St Andrews Cross (Part 1)

GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, BODY MODS

Summary: Andy\'s story begins...

` “You look good this evening Boy!” the man in the black mask laughed. `

Andy didn't dare move.

He hung there. The strange metal cross that wrapped around his arms and legs,
suspending him was a vicious device.

If he moved small sharp needles pricked his already battered body.

Andy's tormentor stood back from his victim.

The spotlight penetrated the gloom of the cellar. illuminating his victim.

His latest boy hung in his cross. The device was quite simple really. A box
that fitted around the victim's arms and held them straight out from his body
in a T shape and similar boxes that held the victim's legs out at angle.

The boxes contained rings of needles hidden in foam rubber that encompassed
the victim's limbs. If the victims stayed perfectly still he was held
uncomfortably, but relatively pain free.

If he moved the needles bit painfully into the victim's flesh. Many a boy had
learnt to respect the pain this device could bring.

He moved a stool into position and sat in front of Andy's genitals. Andy's
large circumcised cock and balls hung unfettered.

“Now boy this little device is guarenteed to give you pain and me immense
pleasure!” He said as he picked up a small metal device from the tray attached
to the stool.

“Look down PUNK!!” the man screamed at Andy, who reluctantly did as he was
told.

“Now watch what is happening!” The man said as he pulled Andy's soft dick out
from his body as far as it could go. The touch of the man's leather gloved
hand repulsed Andy. The feel of that glove always brought more pain.

The man placed a cock ring over the head of Andy's dick , pulling Andy's balls
through. A rod came straight out from the top of the ring and ran along the
upper-side of Andy's dick. To this rod were attached adjustable rings. The man
pulled again on Andy's dick, wrenching it out from Andy's body so hard that
Andy felt his cock was being pulled from his body. The man began closing the
rings, starting with one right behind Andy's cockhead, thus keeping Andy's
cock at its painful extension. Then one by one the rings were closed around
Andy's dick.

The man smiled at his victim. “Boy, this has not finished.” With that he took
a key and began tightening each of the rings. Andy screamed as each ring was
tightened until his cock was squashed into a long finger of intense pain.

“Now let’s see how those balls feel.” The man fondled Andy’s unprotected
balls.

“Very nice, but I do think they need some work don’t you?”

Andy looked down through tears from the pain pulsing through his body from his
imprisoned dick, at his doomed testicles.

“Answer me!!!” The man exclaimed.

“Yes sir.” Said Andy meekly.

The man smiled and returning to the tray of metal items attached to the stool
he ran his fingers over the series of odd shapes on the tray. The shiny metal
devices glinted in the spotlight.

Andy could barely hold back the screams, as the pain from his cock became
almost unbearable.

The man found what he wanted and picked it up. “A pleasant thing this. I am
told that the pain is long and deep with this one!” He said smiling once more
at Andy.

“Now punk, this will hurt” The man laughed!

The man fitted an extension to the cock ring that looked like a vice. He
pushed Andy’s balls in to the device and began tightening it. It was a vice, a
ball vice. Slowly, with each turn more pressure was exerted on Andy’s balls.
The pain seared into Andy’s mind, a deep dull pain that contrasted with the
sharpness of the needles and the constricting pain of the penis brace.

What more could the man do to him, Andy thought……

To be continued

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CASTRATO

Summary: A singer and a poet

I do not know why my father had me castrated. There was no reason for it; out
family was not wealthy, but neither were we poor. As I grew older I learned
what it meant to be a eunuch. In the opera house I was adored, applauded,
worshiped, outside I was merely as mutilated man, a monster. The loneliness
and unhappiness of castrati is what many do not see. We could love, but who
would love us? I resigned myself to a life of loneliness. What else was there
to do but sing?

I made my professional debut when I was fifteen in an opera composed by my
beloved teacher Porpora. It was after the performance at palazzo Torella that
I met twenty-two year old Pietro Trapassi, the famous poet known as
Metastasio. There he embraced me a first called me his beloved twin. "No one
can explain the magic of Farinelli's voice capable of delighting princes,
enchanting men and making women faint!" We had much in common, and formed a
close friendship. Sometimes he would tease that our love for one another might
be considered sinful. In 1730 Metastasio went to Vienna as court poet for the
Habsburgs in Vienna.

~

On the walls portraits of public figures and the Emperor hung, along with
landscapes of Italy. The alabaster fireplace warmed us from the chill night
air. He handed me a poem to read, one that he insisted I should set to music.
"Your music to my poems are expressive, Carlo, graceful, and the legitimate
offspring of one arrived at supremacy in the art." he paused, picking up the
paper on which he had written his libretto. It spoke of the great love that
the Trojan Nisus held for Euryalus, and of how he sacrificed his own life
rather than allow his beloved friend to go alone to death. The words brought a
blush to my cheek, and I found myself looking up at Pietro, whose eye was
prepared to catch mine.

"Is that not true love?" he said in a gentle voice. "Is this not love that two
men may share?" And he bent his head toward mine.

I stammered. "I was taught that I must not embrace any man with such love."

He took my face into his hands and slowly kissed my lips again and again. I
could feel Pietro's hands on my large chest, removing my vest, untying the
lace cravat that hid my neck that had no Adam ’s apple. Before I knew it, arms
were moving, hands rubbing at exposed flesh, long fingers fumbling at buttons,
and all the while moving backwards to the rosewood bed. I kissed harder. No
thought. Just touch. My body-

I pulled away, afraid of what was happening to me. "This is impossible."

"I do not mean to make you feel inadequate."

I turned away from the man whom I loved above all other men. My body,
mutilated in the name of art, was inadequate, whether I felt it or not.

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Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence


My Greatest Mistake

My Greatest Mistake.

I was going for a walk when a young woman, about 25, 5''7", quite weak
looking,
approached. She was wearing cowboy boots and a long coat. She, for no apparant
reason
blocked my way. "Can I help you?" I asked. "On your knees Mister". "What???".
"You heard,
on your knees". "Dont be stupid. I'm a man. I'm bigger than you, and a lot
stronger than ...".
The impact of her boot smashing into my balls, stopped me short. I looked up
at her. "That's
better" she uttered as she thrust her fist into my face. She followed that by
another punch
and a winding kick into my stomach.
As I lay on my side, getting my breadth back. I felt her place a choker chain
around
my neck. As I recovered, she pulled the chain tight and she walked me to her
house on my
knees. On entering her house, she locked the door, took off my choker and
ordered me to
strip. I hesitated. She sneared and said "Come on now, remember you are bigger
and
stronger than me". We both knew what she meant. I took off my shirt, shoes,
and socks. I
looked up as I undid my trousers. She grinned. I took off my pants and stood
in front of her,
naked and very vulnerable. She opened her coat and withdrew a small cane from
an inside
pocket. She dropped her coat to the floor. She was naked except for her boots
and cane. For
the first time in my life I could compare a normal looking male, me, with a
normal looking
female and see a female that looked invincible.
"Erection, please". I was terrified. I grabbed my cock and stroked it, shook
it and
somehow got it up. Thank God I thought. She came toward me and said "Dont
loose it now".
With that she swung her cane upwards, right into my balls. My erection died
instantly. "Dont
loose it, or you'll loose your cock, Mister". Oh my God, I grabbed it again,
coaxed it
desperatley erect again, only to be caned in the balls again. This continued
for about 10
more hits before to my disbeleif my cock stayed erect despite her continued
caning.
After 40 of the best, I was totally unable to move, but my cock still stood
stiff. I lay
motionless with pain emitting from my testicles, parralising my entire body.
She mounted me
and rode me for a while. "Down" she said. My erection just fell and my cock
shrivelled to
under a inch in respect for her power.
Well, you did well Mister. You managed to pass your penis training without
losing it.
A big strong man's penis learns that it belongs to a woman. I didn't know what
she meant
until later.
For a week, I couldn't get an erection. I tried and tried. I had to go back to
her. She
was right. My penis was hers. I no longer had a penis. It obeyed her every
command, verbal,
finger motions, even smiles. She is very open. She has said that if I ask her
to cut my cock
and balls off then she will. She likes to laugh about it every now and again.
But until that time
I can at least enjoy a little pleasure from the warm feeling between my legs
when her penis is
erect.
On my tenth visit, she decided to take me for a walk. She placed a collar
around my
neck. She then grabbed my balls and pushed them tight into one end of my
scrotum and tied
them in position with a ribbon. She then tied the ribbon to a lead and off we
went. I was
naked and on all fours being lead by my balls, through the streets. I could
feel my balls being
lifted up into the air from between my legs. We went through the grounds of an
old folks
home. We came across 2 elderely ladies chatting. "oooh, you youngsters, your
so much
more adventurous than we were." "You ladies, must have put up with alot of
crap from men"
my mistress responded. "You could say that". "See his balls, give them a good
kick, go on".
The first old lady kicked me so hard I collapsed in the mud. The second one
turned me over
and stamped down on my balls and then my cock. "Oh, thank-you deary - that was
great". My
Mistress whisperred something to them and they giggled. I was rolling in agony
on the floor.
It was time to fight the pain and go. She was pulling me along by my balls. I
was struggling to
keep up. We got back in the house and I collapsed on the kitchen floor. I
awoke to the
realisation that I was being hoisted up the wall by my ankles. When I was
finally hanging in
free air she attached a noose to my genitals. She said "Just ask and I will
cut you down".
With that she released the ropes from my ankles. "Oh my god" I screamed. The
pain was
unbareable. Without thinking I shouted cut me down. With that phrase
resounding around the
kitchen, she took her carving knife and cut me down. The pain from my genitals
stopped and
I landed on the floor. I looked up to see my Mistress with a big grin and in
her hands she was
holding my genitals. "Your free to go"


His and Hers Castration Cuisine

Summary: The high seas provide highly-erotic delights...

They met on a Club Dead cruise.

They weren't no Jerry Garcia fans. Club Dead cruises are not for Dead Heads,
but for those who fascinate about Dead Dickheads, and other necro-genital
fetishes.

The cruises always head into international waters, Earth's fascinating last
frontier with virtually no rules. No rules against no balls, no rules against
no dick, no rules against gloriously accepting the temptation of the
castration fascination.

Club Dead is a no-clothes no-time club -- so there actually is one strict
rule. No nude, no go.

