The Gymnast

The Gymnast

It was extremely simple. I could not do the splits. I had to do the splits

to compete. Something had to be done. I had excelled in gymnastics in high

school and even made the college team. I had trained hard for the last two

years to make it to the state championships. I could even have a shot at

trying out for the olympics. If only I could do the splits. My groin simply

would not cooperate. The trainer at college new of a doctor willing to do

underground surgery. I signed up. I figured a few ligaments could be

released and off I would go to a great gymnastic career. The doctor got it

wrong. He thought my cock and balls were in the way. He simply removed them

and made my crotch more mobile too. I woke up in a white room and my head

started spinning. I looked down at my bandaged crotch and passed out. It was

few days before I was up and about. I didnt realize the full extent of my

modifications until I started to change the bandaging myself. I kept

unwrapping and unwrapping until I realized that my normally large bulging

crotch was dwindling without revealing any cock or balls. The surgeon was

very neat. You couldnt even tell I was born with a nice long penis and large

egg-shaped balls. My muscular toned body was a nearly perfect specimen of

manhood. I just dont have the manhood to back it up. I was devastated at

the time but have grown accustomed to my altered state. It certainly made

gymnastics easier. My flexibility was so good that the judges couldnt

believe their eyes when I performed my floor routine. Unfortunately, I didnt

make a career out of gymnastics. I didnt make the final cut for the

championships. So now Im an accountant in a large firm downtown. If you see

me in a business suit, you would never know. Even in shorts and a t-shirt you

would never guess. Im a perfectly normal male with a tan v-shaped body and a

great looking face. Polished off with the right clothes I can go anywhere

from the nicest restaurant to the gym. No one would ever be able to tell that

I had my genitals removed three years ago. So Im actively searching for a

life partner. He needs to be a great guy with an open mind. He also needs to

be willing to share his genitals with me on a daily basis. I like the look

and feel of a great set of cock and balls. Cant seem to get my hands on

enough of them lately. So are there any guys out there interested in hooking

up with a cockless, nutless six foot former gymnast who can contort his body

into any position desired?


Merry X-Mas

Summary: A big Bull decides to life out a fantasy... but a predator comes along and takes advantage...

The Zebracorn smiled wickedly down at the big dirty brown bovine kneeling
before him. As he swiftly run the bone saw back and forth, cutting through
that long dangerous horn. "Your not going to be needing these anymore..." The
smirking Zebracorn snickered lewdly, as the humiliated Bull snorted and
trembled in anger and shame. Wondering how he'd let himself get into this
position... miles and miles from nowhere in a cold dirty barn. As his long
deadly horn was cut off to an in offensive little nub, that horn tip joining
the other on the filthy barn floor.

It had all started as a naughty sexual adventure on the Internet, he'd been
hanging out in a Bondage and Domination site. When he'd met this big Haflinger
in the chat room... at least he'd claimed to be a Haflinger. He'd had some
great pictures of his huge powerful equine body... claimed to be a top... Who
would use and abuse the Bull in extreme ways even he'd not thought of... Well
that much at least had been true... they had played on line for a few months.
And then the big Haflinger had offered up an exceedingly exciting and
dangerous fantasy...

He would abduct the big Bull... take him to his barn of punishment and do all
the things they both liked to him... The big Bull would have to drive himself
out to a seclude spot, and blindfold and handcuff himself to a post. The big
Horse would then drive up sometime later with the key to the cuff's, and
abduct him... He'd resisted at first... it was just to dangerous. But as they
role played it over and over again the big Bull started to want it more and
more. Until one night after a long RP session... he'd agreed to do it X-mas
eve night.

The big Horse had given him instructions on where to go, and how to get there.
So that Saturday night he'd done it, and so was standing blindfolded and
handcuffed to and old lamp post. When the old van had came rattling up the
door opened and hoof beats approached. A deep voice had chuckled lewdly as
those hoof beats circled around him looking him over. “Well... well what have
we got here?” That deep scary voice had wondered amused as warm hands
unbuckled his belt. Stripping his pants off so those hands could fondle him
very intimately. The situation had him aroused already, and his molesters warm
fingers only made it worse.

“Wha...What are you doing?” Teddy had protested scared that someone would come
along and see... But that amused voice remain soft, lazy and uncaring. As his
unseen molester chuckled in amusement at the Bull's arousal, even as he jacked
him off playfully. Then something musky smelling/tasting was jammed into his
muzzle and taped in place. Clearly his abductor don't want to hear his
concerns, it took the Bull a few minute to realize it was his own underwear in
his muzzle.

“Aint this a nice surprise... it's not every day I find sweet meat like this
just hangin' around helpless.” His molester had laughed as he moved away, back
over to the van taking out something. Metal had rattled and hinges had
squeaked, and then he felt a tug on the handcuffs. There was a loud snap as
the chain was cut, his hands pulled back from around that post. But were
quickly bond once again, this time by duct tape... He was frog marched over
and shoved into the back of the van, then his ankles were taped together as
well... The old doors squeaked and then slammed closed, and then they were on
the road...

It was endless hours later when the old van rumbled into a big cavernous
structure, the door squeaked open and he was drag out. Falling onto the cold
damp dirt floor, while his abductor knelt over him. And began cutting his
jacket and shirt off, the big Bull struggling against his bonds then.
Destroying his clothes was not play of the game... but his abductor just
snickered and kicked him. Warning him to lay still or he'd get hurt a lot
worse that a few bruised ribs. Once his shirt and jacket were cut off... he
was dragged with much huffing and puffing across the filthy barn floor.

It struck him as strange that a huge Haflinger would have that much trouble.
And as he was lifted up and tied to a thick wooden post his blindfold slipped
off. Revealing that his abductor was a short round bellied Zebracorn...
“MMMWWTTFF?” He'd exclaimed into his gag, as the Zebracorn replaced the duct
tape with black ropes. Then buckled a wide leather collar around his thick
neck. “I like the nipple rings...” His abductor snickered, as he cut the duct
tape off the Bull's muzzle. And pulled those now soaking wet jocky shorts from
the big Bovines mouth.

“Dude... seriously what the FU....UMMMM.” He'd tried to protest but a big
orange ball gag was quickly shoved between his jaws and buckled in place. At
least he was able to breath better now, as the ball had a hole through its
center. He listened to his breath whistle through that hole, as his abductor
stood up and began stripping off his own clothing. The Zebracorn was sporting
an amazingly long black erection, which he fondled gloatingly. As he lay out a
number of wicked looking tools, as well as some standard bondage toys.

“Now yer all mine!” He chortled moving up to look the big Bull over again,
noting the dirt and mud smeared fur. “Where to begin?” The Zebracorn wondered,
but then his black lip's twisted up into a wicked smirk. “It was a long
ride... I think I need to relieve myself...” He laughed standing up to the
Bull's head he grabbed those long horns. And then pressed his cock tip to the
hole in the ball gag... “Get ready to swallow...” He laughed when the Bull
tried to shake his head no... “Swallow or drown makes No difference to me!”

Teddy snapped out of his reminiscence as the Zebracorn setting the saw aside,
and then picked up a strange looking tool. Fitting to tiny green bands on the
prongs, he compressed the handles stretching those bands out wide. Then
slipped them over the big Bull's huge testicles one at a time, sliding them up
the sack neck. Until they almost touched the Bull's huge rock hard cock, then
he released those handles and the jaws snapped closed. The green bands
slipping off the prong, shrinking back down to their tiny size. Pinching deep
into that delicate flesh... squeezing off the veins and arteries. Strangling
those fat nut, and causing a painful ache in the pit of the big Bull's
stomach. Teddy moaned through the hole in his ball gag, as the Zebracorn
tossed the bander aside. And picked up a big pair of shears... holding them up
in front of the Bull's eye's, he opened and closed them with a loud. 'SNICK!'

“Yeah... ya won't be needin' these either my little Steer.” The wicked
Zebracorn snickered, as he sliding those big shear between the bands.
“NNNNNNNNNNUNUUU...” Teddy squealed through the hole in his gag... as his
abductor slowly closed those razor sharp jaws. There was a blinding sickening
flash of pain, and the his big ball sack was laying in the Zebracorn's palm.
“Now yer just a helpless rut boi Steer forever...” His abductor laughed
tossing his dissevered jewels into the dirt with his horn tip's. “Yer know
whats comin' next...” The Zebracorn sneered lewdly, as he moved around behind
the big dirty Steer. Lifting his short tail up and smearing his clenched tail
hole with spit, and then Teddy moaned in pain. As two feet of thick black
equine cock was roughly shoved up his ass! “Yer a hell of a X-mas present...”
The Zebracorn moaned into his ear as he rocked back and forth sodomizing him
repeatedly...

It was some days later what Teddy was recovering in the Hospital that the
Police tracked down his internet buddy. Turns out he was a teenage fox... not
the Zebracorn at all...

FIN

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Hot Spring Hotel

` Driving down a long valley I noticed glitter along what had always been just
trees and grass. `

A small sign on the road said. "Hot Springs Hotel"

Down a long gravel driveway stood a large dilapidated hotel, surrounded by
rows of cars. The hill behind was dotted with tents.

Some of the stucco had come off and some of the walls stood without a roof. A
new sign read "Entrance" with a red arrow pointing down an alley between the
grand stucco portch and what looked like a roofless outbuilding. The small
alley had mowed, watered grass and a flagstone path to a door in the back
wall.

At the side of the door was a shoe brush and a sign at eye level, "Please
brush shoes before entering." I brushed my shoes and opened the door.

The smell of roasting garlic hit me.

A lady was sitting on a small wooden bench putting shoes on a child.

A large glass curio held some old china, rusted farm artifacts, old photos and
newspaper clippings about the hotel.

There was a wall of cubby holes for shoes. It was full and pairs of shoes
covered the half of the vestibule that wasn't carpeted.

Through an archway to a hall, one side more cubby holes filled with shoes.
(8X12 twice and the shoes on the floor- over 200 pairs of shoes) The front of
the hall had a unixes restroom. Across from the vestibule was a large room
with sofas and tables where women and children were laughing and chatting,
looking at books together. No TV's or computers but no men either.

A fellow popped his head up in a window and asked if he could help me.

I asked if the Hot springs were open to the public. Yup. $5.00 for the plunge.
$13.00 with the buffet and free with a room. Is this your first time here?

Yeah

The steam room, indoor plunge, shower, and change room are clothing optional,
but put on a suit for the outdoor pool. No glass in the pool areas. Men at the
end of the hall.

I never saw a women's change room or any other openings in the hall.

