The Quick and the Eunuch

Summary: See what the fastest gun in the West could do

I was the fastest gun in the Old West. But I never killed a man. I preferred
to make money off my other great talent: card games, especially poker. It was
a lot more profitable. But the fast draw did come in handy. Losers liked to
dispute the game. A six shooter pointing in their faces made life easy for me.

I was not only fast, I was sharp. I liked to fire from the hip. Why waste time
bringing the gun up? My favorite way to practice was to have my girlfriend
throw stones into the air. I drew and hit the them, firing from the hip.
Within thirty yards, it was usually no problem.

Unfortunately we could not practice a lot. She was a teacher in Phoenix. I had
to follow the game, wherever there was good money. It was very good money, but
a hard life. All the men thought that a single woman, traveling alone, should
be free sex for them. It did not help that I was beautiful. You would be
amazed by the things they tried even in a bigger town with a sheriff. A six
shooter pointing in their faces made life easy for me.

It was my second day in Boulder, Colorado. I had a good run in the poker game
in Nick’s Hotel. I liked the place. Nick was a small thin man, all smile and
friendly until you started trouble. He had you out on the street on your ass
in half a second. He did not like having furniture fixed or replaced. He was
equally good with fists, gun or knife. You could play a good game of cards in
there.

There were five men at the table, and me. The one to my left was particularly
obnoxious. He was ugly and loud, making lewd remarks continuously. He smelled
too. And keep staring at my chest. I did not mind that too much. He could not
pay much attention to the game. It was the man in the blue shirt, sitting
across the table, I was afraid of. He was quiet. He kept looking at my hands,
my posture, my expression. He was trying to read my tale. He was happy to have
smelly distract me. This guy was another pro.

Smelly liked to get his hand on me. That’s the annoying part. I had already
hit him twice with my fan, a fan with hard wood frame, a secret weapon. I
reminded myself to bring my iron framed fan next time I came down, just in
case this smelly son-of-a-bitch also showed up.

He had a six and three tens. I had a pair of fours and a pair of queens up. My
face down card was a queen. I knew he was bluffing. When he was really
excited, he moved his head slightly to the right. So I called. His fifth card
was an ace. There went his last dollar. Suddenly he hollered: “You cheating
bitch. I am going to make you cough it back up.” As he turned the table over,
his hands reached out for my tits. Trapped in my chair, I could only put my
arms up. He got his hand on my right tit and squeezed hard.

“OUTSIDE”. It was Nick barking at the top of his voice. The place became very
quite. Smelly let go of me and stepped back. I turned. Nick had two double-
barrel shot guns, one in each hand. One pointed at smelly and the other one at
me. The barrels were sawed of, with no more than four inches sticking out. At
that range, those guns were as nasty as they came.

Nick marched us outside, his shotguns steady. The sheriff was no where in
sight. Smelly was screaming again and again: “I kill you, bitch.” Nick just
shouted him down: “Twenty feet away from each other, I call one-two-three and
you draw. I shoot the one who touches the gun before I count to three.
Understood?” Nick pointed one gun at the ground and told me to stand there. He
walked a few steps to mark the twenty feet and told smelly: “get your ass over
here.” Then he step away to one side, equal distance from us. His two shot
guns still pointing at us.

“Get ready.“ Hands drop down, half an inch away from the holsters. My heart
beat seemed to slow down. Time seemed to slow down. “One”. I saw smelly
clearly, every hair, every pore. “Two”. I saw his hand shaking a little. He
had quite a bit of whisky in the hotel. “Three”. I drew my gun, rotating it
forward as I pulled it up. As soon as it cleared the holster, I fired. I liked
to hit the feet. It was the first target. It was enough to end a fight. I
never had to kill a man. At that range, I could not miss. And I did not. But I
was really mad. My right tit burned with humiliation. I felt so violated. So I
continued to bring up the gun and fired again at his dick. As the second
bullet hit him, he fired and hit the ground two feet in front of me. Then he
collapsed. The whole street was dead silent, except the saloon girls. They
were cheering wildly, screaming and jumping up and down.

I spent that night with the most beautiful girl from the big saloon next door.
After making love, we talked about that afternoon’s gun fight. She told me I
blew off smelly’s dick and his left ball. His right ball was OK. The doctor’s
maid told everyone who wanted to hear. “You don’t know how much every girl in
town hates that SOB. He apparently has money from somewhere. But he is mean
and tightfisted. He is the most obnoxious man this side of Mississippi. I hate
that smell. It’s a torture to go to bed with him. You are the greatest heroine
to us working girls in this town. Believe me, you can have your pick of the
beauties and most of us would sleep with you for free.”

That was the only time I shot a man’s dick off.

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Neo Skin Scanner - An Introduction

Summary: A medical breakthrough creates a need for a special biometric scanner.

` It was an unexpected outgrowth of new medical technology and an inevitable
outgrowth of the war on Terrorism. Existing biometric identification devices
were rendered ineffective with the development of a new synthethic polymer. `

This miracle polymer was fully compatible with all tissue types, and is
responsible for saving thousands of lives. Burnt skin of fire victims could
now be regenerated painlessly without fear of tissue rejection. The polymer,
trademarked "Neo Skin" by its creators, also revolutionalized the cosmetic
reconstruction industry. One could simply walk into a plastic surgeon's
office, and leave with a new youthful face a few hours later.

Espionage agents also capitalized on Neo Skin's flexibility, creating lifelike
faces, fingerprints, and even retinas, after some modifications on the
implantation processes. These spy masks were completely lifelike, and could
circumvent all existing biometric devices which are based on face,
fingerprint, and retinal scan identification.

Alarmed at this development, the United States Government funded a research
effort to create new biometric devices that could detect these Neo Skin Spy
Masks. Results were inconclusive, and no single device could distinguish real
skin and New Skin with regularity.

The researchers refocused their efforts to discover other processes to be used
for biometric scans. The result was a body-wide scanner, which combined palm
prints, retinas, body heat, and DNA scans. Individuals were required to strip,
enter the machine, and press his or her body against the scanners. The results
are compared against a national database, and could routinely be validated
within seconds' time.

The DNA scan created the most controversy. Since it required large amounts of
DNA in a short period of time, the researchers decided to use genitourinary
liquids. Males were tested by their semen, women by their vaginal secretions.

The typical machine is outfitted with an intelligent auto-fitting aperture,
where a man could insert his penis. The machine would measure the penis
length, width, and stimulates the organ with very fast vibrations. Orgasms
typically result in 30 seconds, and the sperm is collected into the DNA
scanner. For the opposite sex, the hole is replaced by a rubber rod. A woman
would insert the rod into her vagina, and push a button to begin vibration.
Again, orgasms result in a very short time, and vaginal secretions are sucked
up by the rod, where it would be diverted to the DNA scanner.

A special problem exist for impotent men and the eunuch community. The
researchers solved it by providing another DNA scanner, similar to the rubber
rod, but one to be inserted into the anus. The device would function similarly
as the rod, and orgasms are theoretically possible.

Due to the threat of AIDS and other sexually-transmitted diseases, everyone is
provided with a condom to put over their penis, for men, or over the rod, for
women. Once identification is complete, the condoms could simply be thrown
away.

The final stumbling block, young children, was resolved by Congress. Since
young boys could not provide the genetic material necessary for the DNA scan
sequence, a law was passed exempting children below 14 years old from such
scans. They would undergo another process, one which utilize their saliva
instead.

The machine was quickly adopted by the United States Government for use in
airports and government buildings. In a few years, it has become a standard
fixture in all developed nations. Regarded as a necessary inconvenience in
homeland security, the religion lobby has all but died out, with the exception
of a few fringe groups.

The developers never realized that their creation also sport another
"feature," which was included in all biometric machines manufactured and sold.
This feature was inserted into the design specifications by a shadowy entity,
and could be activated by a special broadcast through the scanner's wide-area
network.

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Fals Big Day

Summary: Fal has his genitals removed using a mini guillotine by pretty female cutter.

` this is based on event that happened in early june 2001 `

Today was Fals big day. Something he had been waiting for all his life was
about to happen today and he was really looking forward to it.This was the day
he met J.J. The Female cutter to have his manhood removed. He drove to her
house and she greeted him at the door. She was beautiful 5'6 brown hair.

"Welcome Fal. I have been looking forward to your visit!" she said as she
invited him into her house. " You will stay here a few days" she stated "your
room is upstairs and there are fresh towels in the bathroom. Go take a
shower!" Fal did as he was told and wnet upstairs and showered and shaved his
penis and scrotum well while in the shower. He finsihed and dried off and put
on a pair of shorts and went back dowstairs.

J.J. was ready for him "Fal lets go downstairs to the basement I have
something I would like you to see!" she stated with a twinkle in her eye. By
now he was getting aroused by the thoughts of what was ahead. "I bought a new
device and wanted to test it out today". She pointed to a miniature
guillotine. "It's designed to cut everything off with one cut" she claimed.
Its easy to operate. you will be secured. your hands and feet tied down and
your penis and scrotum will lie on the base. The blade with come down behind
the genitals removing them in one cut. A metal bowl will be placed in front to
catch everything as it's cut". Fal was delighted and accepted this to be used
in his cutting "Do you wanna fool around first?" Fal asked J.J. She smiled and
said yes. Fall dropped his shorts revelaing the 12 inch cock and low hanging
sack with a pair of testicles that weighed 4 ounces each.

"My God! You're HUGE!" exclaimed J.J. "Yes." Fal said with a smile. "The First
Thing I'm gonna do is suck on your nut sac!" J.J. said. Fal spread his legs
wide letting his sac dangle about. J.J. came up and under him and opened her
mouth wide allowing the enitre scrotum to fit inside her mouth. "MMMM" She
said "Bite my sack J.J."fal said J.J. obliged and played by biting lightly and
closing her teeth on his sac. Of course this action made Fal hard as a rock.
She thought about biting them off but decided to use the guillitine instead.
After 5 minutes of sucking on his sac she started to blow him. Taking in his
large glans first.

"You can bite that as hard as you want!" Fal said. She did do that. Didn't
break the skin but did bite down quite hard.Then she deepthroated him for a
good 15 minutes, sucking up and down taking all of his 12 inches in with what
seemed like ease. Then Fal came. A load shot into J.J.'s mouth which she
slurped up. Then she said "mmmmm . Its Time to use the new machine"

"I'm ready!" said Fal. so she got Fal set up and secured. She placed his penis
and scrotum on the base of the guillotine and place the top piece over it so
it would stay in place and all come off easily. The metal bowl was in place.
It was time.

"All I do is release this chain and the blade comes down." J.J. said as she
pulled the chain. The blade came down. In one swoop all of Fals genitals were
sliced off and now lying in the bowl. She immediately got the bowl and pulled
out Fals penis and balls and held it up in front of him. "This will make a
nice meal!" J.J. exclaimed. Fal passed out when the blade cut off his goods.
She roasted and ate the genitals.