You should have seen all those tanned bodies on deck in the care-free
Carribean sunshine. All those cocks and all those balls. Not!

The ball-less have a ball strutting their stuff, or at least showing off where
their stuff used to be. The penis-less are the Kings of Strut (or Queens,
depending on their preference of the moment).

But, the club is not restricted to those who lost their balls and/or cock. It
is also open to those who never had no cock or no balls (also known as women),
if they are supportive of those with, or in the process of, male genital
reduction.

Furthermore, the men in the club do not have to have lost anything. Yet.

It is a sure bet that if anyone has anything left to lose, they will leave it
behind when they go home. The attraction of the castration fascination is just
too damn fun. Even when the seas are choppy, there is usually a whole lot of
choppin' goin' on.

Especially about an hour before the dinner bell rings.

No one ever has to ask, because the bell does toll for parts of he. His parts
are on the menu.

The sun may rise tomorrow, but the sun is becoming more of an be an exclusive
riser. With many new eunuchs being made for meals, there will be no more "also
rising" for them.

Such wonderful meals! -- as most of us already know, having had the pleasure
of eating all or part of our own cock/ball combos at one time or another. More
than anyone, we can appreciate the gastric delights at the Club Dead dinners.

She was hungry. He was hungry.

They were both mesmerized by the fresh catch of crabby lobsters snapping
around in the elegant dining room's acquarium. We've all seen lobster
acquariums at restaurants, but I would guess that most have not seen a lobster
tank quite like this one.

Like ships, the lobster tank has portals. Portals for men with parts left to
shove those parts right in for Crustacean CBT.

You would have thought those snappy lobsters, instead of the mostly-homo
homosapiens, were the hungry ones. A bare hard cock barely had time to get
hard when a lobster, or two or three or thirty, would clamp a claw around it.

Their eyes met through the riled-up waters. They were both bent down to get a
better look at a 12-inch cock with a dozen lobster claws clenched damn-hard on
the hard-on. They were both equally excited by the scene.

But for somewhat different reasons.

The visual stimulation was similarly erotic for both he and she. But he also
enjoyed a tactile stimulation, because it was his 12-inch cock being tightly-
squeezed by the 12 red organic vicegrips.

She moved around the tank to talk. Small talk about his big cock.

"Nice cock ya got there," she said to break the ice. "I wish those lobsters
would break his balls," she thought to herself at the same time.

"Thank you. Too bad you don't have a cock, because this feeling is fucking
unbelievable."

"It does look like fun. And it is so erotic and mouth-watering, it makes my
nipples extra long and extra hard."

Just as she spoke the words, she thought, "Why not? Let's see if a lobster can
take a nip or two at my nipples." She pressed her large tits into the two
portals next to her new 12-inch friend, who she was finding as attractive as
the lobsters obviously did.

He looked good enough to eat, she thought. And she hoped.

"Ready to dine?" he asked.

"Just let me have about twenty more lobsters squeeze the shit out my nipples,
and I'll be ready to eat something, that's for sure."

Although dark, they decided an on-deck torch-lit picnic would provide the
perfect ambiance for their first date. They brought a bunch of lobsters with
them.

She laughed to herself as they spread the blanket and arranged things for
dinner. What amused her was the irony that she hated "clingy" men, and here
she was with 12 lobsters still clinging to her new man's 12-inch member. But
fair is fair she thought, because she herself still had two lobsters gripping
each nipple.

The scene was funny, but also damn erotic. Try walking around acting casual
with several lobsters clamping down on something sensitive. It puts one in a
pretty damn good mood.

The portable pot of boiling water should have had the lobsters snapping out of
their damn good mood, because they were about to be part of the damn good
meal. Just for fun, he dipped his 12 clinging lobsters into the cauldron of
death while they were still clinging to his 12 inches. She did likewise with
the four on her two tits.

Although their death was nearly in an instant, in that instant the lobsters
gave the best squeeze of their lives. Another thing you really have to try
sometime, such an ultimate turn-on.

As the lobsters released their grip and released their last breath, she turned
to him. "I'd say we boil your cock right now too," she mused, "but we'll wait
until the claw marks heal a bit. How about boiling your beautiful balls?"

"That's why I am here. That's why they are here," was his eager response.

She noticed that he had begun the preparation for his ball departation many
hours ago. How fortunate. The elastrator band had almost finished its job just
in time for the main course.

Puffed up like a puff fish, his balls were ready, ready, ready. Steady,
steady, steady as he leaned over the lobster pot and eased his scrotum through
the steam portal. Perfect fit. Both his balls and the steam were trapped with
the simmering lobsters.

She lovingly sucked his clawed-up cock as his balls cooked up. "Mind if I
start with an apetizer?" she teased.

No man refuses a blow job (but then again, some men on welfare refuse all
jobs).

The last load of his life popped into her mouth just as the pop-off valve
released on the lobster pot. Steam whistled out to signal their meal was
ready. She tried to whistle her approval, but it is hard to whistle with a
mouth full of boiling semen. Find a willing sea man and try it some time.

They ate his balls first. He just laid back and let her carve right into them.
Oh, the delicious aroma as she sliced the scrotum and the puff of tasty testes
filled the air.

When you have a romantic dinner like this, you can appreciate the divine
reason why men have two balls. He ate, she ate. The division was equal, and
the taste was especially divine.

They mixed a little lobster meat in with the large man meat, both agreeing in
sensuous silence that this was the best meal they ever had. She deciding in
continued silence that she would provide dessert.

With the lobster pot still steaming, she pulled her large breasts together and
inserted both nipples into the steam vent. Another perfect fit. Now there was
a woman who can cook, and be cooked.

Tits steamed to perfection, he produced his handy elastrator and placed the
proper size bands around her boob tips.

Her turn to lay back.

Sip, sip on the champagne. Then snip, snip and her two tips top off the pefect
meal.

Classy Bitch is a cocky (but happily cock-less) cook herself.

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My great mistake

Summary: dont make the same mistake twice - if you can

My Greatest Mistake.

	I was going for a walk when a young woman, about 25, 5''7",
quite weak looking, approached.  She was wearing cowboy boots and a
long coat. She, for no apparant reason blocked my way. "Can I help
you?" I asked. "On your knees Mister". "What???". "You heard, on your
knees". "Dont be stupid. I'm a man. I'm bigger than you, and a lot
stronger than ...". The impact of her boot smashing into my balls,
stopped me short. I looked up at her. "That's better" she uttered as
she thrust her fist into my face. She followed that by another punch
and a winding kick into my stomach.

	As I lay on my side, getting my breadth back. I felt her
place a choker chain around my neck. As I recovered, she pulled the
chain tight and she walked me to her house on my knees. On entering
her house, she locked the door, took off my choker and ordered me to
strip. I hesitated. She sneared and said "Come on now, remember you
are bigger and stronger  than me". We both knew what she meant. I
took off my shirt, shoes, and socks. I looked up as I undid my
trousers. She grinned. I took off my pants and stood in front of her,
naked and very vulnerable. She opened her coat and withdrew a small
cane from an inside pocket. She dropped her coat to the floor. She
was naked except for her boots and cane. For the first time in my
life I could compare a normal looking male, me, with a normal looking
female and see a female that looked invincible.

	"Erection, please". I was terrified. I grabbed my cock and
stroked it, shook it and somehow got it up. Thank God I thought. She
came toward me and said "Dont loose it now". With that she swung her
cane upwards, right into my balls. My erection died instantly. "Dont
loose it, or you'll loose your cock, Mister". Oh my God, I grabbed it
again, coaxed it desperatley erect again, only to be caned in the
balls again. This continued for about 10 more hits before to my
disbeleif my cock stayed erect despite her continued caning.

	After 40 of the best, I was totally unable to move, but my
cock still stood stiff. I lay motionless with pain emitting from my
testicles, parralising my entire body. She mounted me and rode me for
a while. "Down" she said. My erection just fell and my cock
shrivelled to under a inch in respect for her power.

	Well, you did well Mister. You managed to pass your penis
training without losing it. A big strong man's penis learns that it
belongs to a woman. I didn't know what she meant until later.

	For a week, I couldn't get an erection. I tried and tried. I
had to go back to her. She was right. My penis was hers. I no longer
had a penis. It obeyed her every command, verbal, finger motions,
even smiles. She is very open. She has said that if I ask her to cut
my cock and balls off then she will. She likes to laugh about it
every now and again. But until that time I can at least enjoy a
little pleasure from the warm feeling between my legs when her penis
is erect.

	On my tenth visit, she decided to take me for a walk. She
placed a collar around my neck. She then grabbed my balls and pushed
them tight into one end of my scrotum and tied them in position with
a ribbon. She then tied the ribbon to a lead and off we went.  I was
naked and on all fours being lead by my balls, through the streets. I
could feel my balls being lifted up into the air from between my
legs. We went through the grounds of an old folks home. We came
across 2 elderely ladies chatting. "oooh, you youngsters, your so
much more adventurous than we were." "You ladies, must have put up
with alot of crap from men" my mistress responded. "You could say
that". "See his balls, give them a good kick, go on". The first old
lady kicked me so hard I collapsed in the mud. The second one turned
me over and stamped down on my balls and then my cock. "Oh, thank-you
deary - that was great". My Mistress whisperred something to them and
they giggled. I was rolling in agony on the floor. It was time to
fight the pain and go. She was pulling me along by my balls. I was
struggling to keep up. We got back in the house and I collapsed on
the kitchen floor. I awoke to the realisation that I was being
hoisted up the wall by my ankles. When I was finally hanging in  free
air she attached a noose to my genitals. She said "Just ask and I
will cut you down". With that she released the ropes from my ankles.
"Oh my god" I screamed. The pain was unbareable. Without thinking I
shouted cut me down. With that phrase resounding around the kitchen,
she took her carving knife and cut me down. The pain from my genitals
stopped and I landed on the floor. I looked up to see my Mistress
with a big grin and in her hands she was holding my genitals. "Your
free to go now" she said.

	That was the last I saw of her and my genitals. The other day
I was walking past the old folks home when the 2 old ladies
approached. They said "Excuse me, sonny, but the lady you were with.
Did she chop it off. Your meat and veg". "I'm afraid so" I replied.
"What a woman - she chooped it off". They walked off into the
distance mumbling "Ooooh she chopped it off".