The change room was huge with four open skylights, two massage tables, two
divider walls with pegs separating three changing benches over 10 feet long.
Pegs with clothes covered the partitions and periferal walls except for two
large round mirrors and one old pedistal sink.

From the change room I found a room with two urinals and four closed toilet
stalls, another door revealed a room with four shower heads, a door to the
steam room, and stairs to an indoor hot pool about 4 feet deep and 20 feet
square. Outside there was one young fellow sunbathing and two women in the
pool.

Nobody to be seen anywhere. Yet there was enough clothing on the pegs for 40
guys. Back in the change room after a plunge and a few minutes in the "all to
Hot" steam room. I noticed another door with a sign hanging "Massage in
Progress"

The door opened and the first five guys out had raging hard ons and multiple
elastrator bands around ther balls. They marched straight down the stairs and
into the indoor pool. The twenty guys following them were eunuchs. some were
old and gray but most were young, fit, trim athletic adults like the five just
banded.

Just then a youngster about 8 years old walked through the change room to the
toilets. No one looked embarassed to be naked without balls in front of a kid.
When the kid left, One guy said. "I guess you've seen. Want to join us?"

Join us how? I asked nervously.

As eunuchs!

No, but I have to admit I am curious. What's it like to be a eunuch?

It's great just ask anyone here.

I know it makes you sterile but wouldn't a vasectomy do?

Once they're gone you won't worry about them any more.

What do you mean worry about them?

You still have them. Once they're gone you'll realize how much they were in
the way. Shifting when you sit. How often you stand and reposssition them. How
anxious they make you. How often you bump or catch them. How aggressive they
make you. Life without them is a lot calmer.

There are five guys down in the pool losing their nus. Why?

Ask them.

Down in the pool there were lots of guys. The guys with the bands kept feeling
them. The eunuchs asking them if they were still OK, and generally being
supportive. Posibly reliving their own castration and offering encouragement.

The warm water loosening their scrotums letting the bands bite tighter while
helping the guys relax.

Finally one of the banded guys complained that he was getting pain in his
balls. One older eunuch said. "Follow me."

I followed him and the five guys back to the massage room where he pulled out
a package of disposable insulin srynges and a pint of "Everclear" grain
alcohol.

The banded guys injected themselves using several injections in different
places until they felt no pain.

I was asked by one of the banded guys if I wanted to join them with some
bands.

I said. "NO."

He said we meet every three years for this. You don't want to wait that long.
Go ahead try it.

Suddenly it hit me that they really wanted me to become a eunuch!!!

I got dressed and out of there faster than a criminal breaking out of prison.

As I left I noticed license plates from Florida, New York, Georgia, Illinois,
New Mexico, Montana, California, Oregon basically from accross the nation.

I don't know, yet, if I'll return in three years, but it has been a curiosity.

PS: Thanks Zoroaster

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Young Bull

Summary: A Young Bull Becomes a Steer

Young Bull

By Justoneguy

The young bull bucked and jerked against the restraints that held him face
down onto the bed. His arms were tied to either pole of the headboard with his
feet, flat on the floor, tied to the feet of the bed. The bull’s body was bent
at the waist, with the mighty muscles of his chest and stomach pressed against
the soft sheets of the bed. I watched the muscles mighty bull’s back ripple
and flex as he tried to heave his heavy frame from the bed. But the restraints
held the bull firmly in place. The hoarse deep grunts and screaming cries of
defiance that called from behind the cloth and rubber gag in the bull’s mouth
filled my ears. The tufts of black hairs under his arms were damp with sweat.
The bull’s biceps bulged into strong mounds of muscle as he pulled at the
ropes that bound him in place—and bound him to his fate.

As the young buck tugged and screamed his muffled cries of fear and defiance,
I took a final look at his mighty masculine form. His butt was in the air,
straining and flexing, all muscle, as if he were preparing to penetrate his
mate. I wondered how many times this young bull had penetrated a love. Many,
many times, I knew. And he had been such a good lover—making the females under
him squirm and cry out with pleasure. Or making the women who rode his mighty
pole like he was her stallion cry out and quiver as she hung on for the ride.
How many times had he sunk his prong deep into the soft wetness of a pussy,
and how many times had a willing, panting woman clutched his mighty back and
firm butt as the pleasure his manhood gave her overwhelmed her body? His male
organ, although I couldn’t see it now, was a mighty piece of male flesh. It
was circumcised—a bull without his sheath—from birth, and was above average in
size. The bull was proud of it, no doubt. Which would add to his humiliation
and sorrow when his mighty manhood is reduced to a permanent floppy noodle.
His balls are between his legs, hanging down in a compact but loose sac. I
look at his bull balls, already tied with the band that will deep the bull
alive once I have removed them. The bull’s balls are slightly tanner than the
rest of his skin—a sign that they are ripe and mature. They—those twin hanging
oysters between his straining legs—are what was powering the strength and
spirit of this bull. Without them, he wouldn’t be a bull. He wouldn’t want
women, he wouldn’t desire sex and orgasms and ejaculations. Without them, his
body wouldn’t be fit and toned and strong. Without them, he wouldn’t be a
bull.

I reached out and took his bag of bull balls into my hand. They were warm to
the touch, and had a sheen of sweat from their owner’s struggles. They felt
loose, soft skinned but with firm orbs underneath. The bull could feel me
holding them. He jerked with all his might then, trying desperately to save
the most sensitive and important flesh of his body. The skin of his sack felt
so velvety to my hand; the orbs within so firm but soft. The bag was so
important to the bull. It was his manhood.

I took the knife from my pocket and held his warm sack of babymakers steady.
“Just hold still, young bull. It will only hurt for a moment.” The bull’s butt
muscles tensed and his body broke into a cold sweat. I put the blade against
the edge of the band and let it rest there for just a moment—the moment
between strength and weakness, between desire and ambivalence, between manhood
and nothing. The bull whimpered into his gag. And then I sliced.

His bag came free in my hand, and I held his bull balls loosely in my right
hand. The bull’s body convulsed and spasmed. I could see drool coating the
pillow around his mouth. His eyes were open, but dull and unseeing.
“Nnuuunngggg, nnuuughhhhhh,” where the straining sounds from behind his gag.
And as I looked at the castrated balls in my hand, and thought of the meal of
breaded and fried prairie oysters I would eat tonight and of the tanned and
dried change purse I would make for his velvet scrotum, I chuckled to myself.
This young bull was now and forever a steer—a gelding—a neutered sexless
steer.

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Ancient Secret

Summary: You can never escape secrets from the past...

`

Ancient Secret

I was 70 when Dan passed away. For a while I was so grief stricken I wanted to
join him. Thank God for the children.

Paul, Dominic and Amanda rallied around and sustained me. They wouldn't leave
me alone. It was so good of them. They all have their own lives and families
now. They'd loved their dad too, he'd been such a wonderful man. As Amanda
pointed out, I'd been blessed with fifty years of a perfect marriage and
that's something few women have.

Stan Sanders had also been a support. He and Dan had been friends from school.
Stan had been a handsome man in his younger days. When I first met Dan he was
there and for a short while it was a toss up which one I preferred. At the
time Dan had been recovering from a rather bad motor cycle accident. Well, I
chose the right one but I've always liked Stan.

He was there at the funeral. Stan had taken my arm and was escorting me from
the grave side to the car. He whispered "Alice, Dan must have known about us."

I was shocked. This was no time to refer to events best forgotten. Events so
far in the past that they could have no possible relevance today. Besides, it
was insulting to the memory of my husband whom I still loved.

"It's time to tell you, Alice. Dan lost both testicles in that motor bike
accident. He never wanted you to know."

End

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`


After the Game

STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR

Summary: The small town football team wins the game but loses it all.

It all began last fall in the middle of November. It was just before
the last game. If the boys football team won the big game they would
go to the state championship. To some of you it may not seen like
much, but in small town West Virginia, it was. The players were up.
So was the town. Ben Johnson, the quarterback, had a perfect season.
Ben was the bankers son, rich and very handsome. His blond hair and
blue eyes caught everybodies attention, and his body was to die for,
tight abs, silky smooth chest and a bubble butt that was awesome.
The  problem was he knew it. Someone said he could get away with
murder and he almost did.

The day was going so slow. Classes dragged. Finally, classes were
over and the team prepared to load the bus for the game. Soon, they
were on their way. It was forty miles to the game, over very steep
and hilly two lane roads. They got there about 3:30 and began suiting
up. They were ready for anything, or so they thought. The games
started at 5. Even from the beginning the boys knew it was not going
to be easy. The score went back and forth.  Finally, in the last
seconds of the game Tommy Anderson kicked the field goal and won the
game. All the members of the team ran out and carried Tommy and Ben
off the field and crowd cheered. They did it! Wow!

You should have been in the locker room, tight naked bodies rubbing
together, slapings each others buts  and all. Quiet a site. Finally,
the team got back on the bus for the journey home. They barely
noticed the snow slowly starting to come down. As they traveled the
snow got worse. Suddenly, the bus slipped on the road and and stopped
the driver tried to start it but it would not start. He went out to
look at the engine but nothing seemed to work. "Boys" he said. " I
think I'll go down the road and see if the can find some help. You
stay here. I'll be back in 15 mins."

As the driver left, the boys thought help would be on its way soon.
An hour passed. No help, no driver. It was getting cold in the bus.
and the snow was going down even more. What were they to do! It was
now that Todd Hanson, a linebacker, thought he saw a light through
the trees. It was a light. The other boys saw it too. Maybe just
maybe it was a cabin or a farm were they could get warm and call for
help. Ben, always the leader, said that they should check it out. The
team piled out of the bus and headed toward the light. Many of them
fell on the underbush, but after about 20 mins. they were standing
the a clearing. Only a few yards away was a cabin. It looked so warm
and inviting.

Ben knocked on the door. "Hello, is anyone home."

An old women answer the door and invited them in.

Ben said " We were going home from a game and the bus broke down.
We're cold and hungry and wondered if we could stay here until help
comes."

"Oh of course" the women said. " be may guest you must be half
frozen. Stand near the fire and you better get out of those wet
clothes or you'll get sick. Don't be bashful, get warm. Remember,
I've seen it all, I've raised four children."

Ben and the boys step in front of the roaring fire it felt good.
"Just give me your clothes i'll dry them by the cookstove." She took
the clothes and handed each boy a towel to wrap around himself. "I
bet your boys are hungry after waited in that cold bus.I see if I can
get sometime for you." as she went off into the other room.

