felt guilty because he had never felt this passionate about Lois Lane even
though he loved her. He felt conflicted. How could he love Lois Lane but feel
this lustful for Jade.
"What is your name?" Superman asked Jade as she went to untie his right wrist.
"I am Jade."
Just as she said that Superman saw a bat come down hard onto Jade's head. He
yelled out but it was too late. Jade's eyes closed and she fell to the ground.
Behind her stood Lex Luthor.
"I knew that bitch would betray me. She has fallen in love with you." Lex
cursed and began to pace back and forth. Annie O stood to the side with a
confused look on her face.
Superman was feeling much stronger. He looked up at his right arm and used his
radiation eyes to burn the kryptonite knot enough to break out of it. He
looked over to the left arm and began to do the same. Luthor reacted quickly.
"Get him Annie before he breaks free!" Luthor yelled.
Superman could see Annie pull out the dreaded kryptonite sock with the
kryptonite tennis ball inside of it from her belt. He had to hurry.
Annie was still confused so she moved slowly. Superman broke free of his
constraints and flew off of the table. He flew right into Annie and knocked
her across the room. He flew over to Luthor.
"You shouldn't have hit Jade Luthor. You are going to hurt for that." Superman
said with much passion.
Luthor swung the bat at Superman and it broke over his arm. Superman stood
there unaffected. Superman grabbed Luthor by the throat and lifted him from
the ground. Luthor gurgled as a look of fear entered his eyes. Just then
Superman felt an incredible pain surge from his testicles. He was naked and
his beefy balls had been swinging between his legs unprotected when Annie had
taken her opportunity to swing the kryptonite ball into his nut pouch from
behind. Superman dropped Luthor and reached his hands to his balls. Just then
Bruno entered the room.
"Get him Bruno" Lex yelled.
Bruno was a big man. He approached Superman as Superman slowly sunk to his
knees from the incredibly painful blow he had just received. Bruno went around
the back of Superman and grabbed his arms from underneath. He put Superman
into a headlock. Superman's hands were forced away from his nuts.
"Guess I gotta scramble some eggs." Annie O laughed as she quickly swung the
kryptonite sock ball into Superman's unprotected nuts. His nuts were hanging a
good 9 inches from his body and when the kryptonite ball made contact it hit
directly between the hanging nuts. "Whack!" Superman's nuts swung up into the
air and banged against his ass. When the nuts swung back down the kryptonite
ball was there again to give him another hit. "Whack!" Superman yelled in
utter pain and agony. Annie was ready every time the apple-sized nuts hit
Superman's ass and came back down to their hanging position. "Whack, whack,
thud, smack, bang, whack, boom." Superman screamed aloud.
"ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"Yee-haw!" Screamed Annie. She loved to do this. "Let's have some more fun
shall we?" Annie said coyly. Superman's head hung down, his knees spread wide
with Bruno behind him holding him in the headlock and holding Superman's knees
apart with his legs. Superman's huge marble bag hung 9 inches down between his
legs. It was red and sore. His limp dick hung 6 inches down over his nuts but
offered little protection. Annie reached down and grabbed the flesh that
attached Superman's balls to his body. She squeezed it tight so that
Superman's apple balls were squeezed to the bottom of their sack. She quickly
brought a kryptonite rope around the flesh and made a tight noose around the
nut sack. She pulled and the noose went tight. Superman raised his head and
yelled. She tied another noose with another kryptonite rope around Superman's
limp cock. She pulled and the noose went tight around the base of his shaft.
"Uggggg" Annie passed the rope tied to Superman's enormous gonads between his
legs and up between his ass cheeks. "Pardon me darling." She winked at Bruno.
Bruno moved out from between Superman's legs. Annie took the rope and made a
difficult knot around Superman's wrists. She pulled tight. Superman shuddered.
Annie took the slack end of the rope and pulled up. "Come on Super stud, get
on up!" Superman's wrists were forced up into the air. His balls were tied to
the wrists and they were pulled up between his ass cheeks. Superman grunted
out a strange animal sound. Bruno let Superman go and Superman's head fell
forward his ass facing up into the air. Annie couldn't resist. His huge apple
nuts were pulled up under his ass and pulling up his ass cheeks. Annie put her
whole arm into the kryptonite sock and positioned the kryptonite ball in the
sock against her knuckles. She took a hard punch at Superman's package
stretched to it's limit between his legs. Superman screamed in pure agony.
"Get up now or I'll have to keep punching Superman" said Annie. He didn't
move. She stepped back and delivered an uppercut punch into Superman's
ballsack. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Despite the pain Superman began to
struggle to get up. He did not want to get punched again. The pain was
unbearable. He had been in so many battles and fights throughout his lifetime
and now he was brought to his knees by a tiny cowgirl with a rope, sock and
tennis ball. Superman stood up grunting the entire time. He tried to keep
going by flying up into the air but Annie was anticipating it. She tugged down
hard on the rope and Superman stopped dead in the air. His nuts pulling him
back down to earth.
"Go ahead boss and take the other rope" Annie chirped to Lex Luthor.
Luthor was watching in complete amazement. Annie O had no idea how easy she
was conquering the superhero. Luthor had been close so many times but he had
never been able to get Superman so completely in his power. Luthor felt a
strange stirring in his loins. He walked forward to the rope that dangled in
front of Superman. The rope tied to his limp dick. He reached down quickly and
grabbed it. Superman attempted to lunge out at Luthor but Annie quickly yanked
on the rope tied to his nuts from behind and Superman yelped in pain. Luthor
had the rope. He wrapped it around his wrist twice and grabbed it tightly in
his fist. He had a crazed smile on his face.
"How do you like that Supernothing!" Luthor yanked hard on the rope. Superman
was pulled towards him by his cock but Annie responded with a tug from behind.
Luthor moved the rope from the right to the left making Superman's dick swing
to the left and right. Luthor began to tug. Superman's thighs moved with the
direction of the rope. Luthor pulled harder and Superman began to back bend,
his ass tightening and squeezing his nuts that were lodged in his ass cheeks.
Superman's head raised towards the heavens and screamed a miserable sound.
Annie tugged from behind and moved from left to right making Superman's huge
gonads twist and turn and pull between his legs. Luthor kept pulling forward.
Every time Superman would walk on step closer to Luthor, Annie O would tug
from behind and Superman would bend over in incredible pain. Luthor would
respond by tugging hard on the kryptonite rope attached to Superman's rod and
the superhero would be forced to stand up and back bend up with his thighs
extended towards Luthor. Bruno began to laugh hysterically at the sight. All
three of the villians laughed at their cruelty. Bruno even took the sock and
kryptonite ball from Annie and would swing it around taunting Superman.
Superman was beginning to act like a caged animal. His mouth was salvating and
long grunting sounds came from his throat. His eyes were wild. Bruno would
lunge in and let the sling swing into Superman's crotch. It would randomly hit
Superman's perineum, prostate, gonads and penis. Everytime there was a direct
hit to Superman's scrotum Superman would cry out in pain.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
It is hard to decide how long this went on. If you asked Superman it seemed
like an eternity. He had never been pulled, tugged, hit and squeezed in so
many directions at the same time. He fell to his knees many times but was
pulled to his feet by his cock or a direct shot to the apple nuts that were
quickly turning purple. If you asked Luthor, Annie and Bruno it seemed like a
few minutes. They wished it would last all day but eventually Superman simply
passed out. He fell to the ground and wouldn't respond to tugs or punches.
Luthor couldn't be more pleased. He promised Annie O and Bruno bonuses for
such a delightful afternoon.
"What should we do with him boss?" asked Bruno.
"Clean him up and put his Super suit on again. I've got a plan on how I will
humiliate the man of steel." Said Luthor.
"And tie her up too" Luthor said pointing to the unconcious form of Jade. He
walked past Jade and whispered "Traitor."
Annie looked over at Jade on the floor and felt a stinging pang of guilt. She
also felt concern for Jade's health. She was always in love with Jade and
would always be in love with Jade. That is why she had so much pleasure
ballbusting Superman. She knew that Luthor was right. Jade was in love with
Superman and it made her jealous. But still she didn't feel right about what
she had done.
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Collage course -- Eunuchs in Greek and Roman Society | Other: ALL | Found this searching the web....sounds like an interesting course | HS3312 Eunuchs in Greek and Roman Society
Available in the Spring Semester of alternate years (1998/99,
2000/01)
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1 module: 10 credits
Necessary for: No courses currently build onto this one
Availability: All Ancient History Degree Schemes
Staff: Shaun Tougher
AIMS
To consider the cultural phenomenon of the castrated male in both
Greek and Roman society and the diverse roles that eunuchs
fulfilled in these societies. In addition to place the phenomenon
in a wider historical context.
OBJECTIVES
To understand the origins of eunuchs, methods of castration, the
desire to create or become a eunuch, and the contribution of
eunuchs to Greek and Roman society. Also to appreciate the nature
of the presentation of eunuchs in literary sources, from Herodotus
to Claudian. In addition to secure knowledge of the phenomenon of
the castrated male in other societies for comparative purposes.
SYLLABUS CONTENT
The time span runs from Herodotus’ Histories to Claudian’s
invectives against Eutropius, but incorporates material from other
periods and cultures for comparative purposes. The module considers
the phenomenon of the eunuch, the origins of eunuchs, castration
and self-castration, slavery and the slave trade, the attitude of
the law to eunuchs, eunuchs as the third sex, the literary image of
the eunuch, and the roles filled by eunuchs, concentrating
especially on the phenomenon of the powerful court eunuchs of late
antiquity.
