Cyber-Bitch Technologies: The Constrictor

Summary: A faux advertisement for a product that does not exist, but should.

` Cyber-Bitch Technologies brings you the latest advancements in ball-busting.
We have made the fantasy of automatic and wireless ball-busting a reality!
Women, now you can punish your man’s plums without even touching him!!! `

Introducing—The Constrictor! This coiled cuff fits snugly around a man’s
ballsack. With muscles modeled after the Boa Constrictor snake, The
Constrictor’s dual coil chambers (one for each ball) can constrict to the
maximum degree short of rupturing the testicles. Imagine—squeezing a man’s
balls within inches of their lives!!!

The Constrictor can be set to bust automatically. Perhaps you wish to bust
your man’s nuts for two minutes every hour or for thirty seconds once every 5
minutes—just set the timer and the strength and duration of each squeeze and
you can remind your man who’s boss of his balls as often as you want, even
when you’re not around!

The Constrictor can also be controlled by our Cyber Fingers analog glove.
Cyber Fingers responds to your hand movements. Squeeze an imaginary testicle
in the air and the The Constrictor’s coils will constrict. The tighter you
squeeze, the tighter the coils compress his kiwis!

Best of all, The Constrictor is Guaranteed Not To Damage the Testicles.*

Here are testimonies from satisfied customers:

“I bought The Constrictor on a whim. Now I never let my husband go anywhere
without it. He used to have straying eyes. Now every time he looks at another
woman I just remind him who's the boss of his balls!" (Rhode Island, US)

"I and my boyfriend love The Constrictor! I put it on him in the morning and
then I give him squeezes throughout the day whenever I feel like it. He says
it's like my hands never leave his scrotum." (Cambridge, UK)

For a premium fee, The Constrictor can be configured with a cellular
controller. Just dial up the number as though you were calling a friend's cell
phone, enter the settings you want, and The Constrictor will bust him as hard
and as long as you want! Pain to your man's testicles is as close as the
nearest phone!

*If The Constrictor's safety release is damaged or disabled, do not use it. Cyber-Bitch technologies assumes no responsibility for damage or destruction of the testicles if The Constrictor is misused.

Other stories by this author (ghost-writing for Ball Eater):

Two Guys Really Get Fucked

Coeds Discover Penectomy Porn

Castration Quickie One, Two, and Three

Memoir of a Student Teacher

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Sniper

Summary: "War - what is it good for ? Absolutely nothing !"Frankie goes to Hollywood

You could have called me a lucky man. I had a woman who loved me, a
son, a daughter and two dogs. I loved them all.

Then war came. I fighted as a sniper in a foreign land. When the
other ones didn`t hit the inner ring of the target, i hit a nutshell
at the same distance.

I was caught and became prisoner of war.

When they set me free, 15 years were gone. My dogs were dead, my
children didn`t recognize me and had children of their own, my wife
had married another man and lived with him in the house I once had
built. My life was ruined.

Somehow the president of my former state had survived and was now the
leader of a political party.

I remembered my old talent. I don`t mind if I get captured again or
if they will kill me. Here I lie on the roof.

I won`t hit him in the head. I won`t hit him in the heart. Nutshell,
you know ?


This Year's Model

Summary: A model makes the ultimate sacrifice to look good.

Linda finished the photo session and went to the changing room with her friend
Betsy. "He really liked your legs" said Betsy. "In fact he took more of your
legs than all the girls. I wish I had leg like yours. I think that you'll get
the part in their big campaign." Linda smiled. Yes, she had great legs, a
perfect flat tummy produced by working out every day and beautiful pert bum.
She was sure that she would get the part of the girl in the new ad campaign.
That meant money, travel, exotic locations, good hotels and her figure on
billboards over the world.

After changing she went to see her agent to see if a decision had been made.
It wasn't what she expected. "You mean Mavis got the job!" she wailed. "But
her legs and figure is nowhere as good as mine are."

"Well," said her agent. "thats right. The committee thought that your figure
was just what they want. Except for one problem."

"What is that?" asked Linda. "That is what they said about this in your
bikini." said her agent passing over one of the photos from the photo session.
Linda looked at the photo. There, sure enough was the enormous bulge of her
labia and hood, clearly visable in the photo of her in the tight bikini.
"Well, every girls got that." She said. Her agent passed across some other
photos of different girls. Although there were little creases there was
nothing so obviously female in their pictures. "You see" said her agent "they
don't want anything quite so", he paused as he thought for diplomatic words,
"quite so aggresively female in the pudenda department."

Linda went home very upset. Her career seemed blighted. That evening in the
gym she observed the other women in the shower. They all had minimal obviously
female labia. "Like a modern Swedish design" she thought. Hers were luxuriant
like some delicate orchid, with giant red lips and a huge pink tongue.

Next day she called the doctor who had arranged her boob job and asked for an
appointment with her plastic surgeon. Two days she arrived at his office and
was ushered into his consulting room. Linda explained the problem with some
difficulty. "You mean" said the doctor "that you want me to see if I can
perform labia reduction?" Linda confirmed that was what she wanted. Next she
undressed for an examination. The doctor sat her on the examination table and
she opened her legs. Did she hear a gasp? Yes, even the normally unemotional
doctor was excited by the beauty of her labia.

"Well" said the doctor, "it is possible, but I prefer not to o this kind of
operation. If you don't mind I'll ask my collegue, Dr Rosswell." Linda had no
objection, but was surprised to find that Dr Rosswell was a middle aged woman,
rather short and dumpy, with short cropped hair and a very abrupt manner.
"yes" said Dr Rosswell. "A simple operation, but I recomend a removal of the
hood and clitoris as well. Then you will achieve a completely smooth
appearance. No unsightly bumbs or lumps." Linda asked for some time to
consider this. Losing her clit sounded drastic, but on reflection she thought
that her career was more more important than a few seconds of pleasure. She
agreed to the operation. This was carried out under a full anesthetic by Dr
Rosswell at her private clinic. Dr Rosswell and her nurses all looked forward
to these operations, especially on young women as beautiful as Linda, where
they could fondle them and play with them as they slept.

It took Linda almost two months to fully heal, but she was soon back at work.
With a smooth crotch she was perfect for the sexless adverts for thongs and
panties. She didn't mind the lack of sex while she worked.

Then after a couple of years the work dried up. Her agent told her that
agencies were now looking for models that looked more like women. Linda spent
the rest of her life sexless and working in a fast food restaurant.

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Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence

Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence


Hustling

Summary: Poetry

` "Pardon me, sir," he said all smiles."
Would you like to buy my dick?"
"I've traveled seven miles."
"For free, you can have one lick."`

Real hard, in his hand,
He held his schlong.
His body, lean and tanned,
"What? Is something wrong?"

"I've owned it almost nineteen year."
"Enjoyed it so much, I had."
"So, now I have to sell it, I fear."
"I need some cash real bad."

"It's a nice piece of meat,
"With the hood still intact."
"Mighty fun to beat,
"Nine inches, and that's a fact."

The gentleman looked it over.
Then, he took his free lick.
"Just like finding a four leaf clover."
"You can't beat that with a stick."

"Okay, young man," he said.
"I'll purchase your prick."
He said, "I'm thankful that my dad
"Gave me such a big stick."

To barter, now is the time.
"You can't find something like this
"In any five and dime."
"It'll bring you pure bliss."

A price has been struck.
The men shook on the deal.
One nine inch penis, fifty buck,
The buyer thought it a steal.

No need to race,
So, to the clinic the men walked,
Strolling, a leisurely pace,
While making small talk.

"I hope there won't be a long wait."
There was quite a crowd.
The buyer thought this fate:
He would soon be quite proud.

"Hey, doc," the young man said,
"This man has bought my prick."
Doc replied, "Young man, I think you've been had,
"Only fifty bucks for this big stick?"

Upon the cutting board, the grand dick did flop.
"This won't take long:
"I'll have it off with one chop."
"And, you'll be a young man without such a long dong."

Doc felt it a shame,
What young men will do.
This schlong would bring fame.
If this young man only knew.

All that was left were his balls and sack,
After one quick cut with the ax.
There was no turning back.
Laid out right here are all the facts.

With his purchase, one man left,
Joyous, showing no shame.
While one was bereft
Of his claim to fame.

At home that night,
Alone in his room,
In the mirror, a young man looked with fright,
With still more bills to pay, and soon.

"I still have these,"
He said, while fondling his balls.
"I can sell them with great ease
"At school, in the halls."

The next day after gym,
In the showers, naked and wet,
"How much didya get for your dick?" asked Tim.
"You could've gotten more for the whole set."

At school, in the halls
With nuts all nice and clean,
He sold his two balls
Because times were lean.

This money won't last long.
Ten bucks each, highway robbery,
Young man, no dance, no song,
Could've won more playing the state lottery.

Do what young men will
In a republican economy.
What one needs to pay the bill:
Hustling, penectomy, castration, and sodomy.

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1218 AD

Summary: Fanciful History

1218 AD

The Egyptians had defeated the infidel. Not by force of arms but through
cunning. The large invading army of Crusaders had attack up through the
lowlands of the Nile Valley. Opening the reservoirs they were flooded out.

For her part Atima did not care for the infidels, even though she was Coptic
Christian. She felt no kinship with the Franks and agreed with the Muslims
that they were dirty, violent and uncultured. Still she had a job to do and
was if not accepted at least tolerated by the Muslims.

The Egyptians had captured over five hundred of the Crusaders. None of them
were Knights Templar as they and their sergeants and archers fought to the
death. Being a most gracious individual the Caliph offered the prisoners a
choice of converting. Those that refused to accept Islam were immediately
beheaded. Those that did accept conversion were sent to Atima for her special
talents.

She checked her preparations, her fine Damascus Steel Knife was sharp, she had
a good supply of straws and nearby was a bucket container tar and a brush. The
first of the captives was brought in by two large guards. The guards stretched
the boy out on the table and tied him spread eagled.

Atima was fascinated by the boys blond hair. He would be very popular in the
place he would be sent if he survived her hands. The guards pulled up his
tunic, exposing his genitals.

Stepping forward Atima smiled sweetly at the boy, this seemed to reassure him
until her hands grabbed his sack and she quickly sliced it off. He screamed a
high hollow scream, as she casually tossed his sack into a charcoal brazier.
Grapping his penis she sliced that away and he passed out. Quickly inserting a
straw into him so he could pee, she swabbed the area with tar.

