Stevie - Part 4 (Epilogue)

Summary: Stevie finds that being a nullo is wonderful.

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Today was the first anniversary of Stevie's nullification. I smiled as I
looked down at my beautiful boy lying on our bed. Now 17 years old, he looked
as young as the day I met him.

His long dark hair fell around his narrow shoulders. Stevie's face was more
beautiful than ever as he smiled up at me, holding out his arms to embrace me.

I gently sucked his nipples, which by now had swollen as large as a woman's.
Red and ripe, they topped his breasts, which also had grown now that his male
hormones were drastically diminished.

I kissed my way down his stomach, stopping to swirl my tongue in his pierced
belly button. Stevie groaned as my lips moved between his legs. I was
surprised how much sensation he still experienced in that smooth, hairless
area.

My tongue moved along the two scars that marked where his genitals once were.
As David promised, there was a very small bump, barely noticable, to remind me
that Stevie once had a penis.

Without prompting, Stevie turned over onto his stomach. I gently stroked each
buttock, touching the three scars on each side where I had struck him,
punishment for his masturbation. The next day, I took his manhood.

I parted his cheeks and gently licked his anus, prompting a sigh of pleasure
from Stevie. My tongue probed lower, touching the pisshole created by David a
year ago. Stevie shivered as I licked this new opening, so sensitive to the
touch.

My cock was rock hard by now, but I didn't want to rush our lovemaking. A dab
of lube on my finger circled Stevie's asshole, which dilated at the slightest
touch. Stevie was whimpering now, begging to be fucked.

My finger slipped in easily, greasing his hole. A moment later I had two
fingers inside him, loosening up the muscle that ringed his anus. Soon, Stevie
was wide open, ready to receive my cock.

I got on my knees behind him, placing the tip of my cock against his puckered
hole. I put my hands on his hips but didn't thrust forward yet; I wanted to
savor the moment and make Stevie wait for me.

Then, slowly, I pushed the head of my cock inside him. Stevie gasped and then
sighed. I stopped for a moment, then gradually moved my hips forward. Inch by
inch, my rigid shaft disappeared into Stevie. I thrilled at the delicate
warmth that encased my cock, the muscles that grabbed my member and then
released it as it moved inward.

Finally, my balls were touching Stevie's beautiful ass. I stopped thrusting,
encircled his chest with my arms, massaging his muscles, squeezing his
nipples.

I moved my hips slowly in and out, my cock withdrawing and then entering him.
Stevie moaned as I gradually picked up the pace. My fingers drifted down to
his hairless crotch, tracing the thin scars there. That always sent a jolt of
electricity through his body, and into me.

Stevie thrust his ass back at me, trying to capture every inch of my penis.
His prostate was now the center of his sexuality, and my cock was giving it
intense stimulation.

As my thrusting grew more frantic, my lips kissed the back of Stevie's neck. I
thrust my tongue into his ear, then bit his earlobe. My teeth clamped onto his
delicate neck. I knew my orgasm was near. Stevie panted as he awaited the
explosion deep inside his bowels.

A scream escaped my throat as I felt my cum shoot from my cock. Stevie shouted
too as his hole spasmed around my penis, milking every last drop into his
body. My balls slapped against his ass. It seemed like my orgasm went on
forever.

Now, it's over. I lay on top of Stevie, my cock still embedded in his hole.
Our breathing slowed. I felt a trickle of fluid on my thigh, leaking from
Stevie's pisshole. I scooped it up with my finger: his watery cum. I licked my
finger clean.

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Giving Their Left Nuts

Summary: <b>Toronto urologist satiates her fetish — a taste for good gonads.</b>

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Dr. Zelda Dundas did her undergraduate work under the skirts of most of her
sexy classmates at Scarborough University for Ontario Women.

She did her post-graduate work in post-op, peering under the hospital gowns of
men coming out of urological surgery. The doctor herself has never
_officially_ come out of the closet.

Dr. Dundas is a urologist who knows how to operate cock-and-ball equipment.
She knows how to operate _on_ cock-and-ball equipment. She knows how to
dismantle cock-and-ball equipment.

But her deft, skilled hands do not really like _touching_ cock-and-ball
equipment. What her delicately-tactile digits love to caress, and love to
love, are cunts.

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Men with dick problems come _to_ her all the time — because she doesn't dick
around, and because a conclusive diagnosis always requires that they cum _for_
her all the time.

If the men needing cock check-ups pay by check, they get a hand-job from one
of the doctor's lovely, cuntly, great-assed assistants. If they have great
health insurance, they get blow jobs from the Blue Cross beauties — so both
the cocks-in-question and the bills-for- _service_ get inflated.

Mesmerized by the masterbation examination, the cock-troubled men never ask
for a second opinion when Dr. Z. D., M.D., makes her routine determination:
“Necratic Testicle, Left Side, Excision Indicated.”

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The doctor's unilateral orchidectomies are shown bi-weekly on ORTV. You have a
ring-side seat, and the cock-ringed cocks make especially erotic viewing —
they always stay rock hard as the left scrotal sac has its testicular tenant
evicted.

She does a dozen per week. Sometimes thirteen — if her baker will be at her
traditional Sunday brunch-of-balls.

No beeper for the urologist on Sundays. No emergency time off during the
taste-of-testes tęte-á-tęte.

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_Classy Bitch always has two invitations.
Care to join her sometime?_

The good doctor would like to
meet and eat you too.

Cunt _or_ cock will do.

We like sweets _and_ meats.

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Slave and Castratrix

Summary: A professional Castratrix preparing a slave for service

` She held his penis by the foreskin and stretched them out to see. She took
the knife and slowly circumcised him. He squirmed in pain and the mouth gag
had muffled his scream. The penis head was now exposed and she put the
foreskin on the plate she had next to her. She pinched his penis head and
pulled it towards her. The slave was struggling even more now but he knew it
was hopeless. He was bound securely and even if he managed to get away from
her, he would only find himself in another room like this with another woman
doing the same to him. He is slave and this is going to be his life from now
onwards. She pinch his penis head real hard and then took the knife again. The
slave urinated in fear and she felt his warm urine running through fingers
that held his penis. She placed the ˝ inch from the base of his penis and
started cutting. She liked to look into their eyes as she cut off their
penises. Tears were rolling down his eyes and he felt faint. He hoping that he
would faint but it wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. He was also a
strong man but it wasn’t his strength that was keeping him conscious but just
bad luck. She knew that he would not fait. She has been doing this for more
than five years. She had castrated over a thousand slaves. Three slaves per
day. She hated it initially but now she enjoys it secretly. She loved the
sense of power she felt each time the slaves were brought into her room. She
loved the way they begged for mercy and she will look at them with feign
compassion and then they would feel as if they stood a chance. She would start
stripping them and shaving their genitals and they would start to panic again.
She loved toying with their emotions. She loved looking at them defeated as
she sawed off their penis like this one right now. She felt his warm blood
running through her fingers as she severed his penis. She watched the penis
shrivel up n her hand and then she placed it with the foreskin. She grabbed
his testicles and gave it a strong tug. She placed the knife close to the base
and started cutting it. By now, the slave has almost fainted. He could hardly
hold his head up. She took her time cutting and gently squeezed as she sliced
his testicle. She held it in her hand and squeezed the testicles out of the
scrotum bag. She placed it on the plate and hit the red button. The nurse had
been waiting in the next room. The red light was the queue for her team of
nurses to come in and patch the slave up. That was slave number two. Now she
would take a short break and get the last slave, the cute one. She always
saves the cutest ones last. She would tease them before castrating them.

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Burning Desire

STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, Painful Punnishment For Rape

Summary: 14 year old Tania is pack raped by 5 youths who are caught and now must be punished.

Walking into the hospital foyer Tania had tears streaming down her face. The
Triage Nurse Samantha led her into the small room and sat her down. The doctor
was paged and the police were phoned. Writing down the details Dr Daniel
explained that a sample of semen should be taken from her vagina as well as at
least one photograph. Nodding Tania moved to the bed and laid down. lifting
Tanias skirt Nurse Samanther lifted her dress and lowered her panties noteing
the blood and odvious semen stains on the panties and aroud the area. The
contusions were concistant with forced penetration. A photograph was taken
then a sample from inside the vagina was taken as well as around the external
pubic area. A photograph was taken of the bruising on her wrists and ankles as
well as a facial picture of the blood oozing from her mouth and nose as well
as the swelling around the eye socket. Then looking in a gruff seargent
quickly left and was quickly replaced by a femail officer. Taking down all the
details the suspects height weight and desription were quickly assembled.

The DNA was extracted from the sample and there were 5 destinct DNA found. The
suspects were assembled and Tania pointed out nine who looked like her
attackers and DNA then isolated the five.

The trial was quickly done and the jury had no doubt in their verdict.
Senticing the five the judge invited Tania and her family to attend the
procedings. After the 15 year sentences were placed on the five the Judge
asked the family if they believed justice has been done. No called out Tammy
who is tania's mother I want more. Tammy approached the bench and the Judge
listened and nodded. The guilty youths were led to the back cells they were
fastened to five separate bunks head to toe so the each were in line with
anothers genitals. Cutting away their pants and exposing their genitals. Two
of their penes were uncircumcised and Tammy took two pair of scissors from her
bag. Handing one to Tania She turned to the nearest foreskin and openned the
scissors and slid the lower blade between the Knob and the foreskin and closed
the scissors cutting the foreskin. Then Tania did the same to the other
foreskin. Their owners screamed as their foreskins was cut. Then Tammy cut
around the knob until the foreskin was completely cut off. Then She placed the
bloody foreskin in the youths mouth. Tania did the same. The blood was
dribbling from the 2 penises. Then a ring was fitted around each of the just
circumcised pesises each of the rings were filled with cotton wool and then a
small cage was placed around each of the five penises keeping them pointing
upward. The cotton wool was then saturated with metholated spirits then this
was lit and the flames licked around the newly circumcised penes. The screams
and smell of burnt flesh filled the room. Then Samantha took garden shears
from her bag and walked to anothe youth and holding the tip of the lads knob
handed the shears to Tania nodded and Tania closed the shears severing the
penis where the knob is attached and the knob was picked up and placed into
the screaming youths mouth. Then Tania reached over to the next penis and held
the tip up while Tammy cut the knob off the sceaming youths cock. Then the
next one was cut off. The fire soon went out and the cages were removed from
the charred penises. The knobs were cut off these in a similar matter. Then
Tania and Tammy ate the cooked knobs in front of the two youths. They did mot
injure their balls as they wanted them to need but not be able to satisfy
their need. Just a sTania would never be able to sexually love any one.