GENERAL COURSE DESCRIPTION
Eunuchs are referred to in the texts of classical works from
Herodotus onwards, attaining a peak in late antiquity with the
emergence of a significant eunuch presence at the Roman court. The
module will trace this aspect of the worlds of Greece and Rome,
drawing on the piecemeal nature of the evidence, and focusing on
those texts that have a particularly significant contribution to
make to our knowledge of eunuchs, and the sexual, religious and
political roles of eunuchs. In addition the issue of eunuchs as a
third sex will be considered, as well as the phenomenon of the
eunuch in other societies, such as Byzantium, China, India, and
also in the world of opera.
PRELIMINARY READING
K. Hopkins, Conquerors and Slaves (Cambridge, 1978), chap. 4
J. Long, Claudian’s In Eutropium (Chapel Hill and London, 1996)
O. Patterson, Slavery and Social Death (Cambridge
Massachusetts/London, 1982), chap. 11
W. Stevenson, ‘The Rise of Eunuchs in Greco-Roman Antiquity’,
Journal of the History of Sexuality 5 (1995), pp. 495-511
S. F. Tougher, ‘Byzantine Eunuchs: An Overview’, in Women, Men and
Eunuchs: Gender in Byzantium, ed. Liz James (London and New York,
1997), pp. 168-184
Teaching: 11 lectures and 2 seminars
Assessment: 1 essay (50%) and 1 one hour examination (50%)
Other modules to consider taking in conjunction with this one:
HS3309 Greek Values
HS3362 Gender & Sexuality in Greece and Rome
HS3360 Slaves, Serfs and Freedmen
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Susan loses cherry; gains a pair.... | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | Susan wants to lose her virginity. She offers Bob a threesome with his girlfriend, for that purpose. However, she has a hidden agenda... | ` Susan was now in her last school year. She would get really horny when she
saw boys kissing girls. She wanted to lose her cherry, and decided on Bob as
the boy to do it. They started going out, and agreed to do it. Then one
evening, Susan saw him kissing & fondling Kelly..a girl who was blonde, leggy,
and huge-breasted. `
Susan rushed away before they could see her. Initially she burned with
jealousy. Then 2 other desires took hold. One, to avenge herself on Bob and
Kelly. Two, to squeeze Kelly's big tits and stroke her hair...Susan was slowly
beginning to find her sexuality.
Next day she met Bob, and said, "I know about Kelly." He tried to deny it, but
Susan said, " I don't mind. Is she a virgin?" "No," stuttered Bob. "Good,"
said Susan. "I want a 3-some - with both of you. That way I'd lose my
virginity with a man and a woman."
They agreed that it'd take place at Susan's place, one evening when her
parents were out. Susan brought along, and hid, a huge dildo.
They all stripped off. Susan almost creamed herself at the sight of Kelly's
heaving mound. She had to pretend to be gawping at Bob's middling-sized penis
and balls.
"Let's tie him up," sniggered Susan. Before he could protest, Bob had been
firmly bound and gagged by both girls. "What are we going to do??" asked
Kelly. "You'll see!!" said Susan. She pulled out the dildo, and enjoyed the
look of fear on Blob's face as he said to Kelly, "We're BOTH going to use this
to fuck him right up the arse!!"
Kelly was glad to hear that. Bob loved taking her up the arse, which she hated
but pretended to like. Susan took the first go, riding Bob's arse, till he
cried bitterly. Then Kelly took over, riding till his hole was no longer
tight.
Susan took Kelly's left index finger and put it in her cunt, touching her
hymen. "Want to take my cherry??" asked Susan. "Y-y-yes!!" said Kelly. "Then
cut off Bob's balls," said Susan. Kelly was reluctant, but couldn't turn down
the prize of another woman's virginity..and the feeling of power this would
give her. "Okay," she said.
Susan took out a razor, shaved Bob, and cut open his scrotum. She slapped him
smartly across the face to stop him crying. She pulled his balls out and left
them hanging out of the scrotum. Then she handed the razor to Kelly. "All
yours," she said.
Kelly looked triumphantly into Bob's eyes, enjoying the sheer terror. Then
with a swift slash, she cut his balls off.
Susan took them, placed them in a sample jar, and lay down, parting her legs.
Kelly still had the dildo on. She rode Susan, till they both came. With a dull
pop, Susan's hymen broke.
"I'll love you forever," said Kelly, getting up and removing the dildo. Susan
slapped her. "Turn around, " she ordered. Kelly did, thinking this was a dom
sex game. Susan tied her up.
"I didn't forgive you for what you've done, fucking my man," said Susan. "Here
you get yours!!" Susan picked up a heavy-buckled belt and mercilessly thrashed
Kelly's bare arse. Then she wore the dildo and brutally sodomized Kelly.
She untied the weeping couple. "Now fuck off!!" snapped Susan. "Kelly..you
wanted him. Now you've got him all to yourself...a 'man' with no balls!!"
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Size Matters | TESTICLES | How do you deal with a drunken troublemaker at a dance? You distract him. | ôHey asshole, do you know I fucked your missus before you did?ö
He was motherless drunk and looking for a fight. Iĺd cheerfully have killed
him but he was a lot bigger than me.
He was a hell of a conversation stopper too. The other three couples on our
table looked at me wondering how I was going to deal with the situation.
Fortunately the band played on. Other couples were dancing on a crowded floor
and no-one except our table seem to have heard. Oh yes. Some people from
adjacent tables turned in their chairs in expectation of entertainment.
There was a girl pulling at his arm. She looked distressed. ôRoger, come
away,ö she kept saying.
The drunk shook her off and she fell. I think she ran off at that point which
was probably the best thing she could have done.
ôThen you must be Roger,ö I said. ôYouĺre the one with the tiny prick.ö
There were titters of laughter from the girls at that. It didnĺt do anything
to improve his mood.
ôIsnĺt that right? Youĺre the one girls call Silly Willie ĺcos itĺs too small
for them to feel.ö
More laughter put Roger on the defensive. ôIt ainĺt small.ö
ôDonĺt worry Pencil Prick. We wonĺt tell anyone. Your secret is safe with us.ö
ôBut it ainĺt small. Itĺs normal.ö He was displaying all the befuddled
confusion of the drunken mind
ôMy missus wouldnĺt lie. She told me about you. She said she couldnĺt even
feel it in her. We had a good laugh about it but itĺs quite sad really.ö
Behind Roger I could see three huge bouncers making their way to our table.
Everyone else was concentrating on me and the drunk.
ôI tell you it ainĺt small.ö He was starting to get aggressive again.
ôThen prove it. Lay your little willie out on the table for all to see.ö
He wasnĺt quite drunk enough to fall for it. Then one of the girls started on
him. ôYeah come on Roger. Iĺve never seen a tiny one before.ö The other girls
picked it up, urging him on.
Even the girls from the next tables got in on it. It was quite wicked of them.
He unzipped and put his normal sized chopper out on the table for all to see.
One of the girls got to stroke it before it was whipped away. The three
bouncers manhandled Roger out of the ball room. They didnĺt even give him a
chance to put it back in his pants.
Roger got the fight he wanted. Outside the three bouncers, probably all on
steroids, beat him senseless before the police arrived. The police charged him
with being drunk and disorderly as well as indecent exposure. The girls from
our table had to give evidence. The magistrate gave him six months corrective
servitude.
ôWell, I think your old flame got what he deserves,ö I remarked to my wife as
we drove home from the court.
ôMy old flame? Iĺd never seen him before in my life.ö She was highly
indignant.
Roger got another court appearance, this time to give evidence against the
bouncers for assault. Amongst other things a kick in the groin had cost him
both his balls.
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(A Poem for jealous king and unlucky servant)
A is for amusement, that’s all the servant was to me.
B is for his balls, which will no longer be.
C is for castration in my garden court.
D is for dejected as he hears the report.
E is for a eunuch to powder my puss and bum.
F is for F’ing and he will be watching some.
G is for grateful that by my plea he was not hanged.
H is for his majesty that my king’s manhood reign.
I is for the more inches which will be filling me,
(I had too short servant, as my friends will see.)
J is for just minutes until he meets his fate.
K is for a last kiss, the king is coming, and he will not wait.
L is for my lover-king who will pleasure me today.
M is for my maidens to take the judged away.
N is for naked, the servant, my lover and soon me.
O is for opening of my arms and legs to his rising majesty.
P is for my pure pleasure, and my longing to be caressed.
Q is for me, a queen royally mounting, riding into bliss.
R is for rhythm building up the beat.
With each and every movement feeling greater heat.
S is for the signal to the courtyard below,
my loud pleasured cry which all will know.
T is for the timing of this unique event.
U is for understanding of what it all has meant.
V is for the very moment when manhood is shorn.
W is for then watching the desire of my lover reborn.
X is for the exchange that has taken place:
An erotic cry, a falling cock, an ejaculatory embrace.
Y is for yes to marriage, love and a fulfilled life.
Z is for my now zealous husband and me his pussy-powdered wife.
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Mehemet II | GAY, TESTICLES, fuck then cut | The surgeon at the Ottoman court enjoys the boys before he castrates them. | ` The Duties and Pleasures of the Court Surgeon – Part II `
Once again let me introduce myself. I am Ahmed, surgeon for Sultan Mehemet. As
well as the regular duties which a surgeon is expected to perform, there are
those special ones which are the subject of these accounts. Now some say that
I take pleasure in pain. That may be so. But I am also very skilled at my
craft, and I have considerable status as a result.