Almost lost my balls streaking

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# Almost lost my balls streaking

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I love to streak. There was a place near by where lots of kids
went to streak. It was like a big wide hiking trail. I went
there to try it. I stripped in a remote part of the trail
and hid in the brush. A few people hiked by but were not
"right" so I let them pass by. After 45 minutes or so, a
drop dead beautiful woman came hiking down the trail. She
looked to be in her 50's but she had a body that wouldn't
quit. She had on hiking boots, short shorts, and a braless
strapped tshirt. Her mellons were big and ripe. They hung down
a little low because of her age but were still great. They
bounced and jiggled as she walked. She had long bleach blonde
hair. My uncircumcised 7 inch long cock popped up to full
erection. She was the one to streak! I could feel the cool air
on my shaved ballsack as I began my streak. I ran down the
trail with my rock hard cock flopping back and forth against
my legs. By balls bounced even more than her tits. She looked
at me and glanced down at my bare package which only made me
hornier. She kept walking at the same speed. I ran by her in
all my naked glory. I looked back to see her looking back at
me. I turned and streaked towards her again. Just as I got
to her, she stuck out her foot and I tripped. I fell flat on
my face just past her. My legs were spread like a V. She
stepped in between them and gave a hard kick with the toe of
her boot right on both my bare testicles. With a loud grunt, I
let out every drop of air I had. I felt like she had kicked
my testicles into my mouth. I doubled over and held myself. I
did this so fast, my legs were past my cock and balls. My legs
squeezed togeather leaving my penis and testicles out in the
open. I gasped and gasped for air. This woman put the flat
part of the bottom of her hiking boot right on my ballsack and
began to push down. The pain was almost too much to stand. She
said "how do you like those apples, natureboy?".She let up
and then stepped down again. I let out a grunt with every
step. She pulled her foot off then stompped down on my nuts,
hard. The woman stepped back and gave my balls another kick
with the toe of her boot. I don't know how I did it but I
was able to get enough air to squeek out "please stop". She
said OK natureboy. Had enough?" I squeeked out "yes". She
went on her way. I stayed there on the ground for 20 minutes.
I was able to move so I crawled off to the woods and hid.
Quite a few people hiked by before I was able to make my way
bact to my clothes and get home. I almost lost my little
boys. She had busted my balls bad. I ended up having to get
medical help. It took me 3 months to get over my bust. My ass
was kicked bad by a 50 year old
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It's Your Choice

Summary: Boys learn that crime doen\'t pay.

` John Carter silently crept through the brush along the creek that bisected
his farm. His destination was a small shed, sometimes used for hay and
machinery storage into which he had observed two kids entering a half hour
ago. `

His property was posted against tresspassing and hunting, but his last visit
to the shed had revealed some cigarette butts, beer cans, and a oddly stained
porno magazine. He suspected that the kids were the two who, along with their
families, had recently moved to a nearby mobile home park. The community had
been a safeand quiet place to live until then, but he had his tires slashed,
Fred Jackson's bird dog had been mutilated just last week, and Oscar Jones'
chicken house had mysteriously caught fire.

He smelled cigarette smoke as he approached the shed and the two adolescents'
conversation drew him, like a magnet, to spy on them instead of just running
them off. A broken siding board provided him with a view to the activities.

Two boys, both about thirteen, were naked. One was lying on his back with his
legs apart fondling himself, and the other, with his back towards John, was
kneeling in front of him.

"I don't want to do it!" the kneeling boy said.

"You have to." his companion replied. " We had a Bet. You said that I didn't
have the guts to cut that dog's nuts off. I did and this is your payback for
losing the bet."

"I didn't ask you to suck me after I torched that chucken house." the kneeling
boy stated.

"That wasn't a bet, but a dare, and there is a difference. Besides, if you
suck me I'll suck you."

That seemed to settle the matter and the kneeling boy bent forward and opened
his mouth. John Carter extracted the slingshot he carried to keep varmits out
of his garden and let a missile fly, nailing the kneeling boy sqarely in his
dangling balls.

The boy let out a choking gasp and rolled into a ball, while his companion
screamed and grabbed his beeding bitten cock.

John, who had been a rodeo cowboy fifty years ago, quickly bulldogged the
boys, bound their hads behind them with some discarded baling twine, sat them
down, and used more of the twine to secure them by their necks to a stall
divider post. He then rummaged around in a toolbox and returned with two hose
clamps, a pair of pliers, and a six foot length of light chain.

"You little bastards are about to get just what you deserve." he lectured."And
this won't hurt me nearly as much as it will you."

He then opened a hose clamp passes it through a link of the chain, kicked one
boy's legs apart, grabbed him by the nuts, and tightened the hose clamp
securely around the screaming boy's scrotum. The free end of the chain was
then fed through a gate rail hole in the post and the process was repeated on
the other vandal. He finished his work by folding the end of each hose clamp
over and jamming the threads of the screws to make removal impossible without
cutting the steel clamps or severing what they secured.

He then stepped back, surveyed his work, threw the pliers into the far corner
and called Fre Jackson on his cell phone.

"I caught the little cocksuckers who nutted your Labrador and burned Oscar's
chickenhouse. If anyone asks, just say I was with you two playing cards all
morning. See you later."

He then went to the boy'd clothes and returned with their cigarettes and a
pocketknife. He cut the twine that secured their hands and necks, helped them
to their feet, and wedged the knife into the post within their reach. He then
lit a cigarette, coughed, and tossed it into a pile of loose in the corner.

"These things are hazardous to your health. You should qiut them." he said as
a wisp of smoke rose from the straw. "Ther's only onr way to free yourselves
before this place burns. Both of you die or live, and one gets to keep his
nuts. It's your choice. I'll ley you decide which way it's going to be." he
said as he stolled out of the shed and headed for Fred's place and a cold
beer.

That's all, folks

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Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence


Moonlight Feasting -- Part One

Summary: A willing man offers his manhood for sacrifice to the Female Moon Goddess Selene...seeking her favor and magic gifts. The setting is a coven of women under a full Moon.He is offered up by the High Priestess Tiffany for harvesting.

Moonlight Feasting -- Part One, by Aethean

Disclaimer: For Adults Only and only for areas such depictions are
legal.  Totally fiction and fantasy and for recreational reading
only.  Not intended to

promote or sanction such activity in real life.

If torture, cannibalism, and explicit erotica offend you...do not
read this. Please do not repost but by doing so you assume complete
and full liability and

responsibility for doing so. This story is free and has some
redeeming social values...SUCH AS FREEDOM OF RELIGION.

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Bound and helpless I am tied by wrists and ankles to the rigid frame
of oak.

The full Moon is overhead and casts shadows
upon the ground. The Moon the symbol of female power and magic.

In my nakedness I tremble, but
not from the cool night air.

Figures move in the moonlight --
unmistakedly naked female forms in the night.

The smell of aroused sex is
in the air.

Voices, their words not audible, speak and
whisper around me...Excited female sounds.

My manhood as if sensing it's destiny
extends like a sword of flesh from my
groin...foreskin retracts to expose the head.
My scrotum hangs low and heavy with the
succulent male eggs within.

One by one and two by twos the
female shapes come close.
Soft fingers...some bold and some shy
touch and feel the offering.

I see dark hair, like a waterfall, cover my
belly...
and I cry out as velvet lips kiss and move
over me.

The intense pleasure is interrupted by the cold night air as the first
woman pulls back... and another kneels to taste me.

Each mouth is distinct...some very gentle and others very cruel.
I shudder when I feel my balls swallowed whole...and the threat of
female teeth makes me sweat with anxiety.

A short, thin woman takes my
load...choking and trying to swallow every drop. Another pushes her
aside to lick my throbbing meat clean.

I am enclosed by the bodies of naked, wanton women, some are moaning and
touching themselves...each other.

All of them compete to take their turn
at kissing and sucking the meat...nibbling and teasing with sharp cruel
teeth.

This must be some very intense wet dream...one I have wished for
for all of my life, but never had with such reality.

My penis tingles
and spasms and my balls churn with pressure as the females center their
attentions on them.

My whole conciousness is centered on my manhood...on
the needful women...and what I consentually offered myself to them for.

Pain and pleasure become as one...and I cannot stop either...I am tied
and helpless.

Suddenly in the distance I see a tall beautiful Goddess-like woman, wearing a mask.
Tiffany stands by the fire holding a large knife in her hand!
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Please finish this Tiffany...you are as my Goddess and you tell me what
happens to me. Tell me what I would feel and experience at your
Moonlight feast. Let your words make my fantasy come alive...an alive
dream for me.
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Do not repost please.   ©


Indian Eunuch (True) The final blow.

TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other: Eunuch of India

Summary: A story cut from The Metropolitan Newspaper about an Indian getting Castrated against his will.

The final blow to my manhood

My name is Shabnam and I am a eunuch. I was not born so...well,
this story is about how a young man called Aslam was turned into
Shabnam overnight...through a barbaric operation. The deep gash of
a knife that you see on my face is a recent one. I got it a few
days back in a scuffle at the Old Delhi Railway.
One customer, a very tall young man, tried to run away by not
paying me after we had sex behind the public urinals. I was soon
overpowered by him, though I myself am quite strong. Luckily, a
cop, who is also my “admirer”, came to my rescue. As I stood before
the mirror at home that night, attending to the bleeding cut in my
left cheek with an anti-septic cream, I was suddenly filled with a
twinge of pity for myself. Where has Fate brought me? I almost wept
as I looked at my pathetic, painted face, kohl-lined eyelashes,
balls of wool in my kameez and a woman’s dress with a red dupatta,
hanging about me as if on a dressmaker’s mannequin.

Contrast this with my image of only three years ago, to which the
mirror hanging in my old Seelampuri one-room flat has been witness.
I was a handsome young man of 27, clean-shaven and always dressed
simply in a white shirt and black trousers ( my favourite), in
which I would sit for hours at the sewing-machine. I was a tailor
in Moradabad. Since it was an old, shabby quarter where I had my
little shop perched atop a hair-dresser’s, with whom I shared a
common stairway, all sorts of customers frequented my shop. Among
them were a group of hijras who came almost every night, since I
was soon hooked on grass and other drugs of which they always had a
good supply. As time went by, I didn’t mind even being paid in
drugs for the clothes I (or, rather my assistant) sewed for them.
And, they in turn, used my shop, after closing time, as a
convenient joint for their drunken get-togethers.

