A NEW EUNUCHMill

Summary: PETER DESERVES THIS

That night.Peter was really scared. He found himself tied to the bed and his
legs and arms securely tied in place. There were five women over him staring
at his naked body. They said they were sent by his girlfriend Tiara to teach
him about respect for women. They quickly shaved his whole groin area and
laughed as Peter begged them not to do it. Once Peter was completely bald;
Sheila asked him what his definition of respect was. Peter stumbled for an
answer and Sheila shook her head and said they would have to show him respect.

They took out a big vibrator and rammed it into his ass. Peter screamed with
the intrusion of the big device. The women then turned it on. Peter started to
feel an erection due to the pressure. Sue another one of the women quickly
snipped off some of the skin off Peter’s penis causing him to go flaccid.

Peter could not believe when he started to have cum drip out of his soft
penis. It was not like an orgasm, more like just taking a piss. The women
laughed at his leaking penis. Peter could not believe that first they took his
hair and then they took his cum. Sheila asked him to again give a definition
of respect and Peter again tried for an answer that they would accept. One of
the women quickly snipped one of his testicles off like she was pruning a
plant. Peter was stunned how quickly he lost one of his balls.

Peter’s girlfriend, Tiara then walked in the room and was shocked at what a
mess Peter was in. He had cum all over himself, was bald below and had one
ball only! She went over and started to play with his remaining ball and
started to suck him off. Right when Peter was starting to shoot she cut his
remaining ball free. As Peter was shooting; she showed him his ball and
laughed. Now Peter was bald and had no balls. He thought it was finally over.
Tiara asked his for his definition of respect. Peter was in shock; what else
could they take from him now?

He quickly learned as Tiara held a knife to his penis. The one remaining item
that showed he was a man of any kind. Peter was crying and begging. It was
horrible to think of his future with no balls, but at least with a penis he
could still be a man of some kind. A man then walked in the room and told the
ladies he thought Peter had learned his lesson. He took both balls and stuck a
needle and some thread through both and then hung them around Peter’s neck. He
then laughed and said no one will ever disrespect his sister. They all left
then; leaving dried cum, droopy penis and balls around his neck.

Peter is now a new Eunuch.

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Hashi

Summary: A boy castrates himself after a final masterbation.

Hashi

The 14 year old Japanese boys name was Hashi Pushi. He was a slim
boy with light brown color skin and almond eyes. He had a nice
little black patch of pubic hair above his 4 inch, soft uncut
penis. Hanging below his penis was a nice set of low hanging,
hairless balls.
Hashi was sitting naked in the lotus position. His eyes were closed
as he meditated and waited for the voice to talk to him once
again.  On the floor next to Hashi was the tools the voice told him
to collect. The tools Hashi had collected were a sharp katana
knife, a farm tool called a Bandar, and a small iron pot with a hot
fire in it. In the pot and the fire was another knife with it's
blade heated so hot, that it glowed white.
Hashi did not know what the voice wanted him to do with the tools,
but he knew that he would do anything the voice told him to do.
Hashi felt the all to familiar chill run up his spin.
"You have done well, my child," a voice whispered in his mind. "I
am very proud of you."
Hashi bowed so his head was on the floor in front of him. He felt
his face flush as the warmness of the voice fully entered his body.
"Lie back my sweet boy. Reveal yourself....."
Following the eerie whispered commands, Hashi slowly lay back.
"Spread your legs far apart, my darling..."
Hashi obeyed and felt his eyes go up into his head.
Hashi no longer had any control of his hands. His hands picked up
the Bandar and tightened the band around his low hanging balls.
Hashi felt the band bite into his flesh.
Hashi's penis became rock hard to it's full 5 inches of hardness.
Hashi slowly took hold of his penis. He wrapped his fist around it
and started to slide his foreskin up and down over his engorged
cock head.
A rhythmic low roar now filled his ears, like that of the ocean
surf washing up on a beach. Suddenly it seemed as if the water was
upon him, crashing on top of him. Soaking him. Cleansing him.
Though his eyes were shut tight, He imagined he saw himself lying
on a deserted beach. A bright sun was rising before him; it slowly
began to burn his flash. Inside him, the boy felt a welling-up of
emotions, emotions impossible to describe, ones that shook his very
being.
Hashi's hand started to pick up speed with his jacking.
The surf began to sound louder and louder now, pounding him harder
onto the beach. The waves were frothing and swirling around him,
each wave receding and then returning upon itself, each growing
bigger and louder and more powerful than the last. The heat of the
sun was becoming both intolerable and pleasurable.  The frequency
of the waves suddenly increased and he felt the sun roast his
flesh. He felt it all until he could stand it no more.
Then he felt his body suddenly stiffen, as if a lightning bolt went
through him.
Spurts of thick and white cum shot out of Hashi's penis and landed
on his face, chest, and tummy.
And then the beach and the waves and the sun were gone.
Hashi opened his eyes. His chest was raising and falling with his
hard breathing. Hashi sat back up and looked down at his balls. His
balls were now swollen and dark in color. Hashi looked over at the
knife and then picked it up in his right hand. Hashi took hold of
his swollen balls and pulled them as far away from his body as he
could. Holding on to his balls as tight as he could, Hashi put the
super sharp blade of the knife right under his scrotum, close to
the band.
Hashi took a deep breath of air and then held it, and then with all
the strength in his arm, he pulled the knife upwards in one sharp
jerk.
Hashi's balls and scrotum pulled away easily from his body. The
band kept a large amount of blood from escaping his body.
Hashi dropped his severed balls and his cutting knife between his
legs. He picked up the heated blade from the pot holding the fire.
Hashi placed the glowing blade on his flesh and let out the breath
he had been holding in a loud yell. The white hot blade seared
Hashi's flesh. The smell of burnt flesh was strong in Hashi's nose.
Hashi pulled the now cold knife away from his body, and the band
fell off on it's own.
Hashi dropped the knife next to the other knife and his balls that
were still between his legs. Hashi lied back down and closed his
eyes.
Hashi fell asleep with smile on his lips.

The End.

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my boss

Summary: boss loses it all to a young employee

i was the boss.  i was in charge of nearly 100 employees between my
6 stores.  i am tall goodlooking in my late 30's.  She started as a
temporary employee.  She is black, about 19 years old petite short
and cute.  One day i was quickly called out of my office.  i had
left the eunuch archive minimize on my computer screen.  A few days
later She came into my office and asked to speak to me.  She closed
the door behind Her.  She looked me striaght in the eyes and told me
that She would be taking complete control of me.  Before i could say
a thing She continued to tell me that SHe knew about my
submissiveness and my fantasy to become castrated.  She will make me
Her total slave and She will castrate me that night.  She had
brought some books from our medical book department that explained
about castration and some even had color pictures and guidelines and
how-to steps.  i was dumbfounded...but this is what i really craved.
She told me of all Her steps to take control of me, what She had
already done (mostly information about me at work like my bosses
names etc.) and how She would take more control right there.  She
demaded that i give Her my wallet.  i hesitated and She told me She
would claim sexual harrassment charges against me.  i gave Her my
wallet.  She told me to wait and left the room.  She came back a few
minutes later and told me She had copied all the information in my
wallet.  She demanded to know my bank account numbers my atm
passwords and told me to give Her a key to my apartment and had me
sign some papers making Her my power of attorney.  Well She took
complete control right there.  That night we went back to my(now
Hers) apartment and She followed all the directions in the medical
book and now i am a eunuch.  She brings a lot of Her male friends
(some of my employees) over who laugh at me allow me to suck and
swallow them and sometimes fuck me.  She keeps me in the other
bedroom and hardly lets me even communiacte with Her.  i am Her
property and eunuch slave.

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Susan (penectomy)

Hello, my name is Susan (24 years young). I am a dominant lady and lesbian.
One year ago I met a boy who was very interested in me. I told him about my
preferences in sexual live and that I would never allow his dick to enter my
vagina. So after several weeks we found a way which I could accept. His penis
had to be removed. Here comes the report from Werner, my horny lover and fan.

I am Werner, a 25 year old student of architecture. About one year ago I have
met a beautiful girl in a restaurant. I have contacted her immediately. We
dated and I found out about her special attitudes regarding sex. Still I was
very attracted by Susan. Then she introduced the condition for deeper
relationship with me (to that point we had no sex). She would accept me only
without penis. The testicles would not disturb her and they would guarantee my
normal hormon supply. After several weeks of evaluation I finally agreed to
the necessary surgery.

A girlfriend of Susan is a medical doctor. One day we visited her clinic for a
first examination and discussion about the surgery. She explained all steps
and the expected changes for my life. Because I did not want to loose susan I
confirmed my decision. One day later we made an appointment for the operation.
Susan shaved all my hair at dick and scrotum.

Here comes a very brief description of the surgical procedure for removal of
my penis: While this is a fairly straightforward procedure that any reasonably
good urological surgeon could perform, I was glad to have this friend of Susan
who was doing it on a 'elective' basis (not a medical necessity) without
psychological screening.

It was done under epidural anaesthesis. My lower body was absolutely without
sensation about 15 minutes after the injection. As the doctor had exlained
before she removed my penis completely including all erectile tissue.

The surgery was performed with me in the lithotomy position. A circular
incision around the base of the penis was made. After the subcutaneous fat
tissue had been dissected, the bulbo-ischio-cavernosus muscles were identified
and divided, then the urethra and the crura of the corpus cavernosum penis
were visualized.

The crura were divided at their skeletal insertion point and their stump
suture ligated with 2/0 synthetic absorbable sutures. The urethra was also
divided leaving enough urethra for a tension-free urethro-cutaneous
anastomosis to be placed approximately 3cm above the scrotum.

Anastomosis is done with single, 5/0 synthetic sutures. The closure of the
perineal skin wound was made horizontal ertical for minimum stress on the
closure . The subcutaneous fat tissue was closed with single, 3/0 and the skin
with subcuticular continuous, 4/0 synthetic absorbable sutures.

A transurethral balloon catheter placed prior to surgery was used to
accomplish urinary diversion. A pressure dressing without drainage was
applied.

Postoperative bed rest was not necessary. The dressing was removed on the
third postoperative day and the cystostomy catheter after satisfactory
micturation, two days later.

The postoperative outcome is a pain free perineum with the urethral meatus
placed approximately in the area were the penis had been.. This positioning
however resulted in a forward directed stream when standing.