My patient today is to be a very special one indeed. He is the one of the
Sultan’s favorite bed boys. A certain few of us know that sometimes His
Highness tires of the harem and has a boy brought to his chambers for his
enjoyment. But this boy is starting to mature and His Highness wants to keep
him sleek and smooth for a while longer. Furthermore he was seen feeling the
breasts of one of the young servant girls. So he is being sent to me.
My house and surgery are only a stone’s-thrown from Topkapi Palace. It is mid-
afternoon and two of the palace retainers have brought him to me. He is a
beautiful boy with olive skin and long curly hair. His lips are full and his
cheeks still smooth – the way His Highness wants to keep him! He is familiar
with sexual games and they have not told him why he is here. So I proceed with
the deceit. First I blindfold him – he thinks this is a game. I remove his
outer garments and when I turn him around he thrusts his buttocks toward me. I
am sorely tempted to take him – but I do not dare. Would that I could feel his
lips and tongue on my cock. And spread those golden buttocks to sample the
delights found between them. But he is to return to the palace. And someday
his tongue will tell what happened here. Then I would be the one stretched out
on my back with my legs spread for the castration knife!
So I take his hand and lead him to my surgery. As we go I untie his loincloth
and it falls behind him. He opens his legs willingly as I lay him back on the
table. He does not resist as the surgical cuffs go on his arms and legs and
the restraining band across his belly. He has been a toy for the Sultan’s
pleasure and that of his guests So he suspects nothing.
I had another of these boys in my surgery a few weeks ago. One of the Sultan’s
guests wanted him screaming as he was fucked. So once he had his cock in the
boy he grabbed him by the balls and squeezed. They said they could hear him
shrieking down the hall. A testicle burst in the man’s hand, and I had to
remove it.
I take the soap and water to cleanse him thoroughly – for the surgery of
course. I bring warm water and lather my hands with soap. My hands soap his
belly and his sexual organs thoroughly. The warm water and the soap and my
hands make him erect. So this is why His Highness wants him gelded. He is
developing male urges. The Sultan wants him passive, like a girl, on his back
with his legs pulled up. Or on his belly with his buttocks thrust upward to be
split by the cock. Not growing hair and trying to screw the servant girls! I
try his anus. It relaxes easily letting my finger in, then tightens around it,
squeezing. He is smooth and hairless. He knows how to take a man. My own cock
is hard wanting to fuck this boy. But I cannot.
As I check and wash his sexual organs I will explain why he is here. My
fingers find his testicles to make sure they have descended into his scrotum.
“Welcome my boy. I am the Royal Surgeon. His Highness has decreed that you are
to be castrated”.
With these words his cock starts to shrivel! Suddenly he understands and
begins to wail.
He pleads with me, as I knew he would. He offers me his mouth. He will lick my
cock. He will kneel between my legs, take my balls into his mouth and suck
them. I can come in his mouth. Or he will bend over for me. Don’t I want his
ass? Men like how tight he is and squeezing his balls. He begs me…
“Please don’t cut me, please. Please fuck me … please just fuck me.”
He cannot see me because of the blindfold, but his tongue comes out and his
mouth opens. His tongue licks, he begs for my cock to suck…
źou can hurt me. Please…squeeze my balls and make me cry. You can slap my face
while I suck you. Please fuck me. Please hurt me. Please Master, please don’t
cut my balls off.
Instead I touch his cock with the cold steel of the knife, and he begins to
scream. His testicles are drawn up tight to his body. I find them with my
fingers and pull them away. It is time! I will explain each step in the
surgery to him as I perform it.
I remove the blindfold so that I can watch his face during my work, and so he
can see the man that is taking away his masculinity. I let him watch as I take
the stone and put a keen edge on my surgical knives.
“First I slit open your scrotum”, I explain. He tries frantically to pull away
from my hands reaching between his legs. But of course the restraints hold him
fixed and helpless. I stretch his scrotum and slit it top to bottom. The
muscles in his thighs and belly flex beautifully in his pain.
“Now I am squeezing your nuts out from inside their sack. Ah yes, they are
nice and white. I don’t cut your nuts. Just the cords.”
His testicles lie on my hand, and I stretch the cords. Such a beautiful boy!
Did His Highness ever milk his semen from him? He did touch that girl’s
breasts. He is probably too young to have spread her legs. Perhaps he has a
sister who showed him her body. Now he will pleasure only men.
Tears stream down his cheeks and he cries pitifully as I raise the blade to
his genitals again. A slice of the knife, a loud cry from the boy, and he is
gelded. I hold his severed testicles up for him to see though his tears.
They will bring him back in two weeks and he will lie here again. I will check
his empty ‘purse’ and ensure that the wound has healed. Then I will pronounce
him fit to again service the Sultan and his guests. Perhaps I have done him a
favour. No man will ever again squeeze his balls to hear him scream.
Tonight I will require satisfaction. I will have one of the young captives
that I have not yet cut, brought. There’s a boy of about thirteen that I have
been teaching how to service me properly. But he is becoming boring. Perhaps I
will want to hear him screaming as I fuck him…
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Open Wound | GAY, PENECTOMY | Ian submits his body to Roger\'s desires. Roger has a special event planned for Ian\'s cock. | ` Roger’s heart pounded as he looked at Ian’s naked body. The boy’s hands and
wrists were handcuffed to the four bedposts. A red ball gag and blindfold were
securely in place. And his hard cock was throbbing, kept that way by a leather
strap wrapped tightly around his genitals. `
Roger had met Ian in the leather bar only an hour earlier. It didn’t take much
persuasion to get him back to Roger’s apartment. Ian was only 19, but Roger
was amazed at how much punishment he was willing to take. He hardly made a
whimper as Roger brought the crop down on his buttocks, leaving a dozen red
stripes across those firm mounds.
Best of all, Ian told him “no limits.” He submitted instantly when Roger
ordered him to bend over and accept a large butt plug in his anus. And now he
was ready to accept whatever Roger chose to do to his helpless body.
Roger pinched Ian’s left nipple between two fingers, squeezing it almost flat.
Then he drove the needle through the flesh, causing Ian to jerk from the pain.
A moment later, the other nipple was subjected to the same ordeal. . Blood
trickled from the pierced flesh, running slowly down Ian’s chest.
He wrapped his fingers around Ian’s balls, already squeezed into their sack by
the leather strap. Ian began to moan as Roger slowly tightened his grasp, but
his cock remained as firm as ever. Roger knew that pain only intensified the
excitement Ian felt.
Roger teased Ian’s cock with his tongue, licking up and down the shaft, and
around the large head. Pre-cum was already dribbling from the slit, and Roger
smiled as he tasted the salty fluid. It was time to move on to the main event.
The metal rod was six inches long, already slick from lubricant. Roger picked
it up and put the narrowed point into Ian’s pisshole. Then he slowly pushed
the rod into the small opening, forcing the urethra to accept the intruder.
Ian moaned into his gag as the rod began to enter his cock. It was probably
the largest object ever put into Ian’s penis, much wider than any catheter the
boy had experienced.
Steady pressure forced the rod into Ian’s hard cock. Two inches disappeared,
then three, as Ian moaned and strained against his handcuffs. Finally, only an
inch of stainless steel protruded from his throbbing dick. Roger stopped and
admired his work. He could see Ian’s urethra bulging from the rod, blocking
any semen from escaping.
Now Roger began a steady jacking of Ian’s cock. He wrapped his slick fingers
around the shaft, and moved them up and down to a constant rhythm. Ian was
experiencing stimulation from many places: his nipples, swollen and throbbing
from the needles; his prostate, rubbing up against the butt plug; his balls,
being squeezed from the leather strap. Now his cock was stuffed from the metal
rod, and Roger’s fingers were coaxing it closer and closer to orgasm.
Roger knew his timing had to be perfect. He watched Ian’s body as it strained
and writhed. He could see Ian’s breathing get faster, a sure sign that orgasm
was near. Roger quickened the motion of his hand, bringing more moans from the
boy. Ejaculation was only seconds away.
He picked up the knife, and placed the blade just under the bulge caused by
the metal rod. The cut had to be made at exactly the right moment: too soon
and orgasm would be aborted, too late and the effect would be ruined.
Ian groaned, and his body stiffened as orgasm began. Roger slashed the knife
across the urethra, bringing a spray of blood. Then it happened: semen shot
out of the open wound, tinged crimson. It was a beautiful sight, something
only achieved through great care and planning. Roger smiled as a second wad of
cum spurted from the cut, then a third. A stream of bloody semen dribbled over
Ian’s balls, and ran onto the sheets.
Orgasm was over, so Roger finished the job. He placed the blade in the gash,
and began cutting into the shaft. Ian screamed into his gag, his body jerking
vainly against its restraints. It took only a minute to sever the cock
completely from Ian’s body.
Roger placed Ian’s penis on a tray, the metal rod still protruding from its
head. The rod would help keep the organ firm and long, just like the other
five cocks he had already collected. He smiled, and congratulated himself on a
good day’s work.
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So you had a troubled youth?Twins | TESTICLES | This one is for Zoroaster. | ` The Dodge brothers home from college started a landscape service. They are
twins, but not identical. Great Builds, Not too muscular, but no fat. I
drooled as they worked around the yard bare chested in shorts. `
Cory is drop dead cute in the face. Dan has the more masculine lantern jaw.
They are the oldest of ten children, clean cut, good family.
I offered them some lemonade on the patio. I mentioned to Dan that he had a
bit of a limp. What happend?
He blushed. "Nothing, you don't want to know."
Cory was the one to let the cat out of the bag, as I kept pressing Dan for an
answer.