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DICKLESS AFTER ACCIDENT

Summary: I have lost my penis due to a motorcycle accident. The following text gives some information about my situation afterwards.

Story of accidential penectomy of 19 year old boy.

My name is Werner. I am 23, 185 cm, black hair, slim, like
travelling, reading newspaper, listening to music. Studying civil
engineering. I have lost my penis at an accident with my motorcycle
4 years ago. The accident happened in summer. I weared a pair of
short slags only, no safety dress, when I made a short ride with my
motorbike in our village. A car hit me and I came below my bike. My
lower body got contact with the chain and foot rests. I can't
remember these things, but police suggested this way. Additional to
the direct injury there occured an infection one day later because
of dirt.   That time I got seriously injured and survived only due
to good medical help in a nearby hospital. The penis could not be
rescued however. The shaft with all erectile tissue had to be
amputated due to the infection and strong damage. It has been
removed completed. No erectile tissue is left. The urethral opening
was relocated between scrotum and anus. Only a short piece of the
urethra could be saved by the doctors due to strong damage during
accident. Also the bladder had been injured. The closing muscle does
no longer work well. So I have to go to bathroom often times. All
wounds have healed so far. The testicles are working as hormone
producers, so that I have not to take hormones externally. My sexual
drive has decreased strongly however after the accident. Erections
are no longer possible. Soft massage of my balls etc. is a wonderful
experience for me. I am very shy now.   First time in hospital I had
a catheder after the surgeries. But after one week I had to lern to
use my new pee hole. In the beginning it was very painfull because
of wounds. It was difficult to do the job without too much spray.
Nowadays I can handle it quite good. Due to the very back location
of the opening I have to remove my trousers for urinating. I have to
sit down for this business of course. Only this way I can pee
without spray nude. I can use the urinal toilet with special pose
only. Practically I use the sitting toilet where no one can watch
me. Because of strongly reduced capacity of my bladder I have to pee
quite often since the accident.
For me the accident was a big change of life. Before that I had been
never thinking about such a handicap.
There are so many problems physically and mental. I was 18 yrs old
when it happened. At that time I was living with a lovely
girlfriend. First time she gave me good support already in hospital
and later at home. But after 6 months she went away with another
boy.   I had several injuries, also broken legs. But that is all
okay now. "Downstairs" some organs had been badly hurt. Testicles
(contusion), urethra (rupture, shortened), bladder (rupture, small
capacity after surgery remaining) and prostate (removed) got much
damage. Errections are no longer possible, there is nothing left to
grow and get hard. Only in my dreams I can have it, and it happens.
Generally my sex drive has reduced much. I have no more
ejaculations. Only from time to time, mostly at night, some liquid
is coming out of my pee hole.  In former times I enjoyed sauna and
nude swimming. But nowaday I am shy and try to avoid to show my
genitals to others. The time in hospital when I got a lot of
treatments after the injury was horrible. Many nurses and female
doctors saw me.
I am still a human beeing, even without cock. But education of boys
from childhood on, gives the a feeling of importance of having a
(big) penis. That's also why it was a big shock to me.
Is there any other dickless boy to share experiences?

http://internetdump.com/users/werner


Another Client of the Agency

Summary: making an eunuch

Another client of the agency

I am 26 Years old and from Germany. After school I studied history at
university. Thru the internet I hert of the special agency which
brings together neuterd men and some masters. I found this idea
thrilling and a good alternative to being jobless and with no future
in my profession. As I had no close friends and familiy the decision
for the big step was not so difficult. In northern Africa I got my
medical and psychological treatment. In about 1 month I will be sold
to my new owner.

I agreed to get my body modified for a special client. The rough
outline of the procedure was clear for me and somehow I had strong
desire to have it be done. Details of the alteration were explained
to me by a physician after I had signed all documents as requested by
the lawyers. I had good confidence to his skills and experience as he
told me about his education, previous works and equipment of the
hospital. I was to become an attractive eunuch. However on a first
glance I would look still like a man. The whole change of my body was
schedule to last 1 year before my scheduled handover to my owner. I
was told it is a wealthy lesbian lady in spain who is waiting for me.

Next day came all the usual examins, screenings and laboratory tests
which proofed my health status. I omit here the description of every
day live in a hospital with sleeping, eating, washing and
examinations.

One day later in the early morning the operation began. Prior to that
I had taken a shower and shaved my dark hair on and around the
genitals.

During the big surgery (under full anaestesia) my both testes were
removed thru a small cut in my scrotum and replaced by silicone balls
of around double the size of my own ones. All erectile tissue of my
penis was taken out and replaced by some flexible silicone material,
giving my dick half the size it had before in case of an erection.
The urethra was shortened to a new peehole between my balls and anus.

I was connected to many machines, several hoses and cables came out
of my body, when I first woke up. There was no much pain due to
medication. My body between the legs was fully covered by bandage.
Some hours later I felt strong pain in my dick and scrotch. Exiting
was the first change of dressing. I could see my swollen genitals
blue colored. Only a few stiches had been made by the surgeon
outside. My urine was taken by a catheder.

Physical recovery was quite fast.  Already after one week I had to
lern to use my new pee hole. In the beginning it was very painfull
because of wounds. It was difficult to do the job without too much
spray. Nowadays I can handle it quite good. Due to the very back
location of the opening I have to remove my slags for urinating. I
have to sit down for this business of course. Only this way I can pee
without spray. I can use the urinal toilet with special pose only.
Practically I use the sitting toilet where no one can watch me.

Around two weeks after surgery my genitals were looking almost normal
again (no visible scars) exept the changes which I have to live with
forever. The heavy fake balls and quite big but soft penis were a
strange experience. Due to lack of big blood vessels and erectile
tissue my dick is pointing downwards and will never be able to
penetrate a vagina again. It looks as if I have a very good equipment
even when I wear my trousers but it is fake and I will never be able
to father a child.

All my body hair (head, arm pits, pubic, eye brows etc.) was removed
during the next weeks permanently by a laser epilation method. When I
take a shower nowadays I feel completely naked.

To stop my male sex drive and to avoid problems with the bones a
female hormone therapy started a few days after the surgery. Several
effects I observed caused by the hormones. I received estrogens and
progesterones. My sex drive decreased rapidly. However any erections
were impossible not only because of the hormonal changes but also du
to the removal of the core tissue of my dick. The penile skin is
prevented from shrinking by the silicone implant. Slowly my breast
size increased. I felt tension and some pain in the chest for several
month. The areoles and nipples swelled. I have to wear plus sized
shirts to hide my breasts nowadays. My fingernails became thinner and
more brittle.

My mood began changing. Internal emotions were amplified, became more
apparent, distinguishable, and influential. I observed that changes
in the hormone therapy (adjusting dosages up or down in the regimen)
caused a week or two of depression and otherwise unexplainable
emotional fear. After 6 month my sex drive and enjoyment had
disapeared completely. The hormones I receive are Estradiol Valerate
(Progynon-Depot by Schering, Germany). I get 10-30mg/2-4wks injection.

Mentally and bodily I am ready now to serve a lesbian couple in every
regard. Personally I have no sexual desires; I do not know what I am.
In deed I am a eunuch.

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Clitoridectomy Support Group 6 The eunuchs

Summary: Two eunuchs relate their story

The eunuchs

That evening Christine spoke to Sal on the phone. She invited us round to
their apartment. I was surprised when neither Sal nor Marion opened the door.
A fresh-faced young man, little more than a boy, opened the door. He was
wearing a jalabaya.

He invited us in and asked as usual if we wanted tea. Marion came into join
us. Ibrahim served the tea.

I was puzzled about Ibrahim. His skin was quite clear and his voice was high.
Christine smiled at me. She said to Marion, ‘I don’t think our guest knows
about your domestic arrangements.’

Marion explained, “There are four of us here. In addition to Sal and me, we
have Ibrahim and Mustafa. They are eunuchs.’

Ibrahim smiled as he poured the tea. I was curious. ‘I did not know that there
were eunuchs still around.’

‘Oh yes,’ said Ibrahim, ‘There are still a number of forced eunuchs. They can
be bought in certain select markets. I spot them on the streets from time to
time. They are usually servants of women. We do similar errands.’

‘You were not forced?’ I asked.

‘No, both Mustafa and I are voluntary eunuchs. We did not wish to become men
and were castrated at puberty.’

‘How did it happen?’

‘We are both orphans, but from relatively rich extended families. Our cousins
encouraged us to become eunuchs. We then could not split the inheritance
further. They paid for the best medical treatment.

‘We were both late developers and saw what was happening to other boys. We did
not want to become hairy with enormous genitals and discharges we could not
control. We were friends and discussed the idea together.’

Marion said, ‘I was working as a hospital administrator at the time and the
families approached me to arrange discreet medical treatment. I was fascinated
and agreed to meet the boys to discuss the matter. They were both certain it
would be better for them. To avoid them simply responding to family pressure,
I arranged for them to stay with me for the weekend. I had just met Sal then
and we talked to them about all the consequences.’

‘We examined them. Both were still pre-pubescent and did not have erections,
even when we fondled their penises. Neither had been circumcised; their cocks
were really quite pretty. Sal took some pictures, which we still have.’

‘Having discussed the options, the boys wanted complete emasculation. This was
more expensive, but the families paid up. I arranged for them to done in a
small clinic rather than a hospital. The operation involved some stretching of
the skin in the public area to enable them to be ‘smoothies’ and this took
some time to heal properly. But they are now smoother than any girl.

‘Show them, Ibrahim!’