Little did I suspect how cunningly the clap-trap had laid for me.
And I, the fool I was, myself walked into it. On a pretext, they
took me one evening to the outskirts of the city, for a “drinking
session”, persuaded by one elderly hijra ( addressed by others as
guru of their dham), where they kept me confined in an old,
deserted house, feeding me on opium and milk for three days (a
ritual they judiciously follow before the main ceremony).

Then came the night that ruined my life. Under a full moon, dozens
of colourfully dressed hijras had gathered with dhol-beaters. In a
state of drunken stupor, I was brought to a raised mound of earth,
and even though I was half-conscious the terror alerted me and I
vividly remember the pounding of the drums and the mad, frenzy of
the dancing hijras, as they celebrated another addition (myself) to
their grotesque world. A quack had been hired (for Rs 5,000, I
found later on) to deal the final blow on my manhood with a
doctor’s blade. It all happened in a flash of a knife. As per the
ritual, I was left to bleed through the night, with some elderly
hijras having applied a paste of katha and some herbs as antiseptic
on my wounds.

Well, the rest is imaginable. There are certain injunctions we must
follow. We must shave every day, make up our faces heavily to hide
any trace of stubble, practice obscene pelvic thrusts, learn the
lewd, rhythmic dialect of the hijras and obscene parodies of
popular film songs and be ready to tear a throat or lift a
child...for ransom.” (The conversation was interrupted on the
roadside, near the Old Delhi Railway Station, as a car glided to a
halt, and the man inside beckoned to Shabnam to hop in. And that
was the last this writer saw of Shabnam, a victim of such strange
twist of fate!)

(As told to Pankaj Tuli)


Fish Food

Summary: Kid brother mistakenly thinks he's doing his 16 year old brother a favor by cutting off his dick.

So, me and my buddy were sitting in my room, talking about this and
that. It was rather late, and we had just come back from a bar. We
were a bit drunk. And our conversation takes a turn towards the
fantasy side. My buddy tells me all about how his greatest fantasy
would be to a long s and m session with a Playboy centerfold, with
emphasis on cock torture. He asked me what mine was, and I told him
that I have always fantasized about a woman cutting my dick off. I
always thought that having my manhood chopped off me would be a
totally sensual experience, although I could never go through with
it. I love my penis too much. And I’m quite proud of it, it’s a
very attractive penis if I do say so myself. It’s around 8" fully
erect, and quite thick.

Well, unbeknownst to me at the time, my seven year old brother had
been listening in on us. Even if I had known, I would have thought
nothing of it. (I can tell you already know where this one is
going). What I also didn’t know was that my brother was getting
curious about the thought of my penis. Having not had sex ed yet,
he had never seen a full sized penis yet.

Later that week, I was sleeping peacefully, when I could feel
something tugging on my boxers. Next thing I feel is them around my
knees, and something touching my penis. I lifted my head ever so
slightly, and peeked a look. There, sitting on my bed, holding my
cock, was my little brother. I decided to pretend like I was
asleep. This was a very strange and odd experience, and I didn’t
want him to know I was awake. He was examining my penis with
interest. He held it, grabbed it, pinched it, and just generally
looked it over. I wasn’t really finding any of this erotic, so I
wasn’t getting an erection. I was more concerned about how I should
handle this issue. He eventually stopped and left the room. I
decided not to say anything about it. It was probably just a one
time thing.

A few nights latter, the same feeling began. My boxers were pulled
down to my knees. My brother was back. This time he began playing
with my dick, pulling on it, rolling it around in his hands. I got
a hard on from all this attention. My brother panicked. He pulled
up my boxers and left the room. I decided that maybe I should have
a talk with him about this.

I asked him the next day if he had been in my room at all. He said
he had, which took me back. I wasn’t expecting this kind of
honesty. Should have known better though. I asked what he had been
doing. He claimed that he just snuck in to look at the aquarium. It
was a good lie, surprisingly. He was always in my room looking at
the three piranhas I kept in my fish tank. I just had them because
they impressed my girlfriend. Occasionally I let my brother feed
them some raw meat, which they would devour quickly. He loved that.
So, I pressed the issue no further. I decided to leave it alone for
now.

A few nights latter he was back. He began to play with my penis
again. Once again, I got an erection. But this time he didn’t stop.
He kept on pulling at it, feeling the hard 8". He pulled on it, for
what ever reason. I could feel an orgasm building within me. I
tried to hold back my ejaculation, but I couldn’t hold out. I let
lose huge spurts of cum. I was spent in about eight bursts. My
brother panicked again. He just ran out of the room. This time, I
was going to have a talk to him about this. This was getting
stranger.

Fortunately, he came to me the next night. He seemed to be on the
verge of crying. I asked him what was wrong. He told me about his
sneaking into my room and looking at my penis. I decided to go
along with the not noticing ploy. He told me that he was really
sorry for the horrible thing he did last night. I asked him what
this was. He told me that he broke my penis, so I asked him how he
did this. He told me about the strange white fluid that came out of
me. For the next hour I explained to him all about the male
anatomy, and sex education in general. He seemed much relieved.
That seemed to put and end to his night time visits.

A month later, my life had taken a downward turn. I broke up with
my girlfriend, was informed I was failing a class, and me and my
best friend were having a huge fight. And to top it off, my
childhood friend, who now lived out west had committed suicide.
Suffice to say, I was really depressed. I was now constantly
moping  around the house, eating less, and doing almost nothing. My
little brother kept trying to cheer me up, but I told him there was
very few things that could cheer me up now.

My parents left for a weekend and I was to baby-sit my brother for
four days. I was still very depressed and moping around. Now, for
whatever reason, my little brother remembered the conversation me
and my friend had a month ago. This, from the kid who couldn’t
remember his own address half the time.

That night, when I was asleep, my brother crept into the kitchen
and got out our fathers special butcher knife. For whatever reason,
my dad kept this particular knife razor sharp. It could cut through
two frozen T-bone steaks, bone included, and still perfectly slice
a tomato. So my little brother crept into my room with the knife. I
was sleeping nude that night, because it was a particularly hot
night. He sat between my legs and shook my thigh.

"Psst!" he said. "I found a way to make you happy! I remember you
saying this a while ago." I woke up and looked at him confused.
"What?" I asked, not clueing in to what was going on. My brother
grabbed my penis and said "This is for you!" Then he took the knife
and sliced though my cock. He got it right at the base. There was a
sudden jolt of extreme pain. I forced my self to ignore it the best
I could. Blood began to pour out of the stump. I screamed, loud. My
brother panicked. The next minute seemed almost surreal, like I bad
dream I couldn’t wake up from.

My brother panicked, dropping the knife and jumping off the bed.
The knife sliced across my mangled groin, slicing into the bottom
of my sac. In fact, it sliced off the bottom of my sac, missing my
balls thankfully.  As my brother jumped off my bed, he let go of my
severed penis. It flew across the room and landed smack into the
aquarium. Time seemed to freeze then. All I could see was that
aquarium. My penis bobbed for a second on the top of the water.
Then it bagman to sink. It didn’t take long for the piranhas to
pick up the blood in the water. I watched in horror as they tore
into my penis. They ripped into the flesh of it, then quickly
through it. They started at the bottom (thankfully). I couldn’t
believe it, my dick was now fish food.

My brother quickly reached into the aquarium and pulled it out. By
the time he did, it was half gone, and the bottom was badly
mangled. One of the piranhas had managed to take a bite out of the
tip of the head. It looked more like a chewed piece of meat than my
handsome penis.

For whatever reason, part of me found this all highly erotic. I
felt what was left of my penis become erect and I came. The cum
flew out of the hole in my groin. It mixed with blood and was a
dark pink colour. Then more pain hit me. I looked down, only to see
my sac had shrunk back towards my groin, but my testicles were now
hanging out in the open air.

I don’t remember exactly the rest of the night, because I finally
went into shock. I remember driving myself and my brother to the
hospital. I fed the doctors some bullshit story about an accident
in the kitchen. They partially bought it, but didn’t press for the
truth. With a bit of creative surgery, they were able to reattach
my penis and fix my sac. There was apparently no damage to my
testicles. My penis is now only 4" erect, four and a half inches on
a good day. And the head is no longer a nice rounded point, but is
now flat across the tip. I’m not too upset. Better than having no
penis at all, and I still have sex frequently with my new
girlfriend. There are days when I wish that I had lost it all,
instead of just having half of what I had. Oh well.

It’s been about eight years since it happened. Me and my girlfriend
are getting married soon. My brother, now 16, the age I was when
all this happened, has just come out of the closet. He recently
told me about his decision to admit that he’s gay, and is going to
tell my parents soon. I have a feeling in a way that his
experiences with my penis may have played some roll in it. As for
me, I told my fiancee about my feelings about my cock. We’ve
decided that maybe after we have a few kids we’ll go through with
it and cut my genitals off. We’re both rather excited about that.
Maybe I’ll feed them to some piranhas, let them have what they
didn’t get the first time. Time will tell.


Slippery Fun (gay, nullification, short)

Imagine two beautiful men in all their muscular glory. Each dives into the
opposite end of a shimmering swimming pool. Each is completely naked and
completely without body hair. Each has been completely nullified, with only
the small piss hole above the ass crack to indicate they are anything other
than gorgeous Ken dolls.

The two men meet in the center of the pool, diacover that they are both smooth
creatures with no dangling genitals to break the smooth rush of the water as
it breaks over their magnificent muscles. They meet, embrace and as one , dive
into each others crotches to savor the sweetness of the smooth skin above and
below the tiny pisshole. As their tongues work toward the crack of their
asses, which are the only breaks in their smooth manly roundness, the moaning
of pleasure, as their hidden prostates erupt and the milky sliver of seminal
fluid ropes upward from their pissholes through the murky water. They climb
out of the pool, locked in each others arms, their smooth crotches rubbing
against each other ingniting new fire in their loins. Lovers united in their
smoothness. Soul mates found.


Jon's Story 2. Preparation.

Summary: The gay teenager prepares to submit himself to the slave trader.

` JON'S STORY: 2 THE PREPARATION `

AS the train lumbered on through the dull suburbs, Jon thought about what was
ahead of him. He sat in the train and the inevitable hard came on. It was so
simple. After all these years of fantasy, his enslavement was a real prospect.
He could get out of his life in a couple of days and be a slave!