The guards picked up the boy and made way for the next prisoner to receive
Atima’s care. Atima hid the bloody knife behind her back and smiled sweetly at
the at the next prisoner as he was tied to the table.

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My Handsome Surgeon (gay)

His blade is flashing in the beam of light. My breathing is deep as it will
ever get with the expectation of what is about to happen, myself laid ready
with my legs apart. I am naked save my

g-string, full with the thoughts of my ultimate sacrifice. The blade moves and
cuts my final clothing away, leaving exposed the focal point of my being with
him - this beautiful, handsome surgeon.

I have no need for pain relief, there is only place for sensual touch - his
touch, his knife. The first gentle stroke cuts into my scrotum between my
legs, turns up towards my penis and caresses across its base, then veers back
down to complete the incision. My living pouch separates and slips away from
me, my testicles left to be seen, full, exposed, naked, exciting - still
connected to my body by their tubes of life.

My testicles are cupped into his palm and taken into his waiting mouth, his
tongue embracing, exploring my unique nakedness. His lips close on my cords,
my manhood never to be seen again. He teases, savours each ball, almost
timelessly.............

................until the glinting, razor sharp blade severs the only
remaining connection my testicles have with me.

My final sperm shoots in ultimate orgasm from the tubes still winding from my
body.

I have been castrated.

My lover...........

My handsome surgeon............

My devourer................


Nick Perez Gets Tree Raped

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    Nick Perez Gets Tree Raped

    (This was inspired by the 1st Evil Dead Movie)

    Speeding along the streets by his home in Mountainside New Jersey,
    17 year old stud Nick Perez-Santalla, was thrilled as ever that he
    had a whole week off from School. Nick goes to a catholic school a
    few towns over and although being a year behind in math and
    science, Nick is one of the most popular guys in school. A junior,
    he has blessed the school with his fantastic good looks. A cute
    combo cross of Ben Afflect and David Boreanaz, only with a huge 11
    inch cock and grapefruit sized low hanging nuts. A sexual marvel, a
    fantasyy come true. His looks garunteed him a sex life of bliss and
    he was highly admired by both sex's.  On this bleak Spring Break,
    he arranged to meet up with a bunch of his friends in a small
    cabin in the far off woods in jersey near elizabeth where if the
    bears and bugs don't scare you, the drunken pimps and bums would.
    It was too be a week of camping, ruffing it, and extream usage of
    drugs and tons of Gay & Straight sex. Nick was looking vastly
    foward to it. It took a while but Nick finally arrived in the
    cabin, only to find the place all beat up and crappy looking. Nick
    also apparently got there first as he was the only one there. He
    unloaded his stuff, including his pot stash, and waited. Hours
    passed and no one came. It was pitch black out and got really
    creepy. Nick heard a noise outside and thought it was one of his
    friends playing a prank. Nick went outside to scare his friends. He
    got out some silly sting and wipped cream and quietly creeped
    outside the side door and saw a shadow go around the corner. Nick
    jumped the corner and shot the shit at the wall thinking it was one
    of his friends. Only no one was there. Nick got a little freaked
    and searched the area to find no one. Nick then heard alot of
    strange noises and decided to go back inside. Another hour passed
    and Nick at the point of being really bored wipped out his 11 inch
    cock and grapefruit size balls and started jack off to pass the
    time. Just as Nick was to climax, someone started to knock like a
    lunitic at the door. Thinking his friends had finally arrived Nick
    shoved his equipment back in his pants, but being unable to walk
    without having a tent pole sticking widly up in his pants. Nick
    opened the door unsatisfied only to find no one there. Nick looked
    around and it was empty. He closed the door and wiped out his shit
    again, and just as he had started to beat off again, he heard the
    door knock yet again. And as before no one was there. Fed up, Nick
    slammed the door and beat off yet again. Only to hear knocking on
    all the doors and walls of the cabin. Then a garbage can went
    smashing through the window. Nick scared shitless grapped a lead
    pipe and ran outside and jetted to his car, only to find the tire's
    slashed. Nick looked around only to find no one there. Nick then
    heard a women's scream in the woods and rushed in the woods only to
    find no one. Then Nick though he heard something move. He noticed
    movement but no one was there and it was so dark out he couldnt
    make it out. Just then A bunch of Branches and vines entangled
    Nick. Nick couldn't help but think, "What The Fuck". The branches
    and vines dragged him towards a thin old tree. The branches then
    started to tear his cloths off. Nick couldn;t beleave what was
    happening to him. The vines started to wrap around his balls
    arousing him. Nick got a huge hard on even though he was scared
    shitless. The Branches wrapped around Nicks Huge Cock and stated to
    beat him off. A tree beating him off. Nick though he was dreaming
    but this was no dream. The branches got him lieing down and spread
    his legs and slowly and painfully dragged him towards the thin
    tree. The thin tree had a hole in it and the tree bended and
    consumed Nicks cock and started to literly rape him. The hole in
    the tree was so hard and crudded up that it hurt and made cuts
    along his cock. Nick pleaded and started to cry and begged for it
    to stop. But the tree kept humping his cock. 10 minutes of being
    tree raped finally got to nick and he couldn't hold it in and shot
    4 huge wet and warm loads in the tree. The tree then dismounted
    from Nicks abused and damaged cock and slouched back to the way it
    was. The branhes and vines still had a hold over him though and
    wouldn't let go. Just then the branches dragged Nick by a thorn
    bush and then the thorn bush's small but sharp braches cut up and
    ruppted his precious and big ball sac. It hurt like hell and then a
    huge branch went ramming into his sac shooting boold and sperm
    everywhere though the holes. A few more hits and Nicks testicles
    popped and broke like water ballons. Nicks life was ruined. He
    would never have children and would never get hard again. He lost
    his man hood. Then the thorn bush got on his sac again and
    violently ripepd and cut the remains off severing his man hood
    forever. The big branch then smashed into the small seperated sac
    shooting Nicks testicle matter into his eyes. Nick was a mess. He
    was Physiclly and mentally ruined. He thought the worst was over,
    but it wasn;t. Nicks Cock was still hard and huge and the branhes
    kept him standing up while the big bad branch started stamping on
    the base of his cock. After a few smashings, a loud crack ecohed
    through the woods and Nick 's once mightly cock broke off from his
    body and poor Nick was forever ruined. Not only had he lost his
    ability to have children, but also his ability to piss standing up.
    This was too much for Nick and he passed out. Then Day came and the
    vines and branhes let go of him and lost any form of life and went
    back to normal. Nick woke up only to see it day and now he had
    nothing. He lost all his worth of living and walked away crying.

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Poor Wayne

Summary: Stuck as a virgin

Wayne was a young star on his football team. Despite all his bragging he was
still a virgin. He was kidnapped by the cross town rivals cheerleaders. He
found he was tied naked with his legs spread wide apart. He saw five of the
cheerleaders naked in front of him and his penis was rock hard.

He was confused and embarrassed to be naked and hard in front of such
beautiful women. One took a razor and shave off all his hair around his groin.
He saw all the women put on strap ons. He was then place faced down on the bed
and all of them raped his tender ass for hours. Despite his fear and his pain
Wayne shot out a lot of cum from the pressure deep in his ass. He was begging
to stop the rape, but they continued for a long time. They then rolled him
over and laughed at his swollen red penis and the cum all over.

One asked if he was a virgin still, and wayne found no reason to lie at this
time. They laughed and told him to beg to remain a virgin. He shook his head
and said he could not do that. One of them brought over a nut cracker. Wayne
had never thought of this as a torture device. She took his young ball in the
vice and told him to beg to die a virgin. She continued to crush the orb and
finally Wayne screamed to be a virgin. They all laughed at this and soon his
ball burst from the pressure.

Wayne was hoping and begging they would now leave him alone and he still could
have sex with the remaining ball. Another girl started to crush his final ball
and for some reason his penis shot out some more cum. Now he was at the place
of remaining a proud man or becoming a pathetic sexless boy. Right before he
lost all of the ball; they stopped and Wayne was so relived.

They then told him the horrible truth of what they hoped to do to him. They
learned a nerve in the penis allows it to become erect or be flaccid. They
would cut that nerve and then Wayne would not have the capability of having an
erection. The single ball would cause him to feel great desire but no way of
relieving the pressure.

Wayne now was facing a horrible future; always longing to be a man and
stepping away from being a virgin but trapped in the virgin state. Laughing
the girls quickly cut the nerve and now Wayne was stuck with a tiny penis and
a huge desire for sex. They kept him captive for several days begging and
playing with his small hairless penis and to his horror Wayne could only pant
with desire.

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A real Young man's real life wish

Summary: A College boy wishes some day he can be a boy with a pussy.

My Future, new life.

I have already envisioned myself what my life will be like in a few years. I
am tired who I am right now and what to be something new. I always had that
dream, that fantasy, one day it will come true. I am taking about a new person
that I really wanted to be.

I have heard of different body alterations that people went through. Men
became ladies and ladies became men. Men became transvestites and some women
became men with pussies. Some women became men and kept their pussies, like
Buck Angel. Then, there are hermaphrodites, men and women having opposite sex
organs. I admire Chance Ryder who was a hermaphrodite and had kept his born
pussy, but unfortunately died of depression.

Some people want to be gays. Men love each other, and so do women. Some love
to dress opposite clothes, like men wearing dresses and stockings, while women
wear white t-shirts, jeans, and a baseball cap.

We all humans have equal rights. As explain above, people alter their sex and
body. Want I want to do is to have a GRS operation without ever taking
hormones. I will ask to alter only the genitals. I just want to go in there
and ask if I could only have a vagina and nothing further. I do not want
plastic surgery and breast development. I want my man chest, stomach, smooth
man legs and man face and vagina, a shaved pussy. That would make my life
happy. I want it to happen.

In a couple of weeks, when my pussy is healed, I will throw all my man clothes
except tight long sleeve shirts and tank tops out to the trash. I will have to
buy thigh-high dresses, short skirts, girls t-shirts, bathing suits, low-heels
pumps, and a closet size of sheer-to-waist pantyhose without cotton gusset.