Ibrahim lifted his jalabaya above his head and put it on the floor. He really
was very pretty. His body was boy like in smoothness, but with a little more
musculature. His crotch was a smooth V. There was no interruption of even the
beginnings of the labia you see in women. I put my hand out to touch him
between the legs. He did not back away. “Is that pleasant.’ I asked.

‘Oh yes, it is nice, but not intense. I think we gave them the idea for
modification.’

Sal had come in and she said, ‘Yes, when we saw how calm Ibrahim and Mustafa
were, we decided to join them, at least as far as we are able.’

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Strange Days on "Star Trek": Wesley's Evil Deeds.  [S]

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#  Strange Days on "Star Trek": Wesley's Evil Deeds.

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[STRAIGHT] [PENECTOMY] [TESTICLES] [NULLIFICATION] [MINOR] Other:FanFic

    An unexpected torture session blows Wesley's mind.  The evil deeds
    are in the computer and it is only a matter of time before he gets
    caught in his own web of hallucinations.

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    on.  I am just referencing characters of a show I like so my readers
    can visualize the situations better.  No copyright or trademark or
    other legal term is being done.  All resemblance to people past,
    present or future is totally coincidence and you should slap
    yourself for thinking I actually know everyone in the world.  If I
    spell names wrong or they are not portrayed in the best light, deal
    with it, it is a fan-fic.  Warning: it starts slow, but ends well.

    	Wesley walked the twists and turns of his fabricated castle.
     The stone walls and columns echoed his footsteps to the depths of
    the holo-deck.  Drips and an occasional sizzle from a passing torch
    were all that could be heard for the first few floors.  Pulling back
    the lock and bolt on the outer door to his torture chamber, he
    entered and quickly locked the door from the inside.  He hated being
    disturbed, especially at crucial moments.  The torture chambers
    looked much like a gym with all its wooden tables and metal
    contraptions.  In fact, he had the best exercise here than in any
    modern "full body exercise pod".  The far corner had a bed of straw
    and piles of supplies to keep the chambers well lit and warm at this
    dark depth below his fantasy city.  He entered the chamber and was
    greeted with two screams.  One was from Tasha: a scream of ecstasy.
     The other was from a woman on a machine that he could not make out
    from across the room.
    	Tasha was busy torturing a woman on a machine that resembled
    the rack.  It had four small tables: one for the torso and one for
    each limb.  The victim of this machine could be easily positioned
    and stretched while being tortured.  Tasha was using a double-sided
    dildo to rape the woman's ass while pleasing her over-stimulated
    pussy.  From the screams, the woman had never had a dildo in her ass
    before.  As she pounded away with her eyes shut, a wicked smile grew
    on Tasha's face with each scream.  Wesley grew excited from the view
    and moved closer to find out which crewmember Tasha had sent for.
    Although Tasha was his main victim in the torture room, he allowed
    her certain freedoms.  She couldn't leave the room, but she could
    ask for any type of food or plaything from the "guard" at the
    entrance.  The "guard" was a fabricated person he had created to
    perform such tasks in his absence.  G-man, as Wesley liked to call
    the guard, had no personality, no emotions, and no higher thought
    processes.  G-man worked off a simple set of rules.  The three
    biggest were that no men were allowed in except him and no weapons
    were allowed in and Wesley can create or break rules as he sees fit.
     Apparently, Tasha had asked for a plaything.  This type of
    plaything wasn't quite what he had in mind when he had entered it in
    the rules.  He had expected a book or puzzle or game board.  Tasha's
    first request of G-man was water.  Then she tried food.  Then she
    tried the door.  Wesley was notified through his console at his
    station.  Wesley liked to keep the program running in a hidden part
    of the holodeck memory banks.  It added a bit of realism when he
    walked into his city of life and saw the changes of his citizens.
    Whenever something major happened, like war or fire or escaped
    prisoners, the program was set to freeze and notify him. He did not
    want to miss anything exciting.
    	As he moved closer, he noticed that the woman looked
    familiar.  She had her arms and legs angled up and her torso angled
    down.  It almost looked like a skydiving lesson gone awry.  He
    laughed inward as he approached the circle of light.  Still hidden
    by the shroud of darkness, he disrobed and observed from a distance.
     He liked to appear before Tasha suddenly, especially when she was
    masturbating.  Often she would fall to his feet and begin to fondle
    and suck on his cock and balls.  He liked the sound of lust and need
    that would echo off the walls when she would demand for his "live
    cock throbbing in her".  Dildos were good and torturing people was
    fun, but a willing partner and a male one were rare in her days in
    the chamber.  Thinking of interrupting the session of torture with
    one of his grand entrances, he noticed that the woman was Diana
    Troi.  She screamed directly at him and looked into his eyes
    eventhough he was well hidden behind a pillar in the darkness.  He
    had decided early on that he would not involve himself sexually with
    any crewmember he knew personally, unless the need arose.  His need
    throbbed between his legs and was very demanding.  Her eyes had
    never left his as he pondered the dilemma.  The holodeck was doing a
    damn fine job of simulating the mind reader of the ship.   The ship
    knew what all the crewmember movements were, including sex, and
    logged them in its files.  Supposedly, to develop a more
    ergonomically and user friendly ship.  All Wesley knew was that with
    those logs, the computer could simulate what any crewmember would do
    in a sexual situation.  The thought of having sex with a mind reader
    out weight the danger of bumping into the real mind reader and
    accidentally thinking about having previously having sex with her.
    "Computer, inquiry."  YES.  "In this situation, does citizen Troi
    wish me any harm and are the safety locks in place?"  NO HARM IS ON
    FILE IN THIS SITUATION. YES.  He walked into the light and placed
    his cock in front of Troi.  With his cock just out of reach of her
    mouth, he undid the restraint on her right arm.  She quickly grabbed
    his dangling balls and pulled his cock into her mouth.  "A mind
    reader is exceptionally good at fellatio," was the only thought he
    had for about ten minutes.  He gyrated his cock all the way to the
    back of her throat.  She massaged and pulled on his balls while he
    grabbed handfuls of her black hair.  When he felt he was close to
    orgasm, she would instinctively yank hard on his testicles.  When he
    grew tired of her massages, she would hum on just the right spot on
    his cock or rub that soft spot behind his balls.  He suddenly
    realized that with her ability to read his mind, the only way to
    orgasm was to tie her back up or get Tasha.  Tasha was very busy
    torturing, so he pulled her arm back to the restraint and secured it
    in place.  Without her control of the situation, she soon found
    herself having to swallow or drown.  No Betazoid induced blue balls
    for this ensign.  The gagging and choking sounds and his own cry of
    release awoke Tasha from her orgasm-induced daze.
    	She fell to the floor sucking and massaging his shrinking
    cock.  After 15 to 20 minutes of oral stimulation, he was not
    responsive.  She gave Troi a stare of pure anger once she realized
    the situation.  She stood up and left the circle, violently pulling
    the dildo from Troi's abused rear.  "Freeze Program."  He adjusted
    the table back to its original flat position and flipped Troi over.
     Making sure the straps were tight, he walked to the head of the
    table and unfroze the program.  Without a word, he sat on her face
    and placed his balls in her mouth.  With his asshole in her nose,
    she labored for fresh air and her tongue fought the fleshy gag.  The
    battle was quickly exciting him.  Just as he got his erection back,
    Tasha returned with a hot poker and quickly cauterized any open
    wounds in Troi's ass.  If not for the safety overrides, Wesley knew
    that he would no longer have balls.  He had to freeze the program
    and unhinge Troi's jaw to get circulation back into his testicles.
    When he unfroze the program, Tasha was at his feet, worshipping his
    engorged member.  He stood her up and had her lay on top of Troi.
    With his balls in Troi's mouth and his cock in Tasha's muscular
    pussy, he was in heaven.  He was gyrating into Tasha's pussy while
    alternating between massaging the huge tits of Troi and groping the
    handfuls of Tasha.  He commanded Tasha to lick Troi and soon all of
    them were moaning.  His bliss lasted for hours, until it suddenly
    stopped.  The program had frozen and he was stuck with his balls
    locked in one mouth and his cock gripped by a very tight pussy.
    Panting and sweating, he tried to regain his strength.  "Wesley, how
    are your studies coming?"  The voice of his mother came from the
    darkness.  "Fine, I was almost finished.  Why?"  Wesley replied.
    "Just wondering when you were going to leave the library and get
    some dinner?"  Wesley crafted the program to freeze if any
    communications from outside were sent to the "Library".  If anyone
    came into his "Library", the feudal system he created would turn
    into a giant library with him in the farthest corner and on the
    highest floor.  This security program was a necessity when prying
    mothers or would-be father figures from the bridge would come to
    check on him.  Often he was in the middle of something and suddenly
    he was masturbating with a book.    Luckily, he was not interrupted
    by a real person, but just by his pesky mother's transmissions.  He
    told her he would run her errands and would be home in time for
    dinner, anything to return to heaven.  By the time he was finished,
    he was limp and needed circulation in his balls.  That is why he
    hated being interrupted.  He unfroze the program and immediately
    Tasha started cursing and moaning.  He slapped her and told her to
    move where he was.  He knelt on the table with Troi between his legs
    and Tasha staring at his limp cock.
    	Tasha was not a woman to be denied something she wanted.
    And right now, she wanted a hot cock in her.  It was a rare delicacy
    and she would not share it with a mere play toy.   She latched on to
    the cock and both her hands pulled his balls to her chin where she
    massaged them to the point he felt they would pop.  She placed a
    finger up his ass and massaged his prostate while sucking his cock
    to what seemed like her stomach.  In under a minute, he was moaning
    with Tasha due to their mutual oral attentions.  Tasha slowed as she
    felt his balls pull close to his cock and released his member with a
    plop.  She still massaged his balls with both hands, so fucking Troi
    was not an option yet.  He lowered his cock to Troi's chest and
    moved Tasha's hands to squeeze Troi's breast.  Within seconds, they
    fell into another blissful rhythm.  Troi being tit-fucked to orgasm,
    Tasha being licked to orgasm, and Wesley in the middle of it all.
    Tasha's possessive nature wouldn't allow it to last however.