As you know we both just turned 21. I congratulated them on that.
Legal to drink but you guys don't drink do you?
We come from a large family.
I know your parents should be very proud. Wasn't Allen the valadictorian at
his high school graduation?
Allen our little brother, He's the first one.
Well, you guys are twins you couldn't both be valadictorian of your graduating
class.
Cory blurted, "No, first eunuch."
Come on you guys are just making this up.
Dan the quiet one just pulled his shorts down. There were his strangled balls
in an elastic all dry and shrivelled.
Hey we're outside, lets go in the house. In the kitchen I pulled the drapes.
Do you mind showing me again? I explained that I've had castration fantasies
longer than their father has been alive. Ever since I was 8 on the farm
watching animals done.
What a surprise, they both shucked thier shorts. Here I was in front of two
gorgeous stud eunuchs wearing only sneakers. corys balls had come off but Dans
were still hanging on.
Do you mind if I feel? Their erctions were growning.
Dan said, "You'r the first one to say anything about my walk. Is it that
noticable?
No.
Lets go to the bedroom. Do you mind giving an old man a fantasy? I see that
you still get erections, can you cum?
Want us to hsow you?
Yeah. I shucked my clothes and got into bed between two eunuchs.
I've always dreamed of being castrated between two eunuchs.
What a sight we must have made, No balls, hard balls and floppy old balls, all
jacking off together.
Cory asked for a kleenex as hewas ready to shoot his load.
I told him to just let it go.
Cory came first and Dan and I came together.
I pulled up the blanket and snuggled between two warm gentle youth.
I was in HEAVEN. Gently stroking each others chests and hugging for maybe 20
minutes.
Can you guys do that again?
Yes, we're eunuchs not dead.
I got out of bed and brought my toybox grom the dresser. I have a four and a
six prong elastrator and a bloodless emasculatome (Nut nipper)
Who wants to band me?
Cory was out of bed in a flash.
Do you want the four prong or the sis prong?
He'd never seen a six prong set before so he picked it.
I loaded it cocked it and showed him the trigger.
He knealed in front of me. Pulled my balls through the ring, and pushed the
release lever. The band snapped off the prongs and around my nuts.
Hey that's pretty neat we just usd a four prong.
Back in bed I came first in spite of my retirement age.
After we came Dan wanted to inspect my balls.
Sure go ahead.
Cory said. So you're going to be a eunuch too!
No it's just a fantasy I have. I reached for the wire cutters, slid one side
under the band and snap!! Boy that sting when you cut them off like that.
Dan asked how long I'd been doing this sort of thing? Let's see 68 minus 18.
About 50 years.
What I want to know is why you two healthy young guys went through with it.
Allen was first.
What does that have to do with you?
Well, his good grades, his calm personality, all that stuff we wanted.
How did he loose his nuts?
This guy on his wrestling team lost his first. That's kind of hard to hide.
After a shile they noticed other changes, more concentration, better grades.
Finally some of the other guys decided that's what they wanted.
Allen always the studious one found the elastrator on the internet.
Two guys from the team and Allen got together and elastrated themselves. His
grades improved to 4.0 his full senior year, That's how he claimed to get
valadictorian.
Dan and I have been struggling with grades in college. Good enough grades to
keep our scholarships. But, man it's been afight to keep grades.
We got out of college in time to watch Allen whisz through finals and
graduate. We asked him how? He made us promise not to tell mom and dad. He
regretted not being able to have children.
Allen told us that he'd elastrate us but we had to get sperm frozen first. We
did and on our Birthday he elastrated us.
The Dodge brothers still do my lawns bare chested with hairy legs below thier
shorts. I still watch and so does every girl that goes by. They're so polite,
so handsome.
They tell me that nobody else know their secret.
They are all business when they do my lawn. They'll drink the lemonade but
politely decline when I offer a circle jerk.
Maybee I can find something to put in the lemonade.
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When I was young, I rarely ever wore clothes.Being an only child,
mom would take me to places where I could play with other kids.
They would almost always be naked too, both boys and girls. One day
after we got home, mom asked me about my playing with the little
girls that day. I told her we had fun together. She asked if I
noticed anything about them. I said that they didn't have a dinky
like I do and they liked touching mine. She then asked me what I
thought about their no dinky. I said they looked nice. Then she
asked me if I would like to be like them, and I said yes. A few
days later I was taken to a placeto see a doctor. After the exam I
was admitted the a hospital. I was taken to a room and put to
sleep. When I woke up, mom was sitting next to me. She said
everything is alright.We'll be going home in a few days. On the day
we were to laeve the hospital, the doctor came to remove the
bandages. I had been drousy from meds for several days so I wasn't
fully aware of what was going on there. He took off the bandages
and said everything looks great. When I looked down there I saw
that my dinky was gone, and so were my balls. The doc said after it
fully healed and the swelleng goes down I would be just like a
girl. I was only 6 years old then and mom kept me naked all the
time. When I was fully healed she took me out again to play with
the other kids, naked as usual. They noticed my dinky was gone and
asked about it. Mom told them she had my dinky at home and it will
stay with her now. I looked just like a little naked girl. Anyone
who saw me, children and adults, to them I was a girl.
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Corporate Executive Image | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Being an executive of a company is very impressive. But everything isn't always what they appear. | ` I use to be a vice president of a relatively large advertising firm in San
Francisco. I thought I had finally made it. The pay and respect earned made me
believe so. I am now retired and still enjoy the benefits of that position. At
about the same time, I met my current wife. Kim was an assistant in the
layouts area. I thought she was very attractive, but I was still married to my
first wife of 23 years and really wasn’t looking for anything. Kim was 24 at
the time, just out of school and looking to move into something better. She
flirted with me, but I thought it was just the normal office flirting. I was
already in my late fifties and she was young enough to be my daughter. Well,
we went beyond flirting. I guess she made me feel young again and in my
position I thought it would be a perfect world. High position, lots of money,
young attractive wife. I divorced my first wife. She suspected I was having an
affair and wasn’t surprised. The settlement was quick and I was a free man. I
married Kim 3 months later. I joined the crowd of over 50 year old executives
with a wife in her 20’s. Everything seemed perfect. Kim quit her job and
stayed home so that eliminated the conflict of interest work problem. That was
10 years ago. `
Six months after our marriage on a Saturday, Kim took me to a dinner at her
friends place. Jenny and Karen lived over in Tiburon. We live in Mill Valley
and I guess Kim met them at a local health spa. We had dinner and were
relaxing in the living room. I had a number of drinks and I guess I became
quite numb. I couldn’t move very well. I was awake but in a kind of daze. They
stood me up and took me to another room. It was like I was a robot. I really
didn’t have a will of my own. Then they started to undress me. I really
couldn’t resist. It was, to use and old cliché, like being in a dream. I was
kind of wake but not really aware of what was happening. I couldn’t move or
speak.
When they had me naked, they put me on a table and had me lay down. My legs
were put into some kind of anklets and attached to some ropes hanging from the
ceiling. Kim came over and kissed me on the forehead. Then Jenny and Karen
took over. I don’t remember much but I know I felt a lot of touching and
pulling of my genital area. When they were done, Jenny held up two flesh
colored objects. My testicles. She smiled. They got me up and put a robe on
me. We went out to the car and Kim drove me home. She gave me some drink and I
passed out.
I woke up Sunday and felt a little sore in the groin area. It felt like
someone had kicked me in the balls. I reached down and rubbed and found a
bandage. Then I remembered the previous night and screamed. Kim woke up
immediately. She told me it was alright and to relax. I just asked her why?
She said she wanted to make sure I didn’t find a third wife. She liked our
life style and wanted to keep it. This would ensure it. What woman would want
a eunuch for a husband? That word really struck home, eunuch. I started to
cry. I wanted to strangle her, but what was the use. She said we could stay
together and if I wanted out, her settlement would be huge. If not, she would
tell everyone of my lack of balls. She had a video of the whole operation and
extra copies were with Jenny and Karen. Since I wasn’t restrained in any way
and was apparently awake during the whole operation, people would think it was
completely voluntary. I couldn’t believe it. But what could I do?
So my life began as a castrated male. I have since found out that Jenny is a
veterinarian with a fairly successful practice. Karen is her assistant and
lesbian lover. They gave me a drug she uses in the office. I guess it’s some
kind of powder they put in food for difficult animals. Well it also works on
humans. It puts the patient into a trance like state. Not fully asleep, but
very docile. Jenny told me later that a lot of her patients don’t even
remember anything. She has done a number of these operations. I was told over
100. In the bay area I guess it’s a fairly common request with the large gay
community. I have seen the video a number of times. Kim makes me watch it to
remind me of my situation. I really don’t need the reinforcement. I know I am
‘fixed’. The operation was pretty straight forward. A tray was placed under my
groin area and the sac was cut away with a small knife. It looked like an
x-acto knife. Some stainless steel clamps were used to hold everything open
and control the bleeding. They actually looked like long scissors with flat
ends. That looked to be the most time consuming part. I saw the testicles.
They were flesh colored with some blood veins visible. There was a kind of
fleshy connection that I guess held the spermatic cord and blood vessels. I
thought they would all be separate like three wires. But they were all
together in this common cord. It was clamped off and the final cut made as the
testicle dropped into Karen’s gloved hand. She rinsed it in some liquid and
placed it on a paper towel on the tray. The second one followed and it was
over. They used some kind of thread to tie off the cords and then removed the
clamps. I was sewed shut. It looked like an awful mess. There was some blood
and a lot of discoloration. It took several weeks before it all looked healthy
again.