To get a copy ofthe both the before and after photographs or to see the avi
file of fal getting his goods guillotined, email fal@zeropain.com and put
"Before and after" in the subject field.

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Slave Boy On The Run 3

Summary: Continued from part 2. Slave boy has been found in the ravine and is chased to a cliff and trapped. Part 3 in the series.

October 22nd 9:10 pm

I am going. Trying to get these leaves and stuff off me as quiet as I can. OK,
now get up as slow as I can. AHHHHHHH Damn it. God that hurts. Oh man. I cant
get off my hands and knees. There is snow covering the ground even here in the
trees now. It is snowing very hard. The wind is coming up down here now. What
is this in the snow? It must be my blood. I can see the dark on the white. I
can feel the gash in my side open and close as I move. It hurts a lot. I have
to get up. I have to get up. AHHHHHHHHH geeze it hurts. Ok. I am up. I am
shaking so hard I can hardly stand. If they see me I don’t know how I can run
from them. THERE IT IS AGAIN! IT IS CLOSER! Someone must be in the ravine. I
cant see anything down the ravine over the tree, it is too dark.

The dogs are working their way around the bottom of the ravine to the east.
They will be to this one before long. My whole groin is on fire. I am bleeding
there, I can feel it on my inner thigh, it is wet there. It feels so odd to
not find my balls there with my hand. DAMN IT. I DIDN’T DO THIS MISTRESS! Oh
man I am crying again. I am lost to her. She hates me now and is angry to
punish me. Slaves that run have their Achilles tendons cut, to crawl about
forever. And their tongues cut out so they cannot speak. Everyone gets to
treat you like a dog. Even the other slaves. I’d rather be dead. I will be if
I keep bleeding like this. Oh god I am coughing. SHIT! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

DOMME KALI! IT IS HER VOICE! SHE IS IN THE RAVINE! DAMN IT. Oh man. RUN YOU
FOOL. She is talking. She must have heard me cough. OK. Here I go. AHH right
on a sharp stick. Ok. Stay in these trees, walk up the ravine. Work up the
side of it. Have to get to the creek. Damn it hurts to move. Quiet, quiet move
quiet. MISTRESS! SHE IS TALKING DOMME KALI THEY ARE IN THE RAVINE! RUN! RUN!

Oh man ah on man SHIT a branch in the face! DAMN IT. Keep going go go go go.
AH MY FEET. Oh man I cant do this. RUN! RUN! DOGS! DOGS! THEY ARE AT THE
RAVINE! RUN DAMN IT RUN!

MISTRESS IS YELLING “UP HERE UP HERE” Run, oh god run run run. AHH THESE
FRIGGING BRANCHES!

SHIT WHERE AM I? I AM NEAR THE TOP OF THE RAVINE WHAT IS HERE? AHHHH DAMN MY
FOOT. I stuck something in it. DAMN I cannot step on it.

WHERE IS THIS? WHERE IS THIS? WHERE AM I? THE TREES ARE ENDED. Shit it is cold
in the wind here. The snow is biting into my skin. It is a blizzard here. THIS
IS EXPOSED HERE. Big open area in front of me. IS IT A FIELD? WHAT THE FUCK IS
IT?

THE DOGS! THEY ARE RUNNING UP THE RAVINE! THEY HAVE ME. I HAVE TO RUN. GO NOW
GO NOW DAMN IT!

AHHHHH NOOOOO NO DAMN IT. I almost fell off. OH GOD! I am on the cliff above
the lake. SHIT HANG ON HANG ON! Get that root. Pull back up. Oh man I can’t
get up I can’t get up. OK OK I CAN DO THIS I CAN DO THIS OK OK OK ARRRRRGGGGG
GOD IT HURTS I am up I am up Oh man I hurt so bad. I can’t breath I can’t
breath take breaths take breaths SHIT SHIT

I am trapped. I am caught. OH GOD! MAYBE I SHOULD JUMP OFF. Oh man. Mistress I
love you. I have to jump off. I can’t let them take me back. It will shame her
to have me there as a runner. Oh god I am sobbing. I want to go back to home
with her. I want her to let me serve her. OH GOD. HELP ME HELP ME.

THE DOGS I CAN SEE THEM! OH GOD THEY ARE HERE I CAN SEE THEM! MISTRESS! DOMME
KALI AND DOM RAY! OTHERS! They are all talking to me. WHAT? WHAT ARE THEY
SAYING? Oh man. I can hardly stand. I CAN’T THINK I CAN’T THINK. I can’t
understand them. It is hard to see. THINK DAMN IT WHAT ARE THEY SAYING TO ME?
SHIT THE EDGE IS AT MY FOOT I AM BACKING RIGHT OVER AGAIN! They are holding on
to the dogs. Mistress is closer I think. I think. It is her. WHAT IS SHE
SAYING?

“I DID NOT DO IT MY LADY I DID NOT DO IT MY LADY!” I am screaming at her. OH
GOD. I can’t understand her. I am getting dizzy, I can’t stand. Must be my
blood loss, I can‘t see hardly. “I DID NOT DO IT PLEASE PLEASE I DID NOT DO IT
MY LADY!” I am screaming so loud it hurts all over. Why can’t I hear what she
is saying? She is holding her hand out, she is saying something. “STAY AWAY
STAY AWAY LET ME GO LET ME DIE HERE! DON’T TAKE ME BACK! DON’T TAKE ME BACK! I
WILL SHAME YOU MISTRESS! I AM A RUNNER! I DIDN’T DO THIS MY LADY! PLEEAAASSSE
I DID NOT DO THIS CRIME”

THE DOG! A DOG! IT IS COMING AT ME! Mistress is yelling at someone else. One
of the others is trying to grab the dog. Mistress is yelling. AHHHHH ARRRRGG
SHIT THE DOG IT IS BITING ME AHHHHHHHH GOD ARRGRGR. HIT IT HIT IT IN THE EYE
IN EYE DAMN IT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MISTRESS IS SCREAMING SOMETHING. SHE IS RUNNING AT ME. FUCK I AM FAILING! I AM
GOING OVER FUCK FUCK FUCK

“MISSSSTREEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”

End part 3

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A Virgin's Sacrifice

Summary: Liam, Craig and Jeremy want to lose their virginity. Julianne can help them, but this will cost one of them more than money...

` Julianne felt a familiar shiver of excitement pass through her body,
eventually settling into a warm anticipation between her legs. She was going
to enjoy this. She uncrossed her tanned, shapely legs, allowing the three boys
before her a view straight up her black mini. She wasn’t wearing panties, and
her audience stared in wonder at the promise of heaven within. One even went
as far as to gulp. Then she closed her legs once more and cleared her throat,
drawing their attention back to her angled face. `

‘So,’ she said her voice half seductress and half school-mistress. ‘You boys
want to lose your virginity?’

The boys were seated opposite Julianne on her leather sofa. All aged
seventeen, they were perfectly ripe for her favourite game – desperately horny
and stupidly trusting. They exchanged nervous glances before Jeremy, a tall
boy with a thick crop of blonde hair, responded.

‘Uh… yes. We do.’

Julianne smiled a scarlet-lipped smile as she took a sip of wine. They were
all the same – big talkers around school, but nervous wrecks when faced with a
real woman. And Julianne Delwinter, at thirty-five, was a real woman. She
leant forward to place her wine on the coffee table, giving the boys a view of
her impressive cleavage, before speaking.

‘And the girls at your school told you that if you come here, I could help you
with that?’

‘Yeah,’ said Craig, a burly lad with broad shoulders and a big smile. ‘That’s
what happened. So can you?’

Julianne ran a finger over her right breast as she spoke. ‘Oh, I can help you
boys. I’d love to. But there’s a price.’

‘We’ve got money,’ spat the third boy excitedly. He was a quiet kid named
Liam, who struggled to look Julianne in the eyes. ‘How much do we need?’

‘I don’t want your money,’ said Julianne with a wicked grin. ‘I’m not that
cheap. I demand a much higher price than currency for this service. I mean,
you’re a bunch of learner-drivers, and this is a Ferrari.’

To drive the point home, Julianne undid her top and let her breasts free from
their black bra. The wobbled seductively, their creamy-white flesh extenuated
by the bra-shaped tan line around them. The boys shifted uncomfortably,
failing to hide the bulges in their jeans.

‘We’ll give you whatever you want,’ stammered Jeremy, licking his lips.

‘Anything?’ said Julianne, spreading her legs far enough for the light to
glisten on her moist, hairless crotch.

‘Anything!’ they said in unison.

‘I demand a sacrifice. If one of you gives me their balls, the others will get
to have me.’

The boys sat in stunned silence. It was Craig that finally spoke.

‘I’m sorry… give you their balls? How do you mean?’

‘I mean just that,’ said Julianne with a smile. ‘I get to castrate one of you,
or none of you will ever get inside here.’

She ran a finger across her clitoris slowly.

‘You can’t be serious,’ said Jeremy.

Julianne snapped her legs shut and sighed impatiently. ‘Get out.’

‘No, no. Wait,’ said Liam, his face a picture of desperation. ‘We’ll do it.
But how do we decide… you know, who gets cut?’

Julianne grinned, slowly parting her legs once more. ‘Well, I just cannot
tolerate a man with a small, ugly penis. So I think the best way to decide
would be if I compare your cocks and make the choice myself.’

The three boys looked at each other timidly, eventually nodding in agreement.

‘Great,’ said Julianne with an excited clap of her manicured hands. ‘Let’s see
them, boys.’

Jeremy went first, standing confidently and unbuckling his pants. He yanked
them down and let his erection spring out proudly. It stood straight up, more
than ten inches topped with a purple knob the size of a golf ball. His large
balls were held tight in their sack. Julianne grinned her approval.

‘Very nice,’ she cooed.

Now Craig stood, eyeing off his friend’s organ jealously. He pulled down his
pants and thrust out his dick for inspection. His was only seven inches, but
what it lacked in length it more than made up for in girth. His cock was twice
as thick as Jeremy’s.

‘Not bad,’ Julianne conceded, before turning to Liam. ‘Your turn.’

Liam had gone pale. He had been so confident. He’d seen the both of his
friends naked in the change rooms, and had compared himself to them favourably
on many occasions. But he’d never seen them hard. He stood nervously and undid
his pants. Then he pulled them down slowly to reveal his hard prick. At five
inches, it looked a miserable sight between the two impressive cocks it was
being compared with. His balls were held tight, as though trying to hide.
Julianne raised an eyebrow.

‘We have a winner,’ she laughed. ‘That little thing isn’t going anywhere near
me.’

‘Wait,’ spluttered the panicked Liam.