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2000 British Eunuchs at Khartoum

GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, Other:   mass rape

Summary: Based on history, the story of the Mahdi's capture torture and killing of a whole British army. A tale so horrible that it is always glossed over in history books, usually no more than one paragraph. Most of it is true.

This story fills a book which is out of print and I cannot even
remember the name, but I did read it years ago.  The true story is
cleaned up and glossed over to fill usually one paragraph
nowadays.
The best part starts with the British Army in Khartoum just having
been totally defeated by the Mahdi because Parliament would not
spend the money for reinforcements, which had been urgently
requested.  Their armaments including sidearms having been
collected by the natives, they were marched into the town square.
About two thousand men and some officers.  The officers were lined
up in front facing the men, who were properly in rows and files,
looking sharp, but dejected as the British are not accustomed to
having been defeated.  These soldiers were the usual very young
recruits, about 18 or 19 years old.  A few, principally drummers
and buglers were only 14.  Each soldier and officer had a native
soldier standing behind him, knife in hand.  The officers were
ordered to strip naked and, while protesting, the prodding knives
encouraged them to do so.  Soon, all the officers were naked,
facing their men.  Much fun was made over their white skin and
little dicks, even when they were not little.  Then the men were
made to strip and their clothing was collected by Arabs passing in
front of them. Their hearts sank when they realized that their
clothes were not coming back gain. When they were all naked, the
main Arab officers came by for an inspection. They selected about a
dozen of the youngest, cutest blonds with big dicks and ordered
them to line up on the steps, back to the wall.  More little Arab
boys brought big pots of butter along the line, and each Arab
soldier took some, and with his knife point under the balls of his
Brit, he forced butter up the ass of the British soldier. Any
protests were quickly silenced with a poke of the knife.  He also
greased his hard dick and removed his outfit (nightgown like
thing).  Each Arab then began to force his cock up the ass of his
British soldier, who was still standing at parade rest in front of
him, but with his hands on his head.  Meanwhile the officers were
being prepared for fucking by the Arab officers.  The fucking went
on for some time, then, as they came, filling the proud British
asses with common Arab spunk, each Arab reached around and jerked
his Brit off.  Of course the English soldiers were humiliated by
their inablility to stop this personal abuse of their sexual
privacy.  Because the circumcised Arabs were unaccustomed to
Natural dicks, they pumped slowly, enjoying the new sensation of
masturbating an uncut cock as well as the discomfort and
embarrassment of their former masters. Just as each Brit shot his
wad, the curved knife which his personal Arab soldier held in his
hand separated his balls from his body forever.  Much screaming
ensued, and the soldiers panicked whem they realized that
castration followed orgasm.  They tried very hard not to come, but
eventually they all squirted out their last load of sperm and felt
the knives. Soon the only British balls still intact were on the
blond boys on the stairs.  Again the Arab boys came along the lines
with large baskets to collect all the British gonads.  They had
several bushels, which were presented to the officers at the
front.  Now the British officers were also castrated.  But their
ordeal was just beginning.  Now eunuchs, they were openly fist-
fucked in front of their eunuch men, still standing at parade rest,
but with both hands on top of their heads.  When the Arabs got
tired of that, they cut the dicks off the officers and finally
beheaded them, displaying their heads on poles in front of the main
building.  The Arab guards who were guarding the troops switched
places and fucked different British soldier eunuchs, using the
sperm of the previous entrants as lubricant.  One more inspection
tour of the ranks revealed about a dozen really well-hung eunuchs.
Those dicks were removed as souvenirs. So now, the officers all
dead, the eunuchs still bleeding, they were marched off into the
desert with the admonition "The British want eunuchs; here they
are."  You see, Khartoum has always been the chief source of eunuch
slaves (and it still is) and the Brits were renowned for their love
of boys, especially boy eunuchs.  Two thousand British eunuchs
marched until they bled to death.  Amazingly, a few did survive to
tell the story.
Now, back at the square we still have the blond beauties lined up
naked but unfucked and uncut on the stairs.  They were taken to the
dungeon inside, where they were brought out one a time for the
pleasure of the Mahdi, himself.  They were all eventually killed,
but over a longer period of time after having gone through days of
being fucked and sucking cock.  The Mahdi loved blond eunuchs.  The
pity is they were all killed. They would have all brought a fortune
on the slave market -- white eunuchs are the costliest. When the
word of this outrage reached London, a lot of troops were sent,
much too late, of course, and the Mahdi was killed.  Khartoum was
British until mid 20th Century. Things change and they remain the
same.  Khartoum is still a great source of eunuchs for the harems
of Arabia.  They are usually much younger (so they will develop no
masculine traits) and black. They are bought from traders who scour
central Africa and sell the boys (and some girls) in the slave
markets of Khartoum.  So one of the Sudan's biggest exports is
eunuchs, and has been for many centuries.  In that one aspect, the
British changed nothing.


The Thing about Doris

Summary: BDSM is fun for some.

The Thing About Doris

by

Kortpeel

The really nice thing about Doris, apart from her looks was that she
understood BDSM. As an aficionado myself, I reckoned I’d struck gold when I
met her. I loved her creativity in this area. She had a talent amounting to
genius for it. She knew what would get me going before I’d even thought of it.

It was two years into our marriage when she had me naked, bound wrist and
ankles to the bed, legs splayed. A parachute on my balls was attached to a
nylon cord which rose at 45 degrees to a sheave wheel mounted on a purpose
–made steel stand. Currently the weight hanging from the cord was thirty
kilograms and Doris was carefully adding another ten kilogram weight. I could
feel the extra load on my scrotum. And some pain too.

“Doris, I think that might be a bit too much.”

“No it’s quite safe provided you don’t make any jerky movements. Just keep
still.” Doris sounded serious about keeping still. She had me scared but at
the same time I knew that inducing fear was part of her BDSM talent. She
measured my scrotum. “That’s good; another six millimetres. I’ll give you
fifteen minutes.” She walked out and left me there.

Doris’s aim with this ball stretching was to have me walking around in a mini-
skirt with my balls dangling below the hem. Humiliation was part of her
repertoire. The tight p.v.c. skirt for the occasion was already hanging in the
cupboard but so far I hadn’t worn it.

I’d complained when I first saw it that it looked sluttish. “Exactly,” she’d
said. “If you were really entitled to wear a skirt you’d be the kind of slut
who’d choose a skirt like that.” The well chosen insult was part of her
armoury too. “Besides, it will show off your butt nicely.”

Doris came back with a tray of tea. “Just one minute to go.” I needed that
tea. My throat was dry. Fear has that effect. She put down the tray and
checked the stretch on my scrotum. “Another two millimeters. So far so good.”

She lightly fingered my prick. “What I can’t understand is how you can keep a
hard on all through the ball stretch. You really are a sick pervert. I believe
you actually enjoy it don’t you?”

She knew damned well I enjoyed it. Suddenly her face screwed up in disgust.
“Oh Jed, you’re all bristly down there. You haven’t shaved.” Shaving the pube
was compulsory. Doris insisted on it. My prick got a light chastising rap from
the ruler that Doris used to measure my ball extension. “I’ll let you out and
you can go and shave your pube.”

“Careful how you remove those weights.”

Doris, kneeling by the weights, gave me a withering look. “Be quiet. This is
the tricky part and I need to concentrate.” She returned to the task and was
lifting off the top weight when our door bell rang.

“Coo-ee. It’s only me,” Doris‘s mother sang out.

Doris stood up, dropped the weight, lost her balance and fell on to the steel
stand. I don’t know whether I actually saw my balls flying away from my groin
or just imagined it. I passed out at that point.

Doris collected me from hospital next morning. They’d kept me in overnight for
observation. I’d enjoyed the tender, intrigued attention from the nurses as
they so dutifully checked my dressing and, incidentally, my erectile function.

Doris did her best to be sympathetic but it seemed to me that my balls
hurtling across the room was the ultimate BDSM turn on for her. There was a
sparkle in her eyes and a flush in her cheeks every time she spoke about it,
which was all the time.

“I’ve got your new balls here,” she told me when we got home. She produced a
syringe and some little glass ampoules. “I have to give you a shot every
Friday evening.” She couldn’t keep the enthusiasm from her voice. “The people
at the hospital explained it all to me.”

All that was two years ago. Life goes on and we’re still happy. Doris loves
having a husband with no balls. She’s six months pregnant with our first
child. Don’t ask – that’s another story. Doris assures me that the kid will
look like me.

Oh yes, and there’s a picture in our secret album of me in that mini skirt.
The balls hanging below the hem are those plastic ones that some guys hang on
their trucks. It’s an awesome picture. Doris gets turned on every time she
looks at it.

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All Hat, No Cattle (part 5)

Summary: In which our protagonist comes to realize a vision of his future.

A clangorous brassy bell pulled the sleeping occupants of stall
C-1 out of their slumber while darkness still shrouded the
confines of the barn.  Those not jolted awake by the clanging
were very soon moaning with pain induced by the rectal inserts.
Hopping about their enclosures, some of them actually burst into
tears.  The day crew arrived minutes later carrying four foot
long halters which they peremptorily attached to the nylon
strapping by a small ring between the scrotum and the anus.
They jerked the virtually naked males, some still erect from
their morning sleep, out into the long cold aisle between the
stalls, shoved them into something resembling ranks and commanded
those not exhibiting an erection already, to do so immediately.

The response was astonishing and caused gales of laughter to
erupt from the six or seven female wranglers: every one of the
tumescent penises projecting from the hapless male groins
shrivelled and hung flaccid within thirty seconds. What followed
amazed Larry even more. An odd, grainy sensation somewhere between
the agitation of a beeper and a static shock began to manifest
itself in the vicinity of his prostate gland.  Almost simultaneously
he felt his exposed member begin to swell and within seconds, his
penis, raw looking and nearly purple, stood out from his loins
at a perfect 45 degree angle.  Moments later one of the female
handlers roughly grabbed his halter from behind and, her soft
breasts brushing his lower back, rudely duck-walked him in the
direction of what appeared to be stainless-steel feeding
troughs lined up nearly the entire length of the building.