The remainder of the perineal surface is smooth and nearly scar free. My
testicles are hanging free now. For about four weeks after surgery I had a
constant pain. Feeling was if my penis was still existing. Later the pain
deminished. Now one year later only sometimes some phantom pain occurs which
let me feel the dick as ist was before.

So far the the description of the surgery which changed my life dramatically.

Changes I had to deal with are:

The urinary opening is placed nearly at the location where the penis formerly
attached to the body. Urination while standing is impossiple now for me with
wearing my slags. There is nothing for aiming and there will be a mess if I do
so. It only works when I am nude (e.g. under the shower). For peeing I have to
sit down and bend my upper body about 90 degree forward to direct the urine
down to the bowl.

Nude swimming is cancelleled now, same as sauna. I feel big shame about my
mutilation.

My sex drive has dropped strongly compared to before the surgery. There are no
pleasant fealings downstairs. Of course erections are no longer possible.
After strong stimulation ejections happen sometimes. Practically I am a eunuch
now. To satisfy Susan, I touch Susans body, lick her clit and labia till she
gets orgasms. She enjoys it very much. also with my fingers I do special
massage. I will never have another girlfriend in my life. I am completely a
slave of Susan and she is happy.


Brave New World

**Brave, new world ( the real, 2\. edition) ... or the sex to be thrown away**

By Siegfried Auer

For a long, long time men leave off to consider themselve as human beings
having equal rights or partners. The few, nowadays born boys were nothing but
inferior, incarnated disaster for their mothers from the beginning. The
feministic government of A. Dwarking first has taken care that during
artificial insemination only sperm without y-Chromosome weare used, but this
will not succeed every time. And ... women have no vagina for a long time:
there is no reason for sexual contacts and is not allowed generally. You
should not interfere with underlings (untermensch") or monsters". In a short
time the birth will happen in specific shells, the existence of an uterus is
obsolete.

The few male descendants are considered as bad mishappenings. They got the
malediction, what the woman, mother was crying when seeing him, e.g. devil,
dirty lad, pig-son, shit... but now only numbers were used for them.

They pass through a very critical examination: All beings were killed which
are not fitted the strong regulations of (feministic) health policy. The
slaughtering of male infants is not a criminal act, it is vice versa promoted
by state authorities.

Indeed only some boys, hoping to be sucessful, can grow up: they have no
rights and were held as slaves all the time. Naturally they got no education.

When they are aged six years the testicles were pierced with two nails
crosslike and the cock is fixed to them permanently, infibulated. Every sexual
activity shuold be made impossible.

These nails have marks, meaning, when the testes exceed the defined size in a
certain time, the male parts are cutted totally with sharp scissors - but with
a certain anesthesia (somehow humane). And the girls can take this
instruments, pulling, pushing, heatened it (this very common) - because the
boys are held totally naked, even in bad winters. Normally the boys will cry
and squeeze, but in all cases mother" will beat them, their arse, their male
parts, to show them, thats these organs are absolutely useless. And the males
are called because of their lamentations the weeping pigs.

In age of 14 or 15 the boys were examined very strongly in public and some of
them are used for sperm donation. But all the others were taken to a circus
show organized by special state ceremony authorities. They were thrown to
earth, sometimes bounded or chained and with some boot-kicks the male glory"
is destroyed. Sometimes boots with special metal caps were used (so-called
cast-boots). Some girls snatched off the nails with the nuts, the cock is
unhooked with saw, chopper or knifes. The bloody fountains from the abdomen,
the convulsive male parts are applaused by the girls, the red wells and the
lamentations of the victims were quitted with orgiastic comments - the real
nature of female behavior is coming out. In history this was well known of the
spanish bull-fight. How many males came to death - totally unimportant: Nobody
of these beauties is ever justified.

The language has changed likewise \- there are no male forms. If the male
underling is meant - woman" will use a prefix or suffix pig", for instance
pig-kennel for the male living room. This was a proposal of the totally
beloved president A. Dwarking.

The sperm donators and the few men who have survived were kept in dungeons,
have to do slave works, naked, without payments. The sperm-milked will get
better food and are in better healthy conditions. But they all reach only an
average age of 28 or 30. Then they were abolished in a special ceremony with
many speeches. But before they reach their personal paradise there remaining
nuts and cocks were roasted alive and distributed among the (naturally female)
audience.

There is only a small hope. During some scientific experiments some virus
spread out and justified all women giving birth to girls will have a disease
punishing both to a long-lasting death. A similar virus was distributed in
former days by the Liverstore laboratories by women (with a cruel hate against
all males):

this was called aids by men / women.


Rita

Summary: Be faithful or be careful

One night a couple of years ago, my wife and I went to visit a friend of hers.
Tina lived in a rural farming community near Portland Oregon. She ran a small
motel there, 20 rooms, a kind of bed and breakfast place. We checked in and
had dinner. Tina came by the room later with some late night drinks, a kind of
hot chocolate with Bailey’s mixed in. I felt tired and went to sleep almost
immediately. When I woke up I couldn’t move. I panicked and tried to move
again. There was something in my mouth that was uncomfortable, a kind of
plastic tube. I tried to spit it out, but it was strapped around my head. I
saw Rita, my wife, looking at me from a chair. Looking down, I saw I was on
some kind of gurney. There were straps and belts holding me so I couldn’t
move. I was wearing some kind of straightjacket with my arms crossed in front.
The jacket was attached to the gurney with straps. My head was confined too,
but I could look around the room. The upper portion of my body was upright at
about a 45-degree angle. There were other people in the room. I recognized
some of the other guests. There were also other gurneys with people strapped
in. Several were struggling to get free like me. Then I noticed, all the
confined persons were men. The women with them were all sitting or talking to
them. There were 11 of us total on the gurneys. Rita said, ‘Calm down, honey.
Everything is alright.’ I wanted to scream at her to get me off of this
goddamned thing, but the tube prevented me from doing anything but gurgle.
‘It’s okay, honey. Relax. We just have to wait our turn.’ Seeing the confusion
on my face she continued, ‘I’ve made arrangements to have our little problem
fixed. You look confused. Maybe I should explain. I know about you and Carol.”
My god! She knew about an affair I was having with a girl at work! Shit!
Probably divorce and visiting privileges with the kids. Damn! I knew I should
have been more careful.
“I know you two have been having an affair for the past six months. At first I
was hurt. I thought about a divorce, but what would that do to our kids?
They’re too young to come from a broken family. After they graduate college we
can get a divorce, but until then, I think we should stay together. But back
to our problem. How can I keep you from fooling around and maybe embarrassing
the family and me? I think I found the solution. I talked to Cathy and she
said she had the same problem with Bill. She found that there is a way to keep
him faithful to her. So now I’m going to make sure you are faithful to me and
the family too.”
Cathy was a fitness trainer at the gym Rita worked out at. I met her once.
Great body and real friendly. I never met Bill.
“Cathy said she had Bill fixed so he wouldn’t ever cheat again. She gave me
Tina’s number. I decided that this was the cure for our problem too.”
So Tina is some kind of marriage counselor. Seeing me relax, Rita continued.
“Tina offered to help us. Don’t worry, she doesn’t charge anything, just room
and meals for the week we will be here. She’s done this for over five years
and is very good at it. I think you don’t understand what she does. Tina is a
kind of doctor. She specializes in male behavior modification, among other
things” Rita giggled here. “She’s agreed to take care of our problem too.
Still confused? I’m going to have your testicles cut off.”
That did it. I tried to get free again. I screamed and struggled, but I was
strapped tight. Rita smiled at me.
“That should stop you from fooling around anymore. Tina said it would curve
your sexual appetite. And I’m sure Carol wouldn’t want a man without any
balls. Relax honey. Think of it as birth control. You wanted to have my tubes
cut, remember? Well, we’ll just cut your tubes instead.”
I saw a gurney come out of a room to the side. The guy on it was crying.
Another was on the way in. The intended victim was fighting to get free. He
was trying to yell at his wife and looked very very mad. About 20 minutes
later he was wheeled out. He was crying too and very docile. I was scared. I
saw four others go in one after the other. Some mad, others looked scared or
just resigned. They all came out crying and looked completely dejected. Then a
couple of ladies came over and Rita said, “Looks like our turn.”
“Hi. I’m Sara and this is Kerri. We will be assisting in the operation. Are
you ready?” stated Sara.
“Yes.” Said Rita.
I tried to get free again, but I was exhausted from trying earlier. They
wheeled me into the room. The room was plain and looked a lot like a kitchen.
It even had a refrigerator. No stove though. There were cabinets all around.
Reminded me of a big doctors office. Tina was there and was putting on some
latex gloves. She asked Rita, “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
Rita replied immediately, “Yes.” I screamed “NO!” but the mouthpiece only let
out air. Kerri removed the sheet and blanket covering me. I was completely
naked. I flushed red from embarrassment. There was a kind of bar hanging down
from the ceiling. Sara slid this under my ankles and strapped them in. They
undid the straps holding my legs onto the gurney. I tried to kick free, but
the bar held me in place and I couldn’t move my legs. They used this bar to
pull me from the gurney to a table. Sara and Kerri reattached me to the table
this time. The bar was raised and pulled toward my head. I was effectively
doubled over and still helpless to do anything. Sara then said she was going
to shave my sac and balls. I struggled. She told me to keep still or she might
‘accidentally cut’ something. I stopped struggling. She held a small electric
trimmer, the kind you use on beards. She giggled then and asked Rita if she
wanted to do the job. Rita smiled and said ‘Sure, I’ve done it enough times
for him! Time for him to see how it feels.’ Rita took the little cutter and
shaved my pubic hair and all the hair from my balls and groin area. She then
took some shaving cream and lathered it up. I felt her rubbing it on and then
she took a disposable razor and shaved me clean. They rinsed me clean and
toweled me dry. Kerri then came over with a syringe and small bottle of
something. “Pain killer”, was all she said. Rita asked, “ Then he won’t feel
anything?”. “He’ll have some feeling, but not much. Otherwise it will be very
painful. He’ll feel the cords cut though”, replied Kerri.
She then gave me a number of shots around my balls. My prick went numb and
tingled a bit. Then Tina got between my legs. A tray was wheeled over and it
had scalpel and a number of scissor looking things. The scalpel looked like an
x-acto knife. I had never seen one before. Tina picked it up and asked Rita
again, “You’re sure?”, to which Rita replied “Yes”. Tina made a cut high on
the sac. I felt the cut more as a pulling sensation than anything else. There
was a little blood, but not much. She reached in and pulled out a testicle. I
felt that. They hadn’t given me any shots to the balls themselves, just around
the sac. It didn’t hurt, but I could feel her pull it out. It wasn’t what I
expected. It looked flesh colored and smooth with a string of flesh attached.
I thought it would be clean with just some veins coming out of the end. The
ball was smooth but the connection was like a piece of chicken fat. Tina
pulled the ball and used a couple of long scissors type clamps on the cords.
She then used some black string to tie the cord. She did this in two places
just the other side of the clamps. She asked Rita, “Want to make the final
cut?” Of course Rita said yes. She took some long scissors from Sara. “Cut
between the two clamps”. Rita smiled and made the final cut. I screamed. I
really didn’t feel any pain, but I felt the cut emotionally deeper than
anything I had ever felt in my life. I started to cry. My body started to
tremble all over. I couldn’t stop shaking. I saw Tina showing the now free
ball to Rita. She put it on the small table that held the surgical tools.
Kerri removed the clamps and sewed the opening shut. Tina then made the second
cut on the other side. Same thing and when it came time for the cut, Rita
again did it. She said “This is for your own good, honey” and made the final
cut. I screamed again. I was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking all over. I
wanted to double over and protect my wounded and destroyed groin area. Again
Tina showed Rita the detached ball. I watched as they rinsed it in a jar of
some liquid and then put them in another jar filled with some liquid. Tina
asked Rita if she wanted them. She said no. I wanted to beg her to keep them.
They were mine and I wanted to keep them. Maybe they could put them back on.
Rita asked what they did with them. Sara said they usually sold them to
collectors or anyone else who wanted them. She said most of the buyers were
women and giggled. I kept begging, keep them, but could only mumble through
the tube. Kerri sewed me up again and then they put me back on the gurney. I
was wheeled out and back to our room. I cried the whole way. They gave me a
shot and I went to sleep. When I woke up I thought maybe it was a dream. I
couldn’t move and I knew it wasn’t. The mouth piece was gone and I saw Rita
sitting watching some tv show. I said “Why?” Rita looked at me and said it was
to save our family. Well, that was two years ago. We stayed at motel a week
and the cuts healed. Sara cut away the stitches. They let me out of the
straight jacket the second day. I was too weak to do anything but rest and
sleep. I was really depressed. Rita drove us home. I cried a lot back then. I
felt like I should hate her and want to kill her, but didn’t have the energy
or the will. It did stop my even looking at other women. I tried masturbating
a few months after the operation. I did manage to come, but it didn’t feel as
good as before. Rita and I don’t have sex anymore. She doesn’t say anything
about it or the operation. She never was much for sex anyway. I miss the
excitement of it, but don’t have much desire for it anymore. I spend more time
with the family now. Rita says I’m a better husband and father now. I want to
stay with her even after all that has happened. What else can I do? I just
hope she wants to stay with me. If we ever do get a divorce, what would I do?
She told me when we get the divorce she wants the house and everything in it.
If not, she’ll make my castration public to my family and the kids. So I try
and make her happy so we stay together.