‘Uh-uh, honey, you agreed to the terms. Hold him!’

Craig and Jeremy grabbed the squirming boy by the arms, easily overpowering
their smaller friend. Their erections slapped against his side as he
struggled. While this was going on, Julianne reached into a drawer beside her
and produced a gleaming metal clamping device. She eyed the device off,
playing a hand across her vagina before getting up and walking to the
restrained Liam.

‘Oh, don’t worry, sweety,’ she soothed. ‘It’s just a little chop, and then you
can sit back and watch your friends fuck me with those big, fat cocks of
theirs.’

Liam was crying now, blubbering and begging his friends.

‘Sorry, dude,’ said Jeremy, moving his hips so his knob rubbed against Liam’s
side. ‘But this is so worth it.’

‘Now,’ said Julianne to Jeremy. ‘Can you hold him on your own?’

‘No problem,’ he replied, moving behind Liam and hooking his arms under the
struggling boy’s.

‘Good. Now you,’ she said to Craig. ‘Can get down here and taste me.’

Craig was more than happy to oblige, kneeling behind the bending woman and
diving his tongue into her juicy pleasure-zone. Julianne began to breathe
heavily.

‘Ready to say goodbye to those little balls?’ she asked.

Liam shook his head and wailed.

‘Oh,’ she groaned, holding the clamp open and pulling his balls forcibly down
into the steel jaws. ‘Too bad.’

Julianne held Liam’s balls in her left hand. Her face turned hard and with her
right she squeezed the clamp’s handle. There was a sickening crunching sound,
and then the sack fell away from Liam’s writhing body. He screamed in horror.
Unconcerned, Julianne dropped the clamp and reached into the sack, pulling out
the pink, fleshy balls and holding them up to her face. She gasped
ecstatically, grinding her dripping pussy into Craig’s face as she stared at
the severed nuts. She orgasmed as she crushed the testicles in her hand,
letting the mix of blood and sperm run down her arm and across her bouncing
breasts.

Liam, shaking and delirious, was laid on the couch. Julianne took a mere five
minutes to clean the wound, make sure the cords were properly crushed and then
sow up the ugly hole.

He was, a Julianne had promised, allowed to watch his friends fuck the
gorgeous Julianne. Neither of them lasted very long, the excitement of
watching Liam’s balls getting cut and the pure pleasure provided by an
experienced woman proving too much for even Jeremy’s massive cock. Julianne
knelt before them and let them explode onto her, their cum bouncing across her
lips and tongue, before dribbling down her chin and onto her tits. She did
this with relish, all the time keeping her eyes, and her smile, fixed clearly
on the boy she took so much pleasure in castrating. But Liam didn’t look back.
His weeping eyes simply jumped between the two sets of healthy balls bouncing
around beside Julianne’s beautiful face. Then he looked to his bloody, ruined
testicles lying uselessly on the floor, a meter from the fleshy, empty sack at
his feet.

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SEINFELD GETS SINGED

Summary: Jerry Seinfeld,George,Kramer and Newman are castrated to gratify Elain's sexual fetish.

It is a typical Seinfeld day. Jerry is sitting at his word
processor and George has just popped in after work. George is
lounging on the couch, fully emmersed in what is being ommitted by
his walkman.

"What are you listening to? You haven't showed that much attention
span since they've started showing those old Bosco commercials on TV
Land." , Jerry asked in his pattened prissy voice.

"You be quiet about that, to many people around me know my password
already.I'm listening to that old tape of Elain talking dirty,
remember, from a few years ago. I found it while I was cleaning my
closet."

"I'm surprised about two things", Jerry explains,"One is that you
would clean that rats nest you live in,and two, is how small your
pecker is. Shrinkage My ass!" Jerry points at george's small bulge in
his pants.

"You think yours is bigger?", George asks, obviously embarrased.

"I know so,lets show each other our dicks; i'll prove it to you."

  The two stood up and faced each other like gun slingers.In unison,
they both quickly pulled down their pants. Jerry had  a thick eight
inch erection, and a long plunp cock that hung between his
smooth,muscular things.Where as george onthe other hand had a four
inch dick,with peanut size balls, resting between flabby thinghs.

      The door opens and Elain walks in, her face in shock.Yet, she
couldn't keep her eyes off Jerry and George's cocks.

"Well George,I see you got one hell of a short story.", Elain teased
in a sexy voice."judging from your boners you men need areal woman."

   George and jerry were speechless. Elain stripped down to ablack g-
string.She had a wonderful tan body and nice,firm breats.

'Get ready boys,you are in for a cum of a life time."

Elain bends down and removes Kramer's severed head!An added shock was
that his testicles were shoved up his nostrils, It looked almost like
what an African tribe would do to modify ther bodies.

George and jerry screamed. Elain looked at their nowflacid dicks,"You
guys could use some mango."

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Learn to like it, Little Girl

Summary: Lauren's insolence has landed her a PIT session with Serena. This does not bode well for poor Lauren. Oh well, newbs will learn eventually.

Lauren had been waiting on the table for a little under an hour when Serena
strolled in. She casually laid out all of her various instruments on the
counter. She gave Lauren a large bottle of water to drink and instructed that
she drink it all within the next few minutes. Lauren obeyed readily. It was
never aa good idea to disobey "Mistress" Serena, as most of the Center called
her. Officially there were no titles of power and submission here, as power
switched from person to person so frequently. But in the PIT, Serena was the
Mistress of the Domain. Unlike the other session Doms, she had actually chosen
a permanent position here. Lauren wondered about that as Serena strapped her
into stirrups. When she was done with the water, Serena also bound her hands
and placed a ball gag in her mouth. Interestingly enough, the PIT was the only
place in the Center where screaming was allowed. Of course, the main reason
for this was because everything was allowed here. Unlike the other levels of
the Center, which all had certain restrictions, the PIT was free-form torture.
Lauren had orgasmed without permission, and screamed during torture on top of
it, and therefore she had earned a session with Serena.

"You been here long, Lauren?" Lauren shook her head no.

"Who initiated you?" Lauren tried to say "Gavin" through the gag.

"Gavin?" Lauren nodded.

"No wonder. That fucking pansy. He'll let his initiates get away with
anything." She sighed. "Now let's see what we've got here." She examined
Lauren's genitalia, voluptuous folds of clitoral hood and inner labia, perky
larger-than-average clitoris,nice tight little ass and pussy.

"Shit, girl, you ain't hardly even been broken in yet." Lauren mentally
protested that she had endured plenty of torture already, but it was no good
to argue. She'd never had Serena before as a session Dom, she wasn't about to
risk pissing her off. Serena smiled. She clamped Lauren's little nipples nice
and tight. Then she reached down and pinched Lauren's clitoris. She pinched it
a few more times, until it was erect.

"Good girl. I bet the boys love that fleshy clit of yours. Have you had a
session with Bruno yet?" Lauren shook her head. Serena tied a rope around her
waist, looping it up across her clit so that when she attached the rope to the
ceiling, it tightened on Lauren's clit and her asscrack at the same time.
Serena hoisted her up nice and high and secured the rope. She then got out a
short whippy flogger and began to flog her pussy, focusing on her clit.
Serena's aim was perfect. She let up as tears streamed down Lauren's face.

"Better watch out. Bruno has a thing for clit-cutting. He especially has a
hard-on for cutting nice big clits like yours. " Lauren shuddered.

"Now Lauren. I realize that you have to pee now. That will not be happening.
If you urinate, I will cut off your clit right now. Understood?" Lauren
nodded, miserably. She DID have to pee badly. Serena began to massage her clit
gently through the ropes and immediately blood flowed into it, making it
erect. She flicked the engorged pleasure node with her fingertip as Lauren
winced. Serena let Lauren down, relieving the pressure from the ropes on the
sides of her clit. She separated Laruen's legs by tying them to the stirrups
and putting a spreader bar between her knees.

"Now, let's see to your little pee-hole." Serena grabbed the smallest female
sounding rod and slid it into Lauren's peehole. It was a new sensation for
Lauren, one that she didn't particularly enjoy. Serena slid it out and out the
next biggest one in. This was slightly more uncomfortable, but still not
painful.

"We like to stretch all the holes down here in the PIT," said Serena as she
removed this rod and put in a third one. This one did not go in easily and was
painful. It also caused Lauren to want to piss even more badly.

After Serena had removed the third rod, she took out a small pump and
suctioned Lauren's clit up into it as far as she could pull it. Lauren moaned
in pleasure and a little bit of pain.

"Now, Lauren, since you have such a nice clit, I'm going to do you a favor and
cut it off."

"What! But you said...."

"To save you from future PIT sessions, so you don't unnecessarily orgasm
during a session. But I'm not going to do it yet. I'm going to let you think
about as your clit swells from the suction." Lauren nodded miserably.

"You will learn to behave, little girl. And maybe next time I have you, you
will have learned to like the pain. We all do, eventually." Serena rolled out
a fucking machine and lubed up Lauren's ass. She turned it on and the machine
began pounding her tight little ass. Serena sat in a chair with her legs
spread. By now she had aquired 8 outer labia piercings and a fourchette
piercing. She took a large, sharp knife out and began masturbating with it,
occasionally drawing blood for fun. When she had come several times she
stopped the machine and began to run the knife across Lauren's labia lightly
with the sharp edge.

"No, please!" cried Lauren.

"Just accept it. You are no longer going to have a clit. Maybe you'll get
another one eventually, but only if your behavior drastically improves." At
this point Serena pressed a button on the suction device and Lauren gasped in
pain as a blade came out and lopped off her clit. Serena removed the suction
and placed a hot iron agianst the wound to cauterize it. Lauren passed out.

"Wussy newbs." Sighed Serena.

* * *


Vampire I

Summary: Boy meets a vampire.

` A shadow moves across the pavement, its silhouette barely visible`

under the shifting light of the street lamps. Suddenly, a young

prostitute ceases to be. The carcass of what was once an attractive

woman lies in the gutter, its throat slit and cooling blood pouring

into the Seattle storm drain.

Michael stares moodily at the rooftops lumbering above. Seemingly

effortlessly, he propels himself several stories above his previous

position. The claws on his right hand still drip the blood of the

prostitute he had just fed upon. A small crimson pool forms by his

side as he contemplates the bleak cityscape. Then, something

catches his un-dead eye. A boy, perhaps 17 walking alone through

the perilous streets. Golden hair in a skater cut and a skate board

under his arm, these are details totally foreign to Michael, a

product of the 1920s American youth. Though the boy is still over a

hundred yards away, Michael's vision allows him to study the finest

detail of the 5'10" boy, from his green eyes to the way his ass

moves in his baggy pants.

The vampire leaps from his position on the rooftop to another closer

to the boy. The boy is coming towards him. In a matter of seconds,

Michael is standing directly above the unsuspecting boy. He readies

himself to pounce on the beautiful blonde boy below. Suddenly the

boy takes a right down the road leading to the fallen prostitute.