When I wake and go to the mirror, I should see me in my mustache face, tight-
sleeved shirt, and in pantyhose and my pussy. Daily routine is in the morning
is to brush teeth, shave, poop, shower and put on my dress, or shirt and
skirt, or shirt and pantyhose on and eat breakfast and go out and sleep with a
boyfriend.

Anonymous

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The Lottery

Summary: When his girlfriend joins a radical feminist groups, a man is exposed to a bizarre ritual, known as \"The Lottery\", where the chosen one wins a life of unquenchable longing, emotional pain and eternal anguish...

` THE LOTTERY `

By

Otis

PART I – THE SEEDS OF ADDICTION

I swear she must have been a witch. An enchantress. A being of superior
powers.

She must have been. That’s the only explanation for my foolhardiness. The only
answer to the question now burned into my mind eternal.

Why? Why did I do it? How could I have been so dim?

And now she is gone from my life, like a whisper on the wind. My sacrifice –
not at all unique, but in fact common to the club and its perverse contest.

A lottery where the chosen one wins a life of unquenchable longing, emotional
pain and eternal anguish.

It all started with a rather vanilla fetish – femdom. The thought of
surrendering to a woman, being her nude servant, made my cock throb. My
girlfriend at the time, Meg, indulged me and quickly grew to like it. She was
like a sponge, soaking up the sweet nectar of dominance for the very first
time. Like me, she could not get enough.

Then things began to change, slowly at first. Our private indulgences led to
her attendance at the meetings of a radical feminist group.

Since the meetings were restricted to applicants and members, all of whom were
women, the real agenda of the organization remained a mystery to me.

Meg and I lived together in a state of perpetual femdom heaven, except when we
had guests. That was the only proviso, and to that we both agreed. I mean, no
way was I walking around nude, imprisoned by the teeth of a Kali chastity tube
and leather ball leash, in front of my mother.

Life at home was fantastic. My cock was rock hard all the time. Though I was
not permitted release as often as I liked, that was half the fun, and the
point of the whole lifestyle really. To give up control of my cock to my
girlfriend. Even now, writing these words, my balls churn and I feel the
phantom pain of a rock-solid, Kali hard-on.

One night Meg arrived home from a meeting, her cheeks flush with excitement,
she explained that she had been invited to join the club. It was a great
honor. She refused to tell me more, except that as part of her acceptance, she
had this evening been witness to a great ceremony known as “The Lottery.”

The second stage of membership required her to host a party for select senior
members of the group. Then she stunned me for perhaps the first time in our
relationship. Meg explained that at the party, I would serve our guests nude
and in full submissive mode. There would even be a segment of the party where
I would, with great ceremony, be released from the painful bonds of the Kali
tube, and subjected to painful cock and ball torture.

She assured me that no attempt would be made to cause permanent injury. In
fact, only twice in seven years had a slave – this word caught my ear – been
permanently injured. One lost a testicle, but still retained the other, so no
big deal, she said. The other slave was not so fortunate. His penis was
snapped completely in half, fractured, and he was forever robbed of his
ability to achieve an erection.

What she was explaining was like a thousand daggers through my heart. A
complete violation of our sacred pact. Yet, I don’t think my cock had ever
been this erect. Kali’s teeth were sinking into sensitive skin. I expected
blood to pour from the steel spikes at any moment.

What if these other women exposed us/me? What if word of our lifestyle became
public knowledge. I would be mortified, not to mention ruined. Nevertheless, I
lacked the strength, desire or will to say “no.”

The night of the party, I was petrified. Then Meg glided from the bedroom, her
black heels spiked, her dress short, her face alight with the flames of a
bonfire.

My cock was throbbing beneath the cold steel of Kali’s grip.

The doorbell rang. I froze. Meg raised her brow. I submitted.

There were eleven women in all, fewer than I expected, as I knew club
membership exceeded one hundred. At first, I was largely ignored. Carrying
trays of wine and hors d’oeuvres, I was only relevant when something ran low.

The women acted as if a chastised, nude male, serving drinks to a group of
fully clothed women was the most natural occurrence in the world. This
attitude made my cock drool with precum. One woman even commented to Meg that
her slave was leaking. This remark signaled the commencement of my torture
session.

I was secured to a beam in the center of our living room. The women then began
to taunt me. A soft cock, and I would be safe from danger. An erect cock, and
well, accidents do happen. In my mind’s eye, I heard the snapping of the poor
soul’s fractured penis. The sound was deafening, and when Kali was unlocked,
the hardest erection of my life sprang forth from its cage. It was so rigid,
it literally throbbed with every racing beat of my heart. Precum ran from the
dark purple helmet like a river overflowing its banks.

The women seemed to appraise my/their appendage with a knowing gaze. Suddenly,
a hat appeared and a heavy-set woman of forty or so, plucked a scrap of paper
from it. A big smile played across her face. “Penis whip,” she said.

On the coffee table, an array of implements were displayed. The woman chose a
frayed leather quirt. She ran her index finger along the underside of my stiff
shaft, smiled, then proceeded to beat my rigid cock, mercilessly.

Though it did not draw blood, the whipping hurt like hell – especially the
blows to the bloated purple head – quickly causing my erection to subside.

Someone shouted, “I believe he needs sustenance,” which drew hearty laughter.
Meg approached with a glass of wine. “Drink this,” she whispered.

Inexplicably, the women went back to chatting, as if I weren’t there. A few
minutes later, my skin began to tingle, and my cock to harden and rise. The
wine must have been drugged. Meg had mentioned that several club members were
medical doctors.

I did not think it possible, but my cock was even harder than before. It
pulsed and throbbed, waiting for its torture, in a state of what can only be
described as unnatural hardness, like the firmest of hardwoods. Purple from
head to shaft to base, its veins bulged obscenely over its entirety.

The same woman approached. “Now that’s more like it.” The quirt rose and fell
like lightening, repeatedly flashing its power in the midst of a storm.

The pain was unbelievable. No blood or lacerations. No apparent “damage.” But
the intense pain was searing my very soul.

The women were very aroused now. I realized they were all attired similarly --
high heels and short dresses, sans panties. And many were now frigging their
engorged clits -- even my Meg – as my helpless penis was relentlessly
assaulted.

The games continued late into the night. At various times, my cock, balls,
scrotum and urethra were assailed. Though different methods were used, all
were painful and directed at my genitals.

PART II – THE FINAL INITIATION

Three months later, the time for the club’s next “lottery” arrived. Meg
informed me that the entire club would be present -- all one hundred thirty
members -- and that each would bring a slave. Upon arrival, the first one
hundred slaves to enter the chamber would be assigned a number, corresponding
to their order of arrival. The last thirty to arrive would be spared the
drawing, and instead would be subjected to cock and ball torture, as a sort of
preliminary entertainment. The lottery exemption also applied to newbies,
slaves attending for the first time.

On Saturday night, I was blindfolded by Meg and driven to the club’s secret
location. I was attired in a robe, beneath which I wore only a Kali chastity
tube. Upon arrival, I was stripped of the robe, and led to the entrance by my
ball leash.

Once inside, I saw slaves with numbers from one to a hundred, taped to their
bare backs. Like theirs, my hands were now cuffed.

I noticed one Mistress was wearing an odd-looking gold pendant, shaped like a
hardened penis. As Meg mingled, dragging me by my balls, I observed a few
other women wearing similar pendants.

Through the night, the thirty slaves exempted from the lottery were subjected
to various on-stage genital tortures, including whipping, flogging, kicking
and the like. As a newbie, I was spared this activity as well, though this
exemption did not stop my caged cock from expanding even further into Kali’s
sharpened spikes.

God, I was turned on! All of these powerful women, totally in control of one
hundred thirty hard and helpless cocks.

At the appointed hour, all chastity devices were removed, and a hundred plus
erect cocks sprang to attention. I swear I heard women purring.

On stage, the club’s founder walked into the spotlight. The tension was
palpable. Something big was about to happen. As a newbie, I was among a mere
handful of ignorant souls. Everyone else was in the know and very excited.
Slaves were thrown to their knees and ordered to lick pussy. Rigid cocks,
though untouched, pulsed and throbbed, purple heads glistening with precum.

It had been two months since Meg had let me cum. Part of the lottery rules,
she said. The same for all slaves, she said. Her refusal to permit my release
did not stop her from incessantly teasing me. On a nightly basis, she would
spread her legs and order me to service her.

Once a week, she would tie me up, remove the Kali tube and tease me with her
fingers and tongue, always careful to deny my climax. I would buck and thrust
into empty air, desperate for relief that was never to arrive. My engorged
cock jerked in vain, until my blue balls ached with pent-up desire. Then she
would hit, slap and punch my full balls, before imprisoning my cock back in
its cage.

On stage, the lottery machine spit out a numbered ball. The Headmistress
called number “sixty-six.”

A man screamed. “Please no. Not my cock. I never thought it would be my cock.”

He was quickly gagged and dragged to the stage by his leashed balls. His
cuffed hands writhed behind his straining back.

The stage curtains were drawn shut. The women chattered excitedly. I also
noticed that every cock in the room was solidly erect and seemed to be
throbbing in anticipation of what was about to happen. Meg ordered me to lick
her pussy.

Then the loudspeaker commanded the attention of all toward the stage. All
slaves rose. Everyone was to behold the event.

The “lottery winner” was bound tightly to a pole, secured at the shoulders,
pelvis and ankles. He was gagged. Abject terror resided behind his eyes.

The Headmistress announced it was time. Another number was spit out by the
machine -- thirty-six. Some women cursed in disappointment, but that quickly
subsided as Mistress thirty-six sprinted to the stage.

She approached the bound slave and began to tease his violently hard cock. He
was terrified, but hard as granite -- either out of perverse excitement, or
perhaps some drugged wine. No matter. His eight inch cock was rock hard, and
she stroked, licked and teased it, careful not to let him cum.

Then she grabbed a leather strap from a nearby table and wound it tightly
around the very base of his hard, throbbing erection. The restriction of blood
flow out caused the cock to darken and expand to even greater proportions. The
darkened, purple cock drooled precum. The Headmistress call a halt.