When he finally got home he stripped off and inspected his fine young body in
the mirror. He then lay back on his bed and jerked off. He then reflected on
what had happened.

. In the last few hours, he had been eyed up, touched up, prodded like a piece
of meat. He realised that in the last two years he had avoided being naked in
front of other people. He had always been ashamed of his small genitals; even
pissing in a urinal was an ordeal. Now, his naked body had been appreciated;
he looked again in the mirror with a new confidence. The man had called him
'good looking' and had made approving noises. He couldn't remember the last
time he was complimented like that. His body was to be modified, displayed and
used. . He could only look forward to his new life: he was to be a eunuch and
a slave.

The slave trader was back in his premises and was saying to the assistant that
the boy was to be expected in a fortnight and that he should be processed as
quickly as possible. He had observed that the boys genitals were small and
underdeveloped for his age, he was fair and had virtually no body hair;
puberty had come late to the boy. Cut him soon and we can stop his beard. He
will fetch a high price once he is gelded. If he doesn't come back in the next
month we must find him. The assistant said "Why did you let him go?", but the
slave trader knew that there were already problems with his business.

He was on the 2-00pm to 10-00pm shift the next day, and the free morning would
give him time to terminate his affairs. He looked around the room at his
meagre possessions, which would be easy to get rid of. Next morning he gave a
week's notice to the land lord, telling him that he was going up north for a
couple of years. The landlord was pleased and offered him a few pounds for
bits of furniture. He did ask if he could be out in three days, though as he
had a tenant waiting for the room. He also offered to settle the phone bill
with the rent that had been paid in advance. The youth had printed out a
series of forwarding address labels to a totally fictional address in a
northern town and asked the landlord to send letters on for the first few
weeks, but then destroy them..

Next, he went to the bank, and closed this account. He did have a few smaller
possessions, some of which he gave to a charity shop and some he threw away.
He took his computer to a skip down the street and threw it in, having deleted
most files. He went through his papers and did find a passport that had last
been used particularly disastrous school trip to Bulgaria two years ago and
also at the last minute saved his exam certificates and put them in his
passport..

He went to the supermarket well before the shift started and gave in his
resignation. The manager tried to persuade him to stay, but after some
discussion, it was decided that he could leave in two days time.

After three days, he got rid of most of his possessions, and only carried a
suitcase of clothes, and an envelope with a few pounds from his job and his
passport.

He gave his key to the landlord and walked away from his life. He booked into
a cheap hotel and slept his last night as a free man. As he dressed and
washed, he had one last look at his naked body in a mirror and reflected on
his situation. "I can still get out of this." he thought. But he knew that he
wanted slavery and he couldn't wait to surrender himself. He left the hotel
and walked along the streets. He soon found a skip and he dumped his case in
that. On a cold November day the youth was clad in jeans and a tee shirt. He
shivered in the cold wind.

He then travelled across the city and found the address; it was a very
secluded entrance up a small alley. Already apprehensive, he knocked on the
door, and nothing happened. He knocked again and still no reply. It suddenly
dawned on him that the slave trader had talked about a fortnight, not three
days. It was lunchtime, and as he still had some money, he went to a nearby
pub and tried to phone the number. There was no reply. He had a sandwich and a
coke in the pub, and decided to try once more.

It was very cold now and he went back to the house and knocked again. He
waited and heard movements inside. The door opened and a dark man peer out at
him. He abruptly asked what his business was. He said that he had been told to
come to this address and showed the man the card. The man took it away, looked
at it and told the youth to come back in 10 minutes.

Jon miserably walked round the block, then hung around. He was shivering in
the cold and he realised that he had no where to go. What had he done to his
life? Supposing this was all a cruel joke. He had a few pounds in an envelope
with his passport, but that would not pay for a night's sleep. If he didn't
get an answer he would have to sleep on the streets.

He knocked again and the door opened.

"You had better come in. "

He closed the door behind him. He was standing in a dingy lobby

"What is your name?"

"Jon."

The old man looked at him carefully, taking in the contours of his shivering
body, only protected by a tee shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Stay there."

The old man disappeared down the passage, leaving Jon standing by the door. He
was aware of a telephone conversation deep in the interior of the house. He
could still escape, but it was bitterly cold outside and would be dark soon.

"You have come here too soon." The old man said.

"Sorry, sir. Shall I go and come back in a week?" Still one last chance to get
out of this!

The old man looked the youth up and down and this time prodded his arm.

"No, you can stay here. Come with me!"

The old man grasped the youth by the arm and led him down the passage.

* * *


Justice Done

Summary: A true story from the 1960s, as reported in the News of The World Newspaper.

I can't remember the exact date of this incident but the facts are true and
verifiable with a bit of research.

A young female doctor was working late in Prague and didn't leave the hospital
until late evening. On her way to her car she was accosted by two men who
dragged her into the back seat of their car and raped her. Being an
intelligent woman, she hatched a plan. She feigned pleasure at being raped and
said that she had enjoyed it so much that she invited them back to her flat
for a second helping. They must have felt themselves to be something special
and they agreed to the idea.

Back at her flat she made them feel welcome and plied them with drink, which
they obvously enjoyed. When their guard was down she spiked their drinks with
a drug, which soon had them unconcious.

Then she carefully took off their trousers and underpants and positioned their
legs apart, hanging them over the arms of the chairs in which they sat. She
then slit open their scrotums, pulled their testicles down, clamped them, ties
them off and excised them. She then removed what was left of their scrotums
and sewed them up. Next she used a uretha tube and inserted it into their
penises and then carefully amutated them and cauterised their wounds. The
organs were then put in jam jars and placed facing the unconcious men.

Soon after the men started to come round, at which point she telephoned the
police and told them what had happened.

When the police arrived they found two very distressed men and a very
satisfied looking woman doctor.

She was charged with committing grievous bodiy harm and sentenced (unfairly,
in my view) to 5 year imprisonement. Aparently the men were not charged with
her rape. What later became of the men was not recorded.

* * *


Karin - Part 1

The tiles were hard and cold beneath my knees, but theache in my balls was
what had my attention at themoment. Karin’s bare toes pressed down on my
sack,pinning the helpless testicles against the floor.“Take it out, Robert,”
she said, smiling.

I leaned forward, trying to keep my balance as my chinrested on the toilet
seat. With my hands tied behindmy back, I could easily have toppled over,
which wouldhave caused excruciating pain in my nuts. Perhapsthat’s what Karin
really wanted. She watched meclosely as I maneuvered my face close enough to
reachin with my tongue and fish the string into my mouth.

I looked up to see Karin’s smiling face looking downthrough her small pert
breasts. She loved finding newways to humiliate me. But this was having the
desiredeffect. The tip of my cock touched the cold ceramicbowl, its swelling
size betraying the excitement I wasfeeling.

I closed my teeth on the string, and pulled my headback. The red piece of
cotton came free and hit me onthe chin. Karin laughed at the sight. “Very
good,” sheroared. “Now, you can clean me up. And don’t missanything.”

Her toes closed over my sack, squeezing my balls evenmore tightly. I leaned in
and began licking her lips.The acrid taste repulsed me, but I carefully lapped
itup, afraid to offend my Mistress. She put her headback and closed her eyes,
relishing the sensation. Herclit was swollen, responding to my tongue bath.
Above,I could see her nipples were also erect.

After long minutes, Karin shifted on the seat, leaningback. Suddenly, a stream
of piss came forth, catchingme on the cheek. I didn’t need for her to tell me
whatto do. I opened wide, catching the bitter liquid,trying not to miss a
drop. “Oh, you’ve gotten so goodat that,” she purred, putting her hand on the
back ofmy head. I coughed as the urine stream caught me ofthe throat, but
continued to gulp down the liquid asfast as it arrived.

After the flow ended, Karin warned me not to move. Herbottom clenched, and she
grunted as her bowelsemptied, making plopping into the water. Seconds latermy
balls were freed as Karin stood up and turnedaround, bracing herself on the
top of the water tank.I again leaned forward and pushed my tongue betweenher
cheeks, cleaning her puckered hole. My humiliationwas complete.

By now she was in a sexual frenzy. Sitting back downon the toilet, she roughly
shoved my head into hercrotch, holding my face tight against her bush.
Ifrantically licked and sucked her lips, making surenot to miss her clit.
“Fuck yeah!” she shouted as Idrove her to orgasm. Karin’s foot stomped on my
ballsas she shrieked out her pleasure. She didn’t let upuntil the last spasm
of pleasure had subsided.

Karin rewarded me that night by allowing me to sleepon the floor beside her
bed. My hands remained tiedbehind my back, my cock throbbing for lack of
release.The leather strap kept my balls tightly bound andsecured to the bed.
There would be little sleep for methis night.

* * *


Second Chance

Summary: Impatient guy lost second chance

Ring ….Ring …..Ring..…Who is the jerk calling early Saturday morning? I had a
rough week and want to sleep until noon. But the jerk refuses to quit. The
answering machine turns on. She hangs up and redial the number….ring
…ring…ring. I finally pick up the phone. "It is an emergency. Come to the
hospital at once." It is Doctor Patty White. "Which one of my patient?" But
she would not say. All she does is repeating herself. "Come to the hospital at
once."

I burn up the tires getting there. Waiting for me at the front entrance, with
her mischievous smile, is Patty. I know that smile well. We were lovers for
two years. I am furious.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Come with me." That’s all she’ll say.

We go to a private room on the fifth floor. "Remember the guy who walked out
of a restaurant downtown straight into a gang shoot out last week? He just
died. This guy believed in donating every organ that’s transplantable. Your
last patient last night can really benefit." Now I am really pissed. "That guy
was in a car wreck! What the hell am I supposed to transplant for him?"

"Let me show you."

Patty takes my hand and we walk into the room. The guy seems so peaceful. She
takes me to the bed side and lifts his gown. This guy’s dick is huge, even
totally soft. I stare at it, mesmerized. How can any woman take it? I feel
hands around my waist. Patty brings her lips right to my ear and whisper: "I
heard your precious patient in that car wreck had his dick cut off by a piece
of flying metal. Don’t you want to give him a transplant? Maybe you want to
certify it yourself later." That’s why we broke up. She could never understand
how a woman could enjoy a dick as much as a woman’s soft lips. She did not
want to share me with any man.