* * *


An Interesting Story

Summary: A husband and wife have a conversation about castration as a possible solution.

` "Castration is perfectly natural," she said. `

"I don't think so," he replied. "Mother nature gives boys balls for a reason."

"Yes, but you're a man now."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Your balls have already served their purpose. You don't need them anymore."

"What about having kids?"

"We can freeze samples of your sperm for that. Face it, you don't need them."

"What if I want them?"

"What about what I want?"

"You want me to lose my balls?"

"Frankly, yes."

"But why?"

"Because I think our relationship would be better without them. You would
focus on my needs instead of getting your rocks off."

"But my thing would shrink."

"Your thing can afford some shrinkage. It's really not that important. It's
not much more than a tool for delivering sperm and piss, and you don't need to
deliver sperm, and you can piss just fine with a small dick."

"I still don't think it's natural."

"Honey, ask yourself: if Nature had intended men to keep their balls why did
she make them so easy to remove. I mean, they look like they were meant to be
taken off. Just look at the way yours dangle!"

"Well . . ."

"Just think about it, okay? I know you want our relationship to be the best it
can be and I want you to consider that your testes might be getting in the way
of that goal."

"Well, I guess it doesn't hurt to think about it."

"No, it doesn't. Goodnight, Honey."

"Goodnight, Dear."

* * *


The Greenhorn

Summary: A naive young Easterner gets a disastrous dose of reality in a west coast seaport.

Alas, as I recall how preposterously callow I was at 21, I wince, for it was
that naivete which led to my ruin almost immediately upon arrival at the west
coast.

I had just disembarked from the steamer and was about to seek out my hotel.
Recently graduated from Harvard University, I had accepted a position as a law
clerk in a small west coast seaport. I was attired in the height of New York
fashion in a pin-striped grey serge suit, wearing pince-nez and with a
supercilious expression. My hair was marcelled in the newly popular New York
style, though I am from Boston. In short, I was the very figure of the well-
to-do Eastern greenhorn.

There were temporarily idle dock workers milling about the pier, a gang of
brutal-looking toughs. They "sized me up" and it was hate at first sight. They
began jeering at me and making obscene remarks reflecting adversely upon my
manhood.

I tried to ignore them and brush by them but one muscular bully seized my
shoulder and said "Where you goin', pansy ?" I barked "Unhand me, you
ruffian", whereupon he bursted into uproarious laughter. I stepped back a pace
and assumed the "Ready" posture from "The Manly Art of Self-Defense." That is,
legs apart to form a firm foundation and with one fist before the other in
front of my face.

This posture embodies a tacit assumption that one's opponent is acquainted
with the Marquis of Queensbury's rules and intends to abide by them. I am sure
that this brute had never heard of the Marquis of Queensbury and that if he
had been made acquainted with the rules would have derived great mirth from
them."Oh, so it wants to fight, does it ?" he roared. The fight, if such it
can be called, was very brief. Only one blow was struck. It came from behind
the dock-worker's right hip and ended between my thighs.I never had any
opportunity to use "The Manly Art of Self-Defense" I was too busy screaming,
retching, and clutching at my mangled generative organs.

I was overwhelmed not only by the intolerable agony which I was suffering, but
by the shocking indecency of what had just been done to me. Fortunately, I did
not remain conscious for very long. I awakened in a physician's surgery, sans
luggage, sans wallet, sans pince-nez, and sans testicles. Dr. MacLaren assured
me that having sustained third degree contusions my seminal glands had been
rendered entirely and permanantly functionless and could not be saved.

At my request, Dr. MacLaren telephoned my employer-to-be and informed him that
I had been injured in a "accident" on the pier but would be able to report for
work in a week. I was, and still am, devastated by my loss and soon decided
that I must absorb myself utterly in my work at the law office to avoid
thinking about my wretched state.I also decided never to tell my father what
had happened to me. He would be greatly saddened by the prospect of never
having any grandchildren.

Financially, I have prospered, but I take no joy in it.Bereft of manhood, I
lead a bleak loveless life.

* * *


Taming of Horton part 5

Summary: Written for Ingemar this is the fith part of the Taming of Horton seris. It deals with Horton`s last chance to save his balls by satisfying his wife Carol.

` Horton`s balls recoverd from the electric shocks quite quikly but he was
more disturbed by Janice having a collection of testicals. All he could see
were those jars with thier neat labels. Would one soon say Horton Black ? It
made him feal a chill. Seeing them like that made it all so much more real and
imedate. Things were looking grim for Horton`s balls. `

A few days after his meeting with Janice Carol called Horton into the bedroom.
"Horton I have decided to give you one last chance. Satisfy me the way Mark
does or lose your balls. Undress me now." Shaking Horton complied. He fumbled
with her clothes relizing that one of the great moments of his life had come.
It was litteraly now or never. Finaly he got Carol out of her clothes. Once
they were both on the bed and Horton needed to enter her disaster struck. He
lost his erection. It was the performance angsity to end all perfomance
angsity. If his genitals did not perform now they would be sergicaly ruined by
Janice and her scalpul. The very fear of failure was ensuring that the worst
possible consiquences would follow. Fear of being castrated was ensuring that
he would ,in fact, be castrated. It was a helish situation. He realy wanted
Carol. He had never seen anyone more disirable in his life. Yet in his mined
he was haunted by the image of Janice and her ball collection. Finaly, after
an hour, they gave up. The attempte had failed. Carol was full of pity"It wont
be that bad Horton . Look at Bob and Janice. They are happy. We can be happy
the same way. With you as my Eunuch and Mark as my Stud we will all have a
great life." Finaly she made an offer he could not believe" It disgusts me
Horton but it would be just once. Horton I am willing to masturbate you just
this once. Tommorow we go to Janice and you lose your balls for ever but
tonight I will masturbate you." Horton was genuinly pleased he relised what a
big sacrafice Carol was making for him. She realy must love him to jerk him
off even if she was going to have his balls cut off the next day.

Later that night Carol tighed Horton`s hands behined his back. Still naked she
lay back on the bed exposing her self to Horton`s gaze. She gentaly took hold
of his cock and slowly began to masturbate him as he aproached climax she
said" This is it Horton the last time ever for you." When he finaly came it
was an sxplosion the best orgasum of his life. His load shot across Carol`s
naked stomach, pooling in her belly button. it was a suitable swansong for
Horton`s balls. Soon after Carol moped her stomach dry with tisue paper and
neatly flushed away the last of Horton`s seed. Tommorow would bring the trip
to see Janice and the cuts of her scalpul but for tonight Horton would sleep
in Carol`s arms untroubled.

* * *


Rapist's Testicles Bitten Off

Summary: News Story from Reuter\'s. Rapist loses testicles the hard way.

` From the International section of May 19, 2001 "Scotsman". `

Sex attacker's testicles bitten

"A woman walked into police headquarters in Chigago early yesterday and handed
over a pair of testicles she said she had bitten off a man who had sexually
assaulted her.

"'During the assault, the female victim got the man's testicles in her mouth
and bit them off' the investigating police officer, Thomas

Donegan, said.

"The police headquarters are a short walk from where the attack

occurred, Mr Donegan added.

"The man found his way to a hospital where he underwent unsuccessful

reattachment surgery. He was being questioned by police.

"The 42-year-old woman was treated at another hospital and released." -

Reuters

* * *


The Interrogation

Summary: War is Hell.