It seemed like only a short time, before she brought them hot soup
and sandwiches. " Now boys, eat it all up." They did. After eating,
the boys got very sleepy, ( it had been a long day ) and decided to
bed down next to the fire.

The icy cold water hit Bens 's face.

Wake up you little bitch!

He opened his eyes.

Standing before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She was dressed to leather head to foot.

I said wake up, I've waited a long time for this boy.And now your
going to get what you deserve!

She grabbed his cock and balls and pulled hard.

Remember me boy! I remember you! You and your friend raped my
daughter and now you and they will pay, pay dearly as she did.

You got her to follow you into the woods and you raped her! Just like
I got you to follow me and Now you will pay!!

Ben remembered the face, it wass Mrs Armstrong. About two years ago,
he was going out with her daughter Melinie. Melinie it was said would
let anyone do her. So Ben and the boys took her out to the woods and
fucked her. Melinie never returned to school and the Armstrong moved
away.

It was now that Ben looked around the room and saw all his teammate
strung up like prize turkeys on thanksgiving. All of them, were
naked, arms tied to the ceiling and their legs tied spread apart.
They also, had their pubes shaved bare. All the boys but him were
gagged. He looked again and saw a unusual rubberband around the top
of each boy's testicles. It reminded him of what he had seen of his
uncles farm, what they did to the young steers. Oh God!! Continued


Joss's results

Summary: Results of a survey carried out in February 2001. Not tabulated nor conclusions. 37 replies on the subject of castration. The survey was held to determine trends and links.

` Survey results: Jocelyn Zavaroni.: `

Number of replies: 37 Date: 17th March 2001

Questions:

1\. Age

20 - 30 3

30 - 40 8

40 - 50 9

50 - 60 13

60+ 3

No reply 1

2 Fantasy Vs Reality

Fantasy: 27

Reality: 8

Others: Curiousity.

Already castrated.

3\. Sexual inclination

Gay 6

Heterosexual 24

Bi Sexual 6

No reply 1

4\. Marital status

Married 21

Single 10

Divorced 4

Widowed 2

5 Form of castration desired.

Testicles only: 25

Penectomy 6

Full nullification 4

Feminisation 1

5A Desired circumstance of castration:

By a female 25

As a slave 1

By a male 5

Male and female 1

A surgical requirement 2

By force 1

6 Employment area

Manual worker 1

Technician or administrator 5

Professional 17

Consultant 3

Management 6

Retired 5

7 Level of responsibility

Low 3

Medium 7

High 20

Executive 3

8 How long had interest?

Childhood (pre teens) 8

Teens 17

Since 20s/ 30s 7

Recently 6

9 Earliest recollection

Childhood (pre teens) 8

Teens 12

20/30s 3

Recent 3

10 Other facets to fantasy

Female domination 16

Sex change 1

No other facet 1

S & M 3

Others

Gambling

Lifestyle choice

Lifestyle fantasy

Fear of castration

Male

Male Dominance

Taken by street gang

11 Wife knows of interest.

Yes 10

No 11

12 Wife / partner participates

Not at all 15

Slightly 4

Actively 2

13a Residing Country

USA 24

UK 2

Europe 1

Canada 3

Ireland 2

France 1

Australia 1

Germany 1

New Zealand 1

13b Residing state/ county / region

USA

Indiana x 2

Pennsylvania,

California Arkansas

Florida, New York

NV, WA

South Carolina

Eastern Pennsylvania

Massachusetts

Georgia, Conneticut

Washington state

East coast, MN

Texas, Illinois

UK

Cambridge

West country.

Canada

British Columbia

Australia

Queensland

14 Birth nationality

USA 24

UK 4

Canadian 1

Irish 1

French 1

Australian 1

German 1

No reply 4

15 Ethnic origin

Caucasian 33

Hispanic 1

No reply 3

16 Favourite stories:

Cowboys and Indians Interview with a castratrix Dream conference Temporary
Internet Tigress, Drunk, The split Broad Island Angry wives club - From
Russell El-Hani Graduation Ceremony, Final Night series Birth control, My
Girlfriend's fantasy, birth control, My girlfriend's fantasy, obscene
proposal, Peace & Quiet

At the Ranch, Farm hand, Roman ladies Judy's Jewels 5 & 6\. Stepbrother. Handy
kitchen gadget. Milk farm. Unauthorised masturbation, Jenny becomes a woman

Judy's jewels No 1 x 6. Angry wives club series.

Last night II, Final days. Two sisters.

17 Why?

Historical themes

Based on loving relationships.

Lifestyle choice

Female control

Women enjoying cutting of balls.

Female being dominant

Relinquishing control

Being made 'safe'

No escape from castration

Female control of males

Being helpless under a woman's control.

Enjoying the thought of a wife castrating her husband.

Well written - x 3

Right. I've tried again and taken out all my formating, tables, tabs charts
etc. It now looks pretty bare but at least the results are there. And these
are pure statistics. Obviously there is a lot of interpretation to take place.

I will now be carrying this out and drawing some conclusions. I will return to
the archive with some of my observations. My apologies for those of you who I
promised to get back to and haven't, but am afraid time has not allowed this
at present. Life is rather hectic at the moment! My husband's job is in the
midst of yet another crisis and I'm busy with the end of a project!!! Isn't
that typical of life? Just when you need some space?

Some of the conclusions you can draw for yourself but as I hold the detail of
the questionnaires then I can possibly shed more light on the trends. Also, I
am aware that the results are swayed by certain factors - such as by those who
have a PC and access to the archive. This is unlikely apply to a third world
country.

It is English speaking forum. So it's not surprising that the majority of
respondents are Caucasian. But 95% ? Maybe that is significant?

I do not think the high USA response is unexpected. They are the most computer
literate and also it is an English speaking country. And the archive is an
English speaking forum based in the US.

But I will be summarising the trends and hope to get back to you soon. The
totals sometimes don't fully tally. Some respondents didn't answer certain
questions. On occasion, these I've simply not included.

Congratulations Judy's Jewels No 1. An obvious favourite.

Thank you for your patience. Watch this space…..

Joss.

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Fantasies pt. 1

Summary: She wants a dickless man...will he let her?

"I'd cut if off if you'd let me," Teresa laughed.
"Really?" said Steve, "seriously?"
"Sure, if you don't mind being dickless, it's fine with me."
"Wouldn't you mind no more sex?"
"We can still have sex..." she smiled.
"True, just no more screwing or blowjobs."
"No blowjobs for you...I can still get em." Teresa was loving this
conversation.
"So if I said yes, you'd just chop off my dick and throw it away?"
"No...I wouldn't throw it away, I'd keep it for a souvenir."
"How?"
"In the freezer, I guess. Or we could find a way to preserve it."
"And you would like having a dickless boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I've always thought that would be really cool."
"Why?"
"I could totally trust you not to screw around...you'd never leave
me 'cause no other woman would want you..."
"Some women may like me guys like that..."
"Yeah, but they'd want to fix their own, not have one who had
given it to another woman."
"Maybe...but you wouldn't mind giving up fucking?"
"If it wasn't there to tempt us, we probably wouldn't miss it."
"I might miss it!"
"You'd get used to it. I bet we'd get along  better, we would
be much closer. That would be a much better committment than
marriage. Let me cut it off and I'll never mention marriage again,"
Teresa promised.
"It would be the perfect birth control," Steve joked.
"That's another good reason. So you want to?"
"Let me think about it."
Steve was pretty sure he'd never say yes, but talking about getting
a penectomy with his hot girlfriend was very erotic for him. He'd
always fantasized about such things, but now his woman really wanted
to do it. Now what?

more coming.


Amazon Series: Part III -- The Festival

The Festival is the most important day in Amazonia.  We make offer to
Goddess to thank her for everything. We thank her for giving us the
victory over the male rebels so long ago, the victory which let us
crush them by their balls.  We thank her for the great gift of the
magic cock ring, which allows us to have absolute control over male
orgasm, and allows us to enslave them forever.  We thank her for
revealing to us the secret of ballfixing, so that the number of male
is limited and controlled, so that the slave feel castrated and
become much more obedient.   We thank her for our beauty.  We thank
her for the gift of multiple orgasm.  We thank her for everything.

The first offering to Goddess is our chastity.  We stop making love
for three weeks.  It is hard.  Except for this period, every Amazon
normally makes love for hours every day, having many orgasms.  Time
passes so slowly.  We look at each other’s beautiful body hungrily.
When we bath, we wish that the hands moving over our bodies are our
lover’s.  Each night harder is to bear.

Chastity Weeks ends at sunset of the last day.  All slaves are
securely chained to beds.  Sunset marks the beginning of the
Festival.  We are all tense.  But we have to wait a little longer.
We are already dancing, kissing, rubbing and fondling each other.
Although males are rare, every city always sacrifice at least one.
The big cities sacrifice at least two.   The first one is the
important one.  He is sacrificed soon after sundown.  He was chosen a
year ago.  By custom, he is not allowed to come for at least one
year, preferably longer, the longer the better.  He is tied down on a
comfortable bench, his legs spread widely.  His cock is big and
hard.  During the day, any Amazon could walk up and play with his
cock.  Anyone can caress it, stroke it, tease it, even kiss it or
suck it.  Many do. Fucking it is strictly forbidden.  No Amazon can
fail to have an orgasm with a hotrod in her pussy.  That is
forbidden.  Junior priestess keep watch to make sure nobody violates
the taboo.

With sunset, the dancing, kissing, rubbing and fondling begins.  Many
strip naked.  The High Priestess, followed by other priestesses, came
out from the temple.  She stops at the bench, facing him.  Then two
priests take away her white gown, leaving her totally naked.  She
says a prayer, offering him to Goddess.  A priestess hands her a
golden cup of fragrant oil from the temple.  She pours it over his
cock and balls.  She then grab his cock with one hand, and wrap the
other hand around his cock head, giving him a last pleasure, although
not orgasm.  He thrusts his cock furiously as she rubs his cock head
harder and harder.   Then she releases his cock, still holding his
cock head.  Another priestess hands her the sacred gold knife.  She
cuts off the cock and put it on a gold tray held by a third
priestess.  She then cuts off the balls and put them in the tray.  We
cheer and shout.  The High Priestess hands the knife to a priestess
and take the tray.  She turns and walk towards the altar, all
priestesses following her.  The tray is then placed on the high
table, in the place of honor, surrounded by many cocks and balls of
animals castrated in the temple earlier.  The High Priestess kneel
and bow.  Everyone kneels and bow.  The High Priestess gets up, she
chooses a lover.  That is the signal for the lovemaking to start.  It
goes on for hours.