A pelvis-high table was wheeled to the slave. The winning Mistress removed a
cloth, revealing some sort of device, the use for which I was unsure. There
was a hole, a blade…

I almost came when it hit me. It was a cock guillotine. Surely, they weren’t
going to…

His cock was jabbed at the hole, but is was so engorged from the constriction
that it would not fit. The man continued to struggle in vain.

The mistress used a tube of jelly to lightly grease the erect, throbbing cock.
It was then wedged into the hole, all the way to the base. A rope was tied to
hold the slave’s hips to the machine.

As the hole was merely a half inch in length from front to back, that left
seven and a half inches of solid throbbing cock jutting from the other side.

Meg was moaning, as she throttled her swollen clit. It seemed the entire
female presence in the place was groaning, while the men stared glassy-eyed at
the spectacle, rigid cocks bobbing up and down with the collective pounding of
their hearts.

The Headmistress instructed the lottery winner to proceed at her leisure. She
grabbed a single feather from the table and lightly ran it along the underside
of the erect purple cock, concentrating on the frenulum, still careful not to
let him cum.

A doctor approached with a hypo and injected the cock at its base. Meg teased
my rigid member, while whispering in my ear. “A drug to congeal blood and
veins. In three minutes, that cock will be hard like rubber. No bleeding,
death or shrinkage. And all sensation remains, that is until cock is separated
from man.”

She gave me one good stroke, the stopped and went back to massaging her own
erect clit. The moaning of women was now very loud.

It was time. The terrified man on stage was ungagged. “Please, not my cock.”
The mistress gently placed a finger to his quivering lips. “This cock is done
for. Its already been rendered useless to you by the drug. This you know.”

The slave was crying. He nodded through tears. “It has only one use now. Do
you give it willingly? Your answer matters not, for we will take it
regardless.

The slave was unable or unwilling to acknowledge the plain truth. His
violently hard cock was a goner. “Like hard rubber,” Meg had said.

My cock was pulsing now, up and down like a metronome. God, I wanted to cum.
My senses were overwhelmed. I could not believe what I was seeing. Were they
really going to chop this guy’s cock off?

Then an epiphany: The gold pendants were real cocks. I moaned, was about to
spurt, when Meg gave my balls a hard smack. “Don’t embarrass me.”

At the next meeting, Mistress thirty-six would be wearing this guy’s still-
hardened cock around her neck. My loins ached with fevered lust. Someday, that
could be my cock trapped in the machine, I thought.

Suddenly, the handle was pulled. The sharp blade sped toward the doomed cock.
SWISH! The large, erect cock was lopped off. It fell with a PLOP into the
waiting wicker basket.

I came.

Unfortunately, no one had warned me of the penalty for cumming. Ten minutes
later it was my erect cock helplessly trapped in the machine.

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From the Rocky Mountain News

Summary: Article from Newspaper

` Man finds human penis in bottle of fruit punch `

Police don't know if crime is involved

By Tillie Fong, News Staff Writer

COMMERCE CITY -- Police say a man found a penis Thursday in a bottled drink he
purchased at a grocery store.

"For us, it's a mystery," said Elaine Rowe, spokeswoman for Commerce City
police.

"We don't know if there is a crime involved. This could be a fraud, mutilation
or attempted homicide."

Thursday morning, Juan Sanchez-Marchez, 41, a machine operator at Foothills
Mail and Supply, was at work, taking his usual sips from a 20-ounce bottle of
Ora Potency Fruit Punch.

After he had downed about two-thirds of the bottle, he found something in the
opaque red drink.

He called over his 16-year-old son, Manuel, who also works at the shop. His
boss told him that it looked like a penis and to report it to the police.

A pathologist with the Adams County coroner's office determined it was a
3-inch segment of human penis. It was cleanly cut at the base.

Authorities do not know whether the body part came from an adult or juvenile,
or whether it had been taken from a cadaver or a living person.

A DNA test will be conducted on the penis, in case it may be related to an
ongoing Adams County investigation where various body parts, including a head
and part of a leg, have been found but not identified.

The Ora Potency Fruit Punch comes in a clear glass bottle with a label.

Sanchez-Marchez said the top was intact when he opened it.

"It's a very hard top to get off," he said.

Police do not believe that Sanchez-Marchez put the penis in the bottle.

"He's a very credible witness," Rowe said.

The drink was purchased Wednesday from the King Soopers at 6040 E. 65th Ave.

Sanchez-Marchez bought six bottles. Nothing was found in the others.

The product has been taken off the shelves at the store and from other King
Soopers in the metro area.

A King Soopers spokesperson could not be reached for comment late Friday.

Rowe said the drink was dated at least a year ago and was bottled at a plant
in Pittsburgh.

"They said there was no way it could have occurred there," she said.

"It's a mystery where it came from and how it got into this bottle."

September 29, 2001

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Nurse's Prisoner.

A cruel Nurse arrives to 'deal with' a sex offender. (My first
    posting here).


Master Santino Part 5 The Party

Summary: The party after Freedom Night at THE ARENA

` Master Santino was very pleased with the evening so far. The crowd had
enjoyed the entertainment and his coffers would be added to greatly. Also the
two new slaves from the Freedom Nuts ranks were very hot. It was time to enjoy
himself. `

He made his way from the arena floor to the large party room. Along the way he
saw several of the crowd also making their way to the room, but in a few cases
some of them were leaving. Not a problem as he knew that the scene was not for
everyone. There would be others to fill in their places on future nights. He
got to the room which had not been opened yet. The crowd of young men moved
out of the way and a path was open to him. He observed that many of the cocks
were hard and ready for action.

Entering the room, a silver goblet of wine was placed in his hand. One would
be offered to each person as they arrived it they wished. He stepped to one
side and surveyed the room. The room was in the shape of a square with a high
ceiling. There were five circular, raised stages in the room. These were
raised about 3 feet above the floor. They were in the four corners and one in
the middle. Only the one in the middle was covered with deep carpet. In this
case it was blue. The others had various items on them. The main floor had
numerous large fluffy pillows scattered. Everything was ready. He motioned the
door opened and the men came in.

There were about 18 of the Freedom Nuts that came to the party. Caleb was one
of those. As Caleb waited for the doors to open a couple of the guests from
the second level approached him and offered sexual favors. Most of the Nuts
were also being offered all kinds of sexual activities. Caleb thought that
this was worth it all. His cock had been denied release until now and these
men were more than willing to drain him. He grabbed two of the guys and when
the door opened he pulled them in with him and the three of them were soon
naked and sweating on the soft pillows. A couple of others joined the trio and
one left. This night, partners would change often and quickly.

Then a commotion happened at the main middle dais. The victor of the night,
Rick, entered the ring and stepped onto the stage. This night the dais was his
and only those he wanted would be allowed. He stood there and listened to the
cheers and congratulations from others. He spotted a friend that he had not
seen since he had been enslaved and smiling, invited him up to the stage. The
two were soon in a embrace. The raised stage assured that all in the room
could see the two. Rick was the king of the party. Anything he wanted was his.
He was feeling good. He was now free and had money. He turned his friend
around and quickly forced him to the floor and started fucking.

The group around the dais cheered and then turned their attention to the other
stages that were being set up. On the first one the slave that had been
battling his brother and won was being strung up. Ropes were extended from the
rafters and the slave was strung upside down by his legs which were pulled
apart. The arms were pulled downward and tied to the floor. The result was
that the lean male body was completely helpless with his mouth at crotch
level. His mouth had been pried open and an open hole gag held his mouth open.
His cock and balls were open and vulnerable. The attendants then stepped back
and the crowd descended on the helpless slave. The first guy in line, which
was one of the Nuts, stepped forward and shoved his cock into the slave and
down his throat. At the same time he slapped the balls. This night the slave
would be used many many times by the horny crowd. There was no limit to the
number of times. During the night he would be taken down and spread so his ass
could be used. The abusers were also encouraged to punish the slave’s balls.

There were two more stages to be filled and the centers of attention for those
stages were just being brought onto the party floor. The last stage would not
be used this night.

Daniel begged and pleaded as two slaves took him from the arena. They had
grabbed his arms and bound them high up his back. At that time his balls were
released and he was finally free of the hole. A quick trip to a back room
where he was shaved as ordered. All hair was shaved from his latino body. He
stared at the knife as his little bit of hair on his lip was the first to go.
The hair around his balls was the last to go and in between the two slaves had
fun scraping his head, chest, legs free of their covering. As the knife
denuded his balls, the balls shrunk into his body in fear. He was then led
down to the party room, perhaps carried would be a better description. The
entire time he was begging, pleading to be free but to no avail.

He was joined outside the party room by two slaves forcing Josh to the room
also. Josh had not been shaved as Master Santino thought the light blond hair
framed the cock and balls and also framed that cute little nose. Josh was not
begging, he had resigned himself to the fact that for the next month he would
be a slave but then he would have a chance to earn his freedom. He looked at
Daniel and thought that he should be able to take him in a contest, depending
of course of the contest. They were never the exact same.

The two Nuts, now slaves, were brought into the room and each was taken to a
different stage. Daniel was bent forward over a rail set up on his stage. His
legs and arms were both outstretched and tied to the floor. He was now bent
double with his ass and mouth both at cock level. A small pail was tied to the
balls and then the workers stepped back. The guests had already lined up and
his friend was the first to step forward. He had wanted to get into the ass
for a while and he was going to enjoy himself. He wasted no time and as Daniel
screamed another cock was slammed into his mouth. Both men had been handed a
small metal ball and when they finished they put the ball into the pail. When
the pail, which could hold 50 balls, was full Daniel would be done for the
night.

Josh was taken to the other stage and instead of being bound face down, he was
bound face up. Two rails at his hips and shoulders supported his weight, still
allowing access to his ass and mouth. A pail was also attached to his balls.
This would be long night for the two.

Master Santino stood to one side watching the action. He always enjoyed the
parties. While THE ARENA was very popular, and he knew the reason that men
flocked to the events was to see men castrated, he really preferred the party
scene. That is why he limited the amount of men made into eunuchs to one each
night. He did not consider the slaves bought from other cities as men. He had
been upset during the night that one of the rich guests in one of the luxury
boxes had unmanned a boy during the night’s event. He had to put a stop to
this or no man would come if there was not discipline and some form of safety.
He had spoken to Titus, his big black eunuch who now approached him.