(to be continued)


Forbidden Sisterhood

Summary: This Ritual of Supreme Latency, where us sisters, celebrated the undeniable fact of superiority over the male gender.

Two whole years to get the prize, two years of hard work and study in the
Forbidden Sisterhood and I got the great honor, the chance to attend this. The
monthly Ritual of Supreme Latency, where us sisters, celebrated that
undeniable fact of superiority over the male gender.

Last night i could not sleep. No. Became too anxious. Too curious i may say,
about all those tips and gossips i've heard... they made my pussy moisten... I
had waited too long for this. The night had come. I was there, so where a few
sisters... and her, The Mother... of course.

So flawless... and mighty in her dark silk and leather habit. Untouchable...
there...

And then, there was the flesh... several slaves, caged and reduced to their
nudity, panting... sweating... bare naked sexual animals as The Mother just
declared in the first chants.

I doubted they would ever behave like that. But with high hopes i had provided
the info to get two of them. But no, they where no longer my half-brother nor
my coworker, they had all been tricked by the seductiveness of The Mother
herself to come to this place, to be reduced as slaves. Willingly....

Standing there in my single piece dress of black cloth i could see it all. The
black stone altar, the dark spot in the middle, the black granite gargoyles
surrounding it, The Mother, her glorious beauty caught by the soft breeze of
midnight. A single pull and it was all exposed. Her smooth female genitals, so
mighty and pure at sight. Her alabaster breasts, free and careless, round and
voluptuous... Oh Mother! freeing a powerfull invisible spell that made our
young maiden pussies tingle with admiration and desire.

We had all been trained in the arts. Yes, but she called me.

"Miss Candrah, its time." she said.

I was to make the choice and i knew who i wanted. It was my personal vengeance
as well as my delirious and perverted attack against my father's so thorough
family plans. I was to enjoy watching the destruction of his stupid virile
pride, of that only object of fatherly love...

"This male! This animal! i know he is ripe my dear Madame."

Five sisters inmediately went to the old rusty cage and pulled the young
filthy male creature out. His lovely blond hair undone, stained with mud and
rust. His neck and limbs chained in such lovely skin tearing way... I was
wickedly delighted as my sisters took him by the chains and placed him near
the altar. They made his poor teenage knees bleed as he was roughly forced to
kneel in front of The Mother.

I stepped slowly watching her cold smile widen. It was done now, there was no
turning back... and the inevitable wickedness of such fact made my insides
twist in pure pleasure.

Silently, The Mother dug two of her long black nailed fingers inside her
glorious vagina. Then, so gently and invitingly, smeared his nose just to be
quickly slurped by his craving tongue and mouth.

Laughing at loud she just said...

"Lost... you see... these lower animals are, to the scent!!!"

Sisters hands flew over his now proudly standing penis and testicles. In a
flash they were tight bound and the glans properly exposed. Our Mothers face
transfixed as she screamed out loud in laughter. The wind blew stronger and
heavier now. My heart raced, the wetness of my sex falling heavily to my lower
legs. I could only watch in expectation.

His breath had quickened as The Mother pushed her cursed vulva against his
helpless nose and mouth repeatedly. And yes, the effect on the poor young man
was inevitable. As driven by a primal instinct to mate he stood in single
motion. My sisters could not hold such heavy chains no longer and he moved
forward, panting, almost unconscious, towards The Mother, now firmly set
straight above the dark hole in the middle of the altar.

It was time. And he just couldnt notice. How could he? Poor dumb creature, so
badly programmed by nature. He just aimed his bloated shaft against her pussy.
A cold-bright glare caught our sights as the silver metal clitoris made its
way down... to the root. Such sight in did... Jets of deep red blood escaped
as the thing went through and sliced the vulnerable flesh of his shaft. And
although the pain must have been horrible for him, still he tried to force
himself pushing in and out of The Mothers wicked cavity.

And my orgasms rained, cascaded, inmediately.... Watching that virgin mushroom
shaped glans beeing sliced once, then twice and then multiple times by her
long sharp metallic clitoris. My womb convulsed to the point i had to be held
by my sisters. His screams where horrible, almost unhuman but yet he kept on
humping against her, lost in an automatic motion we all laughed at.

There, humping with a bleeding flower-like sliced cock was my half-brother.
Crying and screaming in extasis. In no time the torrent of virgin male blood
got deep inside the hole that desacrated our altar...

So many, and such horrible, disgusting limbs of that putrid spiked plant arose
from the depths as summoned by some evil need to feed. And by his vulnerable
gonads he was pulled down until laying flat against the hole. The traction of
the spikes on his bare flesh made me faint inmediately since it was such a
bloody show.

Now i wonder, how would father feel now... looking at the eroded front of his
inheritance, just that big piece of barren muscular flesh that i see now.
Perfectly alive and sleeping yes... but here, at my feet, as our mentor, so
rejoiced, explains the facts of the past ritual to the older members of the
Forbidden Sisterhood...

Since this is an adapted story submitted by a fellow Mistress, comments
welcome to kathycba43 AT hotmail.com. Merci.

-.-

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Fantasy to make real

Summary: A fantasy a real stud wants to make real.

` The following story is fantasy. It is, however, based on a real person
committed to the course of action in the story. Please post comments on the
bulletin boards or email me at noblee@mac.com or IM me on AIM at noblee379 or
on MSN at noblee@mac.com. You must be of legal age in your jurisdiction to
read adult material to read further. Enjoy. `

For the person to whom this is dedicated, I hope you enjoy!

He sat in the Toronto bar, sitting alone on a barstool watching the women.
There were a few nice looking girls, but none that appealed to him. Then She
came in. She was beautiful, tall, dark, long hair, tanned, tight body and
perfect lips. She sat down a few stools away. He watched her order a Molson
Canadian. She licked the rim, inverted the bottle taking a long swig. She
looked at him. He was gorgeous; she was just as hot. He picked up his beer and
sat next to her. “Hi,” he said. She smiled, “Let’s go.” He followed her out of
the bar.

He slid the key into the door to his apartment, they slipped in. She kissed
him; he was hard in his jeans. She felt his crotch through the denim; he felt
her through her silk blouse. They stumbled into his bedroom. She collapsed
onto his bed and he fell on top of her. He kissed her; she threw him onto his
back. She removed a set of handcuffs from her purse. He smiled; she secured
him to the bed, his Banana Republic shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest. She
slid his jeans off; his cock popped through the hole drooling onto his silk
boxers. She massaged the shaft causing him to moan. She licked the tip once
and slipped his boxers off. She produced another two sets of handcuffs and
bound his legs to the bed. He began to panic and tried to fight her off; she
secured him.

“Ready to get off?” she whispered in his ear.

“Please. I need to get off,” he begged. She mounted him, sliding his massive
tool first into a condom and then into her.

She lowered herself onto him. That’s when he noticed me. I was filming the
whole thing from inside his closet. “You!” he said. He almost came seeing me
there.

After a few more impalings, he came. He grunted loudly and his eyes flew open,
his head jerking along with his cock. After six jerks, he collapsed.

“OK, let’s get this thing off,” she said. She picked up a container of
disinfectant and a cotton ball from the tray next to me.

“No! Not yet! I need to cum again,” he begged. “You promised me as much as I
wanted.”

“Well I’m not going down on that again. Once was more than enough for me,” the
lesbian cutter declared. He looked at me desperately.

“Please, guy. I gotta get off.”

I had already made up my mind. I said nothing as I slid between his legs and
licked his balls. That was when he first realized my tongue was pierced. I
smiled. His cock was still mostly soft lying in its own juices inside the
condom. I pulled it out of its latex sheath and it began to harden again. I
ran the tip of my tongue around his head a few times and took the huge tool in
my mouth. It had a strong bend in it and it was hard to force down my throat.
When it did burst past my tonsils, I fell into his crotch. His balls were on
my lips and I pulled out. He squirted as I pushed it back down my throat. I
pulled away and checked the film.

He lay on the bed breathing slowly. His cock was soft on his bare crotch. He
opened his eyes with a start when she touched the alcohol to his genitals. “I
am not ready,” he said again. “Just one more time.”

Again I walked over to him and began to pump his tool back up. He wore his
Nikes. I took his left shoe and placed it on his chest. I jerked him off. “I’m
gonna cum.” I put the tip into the shoe as he started to orgasm. I watched the
liquid soak into the insole.

“Do it,” I said. She wiped the organ clean with a cotton ball. I moved the
video camera closer.

“Hold this,” she said handing me a box of pins. She injected him all round his
cock, which was hardening again. “That thing has a life all its own!” She took
a loop of plastic and cinched it tight, causing the shaft to bug out.

She took the scalpel from the cart and began to cut into the skin. He
screamed. “It’s only a bit of skin. Stop whining.” She cut all around the
massive tool. Then she pulled the skin up from the wound, which was about 3 cm
from the base, and jabbed one of the pins from the box I was holding through
his cock. He screamed again. “You see,” she said to me, “I am pinning the skin
out of the way but conserving enough to cover the wound.” She jabbed another
pin into his erect cock. Blood was flowing from the open wound.

“Now, we need to cut through the next layer.” I watched her through the
viewfinder cut deeper into his cock. In a matter of seconds she had
successfully removed the organ, excess skin hanging off its grizzly stump. She
took a cauterizer to seal the open tissue and pulled the skin back over the 1
cm stump. She pulled it to a point and sutured the skin to the urethra. “Well
that about does it. Bring him by my office tomorrow.” With that she left.

“So how you doing?” I asked. Tears were streaming down his face but he was
smiling crookedly.

“It’s done?”

“Yup.”

I still have the cock. It is stuffed and mounted on my wall. He is now friends
with the vet who cut him. Now he wants his balls off. She is more than
willing.

**Hey guys. This is a real fantasy he really wants to happen. Anyone
interested in helping him out, email me at noblee@mac.com. We need a skilled
cutter (very preferably female… maybe a vet or a med student) who would help
this stud out. He lives in Toronto. Let me know if you are interested. Also,
we could use a taxidermist who won’t ask questions about the rather
interesting job. And a shrink who wants a case study in Toronto would be nice
too! Ciao.