Next day starts late.  Almost everyone is tired from the night
before.  Before noon, however, most are up.  The most important
activity is at noon.  In the cities, they sacrifice another slave to
commemorate the defeat of the male rebels.  Legend said that the
great general Jenny defeated the male rebel army and castrated every
one of them.  She had all the cocks and balls preserved in glass jars
and brought them back to First Queen as a wedding gift.  Jenny was at
the head of the victory parade, dragging the male rebel leader behind
her with a leash on his balls.  The parade ended in front of the
temple, where she presented him, a hundred male prisoners, and the
glass jars to First Queen.  Legend says that they got married that
afternoon, castrating the male rebel leader and the hundred prisoners
to celebrate the wedding.  The glass jars are still in the Main
Temple.

Customs have changed.  Now, the High Priestess of the city is the one
to receive the slave.  The slave to be sacrificed is the only one.
No other slave follow him.  He wears a cock ring.  He is not allowed
to come at all.  The parade is relaxed.  Anyone can follow the
procession. It is a great honor to be the mistress who hold the ball
leash.  In front of the temple, the mistress hands the leash to the
High Priestess.  The slave is tied to a strong wooden frame, his cock
resting on a flat stone.  The mistress takes out the sword she
carries and presents it to the High Priestess. The sword is a replica
of the one carried by Jenny on that great day long ago.  The real one
still hangs in the Main Temple, an offer to Goddess from Jenny.  With
one quick stoke of the sword, the cock and balls are chopped off.

After the second sacrifice, there are food, games, and love making.
One game is shooting.  The targets are cocks shaped stakes.  Another
game is the charge.  Warriors riding galloping horses cut down wooden
stakes shaped like cocks.  They are judged on speed.  Every cock must
be chopped off from its stand.  Otherwise, it is incomplete and the
warrior is disqualified.

The balls of many slaves are publicly fixed.  We Amazons are always
excited by it.  The ball sac is cut open and the balls popped out.
The balls are cut open and a part of it cut out.  They are wrapped in
soluble films made of medicine and stuffed back into the ball sacs.
Painkilling medicine is strictly forbidden.  The slave feel castrated
and becomes much more obedient afterwards.  More slaves are fixed on
this day than any other.   In villages, where there are few or no
slaves, this is usually replaced by animal castration.

The most popular games are probably the slave races.  Again, that
mostly are in the big cities.  We have very few males.  Every slave
in the race has a leash tied to his balls.  The leash is attached to
a heavy iron block.  Every slave pulls the same weight.  They get on
their hands and knees and race.  The winner gets a precious prize.
He is tied to a wooden frame on the race track and given a hand job
by a volunteer and is allowed to come.  There is never a lack of
mistress willing to give the winner a hand.  The come is
spectacular.  The distance of the shot is measured and recorded.  In
every race, one or two slaves always pull too hard and faint.

Another popular game is weight pulling.  It takes place on a high
platform.  Every slave has a leash on his balls. Each slave takes his
turn dragging a heavy iron block, which must move three feet to be
counted.  In the next round, the weight is increased.  A slave joins
the game by walking up the platform. Any slave is allowed to pass
over any number of rounds and join a later round, when the block is
heavier.  The prize is the same as the slave race, a hand job.  Some
slaves are so desperate to win the orgasm that they pull their own
balls off.  That always get the crowd into a frenzy.

By sunset, everyone is tired, ready for home and more leisurely
lovemaking.


Please take my balls

He goes to a Professional Dominant and she takes him further.


End of Days

Summary: The invaders celebrate by letting their camp followers sacrifice four captives to their blood lust.

End of Days.

I was taken prisoner at the end of the invasion. Our homes, our cities, our
country lay in ruins. They took me along with several dozen other prisoners to
a camp out in the desert, away from everything. We were herded into cages,
waiting uncertainly as the sun went down.

Once it was down, a detachment of female soldiers came into the cage, heavily-
armed. The leader, a young, dark-haired woman in her early twenties, looked
each one of us up and down like she was picking out favorite specimens.

Every now and then she nodded at a one of us and her subordinates would
separate that man from the rest, like culling a calf from the herd. She came
before me, looked me up and down, reaching up to touch the gray in my hair by
the temples.

She mumbled something unintelligible to her subordinate. Two of the soldiers
took me by each arm and pushed me into line. I was one of four men chosen.

They herded us from the holding pen into a metal building. It was hot inside,
but they soon opened up sliding metal walls on either side and turned on fans.
There was at least air movement. It was obvious they were planning something
special, but none of us knew what.

At one end of the building there was a wooden platform, mounted by steps from
either end. Big, wooden X’s were built onto the back wall of the platform.
They looked just about right for stretching people out. We felt a cold shiver
entirely apart from the heat in the building.

They led us into a smaller enclosure.

“Strip,” the young commandant demanded in English.

We weren’t sure we’d heard her right.

“Did she just speak English,” one of the men asked.

“Strip,” she ordered again. There was nothing casual about it.

The guards conspicuous pulled back the hammer on their pistols. We began to
strip. I took off everything except my socks, underwear, and t-shirt.

“Those too,” the commandant said, nodding to my remaining clothes.

“But . . . but . . .” I stammered.

This can’t be serious. No way.

It was. The guards put their guns to my head. I reached down very slowly,
trying not to provoke them, and pulled off my socks. Then I slid my underwear
down my legs, feeling the air against my bare genitals.

“Ladies,” I said, “I’m going to take my shirt off. I’ll have to move my arms.
Please don’t shoot.”

“Just do it slow,” the commandant replied.

I did. I was completely naked in front of them. By this time, so were the
other three guys.

The guards tied our hands behind our backs, then put ropes around our ankles.
We could move, but not much. They kept us like this while the building filled
with the women who had apparently followed the invading army.

When the place was packed, they started to lead us out. The crowd burst into
excitement as they did so, parting before us as the commandant led us from the
back of the building toward the platform. Some of the women standing by
reached out and touched us as we were led past. Some of the touches were
rough, made by callous, work-hardened hands on sensitive body parts.

The guy in front of me was dripping with sweat and shaking with fear by this
point. When a particularly large woman reached out and grabbed him by his
balls, he wrenched himself free from her grasp and tried to make a run for it.
One of the guards had a dagger which she plunged to the hilt into his solar
plexus.

He slumped to the ground, speechless, gasping in pain. Two of the guards
pushed him completely down, one standing on his arms and the other pinning his
legs. It was clear he wasn’t going to make it. All the color had drained out
of his face.

The commandant took out a dagger from under her uniform, lifted his genitals
up from his body, and cut them off. The man in front of them, seeing this,
fainted. She stood up and tossed the first man’s genitalia into a bucket
carried by one of her assistants. They plopped inside.

The commandant kneeled down over the man who had fainted, then did the same
thing to him. He awakened with a gasp of pain, then was immobilized and
gagged. The man in front of him tried to bolt, but was cut down by two
daggers. The commandant cut away his balls and cock. Another set of genitalia
plopped in the bucket.

Her hands were bloody by this time. An aide plopped the severed members into a
bucket. I stayed as motionless as possible, the two guards beside me holding
tight to my arms.

The commandant turned toward me with a savage expression.

“Don’t even think about it,” she sneered.

She motioned the guards to lead me up to the platform, which they did. I
stepped over the fallen bodies of two of the three men getting there.

I stumbled up the platform, feeling more like it was a dream than reality.
They led me across it to the second X from the left. They could have used any
of them, since there were four. I was the only survivor.

The guards spun me around to face the crowd. They tossed the ropes holding my
arms up to two others who leaned over the top of the platform. Both threaded
them through pulleys before tossing them back to my captors.

The guards pulled on the ropes, lifting my arms high over my head until I was
barely standing on tiptoes. Then they tied my arms to the upper part of the X.
The crowd shouted fiercely when this happened.

My legs were stretched out to the lower X, to the point that the tips of my
big toes barely touched the wood of the platform. The guards quickly strapped
both legs to the X from behind, running additional ropes around my stomach and
chest and pulling all of them tight. I felt them cutting off my circulation,
burning into my flesh.

Then some of the people in the crowd began to beat drums. The rest began to
dance, slowly at first, but gradually building to a frenzy. It must have gone
on for at least half an hour.

Some of them began to dance up onto the stage and touch my body. Some ran
their hands from the tops of my arms all the way down to my feet. A few jabbed
at me with sharpened fingers nails. Some gave quick blows with clenched fists.
I thought I might lose consciousness from the pain.

Suddenly they stopped. One of the guards brought a small hydraulic machine,
topped with what looked like a dildo. They put grease on the end of the dildo
and positioned the machine so its tip jabbed into my ass. Then they turned it
on.

It penetrated and vibrated in one motion, opening me up completely as it did
so. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, almost overwhelming. I felt
myself getting hard in spite of myself.

One of the guards reached over and covered my hardening genitals with her
hand. I felt her strong hand and unconsciously pushed forward against it. She
started to caress me.

At this moment the commandant came forward, her shirt open to reveal small,
dark breasts inside a white bra. She pulled her shirt completely out of her
pants, letting the shirt dangle open.

She got to her knees in front of me and began to fondle and suck my balls. The
other woman continued to caress my cock. The machine continued to open me up
from behind.

I couldn’t hold back the explosion building inside. The women in the crowd saw
the expression on my face and began to clap expectantly as it grew more
intense. I closed my eyes for a moment, fighting back the overwhelming sense
of pleasure. I couldn’t.

The commandant, while continuing to suck my balls, reached into her belt and
drew out her dagger. Her hand joined the hand of the other woman holding my
cock. I felt the commandant slide her thumb under my balls, taking my entire
throbbing genitalia into her hand.

The come felt like it was exploding from the depths of me. The orgasm was
total. I spurted semen over the face of the commandant, over the hands of both
women.

The commandant stood suddenly, her semen-covered, fierce face inches from my
own. I felt her hand pulling my sex organ out from my body. I felt the cold
steel at the root of my balls.