That transplant is the best work I have ever done. I do it with loving care,
with meticulous attention to the smallest detail. Ten days later, when I
examine it, it rises to the occasion. Unbelievably huge, it’s combination of
length and girth is awesome. I stroke it tenderly. "You better not use it
until your doctor gives you the permission to do so." I begin to think how to
get to try it out myself.

Ring ….Ring …..Ring..…Who is the jerk calling early Saturday morning? I had a
rough week and want to sleep until noon. But the jerk refuses to quit. The
answering machine turns on. She hangs up and redial the number….ring
…ring…ring. I finally pick up the phone. "It is an emergency. Come to the
hospital at once." It is Doctor Patty White. "Which one of my patient?" But
she would not say. All she does is repeating herself. "Come to the hospital at
once." I burn up the tires getting there. Waiting for me at the front
entrance, with her mischievous smile, is Patty.

"Your big lover boy is in big trouble. His girlfriend sneaked in last night
and they couldn’t wait to use the battering ram. He fell asleep afterwards,
and woke up screaming with pain. They like it rough" "What about the nurse?
There is always a nurse on duty there?

"She joined them for a threesome. Don’t scream. She’s already fired."

The huge dick is black and blue, totally ruined. It has to come off. I am
furious. During the surgery, I just chop it off. It takes all my training and
self-control not to slice off his balls as well. The surgery team thoroughly
enjoy themselves at my expense. Maybe I will sneak in at night to cut off the
balls. That is doing him a favor.

* * *


Dad's best stories 1

Summary: Dad has a little fun with one of his bedtime stories

` I jumped between the sheets bare-assed naked when I heard Daddy coming
upstairs to kiss me goodnight. I let the top sheet drop down on my cock as it
lay on my belly. `

Daddy sat down on the side of the bed. “Ready for your bedtime story?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy.”

“It was in one of those Latin American dictatorships. The college kids had an
insurrection and the troops had to put it down. Three of them escaped but the
Militia used dogs and tracked them down and caught up with them in the woods
and tied them to trees.”

“Oh, boy. What did they do to them?”

“The penalty for insurrection is emasculation, so they had to cut their cocks
off. The guys knew that and they started whining and crying and begging. There
were two muscular soccer players and a pretty boy with a smooth body. Like
yours,” he said.

Daddy took the very tip of his index finger and traced my warm penis along the
top of the sheet, from the base to the tip. I was already turned on, and the
stroke revved my motor.

“They pulled the guys’ pants down and their cocks flopped out.”

“Oh, yes. Tell me, Daddy, were those young juicers sexy?”

“The athletes had big, firm, meaty shafts with wide spongy tips and the pretty
boy had a long, smooth one, with a cute pointed head.” He reached down to the
lump under the sheet where my cock was now bulging and pressed the head
between his fingers and thumb. “You could see they had been beating off a lot
because the sides were as slick as goose shit.”

He snatched away the sheet and I felt a draft of cool air on my naked body
from head to toe, and my cock went crazy. It sprung up and throbbed and bobbed
in the air. In a second, Daddy had my shaft in his fist pumping slightly.

“Aaaaah!” It caught me by surprise.

“Yes, they loved to jack off, but they wouldn’t be jacking off any more,” he
chuckled.

“Oh, I hope they cut them off nice and slow.”

A crowd had gathered and they started screaming for the militiamen to torture
those cocks before they cut them off. So they brought out small gas torches
with the tiniest flames. They started burning the pricks up and down the
stems.”

I was rock hard. “Did they scream, Daddy? Tell be how they screamed.”

“Long and loud. They started screaming and then their screams went higher and
higher until they sounded like women. Meanwhile their cocks were sizzling. The
jocks’ dicks swelled up fat and juicy and the sweet guy’s was hard and turning
black.”

“Oh, Daddy, it sounds like the best weenie roast ever.”

“You could smell them cooking. One of the men had a hacksaw and when the
college guys saw it they started screaming, “Cut it off! Please cut off my
cock.’ These were they same guys who were begging a while before to not cut
their cocks off.”

I laughed, and as my belly shook, my cock started oscillating. Daddy grabbed
it and his wet lips came down on the head. Then his big-wide tongue slurped
all around the tip. Then it popped out like a watermelon seed.

“The torches were turned higher and the burning went deeper. ‘Hurry, hurry.
cut it off.’ one jock screamed. ‘Tear my fucker off -- rip it away,’ the other
jock wailed. The pretty boy with the long cock screamed, ‘Me first!’ “

“Oh, Daddy, I love it. Whose cock did they cut off first?”

“Neither one right away. It was too much fun watching them roast and hearing
the screams. The guy just held the saw at the base of pretty boy’s frying
sausage and held it there.

“Oh, I wish I could have been there.” I felt a surge inside my prick and shut
it down just in time. My slit oozed pre-cum.”

“The ripsaw guy turned and with one long, deep thrust sawed the long pecker
right off the biggest soccer player. He screamed: EEEEEOOOWWWW! But at the end
of the scream, it tapered off with a sigh of relief. He had gotten rid of that
deep-fried rod.”

It was all too beautiful. I screamed, “Here it comes Daddy, it’s all for you,”
and I shot a load high into the air. The rich cream splashed on my abs as
another geyser of hot sauce spurted high. Daddy was on my belly by then and
caught the cream on his cheek, then licked the rest of the gunk as it bubbled
out.

“They made pretty boy cut off his own cock. He was very willing.”

I was still trembling from my orgasm but I quickly yanked Daddy’s shorts down
and breathed in the aroma of his super-swelled meat. I held his big, spongy
cockhead up to my lips without letting them touch.

“What happened to the other jock?

“They turned one of the dogs loose and it went straight for the cooked meat
still dangling fresh on the vine.”

I went for Daddy’s own dangling meat and slurped it into my slobbering mouth.
Daddy was having a hard time talking. “Then they -- Oh, do me son, do me. Then
they let the --- oooh, wow -- let the dogs loose on those -- so good, oooh --
those cockless turkeys, and they, oooh, aaaah, ripped -- oh, here it comes --
ripped their asses off.” Daddy exploded and his cock rocked and jerked and
fired off round after round. Pretty soon we collapsed against one another and
had our deep goodnight kiss.

I always thought it was a severe penalty for those guys for having an
insurrection. I don’t know what an insurrection is, but I hope I never have
one.

* * *


Dinner

Summary: dinner's ready

The Dinner.
===========

My wife, Karen and I, were invited to dinner by a work colleague of hers,
 Marie. Marie told us that her husband, George would join us later.
Before dinner, we chatted idly. We sat down to dinner. Marie brought out
a covered dish. "Our hors d'oeuvres" she said. "Mountain oysters".
She lifted the lid and shared them out equally.

The women tucked in. I looked at them tentatively. "They're a delicacy in
quite a few countries" Marie said. "They're only sheep balls". They watched
me as I slowly placed one on my fork and lifted it to my mouth. I chewed it.
It tasted ok. "That didn't hurt, did it darling?" Karen asked rhetorically.

Eating sheep's testicles was obviously getting Karen excited. She started to
rub her hands between my thighs. My cock was pushing against my jeans. She
undid my fly. I ate coolly as if nothing was happening, trying to draw no
attention to Karen's actions as she carefully extracted my erect cock and
balls from my jeans. I finished my last sheep's ball with Karen stroking
 my erection and Marie unaware of anything un-toward.

"Now for the main course". Marie got up and a few minutes later returned
 with a tray containing three covered plates. One larger than the other
two. She placed the large one in front of me and the women had the small
ones.

Marie lifted the lid of mine. My mouth dropped. A bull's penis and testicles.
It was massive. Marie explained "It has aphrodisiac and fertility properties.
And it's very tasty." Karen butted in "Try it!". I cut off a slice from the
top of the penis. Put it in my mouth and chewed. It did taste quite good.
 Karen again playing with my cock - keeping it stiff.

Then came a shock. Karen and Marie lifted the lids on their meals. It was
male genitalia. It's shape was too recogniseable to me. It couldn't be from
any other creature. "They're human genitals aren't they?". Marie retorted
"Well, 55% of humans dont have these. 50% are women and about 5% have lost
theirs." My cock went limp in Karen's hand.

The women tucked in. "It tastes great!" Karen said. I said nothing, just
ate my enormous bull's genitalia in silence.

Dinner was finished. Marie came around my side of the table and touched the
back of my chair to help me up. My genitals were still exposed. I decided
to pretend they weren't. I stood up, and tried to walk over to the couch but
Marie's hand clutching my balls stopped me. She squeezed and told me to put
 my hands behind my back. I did as she said. Karen smiled at me, approached
me with a pair of hand-cuffs swinging. She hand-cuffed me. She then placed
a dog collar on my neck and tied my hand-cuffs to the collar.

Karen, joined Marie in front of me. "Dessert?" said Karen. "It's up to you.
They are yours. I've never been known to refuse testicles soaked in brandy."

Marie went to the closet, and opened it. A man crawled out. No leashes, just
a dog collar around his neck. Karen read the name tag. "Oh you must be
 George". He rolled over on to his back. Legs apart. "Go on, Karen" said
Marie. Karen raised her foot and kicked him in the balls. "He bit into the
carpet so as to make no noise".

"Well" Marie asked. "Do you want to be like George, an obedient little dog,
 or dessert? Soaked in brandy? Delicious. I know which I'ld prefer."
"On your back". I hessitated. She took a pair of food scissors from the
 table.
I rolled onto my back. "Spread your legs". I hesitated. She grabbed my balls.
I spread my legs fast. She held the scissors in place open around my balls.
"Karen, did he spread his legs in time. Or is it time for dessert." He just
managed it, Marie. "Damn". She let go of my balls. The flopped between my
 legs, she raised her leg and swung. I doubled up in pain. As I was rolling
on the floor in agony, she rolled me into a big bag.

I was carried into a car boot and taken home. In my house, they rolled me
out of the bag. Marie held the scissors still. "Spread your legs". I did
as she said immediately. This time, Karen, my own wife, raised her leg,
and swung her foot into my balls. I rolled in agony again. They then rolled
me into the closet.