The stitches came out after 10 days. Kim cut them away. I have accepted my
life now. It still appears I have it all, but the one thing I don’t have
aren’t visible. Of course my sex life has radically changed. Kim enjoys sex,
so I perform a lot of oral on her. She also purchased some vibrators and I use
them on her sometimes. As far as I know she hasn’t had any affairs with other
men. Sometimes she uses a vibrator on me and I can still have an orgasm. They
are still pretty intense but not as satisfying. I guess the loss of
testosterone lowers the enjoyment. My penis has become smaller and erections
are difficult. This may be because of my age though. When I do have an orgasm
a lot of the times my penis is not even hard. We have a vibrator that is
narrow and she puts it into my anus and against my prostate. That along with a
vibrator on my penis produces the best orgasms. I still ejaculate and that
gives me a lot of pleasure too.
Kim has since joined a kind of club. It’s a wives club of castrated
executives. Evidently there are a number of high ranking corporate executives
that are also castrated. Most of the wives are young but there are a few older
members. I have never met any of the husbands, but have seen the wives. My
wife has hosted a number of the lunches and other get togethers they have.
They of course have seen me. It was quite embarrassing the first time, but
they didn’t seem to make a big deal out of it. They are all married to
castrated males after all. I’ve heard them talk and they all seemed to have
used castration as a means to ensure their marriages. None of them have
allowed their husbands to be cosmetically corrected. I can tell you from my
experience it does make you feel insignificant. With artificial testicles I
think I would feel more like a man. So being without also serves the wives
purpose.
But that is my story. I am still married to Kim and we have a happy marriage.
I have kids from the previous marriage and that isn’t a problem. Kim hasn’t
said she wants any children yet. If and when she does, she will go to a sperm
bank for a donor. Of course nobody other than Kim and the members of that club
know about my condition. I have accepted my life as a castrated male. The
testicles were put in a jar with some preservative. Jenny has them. Kim didn’t
want them. So they are on display in a cabinet with about 50 others. I guess
not all wives want them back. I haven’t seen them since the operation, but
Jenny sent a picture of them in the glass jar. She says Kim can have them
anytime she wants. She never offers them to me.
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REAL CASTRATORS OF ETHIOPIA | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Readers of the Eunuch Archive my like to know of the activities of the Afar tribe of Ethiopia who perform testicular castration on their enemies all the time. | REAL CASTRATORS OF ETHIOPIA
The Awash river flows into the Danakil desert in Ethiopia and there
dries up into a salt-marsh. In the 1930s the British Explorer
Wilfred Thesinger visited the area and was the first outsider ever to
go in and come out alive. Before then the area was unexplored. Many
had tried and none before had ever returned.
The tribes people of the area the Afar warriors are tall slim
muscular and have very dark skin. They have very long fuzzy hair but
their features are Ethiopian rather than Negroid.
In order to marry an Afar has to have killed someone and cut off
their testicles which are dried and worn as ornaments. They carry
old Italian rifles and shooting someone in the back is considered
quite acceptable. Indeed giving someone a sporting chance is
considered rather dumb. Sometime whole villages wipe each other out
in battles for trophies. The women wouldn’t dream of marrying a man
who didn’t have trophies.
There was a television documentary crew visit about 25 years ago but
since then people hardly ever visited the area. Even then the crew
remained hidden in houses when filming women as the local sense of
honour would have over ridden the local Chief’s guarantee of safe
conduct if they had been seen with a camera.
The Afar use curved knives but instead of an arc curve they are bent
in an angle with a pointed tip at the end. They are used by slashing
sideways to remove the testicles. Sometimes if a young boy is
castrated he is not killed but kept or sold as a slave.
Despite their gruesome reputation the Afar are a very happy jovial
people and adultery isn’t considered too serious. One would castrate
any stranger without a second thought but not do more than whip the
local adulterer of the same village.
Since the communists took over the country cotton has been planted
along the rivers to the north and when the Afar moved up to feed
their herds during the recent decade of drought they had no where to
go. Either they have mostly died out or been re-educated by the
Ethiopian government.
Another point to note is that was that in the 1930s Ethiopia as it
was the only black country not to be colonised by Europe. Evelyn
Waugh noted that when a large European delegation arrived to discuss
the danger of invasion from Italy the practice of public castration
was temporally abandoned . This had been the standard punishment for
all first offences for most crimes. When the Europeans left public
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Milking the Slave - Part 2 | Male slavery | Roger uses a new technique to milk his handsome young slave. | ` Roger led me down to the basement for the second time this week, where his
slave Tim was lying face up, hands and legs outstretched and bound to the four
corners of the table.
A pillow raised Tim’s ass, allowing easy access to the 20-year-old boy’s anus.
Tim was moaning and breathing hard, and it wasn’t difficult to figure out why
– a plastic bag filled with ice was wrapped around his balls and the base of
his penis.
“I’ve been having some trouble with Tim lately,” Roger said. “He’s been
getting erections during the milking process, and this is the only way to
control them.”
Roger explained that the ice would numb the blood vessels in his penis, making
an erection impossible. But it wouldn’t prevent the milking process from
taking place.
Slipping on the rubber glove, Roger began probing Tim’s anus with a lubricated
finger. It didn’t take long for the sphincter muscle to relax, allowing Roger
to enter Tim’s rectum and start the prostate massage.
Unlike the last time I witnessed the milking, Tim’s penis remained soft and
small due to the ice packed around his genitals. But despite that, a small
bead of pre-cum soon appeared on the tip of his cock as Roger patiently rubbed
the prostate.
Roger was an expert at milking Tim. Every few minutes, he ran a finger along
the urethra on the underside of Tim’s soft, causing more pre-cum to ooze from
the tip. Tim’s chest continued to rise and fall as he focused on the intense
cold that had numbed his delicate organs.
I watched, fascinated, as Roger’s gentle touch milked his slave. Then, with
absolutely no reaction from Tim, a blob of white semen trickled from the tip
of Tim’s cock and dribbled onto his flat, hairless stomach. Roger smiled and
ran his finger along his slave’s cock, causing more cum to emerge and spill
onto Tim’s stomach.
Tim’s anus was in spasm, tightening around Roger’s gloved finger as his
prostate released more of its milky contents. I marveled as the completely
limp cock continued to spill semen from its tip.
About 10 minutes had passed since Tim’s semen had first appeared, and a
sizable puddle of cum had now formed on Tim’s stomach, some of it filling up
his belly button. The ice kept his balls and cock completely numbed. The slave
was feeling no pleasure from the milking process.
Roger pulled his gloved finger from Tim’s rectum, and stripped off the glove.
He unwrapped the bag of ice and tossed it into the trash. Roger dipped two
fingers into the pool of Tim’s cum and held it against his slave’s lips. Tim’s
tongue emerged and licked his master’s finger’s clean. It took a few minutes
before he had completely cleaned off the semen from Tim’s stomach.
“This worked well, but I think the time may have arrived for a more permanent
solution,” Roger told me. Tim’s eyes widened as he realized the meaning of
Roger’s words.
(To be continued).
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Adventure with a Candiru of Amazon | GAY, PENECTOMY, MINOR | In the Amazon unexpected surgery during the trip of a lifetime changes a young man. | ` _The following short story is fiction. It contain scenes of a penectomy and
sex between adolescent males. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or
if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now._ `
_The detailed stuff about the Amazonian culture is just my imagination
although the general concepts occur in many cultures in the world. There are
cultures where first cousins (children of a parent's siblings in western
culture) are considered siblings and your sibling's parents are, of course,
also your parents. Some information about the candiru is at the end._
_This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without
permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including
the copyright notice._
The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions. E-mail:
[[email protected]](http://web.archive.org/web/20100306222900/mailto:[email protected])
* * *
It was to be the trip of a lifetime. The two men, twin brothers, had been
dreaming about this trip ever since they started tenth grade a quarter century
ago. Many things had caused them to put it off but, at long last, this was the
time. They had even instilled the same fervor for the trip into their sons who
were joyfully going. The cousins were now almost fifteen and would be starting
the tenth grade when they returned.
Their dream trip was to cross South America a journey of almost 3,000 miles.
They flew to Guayaquil, Ecuador then Quito to get to Iquitos, Peru. Then down
the Amazon (past boarder of Brasil near Leticia) to explore the rain forest
and great river down to the Atlantic more than 1700 miles down river.
And until the night of September 28 it had been an absolutely fabulous trip.
Psychologists would have used the four as the ideal example of male bonding
between fathers and sons. Even before the trip they were all very close and
the two boys, Bryan and Kevin, thought of each other as brothers rather than
cousins.
It had been a couple of days since their guide had turned their small boat up
one of the many tributaries of the river about half way between Leticia and
Manaus. They were going to visit a Amazonian village for several days and see
a coming-of-age ceremony. The tour guide's promises were more than fulfilled
because the two youths made friends with the native youths who were to be
inducted. They were invited to participate.
"It's a rare opportunity." said the guide, "It not unheard of but very rare
indeed."
The invitation was quickly accepted. The two youths were quickly taught what
they had to do. Their fathers' cams worked overtime that evening recording the
ceremony. What a wonderful experience this would be. Surely it would be the
source of enchanting tales for decades to come.
The ceremony went until past 2 in the morning when the three quarter moon was
high in the sky. By then the all the men were high on the local brew and
youths quite tipsy. The women and children had been banished long before. It
was the custom that the youths had until dawn before they must act like
responsible men. It was time to PLAY and PLAY hard. The youths were
intoxicated even more on the machismo than from the strong drink. The games
were rough and tumble. And sexual as the testosterone charged youths
manhandled each other and poked their rampant man-shafts at each other.