December 13, 2006

©2006, www.gradyfaust.com

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One Ball Less (personal anecdote)

I've alsways enjoyed cbt. Been doing it for many, many years. You see fellas
I/m a lot older than most of you. Perhaps I ought to know better but...
I always liked to use an elastator on my balls. One or both of them. I got
real hot as they gradually turned an ice blue color. I even allowed them to
turn cold before cutting the band that kept by manhood. Once, I had a
difficult time cutting the rubber material. I really had to dig deeply into my
sac to finally reach the elastrator. This gave me a taste for wewhat happens
after the initial 30 minutes of elastration. I got a pain in my left leg and
then one deep into my groin. It finallt felt like someone had kicked me
directly in the balls except it was deep inside me. Not really a good feeling.
I have a very big ball sac that enabled me to push them back into my ass. Once
placed there, I'd let my spincter muscles do the rest. It really gave me a
helluva jolt when I'd come with my balls stuffed inside me that way. Still
other times I'd use pins and slowly push each pin thru my nuts until it came
out the other side. I was up to four pins in each ball. There wasn't much pai!
n. In fact it was more difficult to push the pin thru the outer skin. Once you
heard it pop, the rest was easy. Sometimes when I'd withdraw the pins a clear
white fluid would shot up almost an inch. Once I tasted it. It was quite
salty.,That too gave me a terrific jolt erotically. I was into pins also on my
cock. Once a pin broke in half as I was pushing it thru my cockhead. I pulled
out the broken piece easily. It took a pair of surgical treasers and a lot of
digging before I was able to finnaly get the remaining piece. That sort of
sobered me up and fast. I always had a supply of antibiotics so I mucked thru.
Later I got involved in putting saline solution into my sac. Had all the right
equipment and this was successful a couple of times. My sac really got
distended. Seemed to hang down almost to my knees. It took about 36 hours for
the fluid to be absorbed into my syatem. After the last epidode of saline
solution experience, I noticed a lump appearing on my right testicle.!
Then it got sore as hell. Out came the antibiotics but this time it didn't
work. The ball got bigger and bigger. Perhaps three times as big ast the other
one. Finally I headed for a urologist. Told him I got hit in the nuts while
chopping wood. I don't know if he believed me or not. After going thru all the
tests, the doctor told me that the ball was beyond repair. He was afraid that
cords, some of which were completely closed, atrophied he said, might turn
into gangarene. Much like testicle torsion. How would I feel with only one
ball ? he asked. I said at my age I really don't think I'll miss it. Little
did he know that I've always had a fantasy about being castrated. He scheduled
the OR and on an out patient status he removed the useless ball. He have me a
spinal. I asked if I could watch. He didn't think it was appropriate. He did,
however, describe the procedure while doing it. I listened intently to the
whole thing. The OR people thought I was brave as hell. I just wan!
ted to experience this whole thing. After completing the procedure, he showed
me the little pinkish white ball. Wasn't to impressive but what the hell! I
was half a eunuch. He wanted to know if I wanted an artifical one to create a
balance. Or in case at the swimming pool dressing room someone might notice. I
said no. Actually I'm proud of the imbalance I've now got. Anyone can see it
if they wish. I'm happy with my situation but am glad that a surgeon removed
it because there's much to much that could go wrong. I've got a little scar
where the ball was and also a slight scar on the inside of my upper leg where
apparently he tied some of the cords off. What about the other one? As Jack
Benny used to say, "Im thinking. I'm thinking."


The Slingshot

Summary: A man finds a unique way to loose his manhood with the help of his wife and an assistant.

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I didn’t want them any more and Angie (my wife) liked the idea of cutting them
off. We checked out the various options and banding seemed to be the best for
what we wanted, but the idea of having my testicles shrivel up between my legs
over a couple of weeks wasn’t really appealing, but there was always the
problem of what to do with them if we cut them, also we just felt that they
needed a good send off. After all they were quite large (a deciding factor in
having them removed since they were always in the way). We started to think of
ways to give my masculinity one last hoorah. Then it occurred to me. We set
the date and began to assemble what we needed.

Neither of us slept that night anticipating the next morning’s activities.
That morning I woke up, took a bath, and shaved then we both went naked into
the cool morning air in the back yard. We had already driven two stakes into
the ground and between them sat a long wooden bench that I lay down on. My
wife asked me one last time if I was sure and when I said yes she picked up
the elastrator. She snapped 20 rings onto my scrotum all the while massaging
my nuts. When she was done my sac looked like one of those Egyptian women’s
necks and my balls were already turning blue. Just as she was about to attach
a parachute ball stretcher around my waiting nuts, our neighbor Sarah walked
around the privacy fence.

Angie quickly answered the question on Sarah’s mind. “I’m castrating him” she
said. “Do you want to help?” Sarah composed herself and then took a couple of
steps closer never taking her eyes off my ever darkening balls. “Sure” she
said. “What do I need to do?” “Well, first you have to take your clothes off.
It’s the least we can do for him.” Angie responded. Sarah stripped as Angie
finished attaching the stretcher. Sarah and Angie could have been sisters.
They were both slim with dark hair, and there were new similarities,
especially their large tight breasts, nipples giving away the chill of the
morning. Angie had always kept her bush neatly trimmed but I now saw that
Sarah was waxed smooth. Her one pierced labia peeked out from her slit, wet
with excitement. Even being so nervous I was harder than ever before. “Oh,
that’s good” said Angie. “That way it will be out of the way. I don’t want it
getting hurt. I still want to play with it when this is all over.” She rubbed
my dick with one hand while running her own hand over her crotch. “Sarah,
could you make sure that his dick stays out of the way? You can do it any way
you want.” “Sure” said Sarah and she began to stroke me gently.

Angie slipped a large bungee cord over each of the posts and stretched the
bands toward my awaiting equipment. Straining her tight body against the bands
she barely managed to clip them onto the chains of the parachute restraint. As
she slowly released her grip on the bands my sac was stretched to its limit.
Despite the fact that my balls were no longer getting any blood they began to
ache terribly. Angie went to the garage to get the gardening loppers to
finalize my neutering. Sarah, sensing my pain, knelt down next to me and began
kissing my stomach and slowly proceeded to my desperately waiting dick. I
slowly slid my hand into her now soaking groin. Angie returned and stood
straddling me, giving me a perfect view of her tight butt and glistening
crotch. As my other hand slid into her soft folds she positioned the loppers
in the middle of the stack of rings. I felt the cold blade on my scrotum and
within seconds I came. Suddenly, Angie slammed the handles together and
“lopped” off my balls. I opened my eyes just in time to see my manhood crest
the tree line.

Within a couple of weeks I was all healed up and we had found a source for
testosterone. My wife felt that since Sarah was in on my cutting that I was
her eunuch too and that entitled her to some use of my “fixed” equipment.
Since she had a fear of pregnancy, and since I was no longer swinging a pair,
I was soon the only one satisfying her needs. Between her and my wife, my sex
life was better than any of my teenage fantasies.

Twenty days after, we were all sitting around when a news report came on the
TV. A hiker had come across a shocking discovery, while out in the woods he
had found a pair of testicles held in their sac by several rubber bands. We
all had a good laugh.

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    I WENT TO MY BARBER SHOP FOR A 4 WEEK TRIM.  MY
    STYLIST,LESLIE,ALWAYS HELD HER SHOP OPEN FOR ME...I LIKED TO BE
    ALONE WITH HER.  UP TO THIS MOMENT,I DIDN'T REALIZE SHE KNEW OF MY
    FEELINGS ABOUT HER AND THE SHOP SHE OWNED.  I SETTLED INTO HER
    CHAIR AND FELT DISTANT STIRRINGS....AHHHH AS MY PENIS BEGAN FILLING
    WITH BLOOD. LESLIE TURNED THE CHAIR AWAY FROM THE MIRROR AND WAS
    BEHIND ME...I DIDN'T SEE THE STRAPS UNTIL SHE HAD MY CHEST STRAPPED
    TO THE CHAIR AND THEN DUCT TAPE AROUND BOTH WRISTS...I TARTED TO
    PROTET BUT SHE STUFFED A WASH CLOTH INTO MY OPEN PROTETING MOUTH
    AND THEN TAPED IT IN.   "WELL...WELL..WELL...WHAT DO WE HAVE
    HERE??" I WAS STRUGGLING TO GET AWAY, BUT THE BONDS WERE TOOOO
    TIGHT.  "YOU DON'T THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE YOUR SILLY ATTEMPTS AT
    HIDING YOUR HARD ON FROM ME???? SILLY BOY...." SHE QUICKLY STRIPPED
    MY PANTS OFF AND TIED MY ANKLES BACK LEAVING MY LOWER AREA WIDE
    OPEN.  "FIRST A SHAVE...AND THEN A SPECIAL CUT...MY FRIEND". I WAS
    SCARED AS SHE TIPPED THE CHAIR BACK AND PUT WARM TOWELS OVER MY
    FACE.  I STARTED TO RELAX...UNTIL THE SOUND OF FAR AWAY CLIPPERS
    BROKE MY DREAMING.  SHE ROUGHLY GRABBED MY PENIS AND THE COLD
    CLIPPERS WERE RUN THROUGH MY PUBIC HAIR.  IN VERY SHORT ORDER, MY
    HAIR WAS REDUCED TO STUBBLE.  SHE PULLED THE TOWEL AWAY AFTER
    LATHERING UP MY SOON TO BE DENUDED PUBIC.  " OHHHH  SORRY...SHE
    GIGGLED"..AS A STRAIGHT RAZOR WAS RUN OVER ME...THE HAIR BEING
    REMOVED SWIFTLY AND EXPERTLY..."DON'T MOVE LUV... "SHE PURRED.  THE
    DOOR OPENED AND I FELT ANOTHER PRESENCE IN THE ROOM.  "MEET MY
    LOVER..DEBBIE" I STRUGGLED TO GET A LOOK AT HER AND SAW SHE WAS
    DRESSED IN A NURSES UNIFORM. "SHE WORKS IN A DOCTORS OFFICE..A
    UROLOGIST" THE LOOK IN MY EYES ONLY MADE HER LAUGH.  "WE WERE GOING
    TO DO A VASECTOMY ON YOU....BUT DECIDED TO GO ALL THE WAY"  THE
    LOOK OF BEWILDERMENT ONLY MADE THEM LAUGH
    TOGETHER.  "CASTRATION...."THEY SAID TOGETHER.  I STRUGGLED HARDER
    AS THEY KISSED.  LESLIE SET THE CHAIR UP WHILE DEBIE DISAPPEARED IN
    THE BACK.  THE CAPE WAS PUT AROUND MY NECK.  THE CLIPPERS CAME TO
    LIFE AND LESLIE'S STRONG HAND PUSHED MY HEAD DOWN. THE FEEL OF THE
    COLD BLADES MADE ME SHUDDER. LESLIE PURRED IN MY EAR "SOON...YOU
    WILL NOT BE A MAN..." SHE FINISHED MY BALDING JUST AS DEBBIE CAME
    OUT OF THE BACK ROOM WITH A TRAY COVERED BY A WHITE TOWEL. THE
    CHAIR WAS LOWERED AGAIN STRETCHING ME OUT AGAIN. DEBBIE UNCOVERED
    THE TRAY...A SCALPEL...NEEDLES...SYRINGE...TOWELS. SHE COVERED ME
    UP AND PUT BETADINE OVER THE FRESHLY RAZORED PUBIC.  I SHUDDERED AT
    THE COLDNESS OF IT.  SHE GRABBED THE SYRINGE AND CAREFULLY INJECTED
    ANESTHESIA IN 4-5 DIFFERENT ARE. AT FIRST IT STUNG AND THEN WENT
    NUMB.  WITH A LAUGH SHE GRABBED MY TESTICLES AND WITH A TWIST TIED
    THEM OFF AND THEN RAISED THE SCAPEL.  I FELT A DULL TUG AND
    THEN.... NOTHING

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Sister act

Summary: My sisters devoured my cock

When I was very little, my older sisters would force me to be the slave in
their games. They would strip me naked and tie me to the bedpost, then they
would strip and show me their little pussies. Then they would yank on my hard
little weiner and make jokes about eating it. One time they even got a hot dog
bun, wrapped it around my cock, and then squited ketchup and mustard on it.
Then they took turns putting it in their mouths and sucking the ketchup off.