` The raid on the farm yielded four prisoners. Two died of their injuries, but
the other two, a Rebel leader and a teenage boy, were captured unharmed. Major
Carl, the interrogator, believed that the man had useful information on troop
deployments, and he was sure that the boy knew nothing. `

Both prisoners were tied to posts ten feet apart in the barn. They had been
stripped naked and were tied with their feet behind the post and with their
arms stretched high over their heads. The man was about fifty, a little on the
heavy side, and had black, curly hair covering his body. Like most really
hairy men and apes his genitals were small, although fifty years of gravity
had pulled them low in his scrotum. His flaccid cock, veteran of thousands of
copulations, was nearly hidden in the dense mat of hair. That is, his balls
had been small when Carl started the interrogation, but during the course of
the questioning they had swollen to double their ordinary size. Carl had seen
many men naked, and had handled many of theri balls, and knew that hairy men
usually had small balls and cocks. The drugs and electro-shock machine at
headquarters would reveal the true extent of their manhood, as they both
brought out erections, but he didn't have these devices available in the field
so he had to rely on old-fashioned pain and torment, and this subject's
resistance was admirable. He had been beated, hit in his balls, and even
threatened with castration, and still had provided no information.

Castration was not a usual option for Carl, as a man who would surrender his
balls to keep a secret would die before revealing it. A man can only be
castrated once, Carl knew, but can have his bones broken many times and will
heal so that a resourceful interrogator can do it again. Castration was a
designated punishment for many crimes against the Federation, and Carl had
nutted his share of prisoners, but never during their interrogations.

The boy was tied to the opposite post in full view of the father. He obviously
favored his mother, as he was much lighter in complexion than the father. He
was still beardless, but a shadow of hair graced his upper lip and was
spreading outward from his crotch and sprouting from his armpits. He was
nearly as tall as the father, and his genitals were already larger than the
father's. Carl figured that the boy was a virgin, as the Rebels rarely had
girls with them. His only experience had probably been with his own hand
unless he fucked sheep. A thin trickle of dried blood adorned the youth's
hailess scrotum and slender teenage cock. Carl had grabbed the boy's balls two
hours ago and nicked them with his knife in his search for information. The
boy immediately pissed on ther floor and fainted, proving to Carl that he knew
nothing.

'Perhaps the boy is the key to the father.' Carl thought, as he once again
roughly grabbed the boy's nuts and unsheathed his knife.

"You are a brave man, Major, and although you don't fear death please consider
the fate of your son. He killed two of my men today," Carl said as he brought
the knife near the terrified boy's stretched scrotum. For that he should die.
He fought bravely this morning however, and he deserves a warrior's death by a
firing squad instead of spending the rest of his life as a castrated,
toothless field whore forced to lick his own shit from his enemies' cocks. I
offer a quick, merciful death for your son in exchange for some information."

The Major answered by spitting on Carl's shiney boots. Carl put the knife away
and savagely kneed both the man and the boy in the nuts. "Send in Fulber!" He
shouted to his aide.

Sergeant Fulber, or 'Full Bore' as he was nicknamed, was about thiry years old
and had been with Carl many years. He had been wounded in the head during a
skirmish four years ago, and that had resulted in a totally changed
personallity for the soldier. Before he had been shy and reserved. Now he was
completely uninhibited and would immediately obey any order. It was often said
that Fulber would shit in his own mess kit and cheerfully eat it if ordered by
Carl to do so. He was still a fearless, intelligent trooper, but he had lost
the ability to speak and now replied with had signals and grunts. While they
waited for Fulber to arrive the men released the boy from the post and trussed
him up on the floor.

Fulber entered the barn and smartly saluted.

"Fuck the boy, Fulber." Carl ordered. Fulber quickly undressed. When nude it
was obvious why he was called Full Bore. His seven inch penis wasn't
extaordinarily long for a big man, but it was a full three inches thick and
the sight of the naked boy had brought it to full attention. Before the head
wound Fulber would have never publicly masturbated or taken a women, much less
sodomized a boy, but the accident had unearthed some hidden penchant for boys
and now he was hot to trot no matter who was looking.

Another side effect of Fulber's wound was his endurance. Most sex-starved
troopers were only capable of a few minutes of copulation before they popped,
but Fulber was always good for a least a half hour in the saddle and often
twice that. He was soon putting all his heart into his command performance,
and the boy, face down in his own urine, had stopped screaming. The father
strained against his bonds, but still refused to speak even as he watched the
violation of the boy.

Fulber enjoyed a forty-five minute aerobic workout before he rolled off of the
boy spent, with his bloody cock rapidly deflating. The boy rolled onto his
side, revaling a white puddle of his own seed had been forced from him by
Fulber's prostate massage.

Carl opened his trousers and hosed the blood and semen from the boy's thighs
before training the stream of piss on his head. He then grabbed the boy for
the third time that day, unsheathed his knife, and then dragged the sceaming
boy by his balls over to the father.

"This is your last chance, Major." Carl had barely finished speaking when the
wad of phlegm hit him in his face. He didn't hesitate this time and ther knife
finished its slice.

"Call for the field surgeon." Carl commanded, wiping his face. "I want this
boy to live until he is old enough to execute."

Carl held the severed organs close to the Major's face. "Has the Rebellion
sunk so low as to allow beardless boys to be castra...." A volley of gunfire
interrupted his tirade, and then the door crashed in as the Rebel forces
recaptured the farm.

The major donned a fresh uniform and met with the Captain an hour later in the
barn.

"That was close." He told his subordinate. "You came just in time. By the way,
how is the Horton boy?"

"The doctor has stopped the bleeding and is dressing the wound. He should be
okay."

"I don't know how 'okay' he'll be." The Major said nudging the remains of the
boy's manhood with the toe of his boot.

Both men were silent awhile before the Captain spoke. "At least we won't have
to worry about him sniffing around our daughters anymore." The boy had lived
with several families since he had been orphaned, and many of the fathers were
starting to be concerned with the effect that the handsome teen had on their
daughters.

"What about the prisoners we captured?" The Captain asked, changing the
subject.

"Shoot them all except for Major Carl and Sergeant Fulber. The boy can deal
with them when he's feeling a little better."

"Yes Sir! That should cheer him up some."

* * *


Short One

Summary: Re telling an old tale.

` SHORT ONE `

She hummed softly to herself as she took the covers off her husband, and
opened his pajama bottoms. “Never again, never again.” She hummed to herself.
The woman at the surgical supply store said this was the finest needle they
had, ideal for diabetics. Of course neither she nor her husband were
diabetics. By going over and over the Internet she was able to obtain curare
and a painkiller. She injected small amount all around the base of her
husband’s penis, then into and around his scrotum. Looking at her watch she
waited five minutes. Then she took a razor scalpel and castrated the sleeping
man, first removing the skin, then cutting off his balls from their cords,
these she carefully laid on the night stand. ‘Not much blood from that.’ she
thought. “Ah well big boy will take care of that.” She went to work and cut
off her husband’s penis, and got the results she was looking for, the area
between his legs began to fill with blood.

She move to the head of the bed sat down and move her husbands head into her
lap, and held his hand. “Wake up dear.” She said as she slowly shook him.

“What, what’s wrong, I’m all wet, what’s happening.”

“Oh you poor thing you’re dying, and there is nothing anyone can do to save
you. But I’ll stay right here until you pass over.”

“I am dying, I’m cold, what’s wrong.”

“Your dying Fred and there is nothing anyone can do for you.”

“Oh my, I have a confession to make, I have been unfaithful to you.”

“I know dear, that’s why I castrated, you, now be quiet and let the bleeding
kill you.”

* * *


Amazon Series: Part VI -- The Olympic Champion’s memoir

I was the only Amazon who won in the Olympic Games.  We attended the
game only once.  Our team was small.  I won the champion in
wrestling.  We got two second places and four third places in other
areas.  It was excellent performance for a team of fourteen.
Afterwards, the males did not want us to attend any more.  It was a
pity.  I would like to let them see how we can compete and defeat
them on equal terms.

The rules were simple.  Everyone competed in nude, no clothes
allowed.  Anything was permitted.  The one who surrendered or was
pushed out of the circle lost.  Most men shaved their heads.  I cut
my hair very short.  Everyone put oil on the body to make it hard for
the opponent to grab.  After a round, the winners drew lots to get
the next opponent.

The first three rounds was easy.  Then I defeated the other Amazon,
Joann, in the fourth round.  I faced the champion of Athens in the
semi-final.  He was about my size, but stronger.  We were about equal
in skill.  But he was definitely stronger.  We had been wrestling for
a while.  He twisted my arm.  I fell, pulling him down.  Goddess
smiled on me that day.  His balls fell on my left knee.  As he
retched and nursed his balls, I pushed him out of the circle easily.

I faced the champion of Sparta in the final.  He was a lot bigger
than me.  Judging from the way he handled his opponents, he was also
a lot stronger.   He also had the biggest cock in the Olympic Games.
I watched a lot of games other than wrestling.  This Spartan
wrestling champion beat them all.  Now, his twelve inch cock was
fully erect.  That did not surprise me.  I was stunningly beautiful
then.  My slim body contrasted sharply with my big firm breasts.  My
long legs ended in a thick golden brush.  Every one of my male
opponents was aroused.  So were many audience.

I knew I would lose.  He was too strong and skillful.  His opponents
were all too easy.  He did not use his full strength to dispose of
them.  But he had other ideas.  He was going to broke me in front of
everyone.  He was going to show male superiority to the world.  He
was dragging out the match.  He was squeezing my breasts, sucking one
and then the other.  He pinned my arms above my head and freed one
hand to roam my body.  Then he was ready to deliver the final
insult.  He grabbed both my hands and held them above my head.  Then
he forced open my legs.  He was going to rape me slowly in front of
everyone.  His huge cock was rubbing its way up my left leg.  If I
did not do something soon, it would be inside me.

Panic gave me the inhuman strength.  I twisted my wrist and broke
free.  I hit his balls hard.  His arms lost their strength.  His body
rolled into a ball.  He tried to hold his balls and nurse them.  But
I was faster.  I grabbed his balls first and squeezed them hard.  He
almost screamed but managed to hold it back.  He knew he lost.  He
quickly whispered he surrendered.  But I had none of that.  I was in
charge.  I was going to drag it out for the whole world to see.  I
was going to have my sweet revenge for trying to rape me.  And I told
him.