“Chris is the one that did it. This is the second time he has done it. And yes
he was warned before.” Master Santino looked around the room and spotted Chris
with a couple of the Nuts in the midst of a --well a cluster--of naked bodies.
He knew that Chris was a rich son of a person in politics. He gave Titus an
order. “Watch him closely and do not allow him to harm anyone tonight. When he
is done restraint him and then throw him in jail. We will have a punishment
night.”

Master Santino sighed. He did not like punishment nights but they were
necessary. Chris was not going to like that night.

He surveyed the room. Rick now had invited several others onto the stage and
was enjoying himself. The bought slave’s mouth was being used. Daniel had ten
balls in his pail and Josh had nine. Titus was close to Chris and several
guests were caressing Titus and he was returning the attention. Master Santino
stripped off his black silver studded black jock and looked around. He spotted
Caleb in one of the ‘knots’ of young men. He smiled and went to join them.

Next--Punishment Night.

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Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence


JESSICA FINDS A NEW HUSBAND

Summary: Jessica is borrowed of making love with his husband and takes a final decision.

Copy of "How I Shrank My Husband's Crotch" by Castratrix.

Edited copy by Jessica pulled.

The real story is here:

http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/H/ea_4835how_i_sh.htm

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The 'affair

STRAIGHT, TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: Ted is seduced by his wife's lover and loses everything

`

#  The Affair

`

Hi! My name is Ted. I have been my wife’s slave for the last 10 years. She
keeps me locked in a chastity belt. If I am very lucky she permits me to cum
once or twice a year. Otherwise I have to make due with being milked every 2
months. I must do all of the house work and orally service my wife as she
wishes. Lately my wife has been becoming more and more dominant. She has been
talking about having my man hood remove. She thinks the idea of having me de
manned is very exciting. Lately she has not said anything about having me
nullified.

She has become good friends with a lady in her office named Wanda. Linda, my
wife has often invited Wanda over to our house. She introduced me as her
chastised husband. Wanda became very interested. She asked if she could see my
locked up manhood. Linda was only too glad to comply. I was immediately
ordered to strip and reveal to Wanda my cock and balls locked up in an Access
Denied belt. Wanda loved it and said seeing my locked up cock and balls turned
her on. Linda ordered me to provide Wanda with oral service. I took care of
her as Linda ordered.

The 2 women were together almost every evening. Often I was bound and had to
watch both of them make love to each other. More often than not I provided
both of them with oral sex. Wanda came up with the idea that she should keep
the keys to my cock and balls. That way I could not talk Linda into letting me
have relief. Linda was only too happy to agree.  Wanda took the keys.

Now there was no hope of my getting any relief other than being milked. Both
women became more and more demanding. They began to dress me as a women and
torture me while I was bound.

One day I was at the grocery getting things for the evening meal. I ran into
Wanda.

She Said, “Ted, I have your keys, how would you like some relief.”

Since I had now been locked up for more than a year without having had a
climax, I readily agreed. We went to Wanda’s place.

Wanda bound me naked standing spread eagle to posts in her basement. She
unlocked my cock and balls. She gave an excellent blow job which resulted in a
terrific climax for me.

Wanda locked me back up. I dressed, sat down and had coffee with her.

The next thing I knew I was trying to move. I wondered why I couldn’t move my
arms and legs. As I became aware of my surroundings, I saw I was in a sterile
room locked to what appeared to be an operating table. My legs were clamped in
shackles above my head and my wrist were secured under the table. I couldn’t
move.

Three women came into the room. Linda, Wanda and a lady, who I did not
recognize, dressed completely in white.

Linda said, “So Ted, you couldn’t keep from having an affair with Wanda. Now
you have to pay the price. The lady dressed in white is Brionne. She is a
surgical nurse and specializes in male genital problems. At our request she is
going to remove your cock and balls.

I yelled, screamed and tired to squirm. The only thing I could do was scream.
I couldn’t move.

Brionne said, “I can’t stand all of that noise. Do something about it.”

Wanda produced a large penis gag. She pinched my nose closed. When I opened my
mouth to breathe, she strapped the gag in place. I could now only make little
muffled groans.

Brionne produced a razor and shave cream. She made short work of my pubic
hair. Then she soaked my entire genital area in an antiseptic solution. She
let them rest there a few minutes. The solution really burned.

Brionne said, “It looks like he’s ready. Are you sure you want them off?”

Linda said, “He had an affair without my permission. Besides he’s only been
able to use that equipment one or two times in the last 5 years. It’s of no
use to me. Remove it.”

Brionne pulled a cart over to where I was secured. She began by cutting my
ball sack. She clamped off the appropriate arteries. Then with one quick slice
my balls and sack dropped into a pan.

Brionne said, “I want him to see his penis being severed from his body. That
way he will know he has been nullified. Then I’ll knock him out while I do the
surgery to reposition his urinary tract.”

Wanda held a mirror so I could see the entire process. Brionne slid a sound up
the urinary tract of my penis until she felt it reach the proper spot. Then I
watched her take a scalpel and lice around the base of my penis as close to my
body as she could. I yelled from the pain but only produced a groan.

Brionne quickly clamped off the bleeders. Then she said, “Time to go sleepy
by.”

Brionne gave me a shot and I was out.

When I awoke I was shackled to a bed. Brionne came in and said, “Every thing
is going well. You should be up an around in a few days.

True to her word I was up and walking at the end of three days. After about 3
months I was completely healed.

Since I was now useless for intercourse, I had to service Wanda and Linda
orally as they wished. One day they had me bound and helpless for a whipping.
They gave me a severe whipping. Then Linda tightly hog tied me. Then Linda
dropped a bombshell.

“Ted since you are now of no use as a man you might as well become a woman.
You’re going to the transgender clinic where you will become female instead of
male. You will have a vagina. However since your male apparatus has been
removed you will have no feeling in it. “Come and get him Ladies.”

Two ladies that looked strong enough to lift a ton came in and carried me out
to a van.

When I was returned to Linda and Wanda I was a complete transsexual. Linda
changed my name to Theodora.

Epilogue:

Linda divorced me. And I became Linda and Wanda’s maid. Linda and Wanda became
full time lovers.

Be careful about letting your significant other chastise you. You may get more
than you wish.

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Penis eating fish

Summary: A news article about a fish that eats penises

` Genital-biting fish terrorise village `

06jul01

TWO Papua New Guinea fishermen have bled to death after piranha-like river
fish bit off their penises.

The fish, which zero in on urine, have struck terror among villagers along the
Sepik River, in north-western PNG.

Authorities believe the killer fish is an introduced member of the South
American pacu family and relative of the piranha.

In both of last month's fatalities, the fish demonstrated a trait of the
piranha by following a trail of urine in the water, swimming to its source and
then biting it off with razor-sharp teeth.

Some believe the killer may be a food-source fish introduced from Brazil in
1994 by the United Nations Food and Agricultural Organisation and the PNG
National Fisheries Authority.

However marine biologist and aquaculturist Ian Middleton said he believed they
were a different species, introduced from across the PNG-Indonesia border.

He denied the fish were the descendants of the pacu introduced to the Sepik
River in 1994 and to the Ramu River at Madang in 1997 as a protein substitute.

"The killer fish have the most human-like teeth on the bottom jaw I have ever
seen and quite possibly feed on insects," he said, while the pacu introduced
by the FAO and NFA grew to 20kg and had no teeth.

Mr Middleton said he believed the killer fish had started biting humans
because of a lack of naturally occurring food.

"The reason for biting people on their genitals I believe is a result of the
fish detecting a chemical change," he said.

Mr Middleton said this was well documented in the Amazon, where piranhas
attack in response to urine or blood.

He said people along the Ramu River were harvesting the introduced pacu
without any reports of attacks on humans.

"I do not believe . . . the FAO and the NFA would be stupid enough to
introduce such a hazardous species, nor any relative of the piranha," Mr
Middleton said.

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Sold TWO

Summary: Continuation of SOLD - restraints and chastity device applied

Sold Two

Ronny was helped down from his bondage and stood naked in front of his new
owners. “I am Francisco Valdez, and you are my property. What is yourname.
“Ronny”, the boy replied. “Ronny, Master”, he corrected, “you will address me
as Master and my children as Miss or Sir”. “Yes, Master”, he quickly added.
Andrea spoke up immediately, “No. Daddy, this is my slave and I wish for the
slave to address me as Mistress. Jose had the last one”!

“Andrea, this is a new slave and must be trained in obedience. I will be the
one”, Jose protested. “Daddy”, Andrea pleaded. “She is right. Billy was a
complete failure and we were lucky to get our money back when we sold
hisuseless ass”. “Yes, Father”, Jose almost whispered as he glared at the
slave.

“Daddy, I promise, I will train him well”. “Andrea, this is your first slave.
I would have preferred you to have a girl slave for obvious reasons”. “Have
him castrated”, Jose said. “No”, Andrea screamed, “Billy became fat and
lazyafter you had his balls cut off. This slave will remain intact”.

“May I be of assistance”, a white-haired man asked. “And who are you”,
Francisco asked? “I am Simon, of Slave Outfitters. Forgive me, but I could not
help but over-hear your conversation with your children in regard to yournew
slave. Maybe I can help”. “How so”? “Sire, I have been in the business of
providing chains and other restraints to slave owners for years. Please, allow
me to show you my wares”. Simon led them to a van and opened a large door in
the side.

“This slave is new and must be regarded as a dangerous escape risk. Most
slaves escape during the first ninety days of servitude. He requires ankle
chains”. “Agreed”, Francisco said. “You will need handcuffs too and I have
those that connect to the ankle chains. These are not permanent and can be
removed with a key. The slave will need two collars; one leather to be
wornnormally and a heavier metal one for chaining up at night unless you would
prefer wooden stocks”. “Stocks”, Andrea asked? “Yes. Wooden stocks thatsecure
the slaves’s ankles and wrists. Padlocks are placed on the stocks and the
slave remains there until released. This has proven to be extremely effective
in preventing masturbation”. Francisco clapped the man on his shoulder and
said, “You are my man”.