Years later, when I was just beginning puberty, I would sneak down to our
basement when they were showering down there. The shower was simply a shower
head connected to a water pipe, no curtain, so I would peak at them naked as
they showered, oftentimes together. I was fascinated by their now ample
breasts and wispy pubic hair.

One time I even saw them fondling each other. Of course I started jacking off,
and as they soaped each others asses, I shot my first load of cum clear out of
my hiding place and it landed on my oldest sisters breast.

They shrieked with rage and dragged me from my hiding place. They tied me to a
pillar and screamed at me for spying on them. My sister made me eat my cum
from her nipple, and I could tell it was turning her on. And she could tell it
was turning me on, starting at my cock, erect once again.

Then she whispered something to my other sister, and they laughed. My older
sister went upstairs, (my parents weren't home), and while she was gone, my
other sister made me turn around so she could whip my ass with a length of
hose.

Then my older sister returned with a frying pan and a butcher knife. Then they
started sucking on my cock and wrapping their tits around it, and rubbing
their asses against it. Then my older sister said "Watch this", and stroked my
cock with one hand and spread her pussy with the other, as my other sister got
down on her knees and licked her cunt.

This was too much for me, and as I shot another load, my older sister held the
frying pan under my cock and collected the cum. Then she lifted my cock with
one hand, and held the knife to my balls. While my other sister pinched my
scrotum and stretched it out, my older sister sliced off my balls and let the
drop into the pan. She let some blood run into the pan as well.

They squeezed my balls out of the scrotum, then announced that they simple
weren't big enough to make a decent snack. Then my older sister held the
engorged head of my hard cock while the other one slowly sliced it off.

Then they giggled and ran upstairs while I remained tied to the pillar, nearly
passing out from the blood loss.

They returned a few minutes later and told me that, because they were good
sisters, they would share with their little brother. They held out the pan to
show me their gourmet creation - sliced cock and balls in cum souce. There
were my cock and balls, all sliced up and browned in a salty glaze. They took
turns eating the pieces and feeding some to me, which I had to admit, were
quite delicious. My oldest sister, of course saved the head for herself, and
ate it with great relish.

Of course with no cock and balls, I haven't been able to have sex ever since.
But I am still their slave. We still get together and they take turns fucking
my ass while I eat the other's pussy. And reminisce about how tasty my cock
and balls were.

* * *


alley hunter part 1

GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, snuff

Summary: The boys always played in the alley next to there house, but the new neighbor was up to no good, and he was planning to make those boys wish they never been born.

` The new neighbor was quiet, and very much a loner. Noone came in, or out of
his apartment. He set for hours watching the young teen boys flirting with the
girls, and playing stick ball in the alley. He was like a hunter watching
there every move trying to plan out his attack. One day he saw Josh. Josh was
a tall thin boy with black hair a brown eyes. He was very shy around the
girls, and would many times try to avoid them. The hunter watched him each
day, and noticed he was a loner. `

The hunter tried to come up with a way to get him alone, so he went down to
the alley with his trash. He saw Josh alone, and reading a book. The hunter
approached him with a smile. I see you like to read to. Josh smiled, and
nodded his head. My name is Ben whats yours? Josh he said smiling now. Well if
you ever want to read some old classic books I have a nice collection. Wow
that would be great said Josh. Ben said why don't you come up, and look at
them. Josh said thank you, but I better go home. Hey Josh It will only take a
minute, and then you can go. Josh thought about it, and said sure. What grade
are you in Josh? 10th sir. Sir call me Ben we are friends now, and you dont
have to be formal.

When they got inside Ben handed Josh a few volumes of old leather bound books,
and said take these, and read them. Josh said I can't take these they are real
old, and probably valuable. I trust you Josh we are friends right. Josh
smiled, and said sure. For serveral months Josh would visit. Then the break
Ben had wanted came. Josh came over upset. Mom and Dad have got to go away to
visit my grandma. I have to go with them, but I want to stay here, and read
some more old books. Well asked your Mom if you can stay at a friends house.

So Josh thought about it, and said well it won't be a lie, we are friends.
That night Josh told Mom he had a friend, and wanted to stay with him. Mom
said what is his name. Ben Mom. Mom said well its good you have a friend. I
guess it will be okay. Let my write a note to Bens Mom asking her if she
cares. She gave Josh the note, and said go and asked her if its okay, and let
me know. Josh went to Ben, and said Mom gave me this note. I am supposed to
get your Mom to sign it. Ben said I'll sign it. He scribbled a short note, and
handed it back to Josh. Now just hand this to her, and we will have a weekend
of reading, and maybe some fun to.

Ben planned everything he was going to do to this poor teen boy. Josh had no
idea what was going to happen to him. He was just happy to be able to do what
he wanted. Friday night came quickly, and Josh appeared on Bens door step
right at 7pm. Hey Josh punctual has usual. Come in and relax. Josh said my
parents just left for the airport, and I came right over. Ben had a Playboy
magazine laying on the coffee table, and it caught Josh's eye. I am sorry Josh
I forgot I had that there. Josh smiled, and looked at it. Hey Josh you got a
girl yet. Josh blushed, and said stammered no not yet. Your kidding me. A nice
young man like yourself should have girls around him all the time. Josh
smiled, but didn't say anything. A few minutes passed, and Josh said can I
tell you something. Ben said sure what. Josh said you will hate me, but I have
to tell someone. Ben said hate you never. I am gay. It got quiet for a few
minutes. Josh got up to head for the door. Ben said were are you going. You
don't want me here. I will be alright at home till my parents get back. Ben
said you can stay. I am gay to, and I have noone to talk with.

Josh said really. Ben said yes. I saw you, and I thought you were cute, but
was affraid to tell you. I am 55, and your 16, and I didn't know how to tell
you. Josh said what is it like to be with a man. Ben said I can show you if
you want. Josh said I am affraid, but I want to know. Josh, Ben said I will
show you things you never imagined. Drink up your soda, and we will relax, and
see what happens.

END OF PART 1.

* * *


Test, The - Part 2

Summary: In a post-apocalyptic future, only the fittest males are selected to breed. At age 18, there is a test to determine whether a male will be an alpha or a slave.

` The following is fiction; the actions and personalities contained herein are
the sole creation of the author’s mind. Any semblance to real personages or
events is entirely coincidental. Furthermore, the contents contain scenes of
sexual situations between adults and memories of their childhoods. Finally,
some of the scenes are somewhat violent in nature and may include castration.
If any of the above scenarios disturb you or do not interest you, do not read
further. This work is designed for the sole use of adults who enjoy this type
of story. `

This is the second story in a short series; readers are advised to start with
“The Test, 1” before beginning this chapter.

Amanda slipped the yellow robe over head. She was placing her blonde hair in a
tie as she opened the door and ran to the assembly room of the temple. Running
in, she found a seat at the nearest table and bowed her head over the empty
bowl.

“Is there a reason you are late, Amanda?” the High Priestess demanded from the
front of the room.

“No, your Highness. I just woke up late,” she said with her head bowed.

“I trust you will be more punctual in the future.” Amanda nodded, still
staring at her empty bowl. The High Priestess then nodded and slaves spooned
breakfast into the priestesses bowls.

With a sigh of relief, Amanda picked up her spoon and started on her oatmeal.

* * *

The Rector looked at the final grades again. Gray hair ringed the large bald
spot in the center of his skull. He stroked his neatly trimmed gray goatee and
adjusted the glasses on his thin nose. He was sure he had done the
calculations right, but he triple checked the numbers. “Yes, that is right,”
he thought to himself. With a large red pen, he made a dark line separating
the top 10 percent from the rest. Then he thought about it again, and checked
the numbers one last time. “What if I made a mistake?” he thought, “it could
change the testing process.”

* * *

Justin and John along with all the other seniors stood at the barred doors to
the main hall.

“What is taking so long?” one of the boys asked impatiently.

“Not like you are going to place out of the test, Mark, anyway,” another boy
called out. A few boys chuckled.

“The Rector! The Rector! He is posting it!”

The doors swung open. The boys mobbed through the double doors, mumbling,
“good morning, Rector,” as they passed the old man. The boys pushed to see the
results. John saw he failed to make the top 10 percent by just 4 places.

* * *

“Looks like we have to compete,” John remarked as he lay on his bed.

“At least you were close. I was almost the bottom of the class!” Justin said
lying on his bunk.

“Close doesn’t count in the placements,” John responded. Adding mentally, “and
you are the jock here.”

The boys lay silently contemplating their futures.

* * *

Amanda was the last in line to file out of the temple onto the lawn. The 100
priestesses clothed in their long yellow robes stood behind the podium. Behind
them, the banners of the royal and the noble families fluttered in the summer
breeze.

The Emperor slowly marched to the podium with two breeders clothed in their
short green robes holding the Emperor’s long red and gold robes. Amanda looked
at the decidedly plain breeders with pity; as a priestess she was surrounded
by the most beautiful young females in the Empire. The Emperor reached the
podium and leaned against it for support. He was one of the oldest living
alphas in the Empire.

“Boys, you are here today for the greatest test in the Empire. You must prove
yourselves worthy to carry on the traditions of our Empire and of our culture.
The best of you will be our future; the rest will serve us. May the gods grant
us the wisdom to select the best.”

“Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor!” erupted from the lawn. John did
not realize he had cheered until he noticed his raw throat.

John watched as the Emperor stiffly walked to his padded throne to the right
of the podium. A woman in her late 20s wearing a yellow robe and ornate gold
pauldrons and a gold helmet with a yellow plume cascading down the sides
stepped to the podium.

“I am the High Priestess. By his Majesty’s request, the priestesses will
oversee your testing. For those of you who succeeded in academics, we will
test you now. For the others, you will be tested for military service. General
White will oversee your testing. Guards, please escort all of the boys except
those in the first 3 rows to the military training facility.”

John watched as boys were grabbed from their seats and pushed to the side. A
line formed of boys being herded away from the temple, up the hill to the
military headquarters. Then a guard grabbed his arm and pulled him to his
feet.

“Get going,” the burly guard mumbled.

John took one step slowly toward the line. The guard swung his rifle, hitting
him in the small of the back with the rifle butt. John was sure he was
shot—the pain radiated from the small of his back, shooting up to his arms and
down his legs. He felt his body twisting and his back arching backward. He
stumbled, but stayed on his feet.

“Move!” the guard yelled.

John stumbled in the direction of the other boys.

“You OK?” Justin asked when he reached his wounded friend.

“I think so.”

The boys walked in silence up the hill.

* * *


Satan's Feast

Summary: A cross country adventure leads to deliverence of a soul to Satan and the flesh to his disciples.

Joel was 35 living in Manhattan and thoroghly bored with his
brokerage job. He amassed a good bit of wealth and decided to
become adventurous by thumbing rides from New York to California.
This was some time for him to smell the roses and taste the
outdoors as well as meet people from the heart of the country in
his travels. He set out in mid July when you could fry eggs on the
sidewalks of Manhattan in a pair of cutoff dungarees, tee shirt and
he carried a backpack with what he considered essential stuff for
the adventure.  Joel was a rather handsome man, carrying himself at
six foot one inch, having a muscular body with a good bit of hair
accross his well defined chest. Of course there was the stripe of
dark black hair running down over the naval to his pubic area. Joel
spent some time working out at the local gym, but he was not a nut
job about exercise. In short, he looked good. For this reason, it
was not too long before a semi rig stopped on Rt.80 and picked Joel
up for a first real leg to the west coast. They drove and talked
about various subjects including Joel's adventure. Soon Joel
noticed that Sam, the driver, began sporting a rather large bulge
in his levis. Joel responded by slowly spreading his legs and
signaling Sam that he was interested with a lump of his own. They
continued to chat and Sam suggested perhaps a rest for the night.
Joel smiled as he knew this could be hot. Sam pulled his rig into a
truckers motel out in western Pa., bought a pair of six packs and
they both entered the room. It was hot alright thought Joel as he
knelt before Sam and took his huge cock deep in his throat. Sam
went nuts with the scene and soon they were into every possible
position two men could conceive. Finally, Sam sent his seed spewing
down Joel's gut and Joel just lapped it up tasting the sweet cum
being fed to him. Joel had his rocks off deep in Sam's anal canal
which felt to Sam like Joel sent a gallon to his chute.
The next day Sam and Joel parted in a small burg in Indiana, since
their paths were now to part. The hugged and both appreciated the
evening spent enjoying each others bodies as only two males can in
such a short moment of time.
Now it was time to find the next leg of the journey. Joel found
himself in a crossroads town at the local gas station.  Phil was
pumping gas and caught Joel's attention immediately. Phil was about
5' 10" well muscled with blond hair tied in a ponytail. He had some
strange looking tatoos on his arms, but all in all a real stud
looking guy. Joel asked whether any westbound traffic was due
through the town, to which Phil replied, "ya neva know". Just then
a pickup pulled in for gas and out stepped Gary, a tall ebony black
haired dude with a sort of afro hairstyle. Gary was lanky but about
6' 4" and really sexy looking. Joel struck up a conversation with
Gary and soon Joel jumped into Gary's truck and they were off to
Gary's place for the evening. As conversation went Gary asked Joel
what his most far out fantasy was. Joel thought for a moment and
said, "Not to turn you off, but I have always wondered what a
Satanic sexual ritual would be like with a coven of dudes having no
inhabitions. Gary laughed out loud and looked at Joel with a stare
and said, "You may get your wish"  This is rural country and you
may be suprised at what you find. After further talk, Gary
suggested a meeting with the town Reverend. The drove to the church
where Gary introduced Joel to Jim. Jim was a white haired classical
churchman, with a stoic expression on his face. After some talk,
the Reverend asked Joel if he would like to experience a Satanic
Ritual first hand. Joel responed with a major hardon in his shorts,
but in the affirmative. The next day Joel entered the church with
Gary and was led down a corridor to steps leading to the basement.
The church was quiet and soon Jim appeared in his robes to admit
Gary and Joel to the special chapel in the basement of the church.
Jim explained to Joel that he must be properly prepared for the
service and bade Gary to make the preparations. Gary brought Joel
to a small side chamber where he explained the necessity of shaving
all hair and ridding the body of soil. Thus Joel submitted himself
to the removal of all body hair and a complete enema.
The service was about to begin and unbeknownst to Joel, this would
be his last time with mortals. Joel was led into the main chamber
with an altar table in the center. Candles were flickering all
about and Joel was bade to lay upon the alter for initiation. Music
softly played and Jim and Gary intoned a chant to Satan. Suddenly,
two other bodies appeared. Phil slowly walked in arm in arm with
Jonathan, who was the Reverend's son at his initiation. Joel was
already strapped to the altar when the others appeared. There was a
sudden fear upon Joel's face that this was not an ordinary service.
And it was not!  The sexual acts began as Gary threw off his robe
as well as the others. Each man was hard as steel and their penises
spoke for themselves as Joel knew he was in trouble. Jim began to
intone a prayer to Satan and Jonathan lowered his head to Joel's
now expanding cock, for even though Joel was frightened, his man
juices were flowing. Joel began to shift right to left, his ass
rising and lowering as Jonathan sucked upon his penis. Joel's blood
was pumping and his heart was palpitating with fear and extosy. As
Joel's final moment arrived he thrust his hips up to Jonathan and
began to spurt cum into Jonathan's mouth. Jonathan savored the
nectar while Gary slid his well honed fillet knife under Joel's
balls. A flick of the wrist. Joel let out an earth shattering
scream as his balls and cock separated from his body. There was
actually a popping sound because of the blood pressure of his steel
hard cock. The red juice squirted from Joel and began to just pump
out of the three inch hole created in his body. Jonathan quickly
began to devour the genitals of Joel while he could see and
understand the ceremony. Joel watched and moaned as he saw his
balls sucked one by one into Jonathans mouth. Each ball in whole
then crushed by the molars and chewed to extinction and swallowed.
Joel's cock, which was more than adequate, of about 7" and thick
and veiny was now being sucked into Jonathan's mouth, base first.
Joel watched as his manhood was being ground to bits and Jonathan
closed his eyes in delight as his stomach inhaled the sweet taste
of manhood. The disciples chanted prayers to Satan as Joel's
journey came to a close. Joel would become a feast of flesh in the
coven service that evening. As the life blood slowly left Joel, he
lost feeling in his legs and arms. Phil and Gary were performing
every kind of hostile action to Joel's body as Joel was losing
senses. Joel screamed occasionally only to be hushed by Jim.
Finally, Joel looked into Gary's eyes as Gary was plunging his cock
into Joel's open wound and said goodby. Gary just said "die, boy".
Well Joel died and he was devoured that night by the coven.


Stumped Part 2

GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, BODY MODS

Summary: Tom\'s story continues

` Reynolds watched as the guards transferred Tom to the gurney. The trip to
the basement only took five minutes but the for Tom it would a one way trip, a
trip to a new existence. `

The lift descended to the basement.

Tom was wheeled to a room where there were other similar examples of Reynold's
work, all oblivious to their true situation.

Tom was still in a cloud of drugs and hypnosis. He felt remarkably calm. The
kind doctor had freed him of his useless legs and arms and would also remove
his useless testicles if he asked and he would ask …

Reynolds smiled at the sight of his work. The government paid well for his
research and he much to do.

He turned and saw Turner standing behind him. "Your early." Reynolds said
looking at the immaculate soldier.

"Traffic was light. How is our new patient?"

"He is settling well. He is quite convinced I have done him a favour removing
his arms and legs and will be asking me to remove his genitals soon." Reynolds
said proudly.

"Will he be available for testing soon?" Turner asked.

"Yes. He should be excellent for you purposes." Reynolds said coldly.

"In fact once we have gelded him he will be ready. Your drugs should be most
effective, and with his arms and legs removed he will pose no danger unlike
the others. And when you are finished he can be harvested. He has excellent
organs"

Tom lay on his bed. The kind doctor would help him. His testicles were a
burden and ugly. He would be so much happier when they were gone!

"Doctor…" Tom mouthed quietly

Reynolds turned to look at his "patient" and smiled.

Tom sat, propped up in his bed. His arms and legs gone, a tube ran from his
groin.

He smiled. The kind doctor had removed his testicles and trimmed back his ugly
penis. It now was only a stump an inch long. He felt so much happier.

The kind nurses came and went feeding him and giving him pills to take.

He was just so happy.

Turner looked at his new acquisition. Tom had been handsome but the need for
this research was paramount. Turner was working for the good of the nation and
sacrifices had to be made!

He took a large syringe and injected the substance into Tom's arm stump.

Tom blinked and felt a strange tremor go through his body.

He felt so awake, so alert. He wanted to leap off the bed …he couldn't …what
had they done….he wanted to kill!!

He tried to scream but could not. Only a growl came out of his mouth.

"Two weeks on the drugs and he is almost ready." Turner said as he addressed
the group of military figures.

"The hair growth is excellent. The new teeth development is better than with
the previous drug combination.

The amputations have made the control of the specimen much easier. Especially
as this version of the drugs does not erase the memory of the specimen. He is
aware of the changes. The collar and chain are essential for the your safety.
Do not approach the specimen.

Tom roared. His body, now covered in hair, new teeth, almost fang like filled
his mouth, and his eyes saw sharper and further, and his ears heard more and
louder.

But, he knew that he had been altered and he could do nothing about it but he
was angry. He would kill the man named Turner if only he could get loose!

To be continued…

* * *


Out of his Turf

Summary: Henry should never have have entered the turf of the Hispanic Hidalgos for ANY reason, even for Maria.