Eventually the pain subsided and I fell asleep. I was awoken with the door
opening. Their game is over I thought. Karen was on her own. I crawled out
the closet. "On your back" she said. "What?". She pulled a pair of kitchen
scissors from behind her back. "No, you wouldn't". She placed her scissors
around my balls. "That was a great meal yesterday wasn't it".

"OK", I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. "Good boy. I didn't need to
ask". With that she slammed her foot into my balls and left for work.

After a few weeks of Karen, attending a training course. She came home and
released my chains. My chance. I grabbed her wrists to over-power her. She
slammed her knee into my balls. Kicked me in the left side of the head.
Then the right. My nose was bleeding. She punched me in the stomach winding
 me. She dropped to her knees. Grabbed my balls with one hand. I was slumped
over her back. I couldn't fall or escape. She then punched my balls,
continually. I lost track of how long or how many. When she stopped. I
lay on the floor for hours unable to move.

I was now free of my chains but the only change was that Karen had become
even more dominant.


Silber Balls

Summary: Frank gets silver balls

On high school people cald me mr. big nut, because of my giant nuts. I love
wearing speedo´s so everybody could see my buldge and I had a lot of pleasure
of it. After my graduation I went to Europe for holidays. One day I was in
Italy in a train. Wearing tight jeans and a white thong. In the train a
georgeous Italian guy saw that. He started talking with me while looking at my
crotch. He asked if I would like to spent some days in his castle. That would
be fun....

When we arrived at the castle I saw a nice pool. In the pool there where a few
very beautiful guys playing. I loves the sight. Than I realised that one man
was naked and the other were not. Nearly all the men were wearing thongs, but
it were women thongs, they didn´t have a buldge...

The moment they saw me they started yelling and the took the naked men who
still had his penis and nuts inside. I did not understand wat was happening.
The Italian guy, Antonio, took me insede to his bedroom and we had great sex.
Then he said, from now on you will be naked. I said OK, but I did not
understand why. A diner time everybody was very excited, the eight boys with
their flac crotch and the Italian guy were ready to eat, I was the only naked.
Then the salade was served, it contained also peaces of meat. I had to stand
up. The Italian started to jerk me off so that my sperm would be the sauce on
the saladed. I loved the sight of these beautifull guys eeting the salade with
my cum.

Then the guys told me what was happening. Every new guy had the stay naked and
give his juice every night for the salade. The day a new guy arrives, as I did
today, the naked guy of that time would loose his balls and penis and
everybody would eat it in the salade. So that would be my fate once...

We had a lot of fun in the castle. I fucked all the castrated boys and the
Italian and every night I made the salade.

One day a docter arrived. He started to measure my giant nuts, I did not
understand why. I feared the day the Italian would bring a new beautiful
boy... One day it happened. The took me to the surgery room. I was allowed to
jerk off for the last time and then..

I saw three silver balls, two smaller ones and one bigger one. The Italian giy
said that it would be a pitty to loose these giant nuts. Therefor he had a new
idea. The docter opened my scrotum and took my balls. He put each of them in a
silver ball and put these two balls in the large ball. Than he put the large
ball bac in my sac. I did not no what happened. Then he made a reroute for my
uretha and he put a round silver thing in my penis, through the reroute and
back, my penis was now around my sac. My balls were a rattle now. That night
the new gay give his cum for the salade, but this time there was no meat.

* * *


Peronal Injury

Summary: Phil has a model railroad, its his one and only artistic joy.

` Ever since he was a little knub Phil loved to watch trains. As he grew up
Phil's father got him interested in model railroading. `

Over time the modeling grew into a huge layout of tracks, mountains, buildings
and scenery like that he remembered from a trip out West.

As Phil graduated high school his classmates would taunt him about playing
with choochoo's. Yet as he had matured so also did his looks.

A fine form of a young man was Phil. Broad shoulders, a good 6'6" tall he
worked his summer vacation as a brick tender. Strong and handsome he became to
where the ladies looked on him as one real prize.

Yet his real love was those trains. So it happened one terrible day when a
switch operating machine placed under the train table malfunctioned.

Phil crawled under the table looking at the problem. It should of been
replaced but that incurred a lot of fine detailed fumbling and work.

The problem could be fixed by soldering the broken part.

Crawling back out from the confines below the train table he went and got his
soldering gun and a roll of quick melting solder.

Again he crawled under the train table below the switching yard to fix the
switch machine that changed directions above of the flow of cars in the yard.

The soldering gun was clicked on and he held the trigger on making the point
glow bright red, and hot.

A touch of the solder to the gun's red tip coated the tip with the silver
solder making for a better conveience of the heat into the broken part.

Try after try but the part would not accept the solder. Phil was getting a
little nervous with each try as building up on the hot tip was now a fair
sized drip of 750 degrees F solder.

Like in slow motion he watched the dip suddenly build and then snip its
attachment to the solder gun's hot tip. Down it fell this burning hot drip of
solder, it was liquid metal and Phil laying there was going to get burned.

Always dressed as Mister casual Phil was today working downstairs in a T-shirt
and shorts. Barefoot he was always warned by his Mother to put on shoes less
he step on a nail.

Splat !

The hot drip of solder his the shorts burning through the thin cloth like a
knife going through butter.

Phil's most horrid thoughts at that moment were realized as the searing blob
of hot metal fell and then hitting the bare skin spread out into a postage
stamp size puddle. Hitting his penis right on the knob it burned making Phil
scream and jump up.

Up went his head in the confines of that small space. The table's wood bottom
not giving an inch held its place in space and time.

WHAM !

Phil slammed his forehead into the table as the searing hot soldering gun fell
from his hand.

Insult to injury as the gun fell from just above and where the solder dripped
down to, it fell down also.

Dazed from hitting his head with such force Phil screamed of pain as the still
very hot soldering gun fell and hit his groin. The red hot tip burning a
bigger hole in through the shorts took to searing the skin of his testicles.

Again Phil jumped and slammed his head into the table under side.

Dazed first time, he was out cold this second time.

The extremely hot soldering gun took to burning into the skin covering Phil's
testicles. It had become so hot that even with blood now ozzing from the wound
is sizzled making a horrid smelling smoke.

Phil's father was not far away and the smell of burning skin and blood sent
him down the stairs to the train room.

A day later as Phil lay sedated in the hospital his Father was asking the
Doctor about the injury.

"Phil's sex life is now a part of history!" said the Doctor. "Not only did the
soldering gun burn the skin but it also entered one testicle rendering it's
function so badly we removed it. The solder seared a burn on the tip of his
penis making it now appear almost flat on the end. I suspect he will have a
lot of residual pain for some time to come. This pain like those of people
after surgery would induce quite a lot of pain when or during sexual
intercourse. I think he'll have to play trains to have any real joy in life!"
suggested the Doctor.

* * *


2nd revolution

Summary: Female Supremacy, the future!?

The Future: The 2nd Revolution.
===============================

All men at this point in time are kept as domestic pets. They wear implants in
their genitals which give their owner full control over their penis and
testicles via a remote control unit. The unit controls pain, sensitivity,
erections, ejaculations. The unit also contols a laser implanted in the
genitals for the ultimate deterrant, the ability to seperate the man from his
manhood with the press of a button.

Women use men as they feel fit. Some sexually, some as house maids, fashion
accessories, you name it. Household robots however are far more effective at
domestic chores and some think at sex too. After all, women always have
another woman as an equal partner and then a pet man. Its becoming quite
fashionable in some parts not to have a pet man.

A group of extremist women, called TrueFem, in the shires have been calling
for the removal of men from the home, as they are useless foul and dirty
animals. They should be resigned to farms and farmed for sperm, and made into
fertilizer. Their genitals can make real dildos, speciality meats or jewelry
items. This group was considered to be eccentric and harmless.

On Friday the 4th June, something shocking took place. 100,000 males within a
1 mile radius of the centre of London had their genitals severed by their
devices. This was not done by their owners but by the TrueFem group. They had
worked out how to broadcast the severe message to multiple devices
simultaneously.

They then broadcast their message..."We will increase our radius and gradually
desex every male in the country if you dont comply to our demands. You have
seen we have the technology, to fulfil our threat. We want all males, to be
collected and delivered to our farm complexes by tomorrow evening 7pm, they
will be safe there, any males not there will be severed. All males from now on
will be kept on farms as Live Stock."

And so men lost their status as domestic animals and became live stock within
a day of the start of the 2nd revolution. This was without doubt the most
successful revolution ever.
Today no-one ever remembers males around the home. We merely go to the
hospital for insemination from sperm, purchase man products such as dildos,
testicle sushi, penis roast, testicle earrings. We can take our children and
see those strange creatures plugged into the sperm milking machines, eating
and cumming, waiting their turn to be processed into something useful.

* * *


The Stable Boy

The Stable Boy.
===============

Back in 1955, I took a job in a stables. My duties included mucking out the
stables, grooming the horses and preparing them for riding. I learnt the
job fairly quickly, there was nothing intellectually demanding. I must admit
I did do some aspects of the job fairly slopily. I was a carefree 20 year
old. I was more interested in chatting to the young ladies who frequented
the stables.

After 2 weeks of easy employment. I was given the duty to groom
Lady Petherington's horse, saddle it up and take it to her. The Lady
was in her mid-40s and looked a harsh lady. I handed her the reins to her
horse and she mounted. The saddle slipped. "I'm sorry, I mustn't have
tightened it properly". I set to tightening the saddle. On completion, I
looked up at her for thanks. I looked into her stern face. She kicked me in
the face. My nose was bleeding. She dismounted. She handed me a handkerchief.
I took it to mop up my nose bleed. She kicked me in the balls. I fell to my
knees. She picked up her riding crop and whipped me, continuously.
On the neck, chest, sides, stomach. I eventually just fell to the floor,
and just rolled around, pain hitting me from every part of my torsoe.

While writhing in pain, she pulled off my trousers and under-pants and
dragged me into the centre of the stable by my ankles. My head was tilted
backwards as I was being dragged. Most of the young girls I chatted to, were
watching. "Help", I screamed. There was just laughter and a few girls waved.

I was in the middle of the stable. The lady, tied my legs with a rope,
tested it was secure and the girls watching hoisted. My weak, sore body was
raised from the ground.