I squeezed his balls again and again.  He was  totally helpless.  I
relaxed my grip, massaging his balls.  He tried to make a quick
move.  I squeezed hard.  He limped.  I got on top of him, rubbing my
pussy against his leg.  Everyone thought that I was raping him.  His
cock was still hard.  It was very erotic for him to rub his well
oiled body against mine.  After a while, I got up, still holding his
balls.  I began to masturbate him slowly.  Everyone could see it
now.  I brought him to the brink and stopped, giving him a hard
squeezed on the balls instead.  Then I dragged him up by his balls.
He resisted.  I sweetly told him to obey or I would crush his balls.
The whole stadium was in stunned silence except the five Amazons.  I
led him by his balls around the circle three times.

Finally, I decided that I humiliated him enough.  It was time to end
the match and claim the championship.  I squeezed his balls hard.  He
fell to the ground.  I followed him.  Suddenly I felt one ball go pop
in my hand.  A second later, the other ball also burst.  I felt
electric excitement through my body. I let go of his ball sac.  He
was rolling on the ground.  I stood up and put a foot on his ass.
Then I raised my arms in victory salute.

There was one more thing to do.  I pushed him out of the circle.


Glans Removal

Summary: Removal of Glans

` I am an adult male 44 years old who over the years I have have many thoughts
and different ways to fantasize, masterbate and get off sexually. The latest
Penis Modification was the most severe and probably the most satisfying thing
I've ever done to myself. `

I had my penis Circumcised with a tight close circumcision about 20 years of
age. I did a PA, then a Meatomy and a Reverse PA as well as Sounding inserted
in penis during materbation and fucking. I finally decided to do something
really different about a year ago.

With a week off from work and planning on being alone I decided to do a
Glansectomy on myself. I gathered the required implements and instruments I
would need and performed the removal of my glans as follows:

I inserted a surgical steel tube into my urethra the length of my penis when
soft, Tied cord around the glans at the groove and tightened to cut off all
circulation and blood flow. I tied a second cord in the same manner and place
in case the cord broke or came loose. After about 3 hours of being tied I had
no feeling at all in the glans when I pierced with needle and almost no blood.
At this time I cut the glans just ahead of the cords completely around and to
the steel tube, slid off the severed glans and left the tube in place with the
cords also.

After 3 days the cords fell off and I took the tube out, as a result the end
of my penis had a flat cut end right at the groove where my glans was,
although it was swollen it soon went down and I wound up with a flat ended
penis with out a "head" and when erect the shaft skin on penis shaft is very
tight as a result of the close tight circumcision.

Now that my penis has healed completely, I can fuck and masterbate as before,
It does feel very different due to the feeling of the glans being gone and the
scar skin over the end of my penis is very sensative. It takes longer to have
an orgasm now due to the change in feeling and stimulation.

All in All after a little over a year I very much like my new penis.

* * *


BitchFuck's Autobiography  Part I

GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, S/M, electro, and more

Summary: A Master tires of a slave and makes good use of every part!All the usual disclaimers: not for minors, or adults not interested. Sorry its in pieces (I hate little story blips too) but need some feedback. FIRST TIME AUTHOR!

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I am naked and chained in a box in the back of a truck. Where my Master is
taking me, I dont know. But i dont have a good feeling about it.

Master spent the morning working extra hard on me. He left 10# wts hang from
my balls all morning... my sack is stretched out a good 6 more inches.. He had
me hanging from my wrists.. taking a belt and Nailing my ass.. would make the
heavy ball wt.. swing back and forth.. he would time his Strokes to match.. so
my body jerking would make the wt swing more... and pull my balls even further
down.

He released my arms and bent me over a bench about waist high... then had me
hold my ass checks wide open... he loved beating the hell out of my hole... he
loved to watch it swell.. and turn blue.. as I screamed for mercy. But he
rarely gave any mercy.. he like to Slam his cock into my hole.. right after he
finished... said the warmth and tightness from it being so swollen pleased his
cock. Its all about his pleasure!

He turned on the power to the electrodes attached to my cock... He loves the
feel of my ass twitching in pain... as my cock if fried with electro... I am
screaming in pain.. unable to decide which hurts worse.. But he hold me in
place with his arm on my neck.. and his cock in my ass

finally he stops.. but just to reposition me... on my back.. legs spread wide.
He attaches a noose to my cockhead.. and throws the rope over a beam above...
He moves the wts that were on my balls to that.. so that my cock is being
ripped from my body. He covers my tits and legs with clothes pins. Now its
time for my balls to be attached to the electro box... and he turns up the
juice... i scream... but he stuff his cock deep in my throat.... NO more sound
comes out of me... but I struggle to breath... I have to time my breaths..
with his cock strokes... in..out...in .out..

i can only see his beautiful cock and balls.. and his ass.. My Master is
incredible!

Incredible pain racks my body.. as he covers my cockhead in hot wax... i try
to escaped... but he punches my balls.... and I quiet down. I exist for his
pleasure..

finally my cock is encased in wax.. and feels like its burnt and raw.. Master
grabs my legs.. and pulls them toward him.. and attaches them to the wall
behind. his head.. Time for more ass work.. as he inserts a long dildo up my
hole.. it starts small.. but ends up very thick.. with a small ring at the
base.. once my hole closes around the ring... its there for a long while... My
ass is still sore and the dildo hurts like hell.. but he pays no
attention...and works it in/out... deeper and deeper.. till it is wedged in my
hole..

He gets up.. and pulls his cock free of my mouth... and hoods and gags me..

I try to beg him not to .. but with the gag.. only mmrrrhppfff ..mmmrrhffhhh
can be heard..

the first belt strike on my ass stings and i jerk... But he keeps landing them
all over my ass.. occasionally hitting my balls. I almost pass out. I lose
track of how many... 10...15.. 30... i have no clue.. All i know is the bliss
of pain... and knowing I am his property.

Finally .. its stops.. my ass is ablaze., my balls ache from the electro, and
the pins are biting the skin... I am crying as he slams his cock back into
me... and fucks me hard... and rough... He can fuck for a long time... myh ass
is so sore.. I am screaming.... Finally I feel his cock slam in DEEP>> and he
holds me ass to his cock tight. His cock begins to pulse.. and he empties his
load..

It was then.. that he put the dog harness on me... chains attaching my ankles,
wriests to my ballls.. If I tried to standup.. it would rip my balls off.
Heavy metal collar locked in place.. and the plug still up my ass.. he walked
me out to the yard, let me piss.. and loaded me in the crate in the truck.

I dont have a good feeling about where we are going....

(to be cont)

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Cash, Credit, or Cock?

TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, TRAVELERS' CHECKOUT

Summary: Your Masterbater card is not the only way to pay when you tie one on (and/or tie "it" off) in Thailand.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>

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“American Sexpress” is a hard-to-find hardon store in Bangkok.

It’s in the attic of a strip club where the strippers are mostly petite asian-
oriental shemales, mostly still with cute cocks of all shape and size, but
with some eager to display a dreamy crotch of silky smooth nothingness.

You might hear it from the studly bottomless bartender. You might hear it from
the bare-breasted waitresses. Or, you might even hear it from one of the
“girls” during a private lap dance.

“Will that be cash, credit, or cock?” they will ask as you order Sake on the
rocks, or when you order something devilishly delicious off the menu, or when
the devil in you has been groping a sexy shemale bodylicious babe for a
20-song all-nude touch-anywhere lap dance set.

With Sake on the rocks ordered cum-covered at $500 a shot, four meaty-balls
spaghetti at $8,000 a plate, and the 20-song fantasy at $100 each, you might
find your wallet too empty and your credit cards too near their limits.

If you ask for the nearest ATM, you’ll be directed to American Sexpress, shown
the secret doorway and given the password of the day. Even when you get there,
you might decide that you’ll be spending with neither cash nor credit today.

When you eye the merchandise for sale at American Sexpress, the hardon store
gets you raging right away. Again, you might hear, “Will that be cash, credit,
or cock?”

“Here, you can barter with your balls,” offers the saleswoman (or sales
shemale-woman). $1,000 per gonad is the going rate. Your whole cock-ball combo
will get you $15 to $30 grand, depending on just how grand it really is.

If you are in the neighborhood and in the market for some kinky packages – and
willing to consider losing _your_ package -- stop in and see and feel some
shemale sexiness.

You’ve got nothing to lose to at least think about losing it. It is usually a
good happy deal all the way around.

* * *


Great Balls on Fire

Summary: Goodness, gracious ...

` Right now, it’s Too-cold in Toronto and Real-nice in Rio. `

But the climate isn’t the only warm thing in the southern hemisphere.

Sometimes ( _often_ where I am) a pair (or two or three or twenty) of those
gorgeous masculine spheres also soak up the sun (or lighter fluid or other
incendiary substance) in the hemisphere down here.

Eunuch.org is one of the favorite web sites in the cartel Chateau where I have
been stationed, but not stationary, for the last few months. To the great
authors on the site, let me say that your talents are highly praised at this
top-shelf pony farm.

If you write it, they do it...

_Anything, within in reason. And basically there is no reason around here._

Whatever tempts you or turns you on is available. That is, if your tanned-
scrotum coin purse has more than just small change. It better have the ready-
access number of your large Swiss or Cayman bank account too.

... For example, a couple months back a eunuch.org author gave instructions on
how to remove a penis head. The glans-removal plan was just grand. Go to one
of the many sub-male livestock barns and see for yourself.

Then there was the modest proposal for a holiday cock-removal party. Every
proposed playful act was acted out with great sucking and with great success.

Lately, I’ve been writing screen plays for their extreme erotic productions.
Actual shooting is months away, so let me tell you about one of the unscripted
episodes I’ve seen lately.

Did any of you realize that many, many men around the big, big world would do
just about anything, anything to enjoy the pleasure of losing, losing their
balls, balls, balls?

Of course you realize it. That’s why you hang out, or hang _them_ out, at
eunuch.org.

Just the other day, a couple of German sissy-boys-in-love came to cum together
where they really did see fireworks. Because in part their parts _were_ the
fireworks.

And they wanted beautiful naked women to light their fire.

They were pampered and prepped for days. They were just gorgeous when it was
time for their gorgeous gory ceremony.

Two tight glory holes in the same large pane of thermal-resistant glass. Four
large gonads popped through the holes, ready for fun on the business side of
the glass.

Their exposure was perfect. Their view of their own perfection was also
perfect. Crystal clarity for their event of rarity.

We could see just fine too. And the Hollywood-caliber film crew and equipment
also aimed just right.

The naked beauties were flown in special, because they had registered (and
paid for) their own fantasies to one day be fulfilled. This was the day, the
day their fem-dom dreams to burn some balls would be theirs to live.