Michael lands on the ground just behind the boy in an alleyway. The

boy screams and the vampire steps out from behind the building.

Michael for the first time notices the ear-bud headphones and the

noise coming from them.

The boy stares at the figure before him for a second before running

in the opposite direction. The vampire makes a single lunge and

closes the more than hundred feet between them and tackles the boy,

simultaneously cupping his cold, bloody hand over the youth's face.

"Now my boy, this is just too easy. Killing can get so old, know

what I mean?" he whispers in the youth's ear. "No, of course you

don't. I could kill you in any number of ways, running my claws

across your throat, ripping your larynx out with my fangs, perhaps

just rip your head clean off your shoulders. I could you know...

I've done it before. Now don't look so shocked. I am a creature of

the Night you know. But I have been alone so very long. Now I am

going to let go of you. If you scream or run I will kill you." The

vampire let the boy go, blood runs down the boy's face. "Now, tell

me, what is your name?"

"I-I'm Brent"

"And what brings you into my Territory?"

"I was going home." An extended silence prompts Brent, "From a

friend's house."

"I see. Well, I will let you live if you can escape me. You have 30

seconds to get out of here." Brent bolted from his position and

sprinted away in the direction he was going before being pounced on.

The youthful vampire with black wavy hair and azure eyes watched

the boy leave. "Good job my friend. Perhaps we will meet again."

* * *


follow up #1 to When I lost it

Summary: what happens next

` A few months after surgery, I asked," Mommy, am I going to get my dinky
back?" She answered," No dear. You are my little girl now. In fact , this
Saturday we are going to have a big party to celebrate you being a girl. I've
invited all of our family and friends to come see you It will be fun. I
thought,wow! A party for me! When Saturday arrived, mom was busy getting
things ready. I asked," What should I wear today?" She answered,"Nothing. You
must be naked for everyone to see that you are really a girl now." I helped
her finish preparing things, setting the table, helping with decorating . She
told me to stay naked just like I've always been. She placed a little stand in
the middle of the table. I ask,"What's that for?" She said you'll see. I left
the room. When I returned later, I saw l claer glass container sitting on the
stand. She said,"See,that's your little dinky in that jar."I looked closely.
It looked so natural. It was preserved in its stiff erect state. It looked as
fresh as if it was still on me. Even the head was still pink. The base of it
had the skin secured so that it looked like it never was cut. When the people
started arriving, I went up to my room. After everyone was there, mom colled
me to come down. I slowly walked down the stairs. I've never seen so many
people in the house before. When I entered, every body cheered welcome little
girl. They all looked me over closely and smiled and said how cute a girl I
am. After we finished the cake and icecream, mom brought the jar with my dinky
in it to the crowd. She showed it to everyone. they all seemed to enjoy seeing
it and some even laughed. Mom told them she was going to keep it forever to
remember the boy she once had. She is so happy to have a little girl to enjoy
now.

* * *

`


Penis hanging in the nude

Summary: Boys are hanged bare ass naked by the penis and balls with a rope.

Boys are hanged naked by the penis and balls .  They strip naked and
    shave each others dick and balls nice and smooth. They walk out bare
    ass in front of evryone. A  long bench is put under a low tree
    branch on an old hanging tree. The naked boys 12 to 15 years old
    step up on to the bench side by side . Each boy has a rope tied to
    the branch in front of him . It hangs down in front of his sex organ
     with a noose made to fit around the boys penis and balls.Most of
    the boys have big hard dicks. The noose is tied around their dick
    and balls and they start to turn cold and blue. The pain of tied
    penis and balls starts fast. Balls swell up big and painful. Boys
    cry naked and look at each others tied penis and balls . Hot little
    bare asses side by side. Hands are tied and the bench is taken away.
    The boys hang by the penis and balls  and cry ,  "OH! IT HURTS!!
    They hang naked with blue balls and penis cold sperm shoots out as
    they hang .  Hang nude boys, it will never work again cold penis and
    balls. Sad crying nude boys.


Highveld Story

Summary: The land where these events took place no longer exists. It jumped from a feudal to a democratic society one day in 1994. There are a few who still long for the good old bad old days

` Highveld Story `

by

Kortpeel

Goudplaas, Transvaal, 1951

Hendrik Bester belched and gave a contented grunt as he eased his huge frame
into the rocking chair on the stoep of his farmhouse. He'd had a good meal,
now he wanted to relax and watch his mealies grow as he smoked a pipe and
enjoyed a dop or two of brandywyn.

All in all, he reflected, things weren't too bad. There was going to be a good
crop this year and he'd be able to pay off his debts, well most of them. You
couldn't ease off though. The main problem was the labour and getting them to
do their work. But they were a lazy bunch! Only that morning he'd had to take
one of them into the barn to sort him out with the sjambok. Which one was
that? Ah yes, Sam, a trouble maker if ever there was one. Hmm, what he got
this morning should stop his nonsense for a while.

Another belch brought the taste of his supper into his mouth again. Delicious.
His wife, Joanna, was a good cook who always saw that her husband and six
children were well nourished.

He'd been lucky to marry Joanna. He'd always fancied her but Andries van
Niekirk had been calling on her in those days. He was a wimp of a man but
there'd been something about him that Joanna liked. Hennie smiled to himself.
He recalled the night that he'd seen Dries van Niekirk dressed in his Sunday
best and smelling of mothballs on a week day. He had a bunch of flowers and
was walking to Joanna's house. Hennie had tied him up and put him on a goods
train that was about to leave for Johannesburg. Hennie himself had given the
flowers to Joanna who, disappointed at being stood up by Andries, accepted
Hennie's proposal. The rest was history.

Ironically enough, Andries went on to become the Domini at their local
Reformed Church and now he tapped Hennie up for his annual tithe.

Hendrik remembered how it had been when they were first married. Joanna, until
then an innocent naive virgin, as all good boeremeisies were in those days,
had taken to nookie like a duck to water. She would scream so loud in her
passion that once he'd chaffed her that she'd wake the neighbours. A town
girl, she'd believed him for a second until she remembered Hendrik's boast
that the nearest house to theirs was so far away that you couldn't see the
smoke from their chimney. After that she'd scream louder than ever.

These past few years Joanna had changed. She was still a fine woman and in
good shape but she didn't want him even to touch her any more. Some weeks ago
he'd been feeling really horny and had demanded her services. He'd forced the
issue but afterwards Joanna complained to the Kirk elders about it. As a
result Domini van Niekirk called and told him to behave himself. He quoted
something from the Holy Book about 'plucking your eye out' that Hennie hadn't
quite understood. Hennie was quite happy with his eyes and would never do
anything so verdomde stupid.

Hennie thought that a man had his needs and it was his wife's duty to meet
them. And for sure it was fok all to do with the Kirk elders. Especially
Domini van Niekirk. Any more of his kak and he'd be on the train to
Johannesburg again. Just to assert his point Hennie had taken Joanna again
that same night.

And now the blerry bottle was empty. Magtig but brandywyn doesn't last like it
used to.

The world seemed a little unsteady as Hendrik pulled himself to his feet.
Earth tremors, no doubt. That was all the fault of the English and their
bliksemse gold mines, stealing a man's land from under his feet. He made it
and headed for the door.

A little nookie with Joanna would round the evening off nicely. Ja, a man
needs a pomp after a good meal, a smoke and a few drinks. Real entertainment,
like the good Lord intended. None of that blerry wireless nonsense.

"Joanna," He called lurching into the kitchen. "Where are you, vrou?"

"The missus has gone to bed, master," Prudence the maid told him. Prudence was
just finishing the clearing up after their meal.

"Kak!" Joanna slept in her own room these days and she locked the door.
Hendrik could easily have pushed the door open but then he'd have to repair it
afterwards.

Prudence was putting some pots away in a bottom cupboard. Hendrik found
himself looking at her arse as she bent over. It was quite shapely in a black
sort of way. "Ag nie, man," he told himself.

Prudence straightened up and became aware of the master looking at her.

Hendrik had been ashamed of himself for what he'd just been thinking. His
first reaction was to get out of the kitchen. Then he saw that look on
Prudence's face. Her eyes had gone big and round. She was trembling, running
her tongue over her lips.

It didn't occur to Hendrik that she was scared. "The bitch fancies me," he
thought. A man's judgement is never at its best when there is alcohol in his
blood. And it's even worse when his groin is stirring. He advanced on
Prudence.

It was dark as Sam Malingwe stealthily made his way from his quarters to the
farmhouse. He'd spent all day honing the blade of the knife that he carried
and each stroke of the honing had increased the hatred that he felt in his
heart for the oubaas. It was one thing for the oubaas to use the sjambok on
him for not working hard. Maybe he even deserved it although he didn't think
so. But for the oubaas to fuck Prudence: that was something no man could
tolerate and still live with himself.

It had taken Sam a few days of careful thinking to reach this conclusion.
Prudence had cried when she'd told him what the oubaas had done to her. It was
a very wrong thing but she'd urged Sam not to do anything. She knew that
whatever happened it would not stop there. The police would come and there'd
just be more trouble. They would take Sam away and hang him.

Sam had consulted the spirits of his ancestors on this. They had said that
there are limits to the wrongs a man can undergo and still be a man. This
wrong should be avenged.

And vengeance was but moments away. The plan was simple. The oubaas would sit
on his stoep until the bottle was empty. Sam would creep up from behind, put a
hand over the mouth and let the knife do its work.

But now, as he inched his way along the hedgerow toward the stoep, Sam could
hear voices. Something was wrong. There were never visitors at this time of
night. Did the white man have a way of knowing what he planned? Someone lit a
hurricane lamp and Sam could make out the oubaas in his chair. Other men were
standing around. Yaai! They were praying. Sam recognised the thin man in black
as the priest from the white man's church. Now he was reading from the bible.

Suddenly the men left. Just walked away. Only the thin one, the priest
remained. He tapped on the door. "Dit is gedoen," (It is done) he said and
walked after the other men.

Joanna emerged a few moments later. She fussed around the chair and Sam
realised that she was untying him. The oubaas did not get up. Joanna called
into the house. Prudence appeared and together the two women got the huge man
to his feet and, supporting him, helped him into the house.

"You see, there was no need for us to do anything to the master," Prudence
told Sam when she got in. "The white people did it for us."

"What did they do to him."

"He is no longer a man." Prudence put her arms around Sam. Maybe tonight they
would make a baby. Sam was her man. And he had a much smaller belly and a much
bigger prick than the master.

End

* * *


Summary: True story from the Fort Wayne (Indiana) Journal-Gazette

` Indian traveler robbed, knifed Victim's penis was cut in 'lesson' `

By Karen Balsley

The Journal Gazette

Two men attempted to circumcise a man of Indian descent by force this month
after robbing him of his wallet and calling him an Arab, a Fort Wayne police
report said.