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Penectomy in Arabic Country

Summary: I lost my penis according to sharia law after having sex with a girl.

` Hello to everybody! `

I was working as an electrical engineer in an arabic country two years ago. I
am 26 years old and now back in Germany. During my stay in that country I was
looking for some relief of my sexual desires. I met a young girl in the
hotel's bar. She came to my room after some classes of wine (which was
available there for foreigners). I was so hungry for sex and she seemed to
enjoy it too. So we had a fantastic night together. However 2 days later the
sharia police contacted me. I had to come to the police station. There I was
accused of raping a girl in my hotel room. The lady of that night was also
present. She accused me of having had sex with her (against her will).

I tried to explain to the policeman that nothing had happened that night and
that we had only some drinks together. But without a real trial I was
convicted of rape. All my explanation where in vein. The judge ruled that I
had to be penectomized according to the law. The part of my body that was
responsible for the "crime" had to be removed. As I was a foreigner I was
lucky. The modification of my body has been done in a hospital by a surgeon
and not by some layman. Under custody of the police I had to go to a hospital
some days later. There was a doctor who had got his education in the US. Under
full anaestetic they removed the outer part of my penis exept a small stump of
2 cm length (errect) during a 2 hour surgery. I should never penetrate a woman
again after that operation.

When I woke up after the surgery there was some pain downstairs like hundreds
of needles stiching into my dick. For about one week I had to pee thru a
catheter. I was shocked when I first saw what was remaining of my once nice
penis. When the bandage was changed first time found that the glans and most
of the shaft had been removed. There was almost no more errectile tissue only
a short stump with a catheter. I was dismissed from the hospital and also the
country after 10days. The wound had healed almost completely and the catheter
had been removed by the nurse.

Back in Germany I contacted an urologist immediately to find some help.
However he he found that from the medical point of view his collegue did a
good job. No additional surgery was necessary and no improvement of my
condition was possible.

Nowadays I can no longer pee standing. I have to sit down and squat for
peeing. It is very difficult for me to get sexual relief. Women are laughing
when they see my small stump penis. Practically I cannot penetrate a vagina.
Sex with a woman is more like pressing clit against clit. It is almost
impossible for me to ejaculate. Important nerves of my penis have been
destroyed. Sex life for me has changed dramatically. I am no longer the macho
who screws a girl. Sometimes my penis stump is almost invisible. Nevertheless
I have the strong urge for sexual relieve.

* * *


The Good Deed

Summary: A good deed backfires and a well-meaning young man is ruined.

I don't know who said this. I laughed when I first read it, but I have learned
to my sorrow that there is much truth to it. "Let no good deed go unpunished."
There's no justice in this world. Example : A good friend of mine was run over
while delivering Christmas dinner to a shut-in. He survived, but with
permanent injuries. That'll teach him !
Then there's my good deed. In my back yard is an 80-foot-tall Norway spruce.
Locally, it's known as "the kite magnet" or the "kite-eating tree." If anyone
flies a kite in my neighborhood within sight of that tree, he can be sure that
it'll end up entangled in its branches.
Little Jimmy next door, aged 8 or 9 or so, was outside in his own yard flying
a new kite his father had given him, in the form of Snoopy in his Sopwith
Camel. Well, if the kite had belonged to Charlie Brown, it couldn't have
gotten tangled up in a kite-eating tree any faster.
Jimmy was crying because he hadn't gotten any use out of his new kite. This
was the first time he'd ever flown it. So, out of pity for the poor little
kid, I climbed up into the tree to fetch it down for him. At 19 years old, 210
lbs. I was too big and heavy to be climbing trees free-style without technical
aids such as lineman's spikes and a rappell rope.
I got to the kite, freed it, and threw it down to Jimmy who was ecstatic and
ran home with it. I started down the tree and got to within some 12 or 13 feet
of the ground when I put my weight on a branch which was too weak to support
me. It broke away from the trunk and I fell landing astride the lowest limb on
the tree, the one I'd used to haul myself up into the tree, a good strong
branch, some four inches in diameter . I alighted squarely on my balls which
popped and squished,.........and were no more.
I'm convinced that that is the most intense, most devastating pain that a man
is capable of feeling. He can feel it only once in a lifetime, but that is
more than enough. I fell off the branch shrieking like a banshee and broke my
right arm when I struck the ground. I didn't realize until later that I had
broken my arm. The agony in my balls was so intense that I couldn't even feel
the pain of a mere broken arm.I also just barely noticed an intense twingeing
pain in my dick of such short duration that I hardly had time to be aware of
it.
Frankly, I wish that I had been a wimp and had passed out right away. As it
was, I suffered unspeakable pain until the ambulance arrived, about 20 minutes
later !
I'm rather embarrassed to admit that I was still a virgin at 19. I had,
however, no intention or remaining one for the rest of my life. Unfortunately,
that is how it turned out. I could take testosterone injections, but it
wouldn't do me much good. The pudendal nerve was crushed and there is no
feeling in my dick.I could possibly get a hard-on if I took testosterone, but
what good would that be ? .I couldn't use the numb thing.
So, rescuing Jimmy's kite is one good deed which did NOT go unpunished.

* * *


Mrs. Buxton's Husband

Summary: Mrs. Buxton ends her husband\'s wandering ways......Based on a wonderful couple i know well.....

` Edith Buxton looked at her husband James as he slept soundly in their bed.
The sedative she had put into his evening tea had certainly worked well. She
now realized this was the best way-James would never stop his lusting after
younger women and would certainly not consent to castration.... `

The doorbell rang and Edith let Jessica in. The young woman hugged the older
woman and quickly entered the bedroom. "this is really so simple" she
cheerfully told Edith-"James will be so much calmer and will truly be a better
husband"

Jessica gently spread the sleeping man's leg open and smiled when she saw the
large testicles of her friend's husband.She quickly prepared him and made sure
his groin was completel numb. Her expert

hands (she was a registered nurse) held the man's penis up as she prepared to
remove his sack and the problem-causing testicles they contained. She glanced
at Edith-the plump wife about to witness her husband's transformation to a
eunuch. Jessica placed her well-used gelding knife under the sleeping man's
scrotum and quickly and cleanly severed the heavy full sack. He shuddered a
bit but the dose of sedative and the local anesthesia kept him asleep.

Jessica gently stitched the new eunuch and left Edith directions for his care.
She gave Edith a few painkillers for James should he require them.. She told
the older woman she would return in a week to make sure he was healing
properly.

Edith woke the next morning and explained to James that she loved him and now
they could be true best friends.James was depressed for a few days but
gradually accepted his eunuch state. After a few months he never thought of
sex-even as he watched his plump wife

hold the clear jar containing his large scrotum. Edith loved seeing her
husbnd'smanhood so perfectly preserved for her.....

* * *


MUSCLE BALLS PART 2

Summary: Joe takes his revenge on a muscle hunk who bullied him in high school.

` The more he thought about it, the angrier Joe got. The memories welled up in
his mind and he relived the moments again and agin, as if it were yesterday.
When Joe was in high school, he was constantly bullied and harrassed by a
bigger guy named Brett. Brett was a true jock -- football, baseball,
wrestling. In high school the blond stud was 6'3 and 220 pounds of solid
muscle, and he loved showing it off. `

Brett always dressed in clothes which accentuated his figure, and every
movement drew attention to his musculature. He loved tanktops, including
cutoff tanks, which he called muscle shirts. He loved very tight jeans and
cutoff shorts which showed off his thigh muscular thighs. Brett was smooth all
over except for his pubic patch and armpits.

When Brett wore cutoff tanktops or T shirtts, you could see his ripped
abdominal muscles. He tight shirts snugly fitted his thick slabs of pectoral
muscle. His arms were very impressive, with big shoulders. His biceps looked
like cannonballs when he moved his arms. Brett loved raising his arms over his
head and flexing for all to see, making a bid scene of stretching and yawning
and drawing attention to himself. He was cocky as hell and walked with an air
of superiority over everyone else.

He liked to push Joe's face into the water fountain, puch him in the back, hit
himwith a towelin the showers, and embarrass him in front of the other
students. Joe just smoldered and took it. What else could he do?

Well, now that was going to change. The time had come. All the frustrations
and resentments came out and Joe decided it was time to give Brett what he had
coming.

He knew Brett worked out late in the 8th Street gym and was there alone many
nights after others had gone. With his newly aquired stun gun and, for good
measure if needed, some mace, he got ready. Sure enough, after midnight,
Brett's car was the only one in the lot. He entered the deserted gym and heard
the shower water running. Brett must be in there.

He hurried to the shower area and peeked around the corner to see the object
of his hatred. Brett was there, and looked just like he used to look, only
about 20 pounds heavier, and all solid muscle. While Brett's eyes were closed
under the shower nozzle,Joe approached and zapped him long and hard with the
stun gun.

It had its effect. Brett went out like a light. Joe turned off the shower
water and dragged the muscle hunk from the shower area into the locker room.
God he looked great. Still the smooth rippling muscleman he remembered.

He quickly tied the stud's wrists and ankles to the bench supports anchored in
the floor so he was spreadeagled. He took some straps of leather and tied one
to each knee and tied the knees apart so Brett would be unable to move his
thighs to protect his groin when the fun started. And then with some smelling
salts and a little water to the fact he awoke a groggy Brett.

"What the hell?" Brett began. "Your days as a he-man are numbered, muscleboy.
I am gonna take your balls." "Shit. Fuck you", Brett shouted.

"Wrong answer," Joe said as he kicked the hunk in his testicles. Brett
screamed in agony.

Brett took some duct tape tape and taped Brett's penis up to his abs so it
would be out of the way. Then he placed a block of wood under the bound stud's
nut sack so the sack rested atop it. "God no, please don't" whined Brett.

"Say bye bye to your babymakers, hot stud." Joe took a rubber mallet and began
beating the young muscle hun'k's balls with it. Softly at first to get his
attention,and then harder and harder. The muscleboy thrashed violently against
his restraints to no avail. He knew he was being ruined. The pain was
incredible, and began radiating upward into his abs. 5, 10, 15 blows to each
doomed testicle. The smaller one finally burst and became a spongy mass of goo
in its ballbag, and Joe held the remaining intact ball in his hand.