Flambé of faggot was the lunch special that day.

Marinated in grain alcohol, the gonads sizzled with appetizing aroma. The
happy male donors were sutured and ready to be sent on their happy way.

One of the girls was a French gourmet chef.

The preparation and the presentation were perfect.

Even the happy, happy newly ball-less happily feasted their eyes on the
fantastic feast.

They were offered, and hungrily accepted, a small taste of themselves.

Last, but not least.

* * *


All Hat, No Cattle (2)

Summary: Various male nubiles are captured for nefarious purposes.

[continued]
After an hour or so sitting on the edge of a stainless steel cot in
his monochromatic cell, Larry began to notice that his penis had not
completely gone flaccid since his mysterious encounter with the
woman he had come to identify as "the Warden".  As a matter of fact,
he was now experiencing another, more gradual, erection.  "Must have
been whatever she inserted in my rectum", he thought.  "Must be some
kind of aphrodesiac."  By the time the Warden returned, he was
completely, almost painfully, erect and had opened his fly to
accomodate the increased volume.

"I told you to pull up your pants, didn't I?"  She locked the heavy
door behind her, "And that means zipping up.  Pull them down again."
This time she bent him over the side of the cot, secured his wrists
to opposite bedposts with handcuffs, and produced an abbreviated
cat-o-nines from a leather holster of sorts on her belt. "For every
noise you emit, you will receive an additional two lashes.  Spread
your legs and keep your head down."  Larry's erection, enormous
when the woman began lashing his hindquarters, began to deflate
within the first five or six blows. When she finished the tenth
application, she stopped and used a fabric tape to measure the length
and circumference of his now nearly flaccid penis.  She then continued
flogging his buttocks for another ten lashes and measured once again.

She commented favorably on his stoic silence, something to the effect
that it saved her energy for the next subject, unshackled his wrists,
and applied what smelled like antibiotic creme to his now welted
backside.  Then she gripped his genital packet with one hand, expertly
manipulating both penis and scrotum, while she tracked his reaction
on a large round railroad-style stopwatch in the other.

"Your diserection is twenty percent quicker than average, I'm afraid,
but recovery is nearly twice the norm in both time and size.  You will
probably end up in B barn.  You'll like it there, they leave the
heat on all night."

[to be continued]

Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence


Gelded Stud - Final Part

Summary: Completing the gelded Stud story

"Well this fixes this stud, he won't breed again". At that, he closed the jaws
of the burdizzo. John was now sterile, a eunuch, his balls would no longer
produce any sperm, and in a little while John would lose his sex drive while
his nuts gradually shriveled away.

A big penalty for someone who was careless about sex and lacking
responsibility for his actions. $ kids from his nuts were enough anyway for a
guy, but who knows what those last spurts into both women before hi nuts were
destroyed would produce?

* * *


Alia - Part 1

Summary: Princess Alia discovers for the first time what happens to boys in her Palace.

She was fifteen years of age now and the only males the Princesss had come
into contact with up to now were all geldings. And to make matters worse they
were all old geldings. Her father, the Emperor, forbade the presence of any
entire males in her vicinity. All of her male slaves were older men who had
been cut years before. Many of them had actually been slaves of her mother the
Queen , who had died years ago. When she was younger Alia had not paid much
attention to them and was accustomed to them being around the Palace. But as
with all young girls, the urges of the flesh began to grow stronger as she
grew older. She began to notice that the other slaves in the Palace were not
all old and obese like those who tended her in her apartments. She never had
much contact with her father, a rather cold and austere figure. The only
person she was close to was her handmaiden Teela, a slave of about thirty
years of age who had also served her deceased mother. When she began to ask
questions about the large number of young male slaves about the Palace it was
to Teela she turned for enlightenment. At first Teela just smiled and seemed
somewhat reluctant to say anything. But Alia began to wear her down with her
continuous questioning.
" Those slaves belong to your father" she said.
" But why are they not old like mine, most of them are just young boys, why
can I not have them as my slaves instead of those old men?.
Teela seemed at a loss for words. She took Alia by the hand.
" Let us return to your apartments first and then I will try to answer some of
your questions" she said.

Back in the apartments she sat Alia down.
" You are fifteen now my Princess" she said, and it is probably time that some
things were explained to you. I am only a slave and it is not my task. But you
have insisted and I must obey. You will be Queen some day, so you must know
these things. I doubt if the Emperor will ever enlighten you."
" My father will tell me nothing" Alia said, he rarely even sees me. You may
be a slave but you are my friend. I know that one day I will be Queen, and
when that day comes I will free you. It will be my first task".
" Then I will answer your questions as best I can" Teela said quietly.
Alia smiled.
" Tell me about the slaves, the young boys, why does my father keep so many of
them?.
Teela took a deep breath.
" This may shock you" she said. You see Princess, your father prefers young
boys to girls. He takes them to his bed. It has been so for many years".
Alia stared at her.
"Do you wish me to continue?" said Teela.
Alia nodded.
" This will shock you even more. You see, some of them are not complete boys"
" What do you mean -- not complete boys?.
Teela took a deep breath.
" He castrates them first".

To be continued.

* * *


The Plan

Summary: A boy with a plan

The Plan

	"We have decided to go out tonight and you are to stay here
alone!" mother said.His parents left. he was alone. He went and took
a hot bath. all of the sudden he got an idea! The first thing he did
was shave his scrotum clean .then He got out of the tub dried off and
went down to the the office.he grabbed a rubber band,
novocaine,syringe,a pair of surgical scissors and a cauterizing iron.
He also got a bowl from the kitchen. Then he went upstairs back to
the bathroom. Locked the door.

	He was ready. He plugged in the cauterizing iron giving it
plenty of time to heat up. He then took the syringe and filled it up
with novocaine.first he injected his scrotum.Then he did each of the
vas deverens, and finally each testicle. He waited about ten minutes
for his sac to become numb. He took the rubber band and wrapped it
tightly around the base of his scrotum.Then he twisted the rubber
band and wrapped tight twice.and a third time.

	He took the scissors and placed them right above the rubber
band on the top of his scrotum. He placed the bowl directly under
himself.He  was facing the mirror. His scrotum was now all tight with
the rubber band placed where it was. The scissors were still open but
had all part of the scrotum within it boundries. It was time.

	" They are gonna be sorry for not letting me go out!" he
said. He then quicky closed the scissors. He was looking at himself
in the mirror and was watching as his scrotum in an instant fell from
his body into the bowl. It was done. He took the cauterizing iron and
placed it on the wound  for a good minute.  There was no blood loss.
He couldn't feel a thing where is balls once hung between his legs.
His scrotum was now sitting in the bowl waiting for him to do
something with it. The rubber band was still holding his nut sac
tight. He took a jar and filled it with formedehyde. He then
unwrapped the rubber band three times opening up his scrotum. He then
for the first time got a good look at his testicles. he picked up his
right testicle by the severed vas deverens to study it more
closely."so thats what a testicle looks like! I am so glad I cut
them off ". He then put the testicle in the jar along with the left
testicle and the now emptied scrotum. he closed the jar.

	He stayed that way all his life after that night. Nobody ever
found out about it. He kept the jar in his safe where only he knew
the combination. That way he knew where they would be safe.


750 Fuck Chapter 2

Summary: He is taking a bath with piss

` Now he is on a clear glass top table. His legs were spread wide and his arms
were tied above his head. His egg size balls were hung low covering his
asshole. A guy named Gary came up to him and said “you will be set free after
you receive 750 fucks. You will sleep, eat, piss, shit, even die in this
building. So get use to it.” `

Sean told him that he could bring money from his home and he would pay a lot
more if he was set free. Gary didn’t care about the money. A guy came by the
table and injected something on Sean’s arm. Sean passed out.

He woke up on a tub in a center of the room. His hands were still tied behind
his back. He saw a guy pointing a gun at his head and he took it as warning
sign.

The tub was empty but soon it to be filled with piss. At each time, 10 guys
came around his tub and started to piss on him. Gold, clear, green piss landed
on his body and some guys are pointing at his hair, nose, and mouth. When he
opened his mouth to breath, some of urines went into his mouth. He gagged and
tried to spit it out. After 10 people emptied their bladder, another 10 people
came around his tub and did same thing.

He lost count but he was being bathed by several hundreds of guys and his tub
started to fill up to his stomach. And then, Gary placed an electric-shock
device collar around Sean’s neck. Gary removed the handcuffed and pushed a
button on the remote controller, and 750 guys saw Sean being zapped in a tub.
Zapping lasted about 20 seconds. Sean knew if he didn’t listen to them then he
would get the consequences. Sean hardly stood up with his weak legs. A guy
came up to him and inserted his dick in Sean’s ass. Sean yelped when the dick
was inserted. Sean soon felt warm liquid entering through his asshole and
suddenly he felt urge to go. Gary told him to hold the piss. Another guy came
up and started to fill him up. About 20 people filled him up and the procedure
took 10 min, because some guys’ dicks were huge and thick. Luckily urines in
his ass served as “lubricant.” Gary told Sean to step out of the tub. Two guys
came over and put him down on a table. Then, Gary pushed his remote button,
750 guys watched Sean pissing/shitting in every direction while his body was
shaking wild. It took few minute for him to get hold of himself. His whole
body was covered with shit and piss.

* * *


The Audition (gay, nullification)

The Audition

I was a good looking young man with a great personality and I thought acting

would be fun. Five years of waiting tables proved otherwise. I thought I was

a great actor. Evidently, he producers and directors of California did not.

I got word of an audition for a high paying movie role. I went. It was going

to be my last. I needed to get out of town and find something to do with my

life, the acting didnt seem to be working. I showed up at a warehouse in a

dilapidated part of town at the prescribed time. It was a small cattle call.

There were thirty other men waiting around for something to get started.

There were all just as great looking as me, just as hungry, just as desperate.

I didnt stand a chance. A guy came out of an office and herded us into a

corner. He needed to see torsos and legs. Thirty men promptly stripped to

their shorts, me included. I was getting a little aroused. Ten of us were

invited into the office. Inside were four other judges. Probably the

producer, director and maybe some other actors. They explained we were

auditioning for an adult film. No one left the room. Everyone had to drop

their shorts. Three of the men started feeling our bodies and taking

measurements. I made the cut. Me and two other well-built studs. We were

still naked, standing before the desk when contracts were placed before us.

$5000 for 1 days work. We fought each other for the pen to sign first. The

other applicants were sent away. The filming began immediately.