According to the report, made public Saturday, the man came to Fort Wayne on
Sept. 18 looking for a job and a place to stay.

About 10 p.m., he pulled off Interstate 69 at Dupont Road into a shopping
complex, where a man approached him and asked for directions.

When the Indian man said he was not from the area, another man, who was
driving the car of the man seeking directions, pulled out a knife. The two men
then started yelling at the Indian man about not being American and called him
an Arab, the report said.

The two men then demanded the man's wallet, which he handed over. They then
told him to drop his pants and boxer shorts, and again the man complied,
according to the report.

The men whispered something to each other before turning back to the Indian
man and stating they were going to "teach him a lesson." One man told him, "To
be an American, you have to be circumcised," the report said.

The driver then cut a wound the size of a penny on the tip of the Indian man's
penis, police said. As he cried, the men laughed, then drove away, the report
said.

The Indian man went to a local hospital for treatment and reported the crime
to police Friday morning, according to the report.

Complete descriptions of the man's attackers were not provided in the report.

* * *


S-M Cult

The new "SM-Cult"

Introduction

The world has changed. Men are used by women very seldom. Intelligent work is
done by theirseves, for

the dirty work there are machines, using men as semen donators is very
unsecure in these times of cloning

and men as partners are abolished by women, shortly and painfully. "We have to
do nothing with these

dirty pigs" (original fem quotation).

Sometimes you will find some "men" in the agriculture or forestry with a
special dressing, even in distance

signed as slaves and their build are looking in a strange way very similar,
unpersonally.

A glimpse on history

A new cult was created, a substitute religion for these under-privileged
beings, which contents elements of

eastern wisdom, veterinary knowledge, slave economy and "proverbs" of bull-
fights.

The men are divided in rulers and - in majority- slaves, who will find with
their ordination, initiation,

meaning castration, their real self-determination, their life-sense. Women
consider themselves to good for

such a bloody business. In contrary they can look at these brutes, horny
animals with hate and full of

contempt.

The conditions

When a man feel, that he can't control himself, his sex-drive, he can make a
pre-decision in the age of 16

years: to be a slave (and a "servant in the SM-cult") or to make a career as
(temporary) sadistic master. In

the next three years he will be educated by men (oy every kind) and prepared
for the great sacrifice festival

(when he has reached the age of 19 or at least 20 years).

For this purpose the genital parts of the slaves were infibulated, e.g. with
soldered wires through cock,

urethra and sac this package is sealed up. With hot wax the whole shame hair,
often the whole body hair

is removed in early times and forever. Generally the slaves are not allowed to
have sexual activities and a

masturbation can be done only with a specific permit of the teachers
(naturally without removing the

wires). And this permit is given only in long periods (and more and more
rarely).

In the weeks inbetween the sex parts are toughened with whips, ice-water, hot
irons, alkaline solutions

and soars - until there are no feelings, sensivitiy in the cock or sac. There
is only the dull, stupid urge to

give a sense to these sexual flesh - until the big moment of ordination is
performed.

The new SM-cult - details

This initiation will take part in a sound-isolated dungeon, in the deep night,
with solemn singing, with

incense and candles. Mostly there are the sados, priests, slaves and
candidates - normallly naked -, but

sometimes there are some female visitors, representatives of the female sex-
hygienic counsel; they control

the keeping of the cult-regulas and were turned on by the bloody mysteria.

1\. Normal woring slaves (for the agriculture and forestry) were bounded.
Their sac and cock is fixed with

slopes and wires and then - a veterinary removes with a few cuttings of a
sharp knifes all the parts, which

were former essentials parts of the manhood. Sometimes the milked (or last
time ejaculated liquid (with a

little blood) is used for a special beauty creme for women.

2\. Especially well built slaves have to fix their parts themselves on a
wooden block. Only with one stroke

of a sword the cock and sac will jump by itself in prepared buckets. With a
hard lusty cry and minutes

lasting blood streams they loose their manhood, which were exhibited in
specific SM-museums. Every city

is proud of a rich collection of the genitals of their (former) men. That this
operation sometimes will cause

bleed to death is quite normal: let the flesh take its course.

3\. And there are men who will loose their male parts within a specific
sacrifice in the original SM-cult. The

sado-priest pierce the erected cocks of the candidates with really big
needles. According to the choice of

the victims their sex-parts were roasted, cut in slices (and served with
onions as kebab), the sac is opened

and the testicles were turned off, needled or bitten. The slave will fall in
wild spasm, his shouting is a

unique "yes, yes, go further, more ...". The brunsty cries will excite the
spectators and the female

representatives will have some (not admitted) orgasm. Their juice will be
mixed with the bloody male

scraps - the whole ground is so slippery as a dockyard when the ships are
launching with soft soap. The

parts were given to the godess "KALI II". The sculpture of the old Indian Kali
and a decorated, dressed up

priest are looking on the scenes full of joy (this priest is also a during
months cruelly emasculated person,

who get huge breasts through hormones). The plates around this sculptures were
filled slowly, the tips of

the cocks are showing in an only dircetion -- what a wonderful view.

These slaves have the best conditions, perspectives for the future; often they
can be servants of the sados,

they were educated to priests of the SM-cult or they were sold for a lot of
money to she-rulers - because of

their steadfastness.

4\. At least there are wild "bullfights", where the naked slaves are trying to
snatch off their male parts with

bare hands, without knifes or other sharp instruments. These struggles are
very appreciated by the slaves,

because they have the feeling of a victory - after winning and for a short
time. But there will be no winner

effectivly, there is only a life without male genitals.

The sados are obliged that no slave can leave the dungeon with a full male
equipment. Otherwise they are

the next victims in this moment, but nevertheless they also have to be slaves
after five years.

The end of the ceremonies

After this wild, long hours lasting sacrifices all the slaves were united in
loud shouting, enthusiastic hymns

for their SM-cult, really often even mixed with tears and blood. They were
proud: They and their sexual

flesh have found their determination - cutted and sacrificed. Then in the
personal papers will be written

the ordination and the specific slave category.

Personal conclusions

Naturally in the meantime the reporter has to decide for a slave category.

"The most beautiful thing for me is the cult and order of the third category.
I am ready to sacrifice

(surrender) my sexual parts to the sculpure of Kali - no pain is big enough to
prevent me doing this. My

flesh, my dirty, useless sex-parts are longing for bloody pain, real tortures,
I should cry for hours

("more,more") - please dear, dear sadistic priests make me to your obedient
eunuch in our holy SM-cult."

Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence


Twelve

Summary: A guy walking thru the forest....

` He walked down the track towards the beach. As it got narrower he moved off
the track to strip off. He enjoyed walking nude through the pines. Afew
hundred meters forther along he could hear voices. Women were chanting "Ten
Ten Ten" rang out. Where the hermits house used to be was now a high fence.The
chanting was coming from the otherside. The fence was solid apart from one
small hole. He bent to look through it. As he put his eye level with the hole
a stubby finger poked hard into it. He fell to the ground in agony his eye
watering. The woman now chanted "Twelve Twelve Twelve" `

Two woman grabbed him and dragged him through a gate in the fence.They
stripped him and placed him on a large X frame.Spreading his legs wide they
tied a cord around his balls. They changed color from pale pink to a dark
purpley red.

The bloodied shears were placed against his balls and opened so his balls fell
into the jaws.

The chant continued louder " Twelve Twelve Twelve"

A high pitch scream drowned them all out as the shears were closed severing
his balls. They plopped onto the stainless plate and the balls rolled out of
the sac.

A lady stepped forward and lifted the balls by their cords high above her
head.

The chant continued this time they were chanting " Smash them Smash them"

She carried them dangling in front of her to the large wooden block. She
picked up the wooden mallet and held it high above her head.

Smash them Smash them, the ladies shouted out.

The mallet hit the block with a thud. Mashing the balls into a red bloodied
mess.

* * *


Temp Castrates Her Way ToThe Top!!

Summary: An office manager seduces temps who come and go in his office, but eventually he meets his match....

` I'd been office manager for years. I'd shag any temp who worked there. Then
I'd give them a bad rep to their agency, and they'd get recalled. It was
heaven. `

One day Judith came to work as a temp. She was tall, with raven black hair,
huge, round breasts and a big, shapely backside. I got her alone and told her
how beautiful she was.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked outright.

"Y-y-y-yes.." I stuttered.

"You can, on one condition" she said. "What's that?" I asked. " I castrate you
afterwards," she replied.

"You're not serious," I said. "Well, if you want to fuck me, we'll meet in the
sick room after work."

I was there. She'd got there before me. She stripped off, revealing the most
gorgously huge non-fake boobs I'd ever seen. I stripped off too, and I played
with her outsize clit till she came convulsively. She went down on me and just
as I was about to come, she pulled me into her. I came copiously into her,
then lay back.

She offered me a soft drink. I foolishly accepted. I drank, then passed out.
The drink had been drugged.

When I woke, I was tied to the bed. Judith stood at the head of the bed, still
naked, holding a scalpel and scisssors. I tried to scream, but Judith had
stuffed my hanky in my mouth and gagged me with her thong.

"You've had the sex, now the castration!" said Judith triumphantly. "You
thought I was joking. I wasn't. That's a camcoder on the table behind us. I
will cut your balls off, and you will give me a permanent job here. With
regular promotions. Otherwise, all the women here will get to know that the
great stud has had his man jewels cut off by a woman!!"

I cried and whimpered as she cut my scrotal skin away with the scalpel,
leaving my balls hanging free.

"Say goodbye to them!!" she whooped, as she cut them off with the scissors,
one by one. She brandished them to the camcorder, and then slowly ate them.

She staunched my wounds, untied me,and turned me loose, having secured the
tape from the camcorder..

That was 5 years ago. She's my boss now. I gave her the job. I couldn't
complain.I'd agreed to the castration, only I hadn't thought she was serious.
And I couldn't face the humiliation of everyone knowing that a slip of a girl
had cut my balls off.

You hear of women sleeping their way to the top. I think she castrated her way
to the top, as all the men who she worked for seem to have had her promoted,
and to have lost their own sex drive at the same time. The women gossip that
Judith has a jar of suspicios looking egg-like organs in her flat. I wonder.

* * *


Naked Swim Club

Summary: Thanx to Micropenis who wrote a similar story in German. I based this on his work.

` Naked swim club `

I had been dating Valerie for a couple months. We had a lot in common and got
along great, but still no sex. Lots of hugging and kissing, but nothing else.
Not that I was in a big hurry. See, I have a big problem. OK, a “small”
problem. My dick is only 4 inches hard. So I hadn’t been with many women. The
few I had had sex with didn’t stick around very long. Some actually laughed at
it, not that I blame them.