Bryan and Kevin soon learnt that play was also orgy time. Being new and
different they were sort after. It wasn't long before they saw others "lose"
and get fucked and then "win" and do the fucking that they understood it was a
free for all. Even their high potency adolescent cocks were satisfied for the
nonce.
As dawn approached the pack headed for the river and a swim. They must return
to the village clean -- without either traces of ceremonial paint nor forest
floor mud. The river washed them clean both literally and figuratively. They
would see the sun rise as MEN as they walked back to the village. They would
eat with their fathers rather than the women and children.
Both Bryan and Kevin had been warned not to swim without permission but they
had no thoughts for parental rules this night. Here, in the Amazon, they were
men having fun with other men. Swimming in the wild river was wonderful.
Until.
Until Bryan's bladder screamed that it could wait no more and right there in
the river Bryan let it all out. He would never forget this piss for the rest
of his life.
At first it was the pause that refreshes until the Candiru stuck its head in.
The dreaded parasite of the Amazon. A tiny catfish that is attracted by urine.
In a few seconds it had swum half way up Bryan's cock as he screamed in pain
as the creature's spines dug into his urethra. By the time they got him a
shore the one inch monster was totally inside his penis. They tied a vine
tightly around the base of Bryan's cock to prevent it from getting inside.
They ran back to the village and the shaman. They had seen this before and
knew what had to be done. They did not try to explain for there was a language
barrier.
The guide explained that there was only one option. It would take all day to
get back to the main river where a plane could do the evacuation and more time
to fly to a hospital. By then Bryan's kidneys would be at risk and his cock
already dead from lack of oxygen. Letting the beast into the bladder would
allow it into the kidney which would be even worse. There was only one thing
to do.
Their fathers watched in horror from a far as what had to happen happed. Here
Bryan was a man and he must do this without his father at his side. Except for
the shaman, only his new friends, the new men of the village, could be close.
It was Kevin's duty to wield the machete as Bryan's closest brother.
Stoically, considering the pain and the act, Bryan placed his infested tool on
top of the upended log and nodded to his brother. Kevin raised the large,
heavy sharp knife and brought it crashing down on the log severing Bryan's
penis freeing from the tiny monster. The shaman cauterized the stump and the
guide wrapped it in a bandage.
Kevin held his brother, his dearest friend for a long time. He would do so
many times over the rest of their lives.
Bryan insisted that they finish the trip as scheduled. It was his _second_
decision as a man in the Amazon.
**The End**
© Copyright A.I.L. September 27, 2002
The Candiru is a real fish and really gets up into the penis and other places.
Sometime it can be removed by surgery or killed chemically but the victim is
in pain or worse. Some references that were valid when I posted this:
Information --
[http://www.wikipedia.com/wiki/Candiru](http://web.archive.org/web/20100306222900/http://www.wikipedia.com/wiki/Candiru)
Case history with pictures (Portugese, not Spanish) --
[http://www.internext.com.br/uro
logia/Casosclinicos.htm](http://web.archive.org/web/20100306222900/http://www.internext.com.br/urologia/Casosclinicos.htm)
News story -- [http://www.straightdope.com/colum
ns/010907.html](http://web.archive.org/web/20100306222900/http://www.straightdope.com/columns/010907.html)
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Obsession | GAY, TESTICLES, Amputation, Foot Fetish | Shaun and Justin discover they each have a fantasy that they'd like to explore. | ` Justin grinned as he stepped back and looked at his boyfriend naked on the
bed. `
Shaun's wrists were tied to the headboard. His hairless chest rose and fell
with each excited breath, nipples erect. His uncircumsized cock was hard and
pulsing on his firm, flat stomach. It was a sight that would give any fag a
raging hard-on.
But his favorite sight was right in front of him: Shaun's bare feet securely
tied to the bedframe. Justin kneeled and kissed the sole of each foot,
giggling as Shaun wiggled his feet in protest.
Slowly, he took Shaun's left foot in his hand, rubbing his cheek against the
underside. He licked it several times, smiling as Shaun tried in vain to
wriggle it away. Then his tongue lapped at the underside of each toe, slowly
and deliberately.
Shaun whimpered as Justin repeated this on his right foot. Soon, both of
Shaun's feet glistened with spit.
Justin looked down and saw pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock. Without
even touching himself, he knew he would soon shoot his cum just from the
excitement of loving Shaun's feet.
He stood up and dripped lube onto the toes of Shaun's left foot. Justin rubbed
the head of his cock up and down the sole of the foot, moaning in pleasure.
Then he dragged his cock along the underside of Shaun's wiggling toes.
Justin knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He gripped Shaun's big toe and
slipped the shaft of his cock into the space next to it. The feeling was
indescribable as he moved the shaft between the toes, faster and faster. No
blow job, no ass fuck had ever produced a more intense pleasure for him.
"OH FUCK!"
Justin cried out as his creamy semen pumped over Shaun's foot. He thought he'd
cum forever! When he finally opened his eyes, his semen was oozing between
Shaun's toes.
Overcome, Justin sank to his knees and began sucking Shaun's toes. The taste
of his own cum was bitter, but he paid no notice as his tongue swirled around
each toe.
He licked the top of Shaun's foot clean, then returned to lap at the sole and
then the toes. Opening his mouth wide, he inhaled Shaun's four smaller toes,
sucking at them with abandon.
Justin found himself rubbing his teeth into the base of Shaun's toes. In his
frenzy, he bit down hard, causing Shaun to cry out in pain. He wanted to bite
them off, feel them filling his mouth. He wanted to spit them out, hold them
in his hand, show them to Shaun, helpless and bound on his bed.
"Jesus, that hurt, Justin!"
Justin startled at Shaun's protest. He could see his teethmarks at the base of
Shaun's toes. And he could see his own cock was rigid again at the idea of
biting off those tender, helpless toes.
"Sorry, hon," Justin said, climbing on top of his boyfriend. "I got carried
away." He kissed Shaun, smiling at his beautiful blue eyes.
"Well, you know how you can make it up to me," Shaun said with an evil grin.
Justin laughed and climbed down, loosening the rope until Shaun's right hand
was free. Then he hopped back on the bed, positioning himself so that his
balls dangled just above Shaun's face.
"Don't tease me, Justin!"
Slowly, he lowered himself until his sack touched Shaun's lips. Opening his
mouth wide, Shaun eagerly sucked at Justin's balls until the entire sack was
safely in his mouth.
Justin looked behind him and saw Shaun frantically jacking his cock. He began
playing with his own dick, even though he knew he had drained his balls
already. But the feeling of having Shaun sucking his sack was almost as great
as fucking Shaun's feet.
It didn't take long before Shaun started grunting. Then Shaun let out a loud
groan, and Justin felt the first spurt of cum hit the small of his back,
trickling down his ass crack. Suddenly, Shaun wasn't just sucking his balls,
he was biting them.
"Fuck, that hurts!" he cried. But Shaun kept his teeth locked around Justin's
balls as he finished pumping his semen from his cock. Finally, his excitement
spent, he released Justin's balls, letting them slip from his mouth.
Justin slumped onto the bed next to his panting boyfriend. His balls were
aching from Shaun's bites, but he didn't care. It was one of their hottest
scenes ever.
(To be continued)
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My Wife's Stud (straight) | My wife, Beth, loves riding. She has a
horse colt that is 2 yrs old. Recently "Rudy" has been acting up at the
stable. He won't be used for breeding, so she decided to have him castrated.
One of the women she rides with is a vet. Erin said she'd do it for free. Erin
is blond buue eyed and very athletic. At 5'8" she is 2" taller than Beth. Beth
with her dark hair and great tan from being out in the sun is a gem.
Erin chose early Weds. morning to cut "Rudy" She always closes the clinic on
that day.
I decided to take that day off and watch the activities. Seeing him loose his
nuts was strangely intriguing to me.
I was also curious as to how it would affect Beth.
Weds. morning came and we drove down to the stable. We met Erin at "Rudy's"
stall, put a halter on him and took him to the squeeze chute.Three of the
other girls Beth rides with showed up also. Trich, Karen and Mia were all
curious to see "Rudy'" denutting . Several jokes were directed at me, " Are
you sure you want to watch this? Think you can handle it?" Of course I can,
it's not me out there. " Better be good, or it could be." I started to get a
little embarrased at this point, but I had a lump in my pants too!
Erin started scrubbing Rudy's nuts with cleansing agent and he started getting
a hard on. This set the girls off again.
She gave him a shot of xylocaine at the base of his nuts and waited for it to
take effect. Everyone was quiet with anticipation. Mia seemed restless. I
looked over at her and she was rubbing her crotch against the fence board she
was sitting on. She caught me watching her and smiled. Karen's nipples wer
very obvious thru her tank top and Beth seemed to be having a hard time
catching her breath.
Everyone held thier breath as Erin placed the tip of the scalpel at the base
of his sak, inserted the blade and cut downward. The incision went all the way
to the bottom of his sak. She pulled his sak open and forced out his
testicles. Beth handed her the suture thread and she tied off the cords on
both of his balls. Mia held out the surgical basin as Erin cut first one ball
free and then the other and dropped them into the stainless steel bowl.
I found myself pressing my raging hard on against the rail fence. I looked
around and saw Karen flushed, Mia with a wet spot beginning in her riding
pants and Beth's hands were shaking.
With a shudder, I came in my pants. I don't think anyone noticed, but I was
embarrased that I was so turned on.