We were given a dry run through the script, if you could call it that. We

each had to jerk off alone, then jerk off each other, then three of the men

would bring us to a final climax. That was it. Sounded good to me. I really

needed the money. Well we spent the morning and early afternoon shooting the

first two parts. After a long rest we started with the three men who helped

pick us in the first place. They were all of similar build. The took off

their shirts and left only their jeans on. They each paired up with one of us

new actors and went to work. My guy began sucking my cock with supreme skill.

I was in heaven. The other two pairs were following our lead. He stopped

well short of my climax and started wrapping my dick in rope. Next he stood

behind my and looped two leather cuffs over his wrists. He started massaging

my cock and jerking me off. I didnt even notice the thin wire between the

cuffs which he wrapped around my cock and balls. I was in the middle of a

powerful climax and spewing loads of cum when he and the other two jerked

their wrists away from our bodies good and hard. One second I was in the

midst of pleasure the next second my genitals dropped to the floor. Two other

sets joined mine on the floor soon after. The camera caught the shock and

pain on our faces. The bits of rope were still tied around a stump of skin

that was all that was left of my powerful manhood. Gone forever. A doctor

was on hand to sew up the damage. Three studs were just pruned for a genital

snuff film. My starring role. I couldnt even consider a career in adult

films, except as a freak. I now had a smooth muscular body with nothing

attached in the crotch. The three of us new stars were in a makeshift

recovery room when the three castrators came in. We would have beat the crap

out of them if we could have gotten up. They were amazed we were stupid

enough to sign up for the film. They showed us the fine print in our

contracts that didnt promise there would be no permanent damage. I was

thinking about how I would live my life without genitals and where I could

move to when the three came up with an offer. Would we like to be in another

film? "How you fucking pricks? You cut off our dicks." "Well, you could be

the castrators." They gradually pulled down their jeans to reveal three

denuded groins. Six men were in the room. Not even an ounce of genital flesh

between us. Evidently, they had starred in a film of their own. I reached

over and grabbed the nearest guy to me and started exploring his crotch.

Feeling what mine had now become. I was strangely aroused. Life as a neuter

might be interesting.


RULES for males

Summary: Rules set up in the new female rule society. Rules given to all young women on how to treat males.

THE RULES:
These are the regulation which pertain to males. All young women
should read them and apply them to their males in this female
supreme society.
1. All males are subject to females. Males must obey all females
especially their wife.
2. Young women may select a man of any age to serve her.
3. On the day of marriage the wife is encouraged to show her
dominance in the relationship during the wedding ceremony. It is
customary for the male-groom to be naked during th ceremony. The
final act of marriage requires the male to stand before the female-
only audience and display his genitals. The wife must cut off
either the male's foreskin, or one or both testes, or perform a
penectomy if she desires. (The femdom regulation recommend cutting
of at least one of the testes to display the wifes supremacy in the
marriage).
4. Males are required to go naked in public. If the wife wants to
clothe the male, then it is still required that a portion of his
genitals be displayed to the public. The femdom society has found
that displaying the penis or testes in public has controlled males
aggression significantly. If the male has an erection in public
then the wife is encouraged to discipline the male by striking the
erect penis or striking the testes with femdom whip which is issued
to every women at age 12.
5. If the male's penis is dripping cum or precum then the wife or
any women who view this is encouraged to immediately command the
male to wipe it off. Women are not encouraged to touch the penis,
as this is degrading.
6. If the wife believes that the male's penis smells too much, she
can command him to immedialely wash it. If the wife desires she can
perform a penectomy get rid of the smell.
7. Males who have been castrated by their wifes are in higher
social rank than those who have testes. Males who have the penis
and testes removed are even higher rank in society.
8. If the wife has children she must bring them up in the femdom
society. The wife must make sure that the daughter view her fathers
genitals before 12. The daughter is given the option at age 14
castrate her father. Sons should not be circumcised. THe
circumcision of the foreskin is done during the wedding ceremony
when the young male marries.  All males should be circumcised befor
age 30. All males should be castrated at age 40. All males over 50
should have a penectomy.
9. Vaginal penetration by the penis is forbidden. As such, the
penis is considered a useless organ. IF the wife desires sexual
pleasure from her male, she can have sex with other females. Or if
she choose she can place on a strap-on dildo and penetrate her
male's anus.
10. Males are forbidden to masturbate.
11. All males must have the penis pierced by any type of ring. The
femdom society encourage a ring placed through the head of the
penis.


peepers creepers

Summary: Curiosity killed the cat and curiosity killed my cock.

I have been looking at my mothers magazines and at the underwear adds mostly.
Looking at the bra and imagining the breasts underneath. Mostly though I have
been staring at the panty and just seeing how tight they were. Down there
there was no cock or balls. I imagined that they were completely smooth down
there. I had no concept of a vagina - I thought they must pass water from
their anus. Just looking at these pictures is enough to make me erect and a
feeling of pressure in my groin area.

I set up the magazine against the wall. I grasp my aching balls in my left
hand and lift and squeeze them as I stroke my foreskin up and down over my
purple nob. I give the foreskin a hard tug now and return to the rythmic
stroking that builds the pressure in my groin. The stroking causes my balls to
tighten as I feel even my ass hole sort of draw into my body. My body begins
to shake as my ass, cock and balls all begin to spasm over and over. The tip
of my cock feels a sudden pulse of pure preasure and my knob swells suddenly
then all my feelings are centered on the tip of my cock as spasm after spasm
is accompanied by wave after wave of pure pleasure and squirt after squirt of
thick,white and warm spunk spurt out. The first over my head the second on my
chest and the next on my belly and the last over my pumping hand. I want to
keep going keep this intense pleasure going ans it sweeps from the tip of my
cock to evvelope my whole pelvis and shoot up my backbone to the top of my
head.

Now the sensitivity comes in and I stroke my cock softly now and still squeeze
my balls. Now the sensitivity is too much and I gently slide my foreskin over
my nob and release my balls. Suddenly the bedroom door slams open and my
mother is screaming as she sees me with newly spent spunk all over my chest
and stomach. Her sister is beside her and now I am a filthy beast and a
pervert. My mother grabs me in a full Nelson hold and drives me to my knees.
My aunt has pushed a chair in front of me and grasping my cock by the foreskin
streaches my cock out over the chair. No NO!! she has an axe in her hand. Bang
the axe comes down hard. Ow, fuck she chopped into my knob. Bang - the axe
comes again ooow fuck fuck fuck my knob is off. Mothers knee is in my back
keeping what is left of my cock on the chair.

Bang bang bang ooowww fuck fuck fuuuuuuck all my cock is gone. Now I am a
disgusting pig. My cock is in pieces and blood shoots almost across the room.
I, I see everything going grey now b l a c k.

* * *


A Roman Punishment

Summary: A lazy Roman Captain and his man are punished by the Governor of Carthage

` `

A Roman Punishment

The time: 100 BC

The Place: The Roman Colony near Carthage

The Governor was angry. He had told his captain that the shipment of new
slaves from Rome was not to be touched until he returned from his trip to
Egypt. The lazy man had left them in the care of one of his men and had gone
to sleep. The slaves were a special shipment, requested by the governor. Five
males from the German Colonies, young men, 18 to 19 years old, all blonds.
Just the way the Governor liked them. But that was spoiled now. Now that the
lazy captain’s man had defiled one of them. While the captain slept, he had
taken one of the young slaves out of the holding cell, and had his way with
him all night. And if that wasn’t enough, he had gelded him at the end of the
night’s activities.

Well, now he would pay. The Governor looked down the steps of the city hall,
to the courtyard in front of it. There the man who had committed these crimes
was tied to a frame. He was naked but for a small loin cloth that barely
covered his genitals. The whole Centurion regiment was lined up behind him, to
view his punishment.

The governor called out to his lazy captain. “Captain Martinus, you lazy dog,
it will be your duty to carry out this man’s punishment. I hope you enjoy it,
for when you are done, you will then enter my chambers for your own private
reward for these actions. Carry on.” He then took a seat at the top of the
stairs, and watched what followed.

Captain Martinus stood there sweating in the noon day sun. He could feel the
sweat running down his back. He was wearing the special costume selected by
the Governor for this day’s duties. The helmet of a Centurion was on his head
and the standard breast plate was covering his chest, but at his waist it all
changed. There a thin leather belt was all he wore. It ran around his back,
just above his ass, to the front where it dipped down and under his scrotum.
It pulled his genitals upward and to the front. They had been shaved, and his
testicles bulged outward under the pressure of the belt. His penis was semi
hard and stood straight out six inches. He took a deep breath and began his
task.

To be continued…

* * *


Easy Money

Summary: College boy responds to an ad....

` "This way" Mr. Adams, the receptionist smiled as she pointed to a plain
white door at the clinic. Dr. Massey will with you shortly. `

The young man entered the examining room and waited fornthe dr to appear. The
check for$ 250.00 would make for a good part week-end. The ad had said just 2
visits to the clinic were required-each one no more than an hour.

Dr Massey entered. She was a pleasant middle aged woman with a scholarly air
about her. "Edward-i see you have completed the required paperwork..good good
she said softly. he had signed a few papers but paid no attention to them. Ill
perform your bi-lateral orchiectomy with minimum pain..Now lets get you
started.." a bi-what he said? I thought this was a simple uh.study....Oh it is
Edward-ill have your testicles and scrotum removed within 30 minutes and youll
be on your way! Before he realized it the needle was jabbed into his arm and
he felt himself drift off.

As he waited for his follow-up exam he wondered if the receptionist knew he
was now a eunuch? Dr. massey smiled as she looked at the young mans now soft
and quite tiny penis...Yes Edward she said you have healed very well and i
know as the years pass my treatment for anxiety will become more popular.
Thank you Dr Massey the young eunuch replied.

As he left the receptionist smiled at him and he knew she knew..

He did not realize he had not even noticed herfull breasts and round behind.

But how could he?

* * *


Castration Invention

Summary: New Device for Safely castrating.