“Thank you sire. However, forgive me, but I must address your concerns about a
naked, teenaged, slave being with your daughter. Now, I would notsuggest that
she might even consider toying with this lowly slave; but, whynot add another
protection that leaves the boy’s balls intact”? Simon turnedand produced a
ring and a metal cage. “This goes behind his balls and his penis goes in here.
He is secured with a small lock”. “Excellent”, Franciscopraised, Do it”. Simon
came out of the van and stood in front of the terrifiedslave and ordered,
“Legs wide”. Ronny closed his eyes as he felt the man’s hands on his balls and
dick. “Size seven”, he announced. Minutes later he placed the device on
Ronny’s sex and was handing the key to Francisco whenAndrea’s hand flashed out
and took it. “She has a mind of her own”, he helplessly told Simon. Simon
laughed and then went about securing the boy’sankles and wrists in chains.
Last came the leather collar. “I will have the stocks in place at you estate
prior to sunset”, he assured Francisco. Simon was paid and Andrea went into
her coat pocket and produced a chain leash that she attached to Ronny’s
collar. “Oh, forgive me. There is something else.

I will bring it with he this afternoon”, Simon apologized.

He had to be helped into the back seat of the SUV and sat there naked, in
chains, as he was buckled in. Once they were moving, Francisco Valdez spoke,
“Slave, complete and unquestioning obedience will be required of you. I shall
not permit disobedience or insolence. The cost of such will besevere corporal
punishment. And, I will tell you now that I prefer the use of the strap above
all. Do you understand”, he asked? “Yes, Master, completely.I will not disobey
you”, he answered. “Will you disobey me”, Andrea said asshe grabbed the chrome
cage on his cock. “No, Mistress”, he whispered.

Andrea smiled.

* * *


The Origin of Glory Holes

GAY, STRAIGHT, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, Other:   Glory Holes

Summary: This little study seeks the origin of the glory hole and how it was and is used, and presents a fantasy about how it might be used if some of us were in charge.

Your history is interesting.  I enjoyed it very much.  As a sailor,
I learned another story which is not in conflict with yours at all,
yet is much different.  It seems in older times, water was carried
in ships in big hogsheads (barrels). Out at sea everyone gets
horny, so after a hogshead was empty, it just sat there, except
that the men in a sleeping area made pacts to use the hogshead.
They drew straws. One straw was shorter than the others.  A
standard straw was glued to the hogshead.  At night, after lights
out, the man with the short straw got into the hogshead and sucked
all the dicks that came to him through the bung hole in the
barrel.  If he did his duty, no one would know which one had "his
day in the barrel" that day.  But if a prick went in to an empty
barrel, they lit a light, compared straws and found the short one.
That guy was stripped, put "over the barrel" and butt-fucked (using
HIS bunghole) by all the guys.  Hence the expressions, "I got the
short straw," "It's my day in the barrel" for bad luck and "He's
over the barrel," or "they've got him over a barrel" for "he
cheated, but now he is paying for it."  I do not think these
sailors thought of these things as homosexual, just a way to get
off.  The next time you hear these phrases, or even "bunghole,"
remember those hot and steamy sailors who thought up this wonderful
game.  I wonder if, occasionally a sailor skipped barrel duty just
to be put over the barrel? I think the foregoing is true, but
imagine that on every Friday the thirteenth a die was cast by the
guy with the short straw.  No one else would know.  If it was a 3,
for example.  The third prick into the hole would be cut off as it
spurts!  The sucker could give him the option of offering his nuts
instead, or the offer to spend every night in the barrel for a
year.  As an extra treat, not the regular turn.  Now the long
strawed men would also throw a die to see who went first, second,
etc.  They would be forced to take their turns. Most losers would
probably opt for the sucking every night for a year, second shift.
Or maybe the sucker would decide to have sausage for midnight snack
and cut!

Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence


Ball Hanging Night: Part 3: Training 3

Summary: A slave has his balls stretched and tortured in preparation for worse to come

Ball Hanging Night: Part 3: Training 3

As his subincision healed They moved onto his balls. Alice wanted to stretch
them down to his knees. Gertrude wanted to see how much weight he could be
made to carry or pull with them. So they did both.

His ball collar started out 2 inch leather but then was 2 inch steel then
another inch of collar added above it. It had 2 eye-hooks to hang weight from.

To make some money off him they added a webcam to his dungeon and sold viewing
rights. 24/7 anyone who paid could watch him. No privacy ever for him. A light
was always on. To pee he sat and wiped himself facing the camera. And if he
played with himself the world saw that too. They wore masks when with him.
When they peed into his funnel gag the camera watched him swallow, then beg
for water or his liquid diet. They set this up with help from the local BDSM
club, who also were invited to play with him sometimes.

he stood, legs to a spreader bar and hands cuffed above him to the ceiling
hook. his gauze wrapped dick was as erect as it could get. Gert brought in a
gallon jug of water, tied it to the ball collar eyes and dropped it. The
little pussy! he wretched as it reached the end and pulled sharply on his
balls. Only 8 lbs.! She did it again and again. The third time he did vomit
from pain. Clearly this was a bad, messy habit They needed to break him of.

They tied him face down on a sawhorse covered only by an old wool blanket--his
bedding. Knees up, ass out. his balls hung free and They could sit on stools
comfortably. They brought in a Dom they had met to work with Them. They sat on
either side of Him and watched in fascination as he took twine and separated
each ball. dicky grunted and wretched a bit. Once each ball was tied off tight
they were purple and dicky was moaning softly and nonstop. He put the fingers
of one hand behind each ball (the ball between middle and ring fingers) and
pulled ball with a sharp tug. Louder moan. The He took his thumbnails and
pressed them into the balls. Hard.

dicky had a tarp and basin under his face and he was tightly bound. he
squirmed hard but the pain made him vomit. The pain seemed endless and he
wretched and wretched. he brought up his last feeding and their golden nectar
and dry heaved for what seemed like forever. Tears streamed down his face. but
the pain seemed to improve and he felt less sick. It seemed like hours passed
as his balls were squeezed and crushed and pulled but he got less sick. They
were breaking his vomiting reaction, just like breaking a gag reflex. So long
as they kept him in some pain it would stick. But it still was agonizing for
him.

When They finished he was in a 5 inch steel collar set. They hauled him
exhausted to his feet with a ceiling pulley roped to his wristcuffs. he stood
weakly on his spread legs. If not held up he would have collapsed. Alice
brought two gallons, tied them on and dropped them.

he was never blindfolded--They wanted him to see and dread what was coming.
Now he saw not just the Dom but 3 others watching him there. Naked and in
agony in public. When the gallons fell he wretched weakly but mostly screamed
in agony. Alice did it over and over and then went to 4 gallons--still less
than 30lbs, "you fucking pussy wimp!" She yelled to his face. he was crying so
she slapped him. Each time he cried someone slapped him. Finally he heard the
visitors--he was never introduced or even allowed to address them--
congratulate Alice and Gert on their breaking of him. They had never seen
anything like it. One Domme said, "If dicky can handle some more weight, You
should bring him to the Club so You can hang him by his balls. I've never seen
a ball hang. They might tear off, you know, but it would be great. Right now
I'm so horny I've got to get back to my slave so he can pleasure me. Good
night."

Over the following days dumbells of varying weight hung from his aching balls.
When not attached to the ceiling and the weight, they actually encouraged him
to touch and fondle his own balls and pleasure himself in this way. They
wanted him to worry about them and keep them sensitive as they would stay if
he fondled them. Then one visit they announced he was going out of his dungeon
to be hung by his balls.

A ball hang, he thought. What worse could they do to me?

* * *


Thecia’s Casual wager

Summary: THecia makes a bet with a friend.Fiction and not for minors.Thecia

Thecia’s Casual wager

My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old engineer who spends her spare time as an
underground cutter.

I was having lunch with the only other female cutter that I personally know,
Marissa, a nurse from Chicago, who cuts as often as I, if not more.

In causal conversation I told her that I could have ten fresh nuts in jars by
tomorrow night. I have a waiting list and that many would not be a problem.
She offered to bet the best dinner in Dallas on it and a thousand dollars to
make it more interesting.. If I won she would buy dinner and if I lost I would
buy.

Marissa is an imposing woman, She is 39 years old, about five nine and maybe
140 lbs, she has graying brown hair and piercing green eyes. She still has a
handsome figure with huge German frauline boobs. She is also a man hater.

She is quite different than me, I’m a hair short of five seven with very light
brown hair and blue eyes. I’m told that I still have it in the figure
department. Men seem to consider my butt my best feature.

I only cut in Mexico now, but there would not be time for the trip if I wanted
to finish by the agreed six PM deadline tomorrow. I had access to an unused
shipping office in the rear of an industrial complex, it would serve as a make
shift clinic.

Using my untraceable cell phone I began to call my list of waiting men. That
was when I first ran into trouble. The first three didn’t answer the number
that they had given me, the next was at the airport on the way to his sons
wedding. In the end I could only find four men that were available and wanted
my services. One of the four did not have my full fee and I (against my better
judgment) extended credit to him. The cuttings went well and by noon the
following day I had eight shiny new balls in formaldehyde. I won’t bother to
describe the castrations as they were simple, clinical and not at all
exciting.

I didn’t know where I was going to get the fifth set but I knew I wasn’t going
to lose the bet, one way or another.

Then I remembered Sammy, Sammy was a black kid who worked at the engineering
company with me. His brother had been killed because his father owed money to
a loan shark and couldn’t pay. The loan shark had Sammy’s brother killed. The
police investigated but couldn’t prove anything.

The loan shark was named “stonewall” Jackson and he owned a bar in a seedier
part of town. The bar was his “office” and he held court there every day from
about two PM on. At one thirty, Jill and I were waiting when his BMW pulled
up. Stonewall and his body guard got out and made about three steps before the
four needles from two different tasers dug deep into their flesh. Before they
knew what hit them they were stripped of their guns, bound, gagged and
blindfolded in the back of Jill’s old hatchback car, no one saw us.

When we got outside of the shipping office, I gave each a shot of sodium
pentothal and in a few minutes they were no longer resisting. We managed to
get them into the building and onto the table there. I had planned to nut the
loan shark but hadn’t thought about his body guard. After a little thought I
decided that they were only balls and he would be better off without them. So
I would harvest two sets that afternoon.

Both men were awake, albeit very groggy. I cut their clothes off using a box
cutter and I was pleasantly surprised with the bounty we found there. The loan
shark had an average five or six incher with normal balls, but the body guard
had a package to dye for. A huge dick attached to two baseball sized nuts,
Jill couldn’t keep her eyes off of them.