The Lady approached me. My manhood was at her shoulder height.
She cupped my balls in her hand. She spoke. "You have been very poor
in your duties. You must be punished.". One of the girl's passed her a
knife. I screamed as she took the knife to my balls. She teased them for
a few seconds. I screamed again as felt the cold steel of her knife, severe
the soft skin of my scrotum. Then they were gone. She knelt down before me
showing me my balls and said "If you want to keep your cock, then your
behaviour must improve. From now on you will work naked so everyone can
see your punishment". She left and the girls lowered me down.

Well, I've been working there ever since - 40 years. I a few weeks ago, I
was faced with a choice. Either retire, and loose my cock with dignity or
continue until I made a mistake and be punished. I decided to go with
style. The Lady now in her 80s made a speach. Ever since the day she was
forced to castrate me, my work had been impecible and it's with great
honour, that I take my knife to this stable-hand's penis. To rounds of
applause and a feeling of pride, the strict old lady cut off my penis.

My neice, had great fun typing up my story. She and her partner have found
somewhere on the NET to put - where like minded females such as my Lady
and their undeserving slaves can read it.


Replacement penis

Summary: Fantasy letter from a Urologic Nurse about how a eunuchpenis is removed and replaced with a silicone penis.

Dear Jamie,

Thank you for your inquiry. The surgery you are interested in is called
“Penile Replantation Surgery (PRS).” Few urologists perform this surgery; Dr.
Hamstadd is the lone certified urologist in Pennsylvania, Delaware, New
Jersey, and Virginia. This surgery is offered to eunuchs but is especially
needful for those who become impotent or who suffer from severe penis
retraction. Severe retraction is determined when the eunuch penis fails to
hang outside of the body on its own or if weights must be continually used to
prevent retraction. Retraction can be aggravated by insufficient sexual
activity, though not always. In your case James, it sounds as though your
penis retracts even with the use of daily weights. I believe that you are a
good candidate for PRS. However, Dr. Hamstadd will need to examine you first
to ensure that no other medical problem is present.

This surgery will provide you with new sensations to the glans or tip of your
penis. You will experience sexual feeling, though you will not climax or
achieve a penile orgasm because you are castrated. Most eunuchs who have PRS
look forward to sexual relations again because they believe they can better
satisfy their spouse or girlfriend. Our statistics confirm that sexual
satisfaction for women is higher if the eunuch has had PRS. Dr. Hamstadd has
successfully performed over 500 of these surgeries to date and though two men
have asked to have the surgery reversed, all the other eunuchs are well
pleased with the results and so are there wives or girlfriends. Now for the
surgical facts:

Your penis will be measured prior to surgery and you or your wife can choose
the dimensions of the silicone replacement penis. Typically, the silicone
replacement penis can exceed the original penis dimensions by two inches in
length and 1 inch in girth. If your original penis measured 6 inches with a
girth of 4, you will most likely be fitted with a penis that measures 8 inches
in length and 5 inches in girth. That’s because the skin of the penis is
pliable and stretchable. The skin is all that is used because PRS will involve
the removal of your penis. As with most eunuchs, this probably will not bother
you, since you have already become detached from your penis. You are more
interested in pleasing your wife, which is typical of a true eunuch. However,
you need to understand the extent of the surgery and what it entails. Once you
are sedated, Dr. Hamstadd will make a two inch incision in just the skin of
your penis, at the base of protrusion from your body. The skin of your penis
is left intact along with the nerve endings. Dr. Hamstadd will carefully
preserve the nerve endings, which will be bundled and pushed into the glans or
tip of your penis near the end of the surgery. She will then clamp, dissect,
and excise your penis,cutting it free from your body. Your dissected penis is
pulled away from the skin, so that the skin of your penis is inside out. Dr.
Hamstadd will then remove your dissected/excised penis. Since it is a body
part, it must be placed in the medical waste. (New laws forbid the
transportation of human body parts. Do not ask to take it home with you). The
nerves are then stretched up to your denuded penis tip or glans and sewn fast.
A silicone replacement penis is then moved into place; the skin of your penis
is slowly pulled over the silicone penis. Once satisfied, Dr. Hamstadd will
close the incision and you will be on your way. The operation takes
approximately 1 hour. Your new penis will hang downward making it largely
unnoticeable. It will feel large and heavy at first. It will take awhile to
get accustomed to it. You should experience sensation in the tip soon after
the anesthesia wears off. Complete healing takes approximately three to four
weeks. Then your new penis can be used for intercourse, but it should be used
gently with care.

In answer to your question, I can send you a typical silicone replacement
penis for you to examine. The cost is $10.00, plus shipping. You will be able
to get a sense of what it will feel like to own one of these penises. These
silicone replacement penises come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors.
Since the skin can conform to the shape, you can choose from a large
selection. The one I send you may not be the size that best fits you.

Jallen Paltow, Urologic Nurse

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Truth Stranger than Fiction

Summary: Sometimes the darker fantasies of the mind spill over intoreality, in these cases based upon it. They can be stranger than fiction and more fascinating.

Even the mention of Lorena Bobbitt, and subsequent efforts to
reassert male primacy through phallic imagery, sometimes emerged in
unexpected places. Ann Risley Strawn recounted the following incident:

"Our Cub Scout Pack was having a cook-out. I walked up to the serving
table and noticed that my friend Betsy was holding a steak knife in
one hand and an uncooked hot dog in the other, at which point I
inquired if this was the Lorena Bobbitt Invitational Barbecue. The
conversation continued as we conjured up the idea for a Bobbitt
Wiener Toss and a Memory Skills Test (you have to remember where it
landed, of course). We noticed that suddenly the men were all looking
quite uncomfortable about these uncooked hot dogs and their proximity
to the knife-wielding wives and mothers. The best moment was looking
at the campfire and seeing fifteen men and boys peacefully roasting
their 'wienies' (the term used by the scouts)--but we noticed that
they had placed the hot dogs the long way on the sticks, rather the
standard cross-way mode. We thought it was a rather poignant ending
to a humorous situation."

Just the mention of Lorena Bobbitt made some men nervous. As one
journalist commented, "It serves, first and most frighteningly, as a
man's scariest fantasy of Feminine Revenge, worse than any plot of
Lysistrata" ("Ballad" A20).

Editorial cartoonist Mike Luckovich captured this feeling in his
depiction of "Thanksgiving at the Bobbitts," in which a woman raises
a carving knife in the air, and the men and boys hide under the table
in terror. The woman in the cartoon is faceless, she is everywoman--
neither young nor shapely, and she appears in a traditional domestic
role. With this image in mind, people joked that after the Bobbitt
incident, men were less likely to insist that women belong in the
kitchen or quipped that millions of men had suddenly taken to
sleeping on their stomachs.


Just a Placeholder

Summary: Wednesday, October 27, 2004.

` **Today, our beloved Founder - Bboy - aka Bryan - passed away after an
unexpected illness.

There are no words to say to someone who grieves.Ý There are no words in reply
from the grieving.Ý At least, none that make sense.

As a "moment of silence", if you will, no stories will be accepted nor posted
on October 28, tomorrow, forÝa period long enough for the EA server to clear.

I would like for the day to remain blank.

Thank you.

Paolo
Story Editor/Moderator

The Eunuch Archive-
Founded by Bboy.
Lovingly carried on by his friends.

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    Diary of a Broken Jock Part 2

    I woke up again, this time in less of a haze. I looked towards Jer.
    It hadn't been a bad dream. He really did have tits. Now, there
    were pumps attached to each of his nipples. He was awake too.

    "We got to get loose, Jer." I said.

    "I can hardly move, Jake", he answered. "My chest is fucking sore,
    these things are sucking my nipples, man. I hurt real bad."

    I struggled but only succeeded in tiring myself out. I kept looking
    at my friends hairy chest, his tits were huge, like some porn
    chicks. What kind of sicko could do this to a dude?

    I soon got the answer to my question. The door opened. The doctor
    walked in.

    "How are you doing, gentlemen?" he asked. He was in his 40's,
    short, balding, out of shape. I looked at him in disgust.

    He walked over to Jeremy. He removed one of the nipple sucking
    devices. I heard a plop and Jer's sharp intake of breath.

    "Did you enjoy my wifes breasts?" the doctor asked Jeremy. "Now you
    have your own to look at. Nice, lovely, hairy breasts. Are they big
    enough? Would you like another set right below these? Or maybe
    you'd like a set on your back?"

    I began cussing, screaming, struggling. The doctor just laughed. He
    put a gloved covered hand on Jer's cock. "You placed this inside my
    wife. It's rather large. Your a very handsome male, or you were
    before you got your breasts. Now you are a freak. You seemed to
    enjoy my wifes cunt so much, I am going to give you  one of your
    very own."

    The doctor walked towards me. "I am going to make your friend over
    there even more freakish. I am going to split his dick open, invert
    it, modify it. I am going to convert his over used penis into a
    large inviting cunt. I am going to place his testicals inside his
    body. He will have a cunt them produces sperm when he climaxes. I
    am literally going to turn his penis inside out and make a lovely
    tunnel, a passage that he will need to fill in order to ever get
    sexual relief."

    He grabbed my cock. "Your not well endowed like your friend. Your
    penis is just average. And your testicals? Hmmm, they are average
    too."

    He held my nuts in his hand as he said this. The door opened again.
    Two large guys walked in. I got the impression of Hitlers perfect
    race as I looked at the two huge goons.

    "Place his legs in the stirrups" the doctor said.

    I tried to kick as they followed the doctors orders. It was useless.

    One of the goons truned a crank on the table that Jer was strapped
    too. The table moved upright forcing Jer into a sitting position.
    His tits looked even larger. The goon moved the table so that Jer
    was staring right between my legs.

    The other goon was pushing a smaller table filled with surgical
    tools over by my side.

    The doctor put on a fresh pair of gloves. I watched in horror as he
    washed my nut sack with alcohol. I screamed as the surgical blade
    cut into my nut sack. I was crying as he pulled my left nut out of
    the sack. I watched as he cut it off. He was silent as he tied the
    cords, and stiched up the sack. I felt pain, I could feel the
    needle going in and out of the sack.

    He walked over to Jeremy. "You are going to fuck your friend in his
    asshole just as you fucked my wife. If you don't, I will remove his
    remaining testical. And my guards will fuck him. "

    My table was adjusted, my asshole was exposed. I watched in pain as
    Jer was unstrapped.

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