One Friday afternoon, Valerie asked me to take her to a swim club she’d heard
about. When we walked in and said “2 to swim, please”, the clerk (a beautiful
young lady) asked a very strange question. “Does he have a penis?” she asked
Valerie about me. Valerie answered as if it were a common question. “I think
so, don’t you, Mike?” “Of course, I’m a man.” Valerie and the clerk laughed.
“Well, you see, this is a naked swim club. For legal reasons, we have to allow
men at least some of the time, so men get to swim here on Mondays. The rest of
the time, only women and men without penises are allowed. That way, the women
aren’t offended or bothered by erections and come-ons.”

I was a bit shocked. “So are there that many penisless men who come here?” I
almost joked. “More than you might think,” the cute clerk replied. “So,” said
my girlfriend, “he’ll have to have his thing cut off before he can swim here
anytime?” “That’s right,” answered the clerk. The next question from Valerie
really surprised and excited me. “So where can we have this done?” I looked at
Val in shock, but she and the clerk seemed to be talking about car repairs.
Like penectomies are an everyday thing. “Oh, we do that right here,” said the
clerk, “right through that door there.”

Valerie took my hand and led me through the door as if I had no say in the
matter. Ok, I admit, I’ve often fantasized about getting rid of my tiny worm.
It’s been nothing but embarrassment most of my life. I’d probably be better
off without it, especially if I had a woman who wanted me that way. Still, I
was quite hesitant to be de-cocked. Fantasy and joking are not the same as
major surgery. Well, minor surgery in my case.

The room looked like any doctor’s office examining room, table and all. A hot
young female doctor was there, waiting. “So, you want your man to fit in here,
I see. Just have him read and sign this consent form, I’ll be right back.”
Everyone was treating me like a pet. Talking to Valerie about me, not to me. I
was surprised she was even going to wait for my consent. Val handed me the
form and we sat down. I never even asked her if or why I should do this for
her. It seemed to already be decided. She wanted it, so I guess I might as
well. I signed the form.

Soon the doctor was back and told me to get undressed. “Would you like to do
it?” she asked Valerie. “Sure, thanks,” Val said. The doctor handed a small
round device to my sweetheart. “Just put this on his penis, pull the penis out
as far as possible, then press the red button. The penectomizer does the rest.
He’ll be numbed, fixed, and cauterized in a moment.” Valerie took it, put it
on me and a minute later, my tiny worm was on the floor. The doctor picked it
up and threw it in a waste basket. I’d never seen Valerie so happy. “Thanks
for letting me fix you. I love you, but I hate dicks, so when I heard about
this place, I had to bring you. My sister and her husband are members. She de-
cocked him last week. Sorry for the deception, but I thought it best if you
didn’t have time to think about it. And you didn’t lose much, huh?” she
smiled. “I love you too, baby. I think we’ll be very happy now,” I answered.

The doctor put in a catheter, gave me a pain prescription and told me to come
back in two days. Soon, we got to go to the naked swim club anytime we wanted.
And you’d be very surprised at how many penisless men there are in this city.

* * *


Ryan’s Story 2, pt.2

NONE ENTERED BY AUTHOR


Lady Charlotte and the Groom

Summary: Lady Charlotte displays her usual cavalier attitude towards gelding the \'livestock\' she owns.

` Lady Charlotte arrives at the stables for an invigorating afternoon ride;
the memory of the momings 'ride' with Melanie still fresh in her mind. `

She stoops to flick a speck of dust from her boots and immediately senses a
young groom's eyes eroding the taut cloth of her brilliant white jodphurs.

With a single movement she stands, twists around and slashes her riding crop
across his left cheek, eliciting a screech of agony.

She grabs him by the hair and thrusts the crop beneath his chin to force his
head back. The young male, paralysed with pain and fear, makes no attempt to
resist.

She brings her face very close to his; then, gazing down at him, says, evenly:
"You were ogling me, weren't you?"

"N... No, My Lady," he replies hoarsely, the crop constricting his larynx.

"Yes you were. You were staring at my arse; and no doubt dreaming sordid
little fantasies about it." He tries to repeat his denial but the riding crop
is now choking him, preventing speech and even the shaking of his head.

Lady Charlotte takes his silence for an admission of guilt. "So," she says. "A
pervert." She raises her right knee swiftly and with experienced accuracy into
the young man's groin, crushing his genitals. He would scream did she not
retain her stranglehold; and that same grip keeps him on his feet allowing her
to repeat the blow a second and then a third time.

Lady Charlotte leaves the groom beside the stables, close to passing out. She
untethers Beauty, her new stallion, mounts him and rides out into the paddock
for a round over the jumps.

The youngster cost nearly two hundred thousand pounds but he is headstrong and
needs frequent reminders with the crop along his flanks. Despite Lady
Charlotte's expertise he still manages to bring down two of the fences. After
half an hour of rigorous exercise she trots him back to the stables, convinced
as to the ideal remedy for his inadequacles.

The chastised groom has recovered his senses and he is quick to kneel in the
dust beside the horse to allow Lady Charlotte to stand on him whilst
dismounting.

"He needs gelding," she says, easily. "I shall telephone the vet now... Have
him ready for her arrival in half an hour." "Yes, my lady."

She turns and walks away towards the house. The groom, pretending to busy
himself with the horse, takes the opportunity for another sly glance at her
delightful but utterly untouchable behind. Again, Lady Charlotte's sixth sense
alerts her to his intrusive gaze. She halts, turns and smiles - wide mouthed
and bright eyed.

"Perverts and headstrong horses," she says... "When the vet has finished with
Beauty she can start on you." She allows her eyes to drop for a fraction of a
second to the groom's groin, illustrating her meaning, then tosses her head
back in a burst of wholesome laughter.

She turns and walks very slowly towards the house, listening to the repetitive
and increasingly hysterical pleas from the man who still cannot help but watch
her gently rolling buttocks.

* * *


Castration 2 / Kastrierung 2

Summary: Translated straight off of the Systransoft (go.com) page. Who knows what will happen to the formatting ...

` Today is it so far: Today they come, in order to get me to the `

castration For three days I wait in my cell. Yesterday

one came that attendant inside, in order to indicate to me that my

request for grace had been rejected and that I today against ten

o'clock

one fetch. First I am shaved, and brought then to the castration.

It is before ten equal it will briefly come. Everything is quiet.

Suddenly I hear that rattle high paragraphs, those slowly

more near come. Those are them. They come too secondly. They remain

before my cell being. The Door is opened, and the two.

Attendant inside occur.

They seize me immediately. They pull me outside on the course. They

give to understand me that I them do not resist

can. If I should try stupidities, they would punish me with their

electrical shock staffs. They show me those

Devices. One of the two holds their staff for me between the legs and

gives me a current draw, which robs the breath from me. Without

resistance

I can be led by them by long passages up to a small space. There we

already become from third

Woman expects.

Attendant inside it fastens me firmly on a handling chair and says to

its colleague that she can begin. This

starts working also immediately. Their function is it, me to shaving.

It bends the seat-back of the chair to the rear

and brings me into an almost which is situated position. Now it takes

an electrical electric shaver, squats before me and begins with it,

to remove me the Scharmhaare.

It does not regard me. I do not seem to be present for it at all.

However their whole attention applies for my abdomen.

It begins with the hair over the Penis. Subsequently, it takes the

member with fixed grasp into the hand and removes those

Hair therefore. Then it raises it, so that it has free view on the

testicles. It keeps it further fixed in the grasp with larger

Attention enthaart it the hodensack. The whole shave takes about five

minutes.

The woman is finished. It releases my Penis, rises and makes for the

two attendant inside workstation, me again from the chair

loose-fasten. They pack me and leave with me the room. Again it goes

through different passages, up to one

Stahltuere, before which attendant inside remain being.

A red lamp above the Tuere displays that behind it still another

castration is under way. We control rooms. Several offense

Goes out to minutes to finally the light and the Door is opened.

It goes now loosely: I am led into the space, into de

Several offense

Goes out to minutes to finally the light and the Tuere is opened.

It goes now loosely: I am led into the space, in which in few minutes

the castration will take place. In the center of this

Room is a rollable operation desk. At its pages are belts with those

the men on it bound

will can.

The castration is executed by two easy-dressed young women. Both

carry only one bikini and hochhackige Stoeckelschuhe.

a Rothaarige, is the actual Kastriererin; the other one, a blond one,

assists it with the operation.

Attendant inside leave the space. They wait before the Tuere, in

order to return me to the intervention again. I am now

alone with the Kastriererinnen.

The two women fasten me on the operation desk. At levers and legs I

am connected firmly with him, so that I

me any longer to move cannot do. I cannot escape from my fate now any

longer. In hardly one minute become

In hardly one minute they will begin,

to remove me my testicles. It would not be senseless to ask the women

for grace the two knows pitying. Makes for them

the Kastrieren fun. The fear of their victims prepares joy for them.

With large attention they execute each handle. Everything

sits perfectly, one notices that they already executed many

sterilizing.

It catching on: First I get a Betaeubung. The Rothaarige takes a

syringe, reaches for my testicles, lifts these

on, the Betaeubungsmittel stings with the needle behind the hodensack

in and squirts me. She says that I in two minutes

there down nothing more will feel. Some seconds offense, without

somewhat occurs. Then allmaelig the effect sets

the syringe. Everything becomes deaf. I do not feel my Penis and the

testicles any longer. The Rothaarige takes a needle, stings

again behind the hodensack and it states contently that I feel no more

pain. Now it can with the actual

castration to begin.

The blond one has everything in the meantime prepared on a small truck

to be situated the implements, those for the castration

are needed.

The Rothaarige takes a flat oblong dish and places it between my legs.

In their them become the genital organs after

insert to cutting off. Then it reaches for the meter and begins.

With linking hand it raises easily the testicles,

in order to be able to separate it better. With rights the hand it

leads the knife behind the hodensack and sets to the cut.

The blade touched now strikes. It lets it slow penetrate. Precisely

it leads the cut. Centimeter around centimeters

she operates through strikes herself, blood vessels and seed conductor

after a scarce minute is it so far: The bag solve itself from

Body off. The Rothaarige holds my testicles in its hand. Smiling it

puts it into the dish. Next mine comes

Penis to the series. It reaches for it, pulls something

Next mine comes

Penis to the series. It reaches for it, pulls something on it, sets

the knife above at the root and separates it with one

short clean cut off. Also it inserts it into the dish.

now the Rothaarige must close my wound again. It ties the blood

vessels, locks the opening with the brackets

and last a large attaches plasters between my legs. There down is now

nothing more.

It is created: The castration is final. The Rothaarige places the

dish with Penis and testicles aside. The blond one

this takes and makes themselves immediately to the destruction of the

same. In addition you serve a machine, which resembles a fleischwolf.