I was having a routine blood pressure test at the doctor's and the nurse
wrapped the band around my arm. She was using one of the latest electrical
machines. The band tightened much quicker than the older type and I found a
certain pleasure in the process. Then it occurred to me that if I could adapt
the machine to enclose a scrotum, it might be of interest to some one into
castration play, like me. I bought myself a machine and set to work adapting
it. Now it was time to test it out. I slipped the hollow loop of surgical
rubber over my balls and tightened it a bit, then over the loop I put the
velcro sleeve to enclose and restrict the tubing . That would then allow the
tube to inflate within the velcro but, not being able to expand outwards, it
would expand inwards, crushing the cords to my balls. Here goes! I switched
the machine on and immediately the compressed air surged through the surgical
tubing. Wow! What an intense pressure there was. My penis leapt to attention,
producing the hardest boner I'd had in ages. This was even more intense than a
calicrate bander. My balls immediately became shiny and dark. I let the
pressure get even more intense before stoping the pressure getting any more.
This was a serious machine. After a few seconds, I released the pressure and
had a breather. However, I couldn't resist doing it again and again. There is
no doubt - this could be the safest and most bloodless way of castrating
someone.

Any one want to volunteer? I think that I'll have to patent it.

* * *


Joe (prologue)

GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR

Summary: This is a setup for a fantasy world where humans are destroyed but their genetically engineered creations fight to inherit the planet. This is not a commentary on environment, religion or politics. So enjoy.

Man had reached his zenith in the 21st century. For thousands of years, nature
was a danger for man, but man had made the earth dangerous for nature.
Resources were depleted rapidly and many species became extinct. The human
population became so great that farms were moved into orbit and natural
resources were farmed from the asteroid belt. This was terribly dangerous work
and one company, ManGen, bio-engineered a new breed of human with smaller
brains, and as strong as a gorilla. The small brain made them more submissive
and the huge muscles made them ideal for work in rough off-planet conditions.
These broad shouldered and broad hipped endomorphs were called Hei. Many died
in off world mining projects.

At the same time the wealthy had a burning need for companionship and didn’t
want to risk scandal with prostitutes or financial ruin with marriage. So
ManGen developed pleasure models. The male version was nicknamed Joe. Their
starting size was 6’5” and cocks were no smaller than 10”. All were perfect
mesomorphs. Mostly blond, but some redheads and brunettes with blue eyes and
perfect tans. It didn’t take long for the wealthy to start abusing their
property. At first they arranged athletic competitions where the Joes
excelled. This progressed to wrestling matches where the winning Joe fucked
the loser. Finally, cockfights were setup where Joes were armed with blades
strapped to their elbows, shoulders, knees and wrists. Many died in the ring.

But neither the Hei or Joe had any rights since their DNA was manufactured and
they had a termination date of 30 years. They were not considered human.
Events changed their luck.

The earth had had enough of human domination and started to react violently.
The planet heated up, polar ice caps melted and weather became tropical.
Floods retook the coastal areas. Even the Sahara turned into a flooded
mangrove forest. Finally the oceans died and massive amounts of poison gas
swept across the continents.

With the weather so violent, sometimes critical food shipments were delayed or
food storage facilities were flooded. Massive city wide food riots broke out
and society began to break down.

The military went to ManGen and asked for Hei to control the riots. ManGen
developed Hei which were highly aggressive. Releasing Hei into riot areas was
very effective. The Hei armed with riot sticks mercilessly wiped out the
rioter and innocent bystander alike. Identifying the innocent would have been
too complex for the Hei to understand. The military was pleased and began
replacing infantry units with Hei. Officers remained human and were needed to
direct the Hei.

Even the UN had military Hei since no country wanted to donate troops with so
many problems at home. But caught up in a corruption scandal the UN missed a
food shipment for a Hei army, and it turned on its officers and went rogue.
The free Hei raided the agro-hei and started interbreeding and spreading their
aggressive genes. National Hei units sent to subdue the rogue army, changed
sides and joined the rogue Hei. This massive army spread like army ants and
raided cities for food. When the city ran out of food, the Hei ate the humans.

Again the military went to ManGen. ManGen didn’t have enough time to conjure
up a better blend of Hei DNA, so they gave the military their high-end
pleasure models. Although the DNA was exactly the same as a Joe, ManGen
charged a premium for these Tarzan class Joe. The first GI Joe units were
highly efficient warriors, but the Hei hordes were too many and overwhelmed
them. As the economy began to collapse, society was unable to give the Joe’s
the equipment they needed to fight the Hei. They were given rifles, boots,
helmets to receive orders and ammo packs. No body armor - not even shorts. The
army didn’t have a jock strap that could hold a Joe’s big package.

For society, the war footage looked like a giant gladiator event. The mob
loved seeing the heroic looking Joes fighting the Hei hordes. The casualty
rates were terrible. The Joes started demanding better equipment and rights.
Neither was given. Society didn’t consider them human. Even the Pope, who kept
young Joes (nicknamed Joeys) as altar boys, ruled that Joe and Hei had no
souls and were therefore not covered by God’s vicarious grace. Even at the end
of human civilization, humans did not want to recognize their abuse of the Joe
and Hei.

At the battle of New Los Angeles (old LA was underwater), a Joe watched as a
horde of Hei surrounded the city. Inside the walls was an ungrateful city of
fat humans. Outside, his hungry kin were preparing to lay siege. His helmet
buzzed with a message from his commanding officer who was sitting in an air
conditioned office in downtown New Los Angeles. The battlefront was no longer
safe for human officers to bother showing up. He could hear his officer
smacking his lips as he ate a donut. The Joe hated him. He hated how his
officer would come into the barracks late at night after a battle and fuck one
of the sleeping Joe. Now the officer gave the same instructions.

“Defend the gate at all cost.” With artillery and laser canons the first wave
would be wiped out, but Joe knew that was only the beginning. Joe scratched
his bare butt. He hated that fat officer fucking him. Joe responded with “Sir.
Yessir, defend the gate at all cost.” The officer clipped off before Joe
finished. Joe looked at the battered gate, looked at the horde, and looked
behind at the gleaming city.

Even though he wasn’t an officer, the other Joes defending the wall, looked to
him for direction and inspiration. They called him Manley even though the
humans didn’t recognize his name. He smiled at his brothers as he walked along
the wall. Some of the Joe looked younger than 18. ManGen had slipped
production dates due to resource shortages. Joes aged the same as humans so
much planning was involved in supplying so many units. The military had even
been forced to confiscate Joe’s from the wealthy and clergy. It became a
patriotic effort to donate Joe to the military. Manley could tell some of the
Joey belonged to some dirty old priest. The Joey had the least chance in a
battle and was treated no differently by the Hei. They would be sliced open
and eaten like the rest.

Loud explosions marked the beginning of the artillery barrage. Too early,
thought Manley. The Hei hadn’t begun to attack. Some jittery downtown officer
had given the order too soon. The cities guns blasted and churned up the
ground around the city for two hours. Dust swirled around the walls. The city
only wanted to spend money for two hours worth of bombing. Plus it was loud
and disturbed the inhabitants. Now with the dust heavy in the air, the Hei
attacked. Manley cursed that he didn’t have working infrared goggles. He could
hear the war cries getting closer.

The strategy was simple. The powerful Hei would run a bomb made from
fertilizer to the gate and set it off. It was a suicide mission but effective.
The gate was weak from repeated bombings. The Joe fight before the gate and
fall back while Joe on the walls defend their retreat. The humans promised
reinforcements and air support every day but never delivered. Manley had
already selected Joe to defend the gate. Unlike human officers, Manley always
joined his men before the gate.

Manley called his officer. “Sir, Need another round now. Sir” He didn’t
mention the first barrage was too early. Humans hated having their mistakes
pointed out. “Sorry Joe. You know the rules. Only 2 hours. Especially today.
The honorable mayor, Miguel Continflando, is giving a diversity speech this
morning before the parade. Maybe after the speech. I’ll talk to the mayor.”
The officer clipped off again.

Manley was fucked and still couldn’t see anything. They would have to fight
blind. Support from the walls would be useless. “Diversity? The longer he
waits de verse its going to get.” At least this explained why there were no
news cameras to film the bloody battle today. They were all watching the mayor
and the diversity pride parade. Joe looked at his men. He wondered who would
make it. He wondered why he was trying. “Change of plans boys. The mayor wants
diversity. Open the gates!” His men were confused. They only opened a small
hole near the gate. Never the main gate. “Open it. Humans want diversity, lets
give it to them.” The Joes were confused but obeyed Manley. He had led them
into many brutal battles and trust was unquestioned.

Manley removed his helmet and ordered his men to follow him. Manley gave final
orders for all defenders to head for the port and remove their helmets. His
men complied and followed him into the city. Manley led them through the
access tunnels as the mayor pontificated above them. With their powerful
lungs, the marathon run to the port was no problem. Above them the obligatory
applause turned to shrieks of terror as Hei joined the parade. The Joes
started to laugh for the first time in months.

Arriving in the port, everything looked calm. Everyone was at the parade. The
few workers on the docks seemed bored. Manley knew it would take a little
while for the Hei to chew through the city, so he calmly selected the biggest
yachts and ordered the port workers to fuel them. The big guns (both military
and muscular) convinced the workers to act. His men raided the fish markets
and loaded up the ships. They were only given a tasteless paste to eat - never
real food and never fresh fish. Manley waved goodbye to the ungrateful city as
they sailed off. Manley hoped the Hei wouldn’t get sick eating his commanding
officer.

With the Joe in rebellion, the human race was finished. The Hei flooded into
the cities devouring everything and everyone. Civilization didn’t just
collapse it disappeared. What the Hei left, nature devoured. The directors of
ManGen realized that humans would be extinct while Hei and Joe were around.
Bioweapons were ineffective since the DNA was too similar to human DNA. Prior
to being eaten by Hei, the pope had proposed religion as a solution. BioGen
developed a shaman Hei. The shaman preached that consuming humans was bad and
that eating Joe was good and would give them life beyond their termination
date. To save time, the whole Joe did not have to be consumed - just the
balls. ManGen then sent an emissary to the Joe and explained that the Joe were
not only physically superior to the humans, they were the next step in human
evolution. They were bred from nymphs and were therefore gods. The emissary
pleaded forgiveness on behalf of the human race and pleaded for help against
the Hei.

The directors held their ManGen board meeting to discuss the progress. The
myth appealed to the Joe’s new sense of confidence and independence, but they
refused to help their former masters. It was divine punishment. The Hei also
adopted of their new religion but still ate humans since food was getting
scarce. Religion had failed. As the directors explored more creative options,
the Hei burst into the compound. The directors swallowed their suicide pills
and sipped tea for the last time. The creature had returned to its creator.

Two thousand years passed and no trace was left of the great cities. Nature
was back in balance. A few scattered tribes of Hei and Joe roamed the planet
and remained hostile to each other but lived in accord with nature.

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