Jill asked me, “Should I drain them first?” I felt it might be a nice thing
for the body guard, but Stonewall didn’t deserve anything.

I banded Jackson’s balls and loped them off without a second thought. The
whole sack came off in my hand and I rolled it across the table where Jill
dumped the contents out into a stainless steel wash bowl. She washed them in
alcohol and put them along with their sack into the waiting peanut butter jar
full of formaldehyde.

The body guard was still very groggy but his big cock was up for the occasion.
It stuck up like a miniature tree trunk. Jill wasted no time and she had her
lips around it in seconds. She slid her lips off and jumped up on the table
where she impaled herself on the huge cock, it was still glistening from her
saliva and slid right in. I told her to stop and let me get to work, I slit
the sides of his sack and popped the huge orbs out into daylight. I carefully
tied off each cord group and waited until Jill got her hand and mouth back
into the act. When he was just beginning to cum, I slit the cords. His thick
almost pure white cum turned red as the blood from his severed vessels found
it’s way into the sperm stream.

I carefully sewed both men up and with the help of another needle full of
drugs we transported them back to an alley near the bar where we dumped them.

Marissa was impressed by the fact that I had not only ten freshly severed
balls, but twelve. She was also impressed by the one set that was easily twice
the size of any of the others there.

The dinner was great, I had filet mignon, Jill had a whole lobster and Marissa
had roast duck in orange sauce. I always get hungry when I de-ball.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia

* * *


A new day

STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Other: circumcision

Summary: It has been ruled that all men over 28 must be circumcisied. circumcision has been banned for new borns for 30 years now.

it is a new day in the country.  As the weather got coldup north many
of the soldiers headed for Florida a new country were clothes were
only worn in church and the work place.

the rules for castrations had been changed to allow for a larger gene
pool.  there would be total segragation until the age of 19.  at this
point people would be paired off and married, or if there was a need
and a calling those not to be paired were prepared for life as
priests and nuns.  These men would be castrated and given normal
doses of male hormones until their 26th birhtdays.  due to the
retrictions of the Catholic church all forms of birthcontrol were
banned.  As such until the age of 26 any act of sex would result in
children unless one of the parties happened to be sterile.

Should any male by the age of 21 be showing signs of hair loss he
would be immediately castrated at his annual exam.  since most new
forms of medical treatments were lost in the move south no chances
for anything to cause health problems were tried.  Baldness was going
to be bannished as well as execcive hair under the new plan.

At 26 all men were sent in for complete physicals and scheduled for
castration by their 28th birthdays.  This would allow for the chance
if his wife were pregnant to deliever and should a miscarriage happen
one last chance for a gift from god.

all the 26 year olds that did not have children and were found to be
sterile would have immediate castrations.  high doses of testostorne
were given to keep from gaining body fat.  These doses were to slowly
be droped over the next five years until it was determined that the
desire for sex was not necessary for the marriage and they would be
stopped suddenly.  This proved helpful as the couple got older and
she went into memapoise.

As the new circ laws went into effect the clinics were running 24
hours a day until everybody over 28 was cut.  The younger men would
be taken off their hormones for one month prior to surgerand remain
off for a month to avoid erections during the healing process.

 It was during this new day that health problems were virtually
gone.  People could eat drink and thanks to chemical free cigarettes
smoke again.

Ross was looking forward to this day.  He was 26 and determined to be
sterile.  His married life was great and he was going to finally be
rid of his balls.  He found them to be ver painfull during sex and
when swimming in the ocean.

As his wife brought him to the clinic one last rabbit test was done
to see if she were pregnant. The results were in and they would be a
childless couple serving the church and the community.  They were
very happy.

Ross was given a local in the sac.  thirty minutes later the doctor
returned.  He spoke to Ross and asked if he felt anything.  Ross said
no.  As Doc was talking he opened the sac and slowly removed the
balls.  He then took a pair of testicles from the tray and removed
the seal that would allow the hormones to be released in high does
over the nest two years before the circ.  When the hormones started
to deplete the balls would release on a timer suddenly slef absorb
and the other ould kick in.

two hours later Ross was heading home once the stiches came out he
and his wife would go on vacaction.  He could enjoy the surf again.

Bill was next he was Ross' older brother also sterile and ready for
circumcision.  He had not had an erection in two weeks and was
starting to lose his body hair..  His thick patch of pubuc hair was
all that was really left.  He could not wait to loose his filthy skin
and was going to lobby for infant circs again.  After the Doctor
finished he said not to try.  It maight make people think he was gay.

Before the day was out Joe the baby bother was brought in.  It
appeared that he was losing his hair.  A quick check proved that he
only had 70% of his hair remaining.  Last month it was 95% an
acceptable loss.  Men were to keep at least 75% of their hair by 26
and at 2O he was losing it fast.  Joe knew that he would at least
have four children.  His wife was pregant with twins again.  He new
that his twin boys would be the joy of his life and hopefully he
would have daughters as well.  He would be at this rate have by the
time his hormones were totally removed in his thirtys he would have
35% of his hair based on the studies and tests.  After the hormones
were gone it would go back to 65% just like his brothers .  His
oldest brother at 28 was now at 65% and would go up to 85%.

To be continued.


The Milking Farm

GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: A fantasy about bondage, milking, shaving, nullification, and slavery.

Milking Farm
by
The Milk Man

Part 1

Following are my experiences after having answered an internet ad
which read:  "Are you a chronic masturbator?  Do you ever fantasize
about being castrated or nullified?  Come to the farm and get the
milkings of your life - and, maybe, more.  You'll be glad you
did!"    I answered the ad and was contacted saying that I should
be walking in a certain place at a certain time and that I would be
picked up and taken to the farm.  Of course, I had reservations
about this but many times before, I had answered or almost answered
ads and chickened out.  This time, I was determined to go through
with it.  The contact had said that I would be given the
opportunity to back out after everything was explained to me.  So I
thought, "What the heck, I'm going for it!"

So, I was walking at the specified place and time and a van pulled
along side of me, stopped, and a guy got out wearing very tight
blue jeans, white tee shirt, and tennis shoes.  He was big with
lots of muscles and a totally shaved head.  He asked if I wanted to
go to the farm and when I nodded yes, two other guys, with exactly
the same look, got out of the van.  They picked me up like a rag
doll and threw me into the back of the van.

They followed me in and soon we were moving.  The guys then put a
hood over my head and laced it up the back.  My clothes were
removed and my arms were folded behind my back and leather
restraints bound my wrists to elbows.  Then a wide collar was put
around my neck and I heard a click as it snapped shut in a snug
fit.  Next I was placed face down on the carpeted floor and ankle
restraints were placed on my ankles and a spreader bar was hooked
to the restraints.  I rode like that for quite a long time hearing
muffled talking but not being able to understand what was being
said.

When we finally came to a stop, the spreader bar was removed from
my ankle restraints and I was taken out of the van.  Then a leash
was hooked to my collar and I was led through a door and down what
seem like a very long hallway.  There were many turns and some
steps but finally we went through another door and I was stopped.
Then I was placed in a chair and my arms were unbound only to be
bound to the arms of the chair.  My legs were bound to the chair
legs and a big, wide leather band was tightly placed around my
chest.  The hood was left on but I could hear the door close and I
think I was alone.

After several minutes I heard another door open and steps
approached the chair where I was bound.  The hood was removed and
when my eyes cleared I still couldn't see anything including
the person standing close to me.  There was a light on me and I
couldn't see beyond it.  The voice asked me if I was scared and
wanted to leave?  I said that I was a bit scared but that I wanted
to hear about the farm before I made a decision.  The voice said ok
and began to tell me what would be expected of me.

Part 2 will describe the farm and the requirements


Tajik Girl

Summary: A chinese boy finds experiences his first and last orgasm with a Tajik girl.

In the tajik autonomous region of china roamed a very beautiful,
sexy,seductive Tajik girl. She was 18. Like most Tajik girls, she had a
beautiful face, with brown skin, and dark hair. She would have a young boy in
bed, have his penis cut off, and make him serve her all for her enjoyment. She
worked as a dancer. Her first victim was a cute 16 year old chinese boy
walking alone down a deserted street. She faked having trouble with her dress.
Her leg and panties were an exciting view for boy. She asked for help. He
helped untangle her. Then she put her hand over his crotch, kissed him, and
she said, “Good boy, you come with me, I will sleep with you".

She led him to her apartment. Led up a narrow stairway above an abandon
restaurant he entered her apartment. She offered him a drink, he accepted and
drank. He faded out.

When he awoke from his drugged condition, he was on his back naked on bed. His
arms and legs were cuffed spread eagle.

She walked into the room wearing traditional tajik dress. Her large breasts
stuck out proudly. Standing in front of him, admiring his large cock and
balls, she took her hands from behind her back and produced a large knife and
put it to the base of his penis. The young boy started begging her not to cut
him. Laughing, she took the knife and stuck it into her dress. She tied the
end of a leather cord around the penis that was attached to a weight by the
window. She slowly pulled the cord until it tightened and pulled him tight.
Suspended by the cord and bound to the table, the young man was in much pain.
She lowered the cock bound boy back down to the table. She gave the tip of his
cock a flick with her tongue. She put on a leather belt with several strings
on it. She said, “You may live and save your penis. If you get hard and
outlast me i will not cut it.”

She started sucking his cock and the boy became erect. Sucking his penis and
fingering her own pussy she worked herself up in a mad frenzy. As the blood
and cum filled the poor boys cock and balls, she quickly got up and readied a
iron metal rod to cauterize the wound. She ran her tongue around the tip of
the cock, flicking at it repeatedly. She took out the knife from her dress.
The cuffed boy lost control of his body functions and she wrapped her licks
around his cock again, he started to spew cum out of his dick. She pressed the
blade firmly where the underside of the cock shaft met the pelvic bone. A
quick slice caused the penis to separate from his body. The blood and cum went
everywhere. His body fell back to the table and the severed penis fell and
landed on his stomach. She masturbated herself with the handle of the knife to
orgasm. As the man lost his blood he gasped in pain and shock. She picked up
the penis, sat on his chest and fastened the severed manhood to her dress.