The tension was broken when Erin Said, " Now you won't have those things
dangling between your legs anymore." The girls decided to saddle up and go
riding.
I went on home. I couldn't get the sight of those two huge balls sitting in
the basin out of my mind. I took a long hot bath and shaved all the hair off
my cock and balls. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at
myself, dreaming about how it would be to cut my balls out. I stoked myself
and held my balls tight between my thumb and forefinger, stretching them down
as for as they would go. I came all over my hand and belly.
Beth walked in a few hours later, smelling of horse and randy as hell. She
stripped down in the living room and told me to mount her like she was a mare
in heat! She was on her hands and knees with her shaved pussy glistening at me
with her wetness. I got behind her and drove in hard. She reached between her
legs and took ahold of my balls and pulled me into her hard. It didn't take
long for me to fill her pussy with cum.
"I like the way you shaved your cock and balls for me " she said. "Why?"
I had to admit that seeing Rudy loose his nuts had turned me on. She said
that's all they could talk about on thier ride. Mia had even asked Erin if she
had ever done a guy.
I couldn't believe what she was saying. That a bunch of girls would be talking
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My First Scrotal Infusion | STRAIGHT, Scrotal Infusion | Documentation of the experience of a man\'s first scrotal infusion. | ` Report of my First Scrotal Infusion `
By: Dino, translated by MEMBERNO
I set a date and precise time, at which my patient was to receive his first
scrotal infusion. The anticipation always made me horny and moved me to
masturbate several times a day. The thought of getting a fully distended ball
sack, caused by infusion, made my penis hard every time, without having to
touch it.
A few days later it was time. I jerked off and watched some pornos. In exactly
two hours it would be time. When it was time, I wanted to give the patient
some shock treatment. So, I blasted my balls and prick hard with current. Next
I took twenty cards with beautful women and laid them face down on the table.
After each shock torture session, I took one of the cards at random and turned
it face up as a reward. There would be shock torture until the picture of Lady
Diana turned up.
I obediently treated myself with a full pressure stream and then pulled the
twelfth card out. It was Lady Diana. At the sight of her I got very turned on.
For her I would even have allowed myself to be castrated. I immediately
removed the electrodes, and said to myself: “The next, please.” I imagined I
was sitting in the waiting room of a lady urologist and had been called into
her treatment room. “Good day, Mr. Root. You are suffering from a problem with
your testicles. Please, undress completely and position yourself on my desk
with your legs spread,” the doctor said. Now I imagined how she would examine
me. Brutally, she pulled back my foreskin and squeezed my balls painfully.
Using several fingers, she examined my prostate through my rectum. Then the
lady doctor said to me, that I had a too small scrotum and that my testicles
could not float correctly. “I’ll give you an infusion.”
Now I tied my penis fast to my belly to allow full access to my nuts. Then I
took two needles out of their coverings and pulled my scrotum forward a bit. I
felt a bit shaky already about injecting an infusion into my own scrotum. I
penetrated my scrotum with a needle. It was a sexy feeling, when I stuck the
needle deep into my sack. I could even feel how the tip of the needle was
touching reproductive glands. Now I connected the infusion bag (sterile 0.9%
salt solution), and immediately opened the valve all the way. The infusion
dripped and my sack expanded. There was a strange, exciting feeling on my
balls. I stood there, legs spread wide apart and watched my ball sack deform.
After half an hour I stopped, because there were already 700 ml in my sack and
that was enough for the firt time. I removed the needle and untied my penis.
Man, that was a turn-on. I had a gigantic scrotum, 13” in circumference, 4”
wide, hanging down 7”. I took my dick in hand and jerked off. I attempted to
grab my scrotum with my other hand, but it was bigger than my hand. Right at
the start of jerking off, the little tadpoles were wanting to shoot out of my
dick head. But, nothing doing. I stopped and applied the electrodes again. The
scrotal collar still just fit. I turned it on and it was splendid. It was
twice as intense as when I had a small sack. I kept turning the regulator up,
but at the one-third setting (5 volts, 1.8 amperes), my white soup released
itself.
Now I stood up and walked around a while. The sack pressed my thighs and I had
to walk with my legs somewhat further apart. I let my dangling sack swing back
and forth between my legs. I crazy sensation. A cow on the meadow with a full
udder probably felt the same.
It would have been impossible to conceal my bulging sack in my pants on the
same evening. So, I stayed home and put on my jogging pants. Until I fell
asleep in front of the TV, I kept my hand on my scrotum all the time. It was
so cool. In bed, though, I could only lie on my side after putting a thick
pillow between my knees. The next, I was only half as large and some fluid was
still seeping from the site of the injection, so that I had to change my
underpants two to three times a day. It now fit well into my large pants, but
it was still visible and it was still OK to sit. If anyone should look at my
pants!
Summary:
1\. The needle stick hurt a bit, but pains in the scrotum and penis are good!
2\. I have to recommend it to anyone who wants exceptionally sexy things in
their pubic area.
3\. Next time I’m going to introduce no less than 1500 ml into my sack, with
my goal being 2000 ml.
4\. Next time I’m going to use at least twice as much solution. A small and a
large bottle of .9% salt solution are ready to go.
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Russian Winter Part 3 | NULLIFICATION | Asoldier loses his jewels in the cold russian winter | ` The line cut deeper into my flesh.... `
The agonising sweet itch in my crotch grew more intense with each reverbration
of the ghastly music notes. although my consciounce was nagging at the depths
of my subconsciounce I could not suppress the reaction of my manhood.
"It seems to be more than even a female batallion can handle!" She was
hysterical with lust as she downed another vodka.... My eyes could not strain
from her clean shaven pussy- a delicate pearl waiting for the release that
only manhood could offer her.
The frenzy of the night seemed to take hold of me- and the battalion of
gourgeous women assembled in stages of undress around me." This throbbing
member is just too good to ignore"
She mounted me- but not after biting both my nipples to isanity. I could feel
the sticky blood running down my abdomen and forming a puddle of goo in my
pubic hair. "This will not do" she exclaimed promptly and dismounted. "I need
a light!" she anounced to the audience. From somewhere gasoline and matches
were produced. A deep guttural moan emmitted from the crowd as she poured the
cold tank diesoline over my exposed self....
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Lost Penis In Accident (personal anecdote) | I am 23, 185 cm, black hair, slim, like travelling, reading newspaper,
listening music. Studying civil engineering. I have lost my penis at an
accident with my motorcycle 4 years ago. The accident happened in
summer. I weared a pair of short slags only, no safety dress, when I
made a short ride with my motorbike in our village. A car hit me and I
came below my bike. My lower body got contact with the chain and foot
rests. I can't remember these things, but police suggested this way.
Additional to the direct injury there occured an infection one day later
because of dirt.
That time I got seriously injured and survived only due to good medical
help in a nearby hospital. The penis could not be rescued however. The
shaft with all erectile tissue had to be amputated due to the infection
and strong damage. It has been removed completed. No erectile tissue is
left. The urethral opening was relocated between scrotum and anus. Only
a short piece of the urethra could be saved by the doctors due to strong
damage during accident. Also the bladder had been injured. The closing
muscle does no longer work well. So I have to go to bathroom often
times. All wounds have healed so far. The testicles are working as
hormone producers, so that I have not to take hormones externally. My
sexual drive hase decreased strongly however after the accident.
Erections are no longer possible. Soft massage of my balls etc. is a
wonderful experience for me. I am very shy now.
First time in hospital I had a catheder after the surgeries. But after
one week I had to lern to use my new pee hole. In the beginning it was
very painfull because of wounds. It was difficult to do the job without
too much spray. Nowadays I can handle it quite good. Due to the very
back location of the opening I have to remove my slags for urinating. I
have to sit down for this business of course. Only this way I can pee
without spray Nude. I can use the urinal toilet with special pose only.
Practically I use the sitting toilet where no one can watch me. Because
of strongly reduced capacity of my bladder I have to pee quite often
since the accident.
For me the accident was a big change of life. Before that I had been
never thinking about such a handicap.
There are so many problems physically and mental. I was 18 yrs old when
it happened. At that time I was living with a lovely girlfriend. First
time she gave me good support already in hospital and later at home. But
after 6 months she went away with another boy.
I had several injuries, also broken legs. But that is all okay now.
"Downstairs" some organs had been badly hurt. Testicles (contusion),
urethra (rupture, shortened), bladder (rupture) and prostate (removed)
got much damage. Errections are no longer possible, there is nothing
left to grow and get hard. Only in my dreams I can have it, and it
happens. Generally my sex drive has reduced much. I have no more
ejaculations. Only from time to time, mostly at night, some liquid is
coming out of my pee hole.
In former times I enjoyed sauna and nude swimming. But nowaday I am shy
and try to avoid to show my genitals to others. The time in hospital
when I got a lot of treatments after the injury was horrible. Many
nurses and female doctors saw me.
I am still a human beeing, even without cock. But education of boys from
childhood on, gives the a feeling of importance of having a (big) penis.
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Sexual Slave (SM, Testicles, Penis?) | I can't remember anymore.
It wasn't like this always. I had a penis like most men.
It wasn't large, but it got the job done... I never realized that when I
talked to him,
that it would mean the end of my normal life.
My master found me drunk at a local bar. He took advantage of my current
state, and
brought me to his house.
He chained me to an X shaped rack. And raped my ass for what seemed like
days.
He brought his friends over, who all raped me, sucked my cock, and made me
suck their
cocks. This went on virtually steady for two weeks as best as I can make it
out. They
kept me on LSD the entire time.