Joe looked into the blue eyes of the bound young blond muscleboy. Their eyes
fixed on each other. Brett's tear filled eyes pleaded "No, no." Joe said "Well
stud, you spent all those years building up your muscles and trying to look
perfect, and now you do. You look perfect. And now I am gonna ruin you for
good. All your muscles and work wasted. Big muscle stud naked and helpless and
defenseless. Say bye bye to your seeders."

With that the mallet came crashing down on the last testicle, rupturing the
skin and forcing the orb out onto the floor, still attached to the body by its
cords. Another blow to the ball splattered it for good.

On the way out Joe called 911. After all, he wanted justice and nothing more.

* * *


Bull castrated by mistress

The large black bull had lived through his mating years. His
mistress decided to have his testicles removed. However, she grew
excited at the thought of removing his balls and decided to do it
herself.

One morning she came to his stall and admired his swollen balls,"its
such a pity to lose them, but I will make it pleasurable to you and
me".She lead him to the restraining area and trapped him so he could
not move.

She then knelt by his ball sac and massaged them. The bull was
aroused and dripping semen. She now suddenly grabbed the right nut
and pulled it down hard and applied a crushing instrument. He was
bellowing in agony, she continued to crush him. The bull could feel
the semen from his testicle now pouring out. When his right testicle
was completely crushed, she pulled the left one down and started to
crush it mercilessly. In agony and in ecstasy the bull lost his
testicles.


mommy's boys???

STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, a recent true account of the sons of a mom who used chemical castration and more to control her boys!!! This is true and happend earlier this year in new jersey

Summary: As a friedn and her youngest's soccer coach,i watched as the single mom of 2 handsoem unrully boys got what they deserved, as their mom chemically castrated them and then transformeed the oldest into a . she got he ideas from me and by readignthe eunuch archives..This is a true life account.

` Removed for being totally illegible.-P-

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Police Investigate Testicle Removal?

Summary: True Story ?

` Police Investigate Testicle Removal? `

OAK PARK, Michigan -- Police are considering charges against a U.S. man who
cut off the testicles of a man he met on the Internet.

Officers found the apparently willing victim sitting on a kerb in blood-
stained jeans in Oak Park, Michigan.

They later found his testicles in a Tupperware container in a refrigerator at
the home of the suspect.

Police said the victim met the Oak Park man through the Internet. The pair
chatted online before meeting in person.

The Oak Park man allegedly removed the testicles with a scalpel while the
other man was on the kitchen table.

The suspect first stitched the wound, and the two sat around eating pie. Soon
afterward, the victim started bleeding uncontrollably.

Detective Lieutenant Bruce Smith told The Daily Tribune: "The victim said this
is something he wanted to do. I don't know why. It's unbelievable."

He said the 48-year-old victim, from Birmingham, later underwent three hours
of surgery in hospital. The suspect, who was 29, was released while
authorities determine whether a crime was committed.

* * *


Lawn Service

Summary: A slave learns of his Master\'s plan for his castration.

` LAWN SERVICE `

Master had already fired two lawn services because they didn't cut the lawn at
a consistent two-inch height. Now, don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, but
precision and neatness are not among Master's virtues. This didn't quite ring
true to his form. He said it was just to facilitate his passion for playing
golf. But I suspected the real reason was he just didn't find the crews cute
enough. Or not quite his type. I was very suspicious and very jealous. But as
a slave, what did I have to say in the matter?

We had been engaging in Master / slave experiences for nearly a year and a
half when he decided he wanted me to quit my job, give up my apartment, and
become his full-time whipping boy. I was ecstatic.

The relationship was everything I expected and hoped it would be. I was beaten
and fucked regularly. I'd been whipped, branded, and tattooed. I was kept
nude, summer and winter, inside and out. My nipples were pierced and had been
pumped so much they now extended three-quarters of an inch from my chest. I'd
had weights on my balls so often and for so long, they now dangled a good five
inches below my rigid prick.

Best of all was the bondage and torture. Master often had me cramped in a cage
in the basement. I've been mummified in the closet for days at a time with a
feeding tube and a catheter as the only openings. I've been stretched on racks
and crosses. I've been manacled to slings. But my all time favorite was being
buried alive.

Master kept a shallow trough dug in the back yard covered with a metal plate
and a layer of turf. Only two openings: a breathing tube and a small removable
plate above my crotch for torture.

Often after an evening of discipline, Master led me to the backyard, unearthed
the steel plate and had me lie down in the hole. There was no need to tie me.
By the time the metal and grass had been replaced, I wasn't going anywhere.

"Sleep good. We'll practice golf in the morning." He shouted this parting
comment this time.

I had slept, but the morning chill had penetrated the ground, and by the time
he pulled aside the metal plate, I was shivering. His warm piss splashing into
my crotch felt almost hot.

Then he attached the three-inch stretcher to my sack and locked the plate
tightly in place against the binding. That placed my balls even with the top
of the grass where he placed a golf tee into my nut sack piercing. He was
ready to practice his golf swing.

He was particularly brutal this morning. The screams echoed in the confined
space, and I nearly deafened myself. Finally he stopped. I fully expected that
he'd get me out then, as he often did.

Instead, he shouted in to me. "Breakfast time. I'll be back. Meantime, think
about this: I've chosen today as the day for your ultimate slave sacrifice."

I shuddered. I had known all along that eventually I'd be castrated, but had
expected more notice to prepare myself. I was wondering how he planned to do
it when I heard a distant motor. That's when I remembered it was the day for
the lawn service crew, with its riding mower set at the depth of precisely two
inches.

* * *


Thecia's Vampire

STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: Fiction and not for minors.A vampire fantasy.

Thecia’s Vampire.

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. Most of my stories have some
truth in them. This one is a fantasy.

Marisa lives in Dallas and works in Grand Prairie TX. When ever there is a
full moon she seems to drop out of sight. So here is the story of Marissa.

It was the night before a full moon, Marisa’s mind and body were uneasy at
they always were at this time in the lunar month. It was time to find her
cohort, Julia and, as she puts it, “scratch their itch.”

Marisa and Julia waited behind the rear entrance of “Daddy’s Money”, a bar in
Dallas. A thin man with a cowboy hat staggered out and made his way to a rusty
pick up truck. As he fumbled with the door key, Julia approached him and asked
if he was going toward McKinney. While ogling the young woman, the horny
cowboy answered that if she was going there, he was going there. As he turned
to enter the truck her taser hit him and he fell like a ton of bricks. The two
women bound and gagged the man. They struggled to get him into the bed of the
truck and left with their prize.

The second victim was taking a leak in an alley behind a Burger King. He fell
like the first and was bound and loaded in seconds.

They took them to the basement of a warehouse building in the east side of
Dallas.

The men woke to total darkness. Each was unaware of the others presence.

Hours later the morning sun began to shine a tiny bit of light through the
cracks in the shuttered windows and each man became aware of the other.

A door creaked and two shadowy figures moved toward the prostrate men.

Each felt a gentle hand massage their balls. Two cocks rose as one. The
women’s attention moved to the hard dicks and at the same point in time they
pierced each cock with their sharp teeth. The men screamed in their gags and
bled like stuck pigs. The women, with abandon, drank the pulsing blood. Each
wound was expertly tended to and the men were again left in the darkness.

The two chained men cringed as they saw the vampire, Marisa, walk into the
cell. This would be the third day of their ordeal. Both were now chained to
hard stainless steel tables and both men knew what was coming.

Marisa calmly finger flicked Ken’s cock and balls, bringing the blood to the
surface. Slowly she sexually mouthed each ball. His big dick began to harden
and grow despite his fear. She moved her attention to his ever expanding cock.
Her lips expertly caressed it. First the helmet received her attention
followed by her talented tongue tracing his shaft, first around his rock hard
pole and then up and down it. Ken, knowing what would ensue, tried to stop his
boiling load of cum from erupting. His efforts were to no avail, as the first
spurt of thick rich cum shot into her hot, waiting mouth he felt her right
canine teeth puncture his still rock hard cock. Even through the extreme pain
his big cock kept discharging huge ropes of cum. Marisa hungrily sucked in the
great quantity of cum/blood mixture. Her pursed lips showed the shadow of a
smile.

James, whose eyes had been glued to the scene, was already hard from watching.
Marisa didn’t waste time on his cock but immediately mouthed his right ball
and her sharp teeth punctured though sack and ball in one bite. She expertly
sucked the ball until all of the available blood was gone. The left nut
suffered the same fate. Even with the pain his long thin cock was as hard as a
rock. She said, “Tomorrow was to be the day, but what the hell.”

Without ceremony she mouthed the head of his dick and bit it off at the helmet
lip with one chomp of her powerful jaws. Blood spurted everywhere, but, after
the first spatter, every drop was sucked into her waiting wide open mouth. The
helmet was chewed and swallowed.

The women used a red hot iron to cauterize the wound and forced a thin tube
into his pee hole to keep it from scaring over. Even without his helmet, his
dick was impressive.

Julia entered the room and surveyed the carnage. Her words were, “and so it
begins.”

Both of Ken’s balls wouldn’t fit in her mouth but she forced them. She sucked
on them for a minute and ken then felt her strong teeth begin to crush the
cords in his nutsack. Moments later Julia’s teeth met and Ken’s balls forever
left his body. Each one made a popping sound as it ruptured. They were soon
mush in her mouth and she swallowed them.

By the end of the day, both cocks and all four balls were history. The two
women were sated, at least until next month.

The men were treated by a local underground castratrix (that would be Thecia)
and put back into society as eunuchs.

I don’t know what the vampires did then, but Thecia stopped at a Mexican
restaurant and had a taco.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia

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Hijra Article from Hindustan Times 26 Sept. '98

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            The final blow to my manhood

            My name is Shabnam and I am a eunuch. I was not born so...well, this story is
            about how a young man called Aslam was turned into Shabnam
            overnight...through a barbaric operation. The deep gash of a knife that you see on
            my face is a recent one. I got it a few days back in a scuffle at the Old Delhi
            Railway.