She said, “Now you will be my slave.” These were the last words the boy heard
before she inserted a metal tube into the urethra, and pressed a burning metal
rod to cauterize the wound.

He woke up to find her kissing him. She then placed her pussy over his mouth
and ordered him to service her.

He brought her to orgasm. He remained sexually frustrated for the rest of his
days, licking her cunt everyday as she commanded.

She forced him to wear a dog collar and leash when she went out with him

She wore his penis proudly and displayed it while she worked as a dancer, no
one guessing where it came from.

* * *


Here Come De Judge!

` "The defense calls David Brown as its next witness." `

The witness rose and confidently strode to the stand. He was about thirty
years old and his meticulous grooming and obviously good taste in clothing
caused many of the women to check for a wedding band, which he had, much to
their dissapointment.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"
The bailiff intoned.

"Yes."

"Where were you at the time that the prosecution alleges that the defendent
committed the crime?" The lawyer asked, already knowing what the answer would
be.

"I was with the defendent at the time. We went to a bar in the city and stayed
untill midnight."

"Thank you. That is all for now." The lawyer said, dismissing the witness.

"Hold up a minute!" the Judge ordered, somewhat mystified by the man's
testimony. "Let me see if I have this straight. You have testified that you
and the defendent were a hundred miles away from the scene of the crime on the
night of the murder. Is that correct?"

"Yes, your Honor, it is." The witness replied, somewhat miffed that his
testimony was being questioned.

"Do you know where the words 'testify' and 'testimony'come from?" The Judge
asked the man, who was now starting to lose his composure. "They're from the
Latin word 'testis', which means 'witness', and the ancient Romans would grasp
their genitals when bearing witness to show that they were telling the truth.
Thus the male gonads were came to be called testes, or testicles. By giving
testimony the Roman witness was literally swearing by his balls that he was
telling the truth."

The witness was now very nervous and was sweating profusely.

"The night of the killing was also my daughter's birthday." The Judge informed
the court. "I drove down to the store to get some ice cream. I pulled up just
as a man was getting out of his car. A young girl, perhaps high school age was
sitting in the car drinking a wine cooler and spinning a motel key on her
finger. She smiled at me. When I got to the counter the man was paying for a
bottle of wine and a pakage of condoms. I have a good memory for faces, and
that man was you! You couldn't have been a hundred miles away."

The man was now beet red and stammering about how he was being blackmailed by
the defendent, who threatened to tell his wife about his little Lolita.

"You have made a mockery of my courtroom and I won't stand for that! Bailiffs,
seize this man and strip him!" The Judge ordered, as he extracted a small
penknife from within his robe.

The protests, and then the visceral screams of the new eunuch had been
replaced with a forlorn sobbing as the Judge deposited the bloody objects in
the water glass on his bench, plainly visible to the whole room.

"Councilor, you may call your next witness." He told the defense attorney.

* * *


Cutting my way Across the USA

GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: Lacy continues to cut away at the military school

Hi again boys! It's Lacy! Im looking for you! I want your jewels, your
balls! I always get that I want!

As you remember, the last time I left you, I was at Nathanal Greene
Military Academy with Joey. Adam one of the cadets had been shaved
and I was examining Ben, another cadet.

"Ben, please get on the table butt up."

"Yes Ma'am" He said.

His body was beautiful, a nice set of low hangers, big balls, and a round
bubble butt. As I grabbed his balls, i could see his virgin butt hole. It
looked so sweet. I brushed my finger over it. he shuttered. As I
squeezed his testicles, he cried out in pain.

I told him, he would have to be shaved. His cock grow even bigger.

He hopped off the table and joined Adam and Joey in the other room. It
this point I got a call from Col Jacobson. I told him we may have two
possible cases of the virus. He asked if he could be examined too. Of
course, he could.  Within less than five minutes, he was naked on my
table with hiss sweet ass in the air. His cock and balls would be my
best prize! I would have Joey shave all of him totally bare from the neck
down. He sent him into the other room, knowing Joey would love this
one.

All afternoon, I worked through the remaining cadets, about a hundred of
them. I selected twenty in all! Twenty low hangers. Two of them I would
take it all! The Col and Adam would lose both their penis and testicles.

I decided to let them wait until the next day. As I entered the room, I
saw 20 naked smooth boys. Joey had done a great job! Leaving Adam
and Col Joacobson until last. One by one I confirmed the verdict, their
balls had to go. Each one was hoping it was not true! Some even
begging! I reminded them. it was their life. One of one I used the
castrating device to rubber them. By the time I got to Adam was very
nervious. He begged. I told him the aweful news both his penis and
testicles had to go! He cried. I said nothing could be done. I told joey to
prep him. Now I turned to Col Jacobson. His cock was totally hard! As I
examined his bare smooth body, I again confirmed the fact we had to
removed both organs. He just looked it me and nodded.

By this time the first of the boys where ready. I got out my surgical wire,
wrap it around his dieing balls and pulled. They dropped into a plasic bag
and where to be put in an ice chest for transport. The boy passed out. I
went to another boy. One by one, until eighteen sets of testicles were
harvested.

Now, in front of all the boys, I was going to removed Adam's and Col.
Jacobson's genitals. As I raised the knife, Adam passed out, I slit at the
top of his cock, running down below his sack, tieing off the blood
vessels,  removing his genitals and sowing him up, now his was more
than a eunuch. Now a turned to Col Jacobson. His Cock was even
harder. He looked at me and smiled. He told me, he wanted it all gone.
So I did it!

By the last morning, we were on our way! Cutting our way across the
USA!

by for now.

Lacy


The making of a eunuch: 1 the gelded village

Summary: A boy is taken with other captives from his village. No intact males are left.

The Gelded Village

The men had fled or been killed. Many of the women had also gone.

Those who were left, where rounded up. They were divided into groups: women
with young children; boys, girls and women without children.

The boys were taken into the village square, stripped and divided into two
groups. Those that had reached puberty had their hands tied above their heads
to one of the branches of the large tree.

The others of us were allowed to pick up our clothes and herded aside.

Then came two older soldiers. The took out their swords and walked round the
dozen boys tied to the tree. At opposite sides of the tree, they walked up to
a boy, grabbed his penis and scrotum and sliced it off. No amount of kicking
or screaming stopped them. Each boy was dealt with in the same way. They
worked their way round the tree until all had been castrated.

They left the several genitals lying on the floor and the new eunuchs still
tied by their hands to the branches.

The women with young children were forced to display their children. A crone
with the soldiers examined them. When they were girls, they were allowed to
go. Some of these women let the castrated boys down and tended their wounds.

Where they had male children, she took out a small sharp knife, openned up
their scrotums and cut off their balls. After this, they were allowed to go
and tend their sons’ wounds.

As for the rest of us, both male and female, we were marched off as captives.
A future in slavery awaited us.

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Serena Becomes

Summary: Serena awaken s to a strange room and a strange man- but they both get more than they bargained for

The Beginning.

Serena awoke upon a table in a strange, dark room. She was strapped down,
naked, legs spread and rear end elevated in the air with a cushion. She
calculated how this had happened: She had been walking home from making a deal
when she had been hit on the head-and now she was here. She knew that no one
would miss her- family dead or distant, no friends- only her clients would
really miss her, and then only the regulars. But they'd move on and figure
that she had done the same.

A man entered the room at lat, a big hulking man wearing crotchless leather
pants and holding a whip. If the circumstances were different, she would have
laughed. He was very comical in this getup.

"I know why I'm here." She simply said.

"Oh? And how's that?" He looked smug.

"I'm here to be a sex slave. I know because of who I am. I know more than you
think, little man."

"Once you taste my cock, I think you'll change your mind about how little I
am."

"Really. I've probably had bigger."

He grumbled and began measuring her. How dare an initiate talk back to him.
She would be punished later. She was well-stretched in the cunt and ass,
that's for sure. She could easily accommodate 3 of his cocks in each hole.

"Impressive." He said. "But you will learn to be a good slave. Screaming will
only get you punished more."

"Oh....Do you promise?"

"YES." He said without smiling. He liked this girl already, and thought that
he would have fun breaking her.

He tied her legs together and hoisted them up towards the ceiling by a pulley
so that her ass was fully exposed. He took the brand out of the fire.

"No screaming now. "

"You fucking wish."

"By the way, my name's Bruno." He placed the red-hot brand on her skin and she
didn't flinch a hair. He was extremely impressed. He lowered her after
bandaging the wound and spread her legs.

" Size B breasts, size A clit." He slapped her little clit a few times,
pinched it a bit to make sure he had the correct size categorization, and then
brought out a paddle. He separated her legs and hooked them so that they were
spread far apart, making her little clit stand out prominently. He spanked her
clit with the paddle several times. Serena enjoyed every moment of it. Bruno
was getting frustrated. He rummaged around in the drawer and pulled out a
tube. He rubbed the cream from the tube all over her slit and especially on
her little clit.

"This is sensitizing cream. it will make everything hurt more." He slathered
it on her nipples, as well. He then clamped her nipples down hard and attached
weights to the clamps. Her hips bucked in pleasure. He became even more
furious. He was also becoming turned-on. He decided that he knew what would
break Serena. He put a viciously tight clamp on her little clit and pulled on
it several times. She writhed and he smiled. Now that must hurt, he thought.
Serena thought that it felt heavenly. He let her lay there for several minutes
before unclamping her.

"Now Serena. I'm going to cut your clit off. I'm going to cut it right off,
and all the fleshy parts down there, too. You're about to be circumcised. I
think after i'm done I'll fuck your little ass, and if you're lucky I'll fuck
you in your hole, too." She didn't say a word. Serena knew that by saying
anything he would win.

Bruno pinched her clit and then began to scalpel the clitoral hood and inner
labia off. When that was finished and her clit was the only thing remaining,
he swiftly scalpelled it off as well and cauterized the wound with the brand.
Serena flinched several times, but did not make a noise. Bruno smiled and
pierced a ring through her outer labia. She had already earned the right to
come. He was fairly certain that it had never happened before on the first
day. He flipped her over and fucked her ass mercilessly. After he was done, he
made her suck his cock, and then he packed everything back up.

"Don't worry, baby, you'll grow your clit back, but only if Brutus says you
can." And he left.

This is the story of The Center, and how Serena became the most feared
Dominatrix in it.

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