She fills in the genital organs and sets the apparatus in operation.

After five seconds is it past: The Penis and the testicles are cut

up. The chopped genital organs fall into a large

Receptacles and become there immediately with the remnants of the

preceding castrations. The whole mass becomes

Later in a furnace entsorgt.

The two attendant inside occur again. I am situated still lashed on

the operation desk. They take me and drive

me back into my cell. They push me in, delete the light and lock the

Tuere. I am again alone.

* * *


Amazon Colony Invasion

Summary: Amazons in space armed with a castration ray.Nuff said.

` Some time in the distant future, human colonies are spread across space.
Small groups of humans who shared a common ideal such as a radical religion or
political philosophy could hire a colony ship to plant then on a new planet.
Isolated from mainstream human society they were free to develop their own
unique form of society. Isolated, autonomous pockets of human civilization
engaged in wars with each other. This is the story of the invasion of one such
colony by warriors from the Amazon colony. `

The Amazons attacked us without warning and breached our defenses. They were
in the city now, and fighting building to building. The fighting fierce and we
were out numbered. It was clear now that the Amazons were going to take our
city and leave days before colony alliance forces could arrive.

The Amazons carried the same conventional weapons as we did. We probably even
purchased them from the same dealer. However, the Amazons had a terrible
weapon that they used when they were looking to capture slaves. I had seen it
used on soldiers who surrendered to them. They would shoot prisoners in the
crotch with a different gun. It didn’t kill them, but rumor had it that it
castrated them.

Nobody was sure how it worked, but I saw it first hand three days ago. I
watched from a window as three men were captured from a building across the
street. They were marched out onto the street with their hands up. The Amazons
lined them up against the wall and fired a ray at their crotch.

The prisoners immediately screamed, grabbed their balls and dropped to the
ground. The Amazons walked away leaving only one to guard them. The men
continued to scream and writhe in pain for ten minutes. After that they just
got quiet. I left the area to fall back to a safer position. I didn’t see the
prisoners again after that.

Then this morning it happened. The Amazons had advanced and taken the part of
the city where I was holed up. I was cut off from our forces. I heard a patrol
coming up the stairs. They were systematically searching the building room by
room. I hid behind a piece of shielding that was used as a table top. I hoped
it would provide some protection. When the door flew open I fired my blaster.
I caught an Amazon in the shoulder and almost blew her arm off. She fell back
against the wall. Just then, I heard another weapon fire and I got hit in the
left arm. Another Amazon had taken a shot at me from behind the door jamb.

The Amazon pulled back from the doorway. She called out to the rest of her
team for a medic. I stayed behind the shield and wondered why my arm was still
attached to my body. It felt like ants were crawling all over it, and I
couldn’t move it, but it was still intact. It was some sort of stun weapon.

The Amazon that had shot me grabbed her injured comrade and retreated. I was
relieved at first, but then I started to feel the ants spreading to my chest
and neck. Panic was starting to fill me. I tried to get up but I was getting
dizzy. The ants were covering my head now and spreading to my other arm and
stomach. I overheard the Amazon talking down the hall that the building was
secure and that she would guard the prisoner.

The ants were spreading to my legs and my crotch and going all the way to my
feet. I couldn’t move much or speak clearly. The Amazon who shot me walked in
and stood over me. I wanted to blow her head off, but I couldn’t lift the
blaster. She casually removed it from my hand. I was starting to feel a dull
pain in my balls.

“Hello there, my name is Clarisa—that’s Mistress Clarisa to you. You see, I
nutted you, so I get to keep you. Your name shall be … Johnny. I’ve always
liked the name Johnny.”

Clarisa unbuckled my belt and removing my pants. “You don’t mind if I watch do
you? This makes me so hot.”

My balls were felt like they were being kicked by a chorus line. My cock
however seemed to be hardening.

“My, my! I see your instrument of oppression is becoming aroused. Mmm, so am
I.” Clarisa’s hand disappeared down the front of her pants, and her hips began
to grind.

“How would you like to fuck your mistress before your manhood is gone? Very
few men get to fuck and Amazon and live. You should feel honored.”

Clarisa began to remove her pants and rather casually explain what was
happening to me. “Your balls are shrinking Johnny. Soon they will be gone. I
wish you could see this. Hey! I’ve got an idea.” She removed a small mirror
from her pocket and positioned it so that I could see my balls. “See? It’s
amazing isn’t it?”

My balls were mottled with patches of blue, red, purple and black. They also
looked smaller. “Now lets hurry up while your dick still works.”

Clarisa squated over me and took my cock into her pussy. She rode me like a
horse while rubbing her clit and her breasts. She came quickly. I found out
later that fucking men is a forbidden act on her colony. No wonder she got off
so quickly. She pulled my cock out of her pussy and said, “Thank you Johnny
that was lovely.” She continued to play with my dick out of curiosity. I was
very close to coming, and I wanted to get off one more time.

“It feels so weird in my hand. Do you like it when I hold your dick? I think
to like it when I rub it.”

That was too much. I grunted and started to shoot cum. Some of it landed on
her hand. “EEEWWWWWW!” Clarisa jumped back in horror, and picked up her
castration gun again. “This is taking too long.” Clarisa shot me in the balls.

The pain was so intense that I was able to break through the paralysis and
grab my balls. I screamed and felt what was happening. In a matter of seconds
my already damaged testicles seemed to crumble to pieces in my scrotum. My
cock began to shrivel up as my ball sack shrank. A few minutes later the
remains of my scrotum split open, and a dark red liquid oozed out onto my
hands.

I was taken back to the Amazon colony to be Clarisa’s slave. My dead scrotum
eventually fell off. My dick was a tiny shrunken black nub that was only good
for urinating. I worked in Clarisa’s house as her personal valet and pleasure
toy for the rest of my life.

* * *


Bare-Breasted Blast

Summary: A lesbian Icelandic huntress sets her sites on special game for her special games.

♂ ♀ ♂

_CB thanks the EA beta readers who helped knock off her writer’s block with
this little ditty about big titties and long-lost dickies._

♂ ♀ ♂

Both of Jessica’s 12-gage barrels were locked on both of Jared’s balls.

He froze.

For two reasons.

One, fear.

Two, caught taking a piss, his pants were down to his ankles on the Greenland
ice sheet, and his gonads were being freeze-dried in the open-air breeze of
minus 40 degrees.

Jessica always hunts bare-breasted. The nipple erections on her huge natural
tits are naturally magnetic – they always point North – so she never loses her
way.

The eroticism of the moment had Jared’s cock up and pointing South.

Jessica kept one hand on the triggers and reached over with the other to snap
off Jared’s cock.

No harm done to him. The super-cooled wound never bled.

His balls were now blue. She blew him a kiss as her shotgun barrels kicked.

The shot was cleverly only blanks. Just nice hot wads fired on his gonads,
warming them nicely and nice enough to excite him to shoot a wad through the
phallic stump.

Jessica took Jared’s captured male member to a taxidermist for preservation,
and to make a never-failing real-life strap-on.

The huntress will now be fully qualified member of Fucks Unlimited.

Her trophy lez lovers will have an always-hard trophy cock to fuck and fuck,
to suck and suck – and with no man needed to change their luck.

♂ ♀ ♂

* * *


The Reformed Public School System

Summary: The year is 2340, years after a massive depopulation, the population of the world declined to less than 50 million people. The Principal of the L\'école des frčres tells how things are run and why.

` `

The Reformed Public School System

The year is 2340, years after a massive depopulation, the population of the
world declined to less than 50 million people.

I am the Principal of the L'école des frčres in what was Quebec, is now Centre
des personnes francophones nationales. We live in a tropical climate now after
the planet shifted its axis many years ago.

This is an instruction manual and historical archive of how the school was
run.

Because of the massive world problems that swept through the Earth during the
last few years, we have an extreme policy on breeding.

This is because the population on Earth swelled to well over 100 billion
people by the year 2130. The heat killing 1 billion people a year, and the
population was still growing. Our colonies on Mars were just starting at the
time. Luckily nature did not like the situation. A sequence of virii, wars,
and economic disaster swept through the planet over the next 75 years.

The boys school that I run is very important to the future of our society.
Boys enter the school at the age of 8.

The school literally takes delivery of the boys for their 5 years of intense
education. Their parents will not see them for at least that long.

Their parents bring their boy(s) to the administration office. The more
affluent parents tend to bring their children here dressed in their
presentation clothing, and normal parents will bring them in the standard
outfit. After taking registration details, the children are then stripped of
their clothing and a tight collar is placed around their neck.

This collar is critical to the program we run. It provides constant location
information, and can be used for discipline procedures. It has no more, and no
less than 1cm slack around their neck, so it is impossible for them to remove
it. It has a thickness of about 1cm, and height of about 4cm. Throughout their
growth this collar will be bigger and bigger. Such that at the end of their
schooling with us, it will be 3cm thick and a height of 8cm. An accessory on
their collar includes a retractable cord, used to keep the boy in one place or
in line with others.

After their collar is in place they are shaved of all the hair on their head,
because we desire everybody to look the same.

The most important part of our activities is choosing who will be allowed to
breed. It is guaranteed that every boy will get a chance to impregnate a girl
of maturing age. It is just not guaranteed that they will be able to do it
more than that.

To ensure that they do not spill their seed and to provide partial covering
each boy has his genitals locked up in a special chastity device. The base of
the penis is first surrounded by a base that goes behind the testicles. The
penis then has a sheath placed over it with a mild adhesive. It is then
secured pointing up. A cap is then placed ontop of the penis that connects to
a small hole on the sheath. This cap is then secured directly around the penis
and testicles enclosing them. Screws are then screwed in with break heads on
them, to secure it forever, until removed.

On the 12th birthday of a boy, they are taken out of class for a special
session to determine their future viability. If their school grade is greater
than 80% then they have a 50% chance of keeping their goods. If their grade is
less, they have less than 30%. The other factor is if they are of good genes.

To prepare them, the cap and sheath are removed. An incision is made to the
penis just behind the testicles to collect a sample of sperm as it will
ejaculate. A wire is then placed around his testicles. A girl of 12 is brought
in, and stands against a board on the wall, and is lowered slightly. The boy
is then tied hands to the back of the board and feet are put in place. So the
boy will just be able to move up and down into the girl.

The boy then is inserted into the girl and starts on his manoeuvre. Within a
minute he starts to ejaculate and the sample is also collected. An analysis of
the sperm is then completed. The boy is instructed to restart his motions.
Just as the boy ejaculates his testicles start to heat up. The wire is blazing
hot, and his testicles fall off just as he gets the pleasure of ejaculating
for the second and last time in his life.

He is then sealed back up, and then returned to class.