            One customer, a very tall young man, tried to run away by not paying me after we
            had sex behind the public urinals. I was soon overpowered by him, though I
            myself am quite strong. Luckily, a cop, who is also my “admirer”, came to my
            rescue. As I stood before the mirror at home that night, attending to the bleeding
            cut in my left cheek with an anti-septic cream, I was suddenly filled with a twinge
            of pity for myself. Where has Fate brought me? I almost wept as I looked at my
            pathetic, painted face, kohl-lined eyelashes, balls of wool in my kameez and a
            woman’s dress with a red dupatta, hanging about me as if on a dressmaker’s
            mannequin.

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

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

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

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

            (As told to Pankaj Tuli)


The Contest

Summary: A contest where men lose their cocks

The Contest

By Carol

It is the night of the cockoff contest at the FemDom Club. The Mistresses
dressed in their finest fetish outfits are looking forward to the night's
festivities. Each Mistress who intends to enter the contest, and win the
million dollar prize, has brought a male, to represent her in the contests.
The males, all of whom are powerfully built, and well endowed between their
legs, are chained naked to the walls of the room so that they could be
inspected by those who will be betting on the outcome of the event.

The rules of the contest are simple. It is to be a tug of war. Each man will
have hs cock pierced, and a steel ring secured through the piercing. Then the
men will be paired off. They will stand with a cock guillotine between them. A
steel wire will be attached to their rings, passing through the guillotine.
The object is for one man to pull the other man's cock into the guillotine,
where it will be cut off. The Mistress of the last man with a cock still
attached to his body is the winner. To make things more interesting the men
will have their hands secured behind their backs so all pulling will have to
be done with their cocks. Also the tripping devise of the guillotine is
activated when the loser's cock is fully under the blade. It is activated by a
button his own body will hit. Although the Mistress may not pull on the wire,
or in any way pull on her male to assist him, she may encourage him to greater
effort by using a cattle prod on his cock and balls.

It is time for the first heat of the contest to begin. The betting has been
heavy with Mistress Anne's, and Mistress Barbara's males being the favorites.
The men are brought to the judges table where he is commanded to stroke
himself hard. He is then ordered to place his cock on a wooden plank so the
judge can hammer an iron spike through his cock. The spike is removed and a
"U" shaped steel staple with the ends flattened and drilled out is placed on
his cock with the holes over the piercing. A threaded rod is inserted through
the staple and his cock to be secured with lock washers and nuts on top and
bottom.

Once the men are ready they are led to their places on either side of the
guillotines. The judge goes from pair to pair, attaching the wire cable to
their cocks and insuring that they are equal distant from the guillotine. When
she is sure that all is as it should be, the judge signals for the contest to
begin. Soon the room is filled with the grunts and groans of the men straining
to pull their opponent into the guillotine, and keep from being pulled into it
themselves. There is the occasional scream of a man being urged on to greater
effort by his Mistress, and her cattle prod. Women are cheering on their
favorites. Then there is the swish, and scream as the first cock is severed by
a guillotine. Women are clapping and cheering the event. The women who bet on
the winner collect their bets. It is not long before half the men have lost
their cocks which became trophies for the Mistress’ of the winners.

There is a brief intermission during which the men who still have their cocks
are set up for the next heat, and the women have a chance to place their bets.
This heat is the same as the first, only with half the men. It takes heat,
after heat until there are only two men who still have their cocks. As was
expected they are Mistress Anne’s, and Mistress Barbara’s males. The betting
is very heavy on this the last hear. This heat is the longest as both men are
evenly matched. Then there is the familiar swishing noise as the blade drops
to cut off a cock. Mistress Anne’s male is the last man with a cock attached.
She is declared to be the winner. After collecting her million dollar prize,
ahe tells her male that he will receive a reward. She blindfolds him, and
leads him to one of the guillotines. She places his cock under the blade, and
holding it in her hand she lightly strokes it to full erection. She whispers
in his ear, as she continues to stroke him. Then as he begins to shoot his
load, she kisses him on his lips and pulls him by his cock into the release
button. His cock is severed and come off in her hand. She holds her final
trophy over her head to the cheers of all the women in the room.

As for the men. Their wounds are cauterized with hot irons, and they will be
allowed a brief period to recuperate before returning to the FemDom club next
month for the ballsoff contest.

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Fedish

Summary: Me and the weird things i did to my penis!

Hi,
	My name is Jeremy and when I was 14 was when it all began.
I got into doing weird things to my penis which got to the point
that it was a daily thing for me.
	It started when I was 14 of course with a q-tip. I was in
the restroom right before I took a shower. I got a wacky idea. I
would remove the cotton from the q-tip and stick it down my dick
hole. I did. I was in pain for a few short minuets. I did not bleed
but when I took a piss it hurt.
	Then a few days later I got another idea. I was going to
pinch my dick with a needle. My moms sewing needle. All the family
was gone and I found the needle after 10 min. of looking. I was in
my room with alcohol. Rubbed it on my dick and stuck it through the
skin. That was not enough though. I needed more. I got the needle
and stuck it directly through my dick. From the top to the bottom.
But it was still not enough. I had a swiss army knife in my room. I
reached under my bed and took out the long knife. I thought and
before I was finished it was done. I had my penis in one hand and
the knife in the other. I was bleeding of course. I called my
friend who came over and laughed so hard. He liked it though. He
was Gay to. He was a junior and could drive. He drove me to Sierra
Providence Memorial and stayed with me through the hole thing. They
could not put it back on.
	Today when I get an erection you can see a little stump. I
piss through a tube like thingy. My parents by a miricle still
don’t know im dick less. I am 18 now. The same guy who helped now
is my boyfriend.
	Later


Brad & Mike

Summary: Brad and MIke meet in a club, and Brad has some fun with Mike later.

` Mike, a 21 year old tattoo artist, walks into the small concert hall. As the
band finishes the song, the crowd begins to separate. Mike wanders around for
a bit and bumps into a young boy who introduces himself by the name of Brad.
Mike is definatly attracted to this man but not quite sure if Brad swings the
same way. `

The two move to a corner away from the music being played and get to know each
other a little more. Brad is 19, and an aspiring artist in a small local band.
Eventually, he couldnt take it anymore and he had to have Mike.

"You.. wanna go to my place?" Brad asked hesitantly. Mike stared at him in
awe. He couldn't believe it. But did Brad have the intentions Mike did? They
drove to Brad's apartment, stayed in the car for a while just talking, and
eventually got out and headed twards the door. Brad lead Mike through the dark
living room and switched on a light at the far end on the room. The room was
soon flooded with an irridescent light. Colorful, fluffy couches and armchairs
were placed in a circle around a large black coffee table. In each corner was
a silver floor lamp with 3 bulbs each: Red, blue, and a soft white.

"Nice place," Mike complimented, "What's the bedroom look like? Heh." By now
Mike was getting a little braver and more interested in Brad. Brad nodded
joyfully and motioned to the bedroom. As Mike walked into the room his eyes
lit up. The walls were totally coverd in posters of bands both local and
widely known. Mostly emo but some metal and even a Beethoven poster. Brad
closed the door behind them and admired Mike's slender body. The way his toned
chest and tummy looked in that tight fishnet shirt was beginning to make Brad
hard. He quickly walked over to the small CD player and turned on Kill Hannah.

"I love this band," Brad stated. Mike nodded in agreement and slowly walked
over to Brad. He leaned in close and whispered in Brad's ear that he couldn't
take it any longer, he had to have him. Brad didn't know what to think. He
hesitated a little, touching Mike's knee. Mike kissed Brad's neck sensually,
which gave Brad a little more confidence.

He slowly slid his hand up Mike's thigh and rubbed his erection over his
pants. Mike sighed heavily urging him to continue. Brad kissed Mike's lips
softly and pushed on his tummy. Mike fell on the bed and Brad climbed on top
of him running his cold hands up Mike's fishnets. Mike began to undo Brad's
pants and slipped his hand inside Brad's boxers. He began to fondle his hard
dick and whisper in his ear. They both stripped of all their clothing and Brad
reached over to his nightstand. He grabbed a small blak rubber band out of the
drawer and placed it around Mike's balls.

Mike looked at him puzzled but Brad just told him to trust him and he started
to masterbate Mike. Everytime Mike would feel the urge to cum Brad would stop
for a minute and then continue again. He did this about 4 times and by now
Mike was in pain. Brad finally let Mike come to orgasm and when he did it
lasted a while. When the last ribbon of semen landed on his chest Brad reached
for a razor and placed it against Mike's penis.

"Do you trust me?" Brad asked, Mike nodded. He knew what was coming but he
wasn't concerned. Becoming a eunuch has been a fantasy of his for a while.
Brad made a small inscision around the base of his scrotum and squeezed. Mike
groaned and within seconds Brad had two plump greyish spheres in his hand. He
severed the cord that attatched them and handed them to Mike. The pain was
becoming intense but he didn't mind. He enjoyed the pain. Brad was starting to
get up when Mike grabbed his shoulder and told him to finish it.

"Take the rest," he commanded and Brad did just that. He shrugged and held the
same razor. Set it against his semi-erect penis and with two quick motions
lasrge staff that had once been attatch, was not. Brad brought it to his lips
and kissed it gently before giving it bak to Mike. The pain was becoming
unbearable and he passed out. Brad sewed and bandaged his wound and drove him
home.

About a month later Mike came back to visit Brad at his apartment. Brad asked
to see what he had done and Mike pulled his pants down. Brad leaned forward
and expamined the small bump where his penis had once been. He had since
pierced it, which Brad liked very much. Brad licked and kissed the small bump
and after about 15 minutes a small rope of clear cum fell to the floor. Mike
told that he now has no real desire for sex and that he would like to be
Brad's slave. Brad quickly agreed and slid his pants down. Brad has gotten a
full blown erection from playing with Mike's little stub.

Mike got on his hands and knee's and proceeded to give Brad oral. Brad told
Mike to get up and bend over. Brad slid his firm cock into Mike's ass and
pumped as hard as he could until he reached orgasm. Mike pleasured Brad
whenever he needed, as well as a couple of Brad's friends.

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