After I don't remember how long I was a fuck slave, came the night of my
transformation.
My master tied me to the X rack yet again. He had invited all his friends
over. They
began fucking and sucking me like never before. Constant absolute total
anihaltion
through fucking. I was exhausted after I don't know how many hours of being
stimulated.
I was completly exhausted. Master then began massaging my now limp cock. He
then placed
tight bands around the bases of my penis and scrotum.
"You, my beloved slave, have been wonderful in your duties so far. To
reward you for such
complete and total sexual gratification ofy masters, I take from you the
one sacrfice
second only to your life it self, you balls and cock. I know you will be
happy to give
them up to please me."
I was, I love my master, and I will do anything to please him.
"Now is your time to feel pain my lovely slave."
With that, my master brought forth his blade. It was a curved blade, honed
to a razor
sharp edge. He craddled the bow of the blade under my dying scrotum. My
master kissed me
hard on the lips, released me and pulled the blade upward. I barely felt
it, and looked
down. It was a beautifully clean cut. An audience member then stiched the
wound. After an
hour or so of recovery and fucking among the audience, they brought out a
red hot branding
iron. They red hot steel scorched a pentagram on my left ass check. The
area around my piss
hole was tatooed, and so was my ass hole.
I now live my life for my master, and am his humble sexual servant. | {
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Indian 3 | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SNUFF | CONTINUING THE STORY, A SAVAGE INDIAN TRIBE AND THE ADVENTURESOF THE YOUNG COWBOY CAPTURED BY THEM. WHAT HE SAW!FEEDBACK WELCOME | ` A young cowboy was tied bent over a log, his hands tied to his ankles. `
On closer examination, it turned out it was one of the Native cowboys who had
mutilated my young friend. His firm young ass was in the air. His large balls
were hanging down over his firm cock. His cock was large and hung down,
pulsating, between his legs. It had a mushroom shaped head.
there he was left for some time. Later the medicine man came out and stuck his
hard cock into the young mans asshole and fucked him until he was ready
to come. Pulling out he shot his cum on the cowboys nuts and cock.
The medicine mans assistant came out and with his knife proceeded to cut away
the skin of the large set of nuts. Slowly he removed the nut sack and left the
cowboy with two bare nuts hanging down between his legs, his
ass still in the air and his cock hanging low between them.
At this point each of the Indian braves came over in turn and fucked the tied
up cowboy until they shot their heavy loads of cum on the cowboys two bare
nuts. The assistant was left to the last to fuck the now ravaged
asshole.
As he started to shoot his load of hot cum on the tortured cowboys nuts, he
reached down and yanked on the nuts of the cowboy until he had ripped them off
their cords. This left the cowboy nutless.
Taking a knife, he cut a long incision in the cowboys cock from the base of it
to the piss slit at the end of the large mushroom head. Taking a sharp piece
of metal he punctured two holes in the sides of the head of the
cock. Into these he inserted two metal rings. The cowboy had now been
castrated and had his cock permanently opened up with the two rings inserted
in it. A rawhide strap was tied to the rings and he was untied and led away
by his cock.
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The Redneck | TESTICLES, Joke | redneck goes to a clinic for an operation. Things do not go quite as he expected.. | ` One day, a burly redneck went into the clinic run by the woman doctor who
served his backwoods village. `
"Doctor," he boomed in a loud, deep voice. "I'm tired of women harrassing me
and making my life a misery....I want you to castrate me!!"
"A-a-are you sure??" stuttered the doctor.
"Of course I'm sure!!" said the redneck. "Stop messing about, hurry up and
castrate me!!"
Sure this was what he wanted, she put the redneck under the anaesthetic. She
cut out his two male jewels, and put them into the incinerator, where she put
all discarded organs.
As the redneck came round from the anaesthetic, the doctor said, "I notice you
were never circumcised. Do you want me to do that while you're still here?"
"Th-th-that's what I meant!!" screeched the redneck in a strange, high-pitched
voice. "'Circumcise'....that's what I meant!!D-d-doctor...w-w-what have you
done??"
* * * | {
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In The Line Of Duty | GAY, TESTICLES | Rookie cop has a tough first day. | My first night on the job. It was Halloween. My partner and I got
the call right after midnight. There was a lot of noise reported at
an abandoned warehouse. We went to check it out. We didn’t expect
to find anything.
Of course, when we arrive the place was dead quiet. Dave, my
partner, told me to go around to the right. He’d go to the left.
There were doors on both sides.
I went in with my gun drawn. I was nervous as shit. A cat probably
knocked over a piece of metal and this would have made an enormous
crashing sound. My flashlight was in my left hand.
I went in. It was very dark except for my light. A wall was
directly in front of me, about 6 feet in from the door. I directed
the light down the hall to my right. A loud crash hit behind me,
and I spun ready to shoot the son-of-a-bitch. I about shit my
pants. The metal door had slammed shut.
After I caught my breath and had a good internal chuckle, I told
myself to lighten up. My fucking nerves were going to get me killed.
My radio crackled and hissed. “What?” I asked much too harshly.
“Sam,” Dave addressed me. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I answered. “Then,
stop making so much fucking noise,” he said. “Sure,” I replied.
I turned around and out I went. I didn’t see a fucking thing. I
barely had time to register the pain. I didn’t know who or what had
hit me.
When I woke, my head hurt like hell. I was still in the warehouse.
This place had been used for meat packing. It was cold as hell. I
was fucking naked, hanging upside down from a meat hook. My feet
were roped together, and the rope was hanging over the hook.
I had no idea how long I’d been out. I guessed about 15 minutes
tops. I didn’t know where I was in the warehouse from the point
where I’d been knocked unconscious. I had been out long enough to
have been stripped, tied up, and hung up. I couldn’t see my
uniform or gun anywhere. There were a lot of dark corners. A
little bit of light was coming through the busted out windows from
the street lamps. My hands were tied behind my back, and I had a
gag shoved in my mouth.
I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. I tried to twist around
to get a better look. Everything is so much more difficult to
interpret when you’re fucking hanging upside down.
Dave was crouched in the shadows. He had his gun drawn and was
looking around. I started grunting. I just wanted the fuck cut
down. I was fucking naked, and it was fucking cold. He put his
finger to his lips motioning me to be quiet. When I grunted again,
he angrily mouthed “shut up”, so I shut up.
All I wanted was this fucking nightmare to be over. My first damned
day and I had been knocked unconscious, stripped naked, and hung
upside down from a meat hook in an abandoned warehouse. Things
couldn’t be more fucking humiliating.
After my partner had surveyed the area for several minutes (hours
the way it appeared from my vantage point), he slowly made his way
over to me. He pulled out his knife. A dark mass came up behind
him. I started grunting. I heard the thunk, and his body fell
over on me. I swung from the pressure, and he slid down off of me
and hit the floor. It looked like the black mass just came right up
out of the goddamned floor. I didn’t hear anyone approaching, and
there was shattered glass all over the floor.
The freak pulled Dave by his feet a couple feet away from me. He
was mostly behind me, and I tried to spin the hook around, but it
wouldn’t turn all the way. I saw the guy cutting off Dave’s
uniform. I knew I had to get Dave conscious, or we were fucked. I
started screaming as loudly as I could into the gag.
The guy ignored me for the most part and continued stripping Dave.
I got louder. The guy walked over to me and with Dave’s belt, he
smacked me across the ass. I was fucking stunned, at first, but it
hurt like hell. I guess it was just some kind of instinct from
my childhood but probably more from the frustration, humiliation,
and fear, but, man, I just started bawling. I was crying like a
fucking baby. Then, I started cursing this motherfucker like crazy.
I was screaming behind this gag, and I started swinging my body.
The fucker whacked my ass again. I screamed louder. He whacked me a
couple more times, and I decided to stop. All the noise hadn’t
roused Dave, and my ass stung like hell. I was still bawling, and
my hair was soaked from my tears. I was having trouble breathing. I
thought I was going to drown in my own snot and tears.
He got Dave hung up beside me. He left. I don’t know where the shit-
head went. We hadn’t called in. Someone should come looking for us.
Dave regained consciousness. We tried communicating, but since we
were cops and not goddamned dentists, we couldn’t understand a
fucking word we were grunting to each other.
The freak came back. We saw he was carrying our batons. I figured
he was going to beat us to death with our own damned batons. I saw
Dave’s eyes roll back in his head when the fucker pulled out a jar
of Vaseline. He started smearing Vaseline on our sticks. Goddamn,
we needed fucking back-up really damn quick. Where the hell was
everyone?
The guy took the stick and rammed it into Dave’s ass. It went about
three-quarters of the way in. For a split second I thought Dave was
dead. There was no noise. Then, he let out the worst, damn howl I’d
ever heard a man make. It was fucking unnatural. As Dave continued
shrieking, the fucker shoved my own baton down my ass. The pain tore
through my damned guts, and I must have blacked out.
When I came to, the guy had a knife and was cutting through Dave’s
ball sack. He was holding Dave’s nuts stretched way out from his
body, Dave was screaming and bouncing around. His nuts came off in
the guy’s hand.
He came toward me. Dave was crying and blood was running down his
stomach and back. He put Dave’s whole nut sack in his mouth and
chewed them up. I puked. I had to turn my head sideways as much as
I could because my damned puke was getting stuck in my nose, and I
was fucking strangling on my own vomit.
The guy yanked my nuts up and sawed through. The pain was
unbearable. The guy jerked his head like something had startled
him. He then ran off with my balls in his hand. That was when all
the back-up came busting in, too fucking late. The freak hasn’t
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