* * *


Dr. Laura (A Newspaper Clipping)

Summary: A husband seeks advice on relieving his sex drive.

` Excerpt from _Dallas Morning Times,_ _Letters to Dr. Laura_ April 1, 2004

...And a last interesting case for those male readers who are 'frustrated'
with the quality or amount of sex in their long-term monogamous relationship.

A man in North Dakota wrote a heartfelt plea for help. I cannot print the
writer’s entire letter in this space, but I have included a few excerpts for
my readers' consideration. The writer, a man of twenty-five, has been married
for six years with two young children. Sexual relations between himself and
his wife have nearly ceased and, to use the writer's words, "...we sometimes
go a whole month without sex, touching or fondling of any type. When we do
have sex, it seems like a chore."

The writer is considering a radical step, a bilateral orchidectomy, to reduce
his considerable sex drive and therefore reduce the level of his frustration.
Although this surgical solution might seem to be an easy step toward the goal,
with all the benefits desired seemingly by the reader and his wife, it is a
very serious decision that must be carefully considered by both partners in
the relationship.

I can tell from the letter that the writer is a highly sexed young male. For
those of you out there that are like him, you should consider the surgery
suggested by our writer's wife for the benefit of their marriage. It is a
relatively minor surgery that is only slightly more complex than the standard
no-scalpel vasectomy sought by so many males in our society. Consider that our
writer already has two children. More importantly, neither partner in the
marriage desires more children so continued virility is not a factor in this
case. Therefore, removal of the reader's testicles will surely result in many
desirable benefits including, sterilization, reduced sex drive, reduced
aggressiveness, lower risk of prostate cancer, longer life in general, and a
steadier demeanor.

In the short space I've been allotted for this response, I'd like to primarily
focus on two of the above benefits. Sterilization of the male is a simple and
extremely effective birth control method. The method chosen in this case is
more radical than a simple vasectomy, and is of course non-reversible, but
will result in the same outcome. The wife will benefit from no longer taking
the birth control pill that I'm guessing she is currently prescribed, or has
been prescribed in the past.

Second, the removal of the testicles will significantly reduce the chance of
prostate cancer in the male. This benefit becomes glaringly important when, as
the writer stated, all male members of the family past puberty have contracted
prostate cancer, I would say that this surgery would be a key to his future.

Let me close by saying that I deeply respect the writer's monogamous
commitment and willingness to sacrifice part of his body and mind for the
benefit of his relationship with his wife. I will be following the case
closely, and would like to encourage my other readers to contribute to this
discussion by mail and email at my normal address.

* * *

`


The Penis Trade

Summary: The trade of male sex organs throughout the world over the internet.

` Due to the widespread success of the internet for black market organ trade,
particularly from Third World countries during the early years of the new
millennium, a new and highly successful business boomed. `

The PenisTrade.

Desperate men needing financial assistance willingly donated their precious
manhoods for money.

Countries such as Brazil and India provided the bulk of the trade and western
nations provided the market with men and women only too eager to purchase the
members.

Naturally, these donors were willing to part with their precious assets for
very little and wealthy westerners could purchase dozens for a couple of
hundred U.S. dollars.

Nico, a young, fit and healthy native of Sao Paolo in Brazil with a wife and
five children and no sufficient means to support his family had come to the
decision to donate his organs having read about the Penis Trade in a local
magazine for men.

He had discussed this with his wife and had not come to this decision lightly
but his family lived in desperate poverty and he felt by selling his penis and
testes he could afford new clothes for his children.

Nico contacted a tradesmen via an internet café and made arrangements to have
his organs purchased. He was informed that he must travel to the city for an
interview that Monday.

Monday duly arrived and Nico dressed in his only suit and cleaned and groomed
himself as best he could so as to make a good impression at his interview. He
caught the bus into town and then travelled by clipper to a small warehouse in
a downtown precinct.

He had been instructed to go to the rear of the building where he would find a
doorbell and to ring three times and wait. This he did. After what seemed a
couple of minutes he heard a woman’s voice through a speaker above the door
instruct him to enter.

Inside was a small foyer and a sign directing him to a counter where two young
attractive women greeted him.

“Good morning, Nico, we’ve been expecting you. Please take a seat and Ms
Ramero will see you shortly.”

Nico took a seat and waited.

He didn’t have to wait long for within minutes she appeared.

“Nico. Thankyou for coming, could you please follow me into my office.”

He followed Ms Ramero into a small room resembling a doctor’s surgery.

“Be seated. I believe you have something to offer us, Nico.”

“Yes,” replied Nico, “I have come in response to your add.”

“You would like to sell your organs? You obviously have given this some
thought.”

“I have discussed this with my wife and we have agreed to go through with
this.”

“Right, then let’s proceed. You must read and sign this form and then I shall
inspect your goods to determine a price. Once you have agreed to a price and
signed the form there is no going back, Nico, you understand this?”

He nodded.

Nico read the document as best he could and more or less understood what was
involved in the contract. “I am ready to sign,” he stated then crudely signed
his name.

“Thankyou,” said Ms Ramero as she pressed a small button on a console. The two
young women from the counter then entered and Nico was instructed to undress.

One of the young women collected his clothing and carefully folded them and
placed them on a rack.

“Aaaah, excellent,” said Ms Ramero. “You have a beautiful penis. And good size
too, at least eight inches I suggest. This should sell quite easily.”

She took a closer inspection. “The foreskin is still there. Good. And a large
prominent glans,” she noted having pushed back his skin.

“And two full good-sized testes too. Good, this is good, I am very pleased.
Yes, Nico we would like these.

I can offer you the equivalent of thirty U.S. dollars for the lot.”

Nico’s eyes lit up. This was more than he had expected and he was very proud.

“I agree!” blurted Nico immediately.

“Excellent. Let’s complete the contract then.”

Nico signed another contract and was then led into an adjoining room.

This room was bright and airy and featured a device in the centre.

Ms Ramero motioned Nico toward the device. “This is going to be painful, Nico,
but we shall cauterise your wound and there will be no chance of infection.
Everything is sterilised. Jennifer and Paula shall try to make this experience
as comfortable as they can. Quick and clean. They are very experienced and
have cut thousands of young men like you in the last couple of months.”

Nico did feel comforted although his heart was pounding and his throat dry.

Jennifer directed Nico to the guillotine blades. “These blades are razor sharp
and will provide a clean cut. They are heated to intensity which will help to
cauterise. We remove the penis first. However, to cut costs we do not provide
for the relief of pain.”

Nico placed his penis beneath the blade. Jennifer grasped his glans and
stretched his member until it was fully extended. “We have been fortunate this
winter, very little rain,” said Jennifer. The statement had distracted Nico
sufficiently for the blade came down as he pondered what had been an
exceptionally wet winter.

At first he could feel nothing but within seconds he was struck by the pain.
Paula then attended to the wound with a laser device which effectively sealed
what remained of his penis. Basically nothing.

He was allowed to rest for a couple of minutes before Paula directed him back
to the device. Nico’s legs were weak and his heart was still pounding.

“It will be over within the minute, Nico,” comforted Paula.

His testes were placed over the rim of a small basin-like apparatus and Paula
produced a gelding knife.

“Right, Nico, hold your breath and count slowly to ten.”

This he did.

He felt the blade enter underneath his scrotum from the right and slowly and
skilfully cut its way to the left. Paula then withdrew the knife and completed
the removal of his testes from the top – right to left. Once the task was
complete, Paula carefully gathered up all of the severed organs and placed
them in the bowl next to what had once been his penis.

“Finished!” announced Paula. “You were very brave,” as she searched for the
laser device once more.

“How do you feel?” asked Ms Ramero.

“Happy. Very happy,” replied Nico.

With the thirty dollars Nico afforded new school outfits for three of his
children including a pair of leather shoes for his eldest son. He had
recovered from his operation quickly for he was still young.

His genitals were sold to a wealthy old widow from Long Island who purchased
dozens of these organs each week over the internet to feed to her pampered
Afghan dogs – something which she had done since they were pups. She did this
in retribution to her deceased husband who had made her life a misery and had
consequently given her a hatred for men and their detestable sex organs.

During the year 2010 it was estimated that 20 million organs were traded
throughout the world and that most of these organs were bought for food. The
tender penis of a young juvenile fetched the highest prices and was considered
a delicacy by gourmets and peasants alike. Many of the finest restaurants
provided the – what was termed – ‘fruit of the male’ as a staple on their
menus and it was forecast that the trade would boom in the future.

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Furious Dad De-Nuts Sexy Son

Summary: When he was 14, he and his sister, and their girl cousin started fooling around. Soon both girls were pregnant. The dad reacted in a violent way.

` These events took place on the next farm to ours. As puberty came to Jason
(not his real name), his twin sister was also developing her womanhood. These
14 year olds and their cousin, who lived nearby, had fun "playing house" -
including allowing nature to take over.`

It was something that seemed so natural to all of them, playing sex and
playing house and not really thinking about what might happen.

Neither girl thought much about the fact that their periods, which had just
started, had now stopped. And, as weeks turned into months, both of them
started to expand their tummies. Finally their mother noticed and hauled both
girls to the doctor, receiving the unwelcome news that they were pregnant by
their brother/cousin!

Mom waited several weeks to tell Dad. The moment she told him, he flew into an
uncontrollable rage about his 14 year old sex maniac son, and the incest that
had happened.

He tore upstairs and brought his son downstairs under one arm with his other
around his neck. He told his son to go and sit in the truck, and made a phone
call to the garage where several of his friends worked.

Then, the dad and his son drove the several miles to the garage, which was
just closing for the day.

"You come with me!" He ordered his son, as they entered the garage and headed
for the back room. The two friends of the dad were waiting there.

"OK, guys, this young sex maniac must be stopped, or he's going to be in
trouble all of his life."

With that, he signalled and his two friends grabbed the boy by the arms. He
unzipped the boy's pants and dropped them. The two men turned him around and
bent him down over the work bench as his dad selected a pair of tinning shears
and reached down between his son's legs and pulled his sac back as far as it
would go. Then, in one quick snip, he removed his son's "family jewels" and
put an end to the uncontrolled sex drive that obviously had been boiling
inside.

The boy shrieked in pain. The father took out his handkerchief and covered the
bleeding stump where his balls had been attached, and told his son to hold it
there, or he'd bleed to death.

They headed off into the darkness toward home and a brand new sexless life for
the 14 year old kid who paid a high price for fooling around.

Today, many years later, this kid, now grown into - well, manhood, I suppose
you could say, - having grown up, is a well adjusted and placid person without
any interest in women, or men for that matter. He lives a quiet life, almost
as a hermit. He goes to work, and comes home, and relaxes alone.

Every so often, he thinks back to how great it was to roll around with his
sister and cousin on the bed and then the smile on his face turns cold as he
remembers the consequences.

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