All persons, places, and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance
to actual persons, living or dead, places, or events is purely coincidental.

Author's note: In passages of Spanish-accented English, I have used "kh" for a
gutteral "h" sound similar to the "ch" in German and used by English-speaking
Hispanic persons for "h" which is silent in Spanish.

Henry was very uneasy as he got off the train at the "El" station and walked
hesitantly down the stairs to street level. He didn't belong here and he knew
it. This was Hispanic Hidalgos' turf and as a Ghetto Master, he was very
unwelcome. Though, of course, he wasn't wearing Ghetto Masters' colors, still,
he felt out of place.

For one thing, his color was all wrong. The Hispanics here were white, though
some showed a perpetual tan. Henry's complexion was an odd yellowish brown,
bespeaking his mixed ancestry: African, Native American, and Japanese. He was
sure that he looked as out of place as he felt.

But, hormones will drive a man to do many unwise things and Henry had hot nuts
for a girl named Maria. They had met at a party at a Youth Center which most
gangs regarded as neutral territory. Gang colors were strictly forbidden and
members who attended events at the centre were assumed to be incognito. The
haughty Hispanic Hidalgos claimed that they never attended events at the Youth
Center. Actually, they had at least one spy at every event.

Henry's peculiar coloration, which turned off even some of his fellow Ghetto
Masters, attracted Maria Ramirez who called it "exotic". Henry suspected that
she might also have been impressed by the exceptional bulk of his package, the
heritage of the black and Native American men on his mother's side of the
family. His Japanese father was puny down there.

To say that Henry was smitten with Maria would be a collossal understatement.
While dancing with her he had gotten a very conspicuous boner which attracted
some amused and some hostile looks from the other males at the dance, and
embarrassed him. He usually had better control than that.

Maria gave him her address, which Henry immediately recognised as being in the
Hispanic Hidalgos' turf. If he hadn't been so hot for her, that would have
scared him off, and it should have. The Ramirez family had no 'phone and
Henry's handwriting was hopelessly illegible. The only way he could get in
touch with her was to go there.

Though he had lived in this neighborhood as a very small boy, Henry no longer
remembered it clearly and was having difficulty in finding the address which
Maria had given him. It seemed to him that he could feel the hostility around
him as a palpable thing which impeded his movements. He felt as if he were
wading through molasses. He stopped often, trying to read the faded peeling
street signs or to recognise long-forgotten landmarks.

Then, that which he had feared most came upon him. As if out of nowhere, two
tall black-clad figures appeared, one at each side of him. They wore long
black cloaks and wide-brimmed black hats. Their faces were pale with harsh
angular features and thin black moustaches above thin austere lips. LOS
HIDALGOS HISPANICOS !

Each held a long dagger, one in his right and the other in his left hand, the
points not quite touching his rib cage. The one on his right spoke. "Khwat are
jou doeeng khere ?" Henry stammered "Ah, ah, ah got lost. Ah got off at the
wrong stop." The Hidalgo on his left asked "Do jou expect us to believe that ?
Jou are five miles from Ghetto Masters' torf. "

Oh God, they'd recognised him, but how ? He wasn't wearing colors, Had they
seen him before ? "Unless jou wan' jour body to be foun' khere in the street,
jou weel come weeth us." The dagger points now pricked his sides lightly to
emphasize his helplessness. Literally quaking in his boots, Henry complied.

They marched him to the door of a building with a sign reading "El Círcolo
Hispanico". On the door there was a sign in English reading "Private Club -
Members Only". One of the men knocked on the door in a complex pattern which
Henry didn't recognise as Morse Code for CH: _._. .... .A panel in the door
opened and the man on Henry's right said "Arriba Espańa" . This was an
alternate password used when non-members were present.

The door opened into a very ordinary-looking taproom across which Henry was
hustled to a staircase at the back which led down into the cellar. They
crossed the cellar and turned left to a door in the cellar wall which opened
into a tunnel. After a couple of right-angle turns, the tunnel led through
another door into another cellar, a the far end of which was yet another door
opening into another tunnel.

This tunnel ended at a massive oak door studded with large,black, wrought-iron
nails. This door opened in response to another Morse Code knock, this time SP
for "Sangre Puro", the motto of the Hispanic Hidalgos. Through it Henry was
hustled into 16th Century Spain. This room was lighted by pillar candles on
wrought-iron candle stands. The men wore black tights, black velvet doublets,
and swords. When his captors removed their cloaks and hats, they proved to be
dressed in the same fashion. They were handed swords in scabbards which they
buckled onto their belts.

Although Henry knew a little Spanish, he couldn't make out anything that was
being said. No one was allowed to join the Hispanic Hidalgos until he had
mastered pure Castellano. No English or gutter Spanish was permitted to be
spoken here. The members all addressed each other as "Don". Henry's captors
were addressed as "Don Juan" and "Don Diego". All of the men wore the same
haughty look of arrogant superiority.

All of them were either immigrants or the sons of immigrants from Puerto Rico
and Mexico and therefore could surely not be the hidalgo grandees which they
claimed to be, but they acted the part superbly . They retained both their
fathers'and mothers' surnames. Don Diego was known in the organization as Don
Diego Vasquez y Menendez. Of course, he pronounced the names with the
Castillian lisp as "Vasqueth y Menendeth"

Sangre Puro (pure blood) was not merely a motto but an obsession with them.
The Hispanic Hidalgos guarded their womenfolk carefully and refused to allow
their sisters or daughters to mingle their pure blood line with that of men of
inferior lineage. "Mongrels" who became too familiar with Hispanic Hidalgo
women suddenly found themselves incapable of passing on their impure blood to
future generations. Henry knew nothing of this and his ignorance had placed
him in a perilous situation.

In addition to being white supremacist and male supremacist, though, the
Hispanic Hidalgos were absolutely intolerant of drugs and prostitution. Drug
pushers, drug dealers, and pimps were unwelcome on the streets of the
Hidalgos' turf, and, if one appeared there, he was never seen or heard from
again.

Despite their fondness for daggers and swords, the Hispanic Hidalgos did not
disdain the use, at need, of modern firearms. After a few attempted drive-by
shootings were thwarted by automatic rifle fire, the word got around to cool
it and keep out of their turf. The Hidalgos were a power to be reckoned with
and not an altogether bad one.

This was not an opinion shared by the Ghetto Masters and especially not by
Henry Nakamura in his present awkward situation. Don Juan and Don Diego
brought him to a man whom they treated with great respect, Don Fernando
Velasquez y Torremolino del Castello Moro, their leader .

Don Diego, who had been present as a spy at the Youth Center dance had
recognised Henry as a Ghetto Master and explained to Don Fernando how they had
found him wandering about evidently looking for something. Don Fernando told
them to bring Henry to the interrogation chamber, a euphemism for a
reproduction of a medićval torture chamber.

There, Henry was fettered to a wall with antiquated but very serviceable iron
gyves. Don Fernando prided himself on speaking as excellent English as he did
Castillian. He now questioned Henry in far better English than Henry spoke, he
being more at home in Ebonic.

"What are you, a Ghetto Master, doing here in Hispanic Hidalgos' territory ?",
he asked quietly. "Ah got off at da wrong stop." replied Henry. Don Fernando
slapped him across the face with the back of his hand. "Five miles from your
own turf ? Surely you can do better than that !", snarled Don Fernando. Henry
whimpered. "It's all a mistake.", he sobbed. "That, I can believe", said Don
Fernando. "It is the worst mistake you have ever made.

It is most unlikely that you were sent here as a spy. You are far too inept
and cowardly to be of any real use as a spy. So, why ARE you here ?" Henry was
silent. Don Fernando reached down, seized Henry's package and squeezed.
"Speak....before you need to scream. WHY ARE YOU HERE ? " Henry screamed first
and then spoke. "A gal, ah was tryin' to find a gal."

"Her Name ?" asked Don Fernando, releasing his grip on Henry's balls. "Maria,
Maria Ramirez. Ah'm in love with her." Don Fernando slapped Henry across the
face

again. "You Dare ! Maria Ramirez y Torres de Hermosillo is one of OUR women, a
white woman de sangre puro, of pure blood, and YOU dare to lust after HER, you
MONGREL ! Look at you. You're not a pure-blooded anything. Black, Asian, and
God knows what else. You are a MUTT! NEVER will she be defiled with the seed
of a thing like you !"

Don Fernando ordered Don Diego to take down Henry's pants and bring him un Em
Ochenta. The orders were given in Castillian and Henry had to wait to see what
they meant. As soon as he saw the object in Don Diego's hand, Henry knew that
Em Ochenta means M-80. Oh God, what was he going to do with that ?

In a moment, Henry's pants were down around his ankles. He was wearing tight
white briefs which showed off his impressive genital endowment to best
advantage.

At the moment, this was definitely not to Henry's advantage. Further
instructions in Castillian followed and Don Diego carefully tucked the M-80
inside the pouch of Henry's tighty whiteys, so that it nestled directly under
and between his testicles with just the fuse protruding through the fly.

"This pyrotechnic device will assure that you never pollute the pure blood of
any Hispanic Hidalgo woman with your mongrel seed." explained Don Fernando. "
I must now take my leave of you for a moment. I don't want my clothing soiled
with the wreckage of your sex organs. "

Don Fernando took a small taper from Don Diego who left the room. He lighted
it from one of the post candles which illuminated the torture chamber and
after using it to light the fuse, took a hasty exit from the room. He had
barely enough time to close the door before the explosion, which was followed
by a terrible scream. Even the thick walls and door of the torture chamber
were inadequate to muffle the sounds.

When Don Fernando opened the door of the room, Henry was still screaming and
sobbing . His briefs had been blown to shreds, His shirt, belly, thighs, and
even the opposite wall of the room were spattered with the shattered remains
of his once impressive genitals. A useless stump, perhaps 1/3 the original
length of his penis dangled over the gory mess between his thighs.

Rather unnecessarily, Don Fernando commented, "Now, you no longer need to find
Maria. You will never need her or any other woman as long as you live."
Tersely, Don Fernando gave orders to take Henry down off the wall, re-clothe
him and bring him to the Emergency Room of a nearby hospital, leave him on the
curb and leave as quickly as possible .

Henry, having sunk into a coma from shock, knew none of this. He awoke in the
hospital to discover that he had retained only a 3" stump of his penis. Gangs
do not involve the police in their affairs. Henry told the police that he
remembered nothing about what had happened to him. He was not sure that he
dared tell the truth about it to the Ghetto Masters either, however.

They might not approve of his falling in love with a Hispanic Hidalgo girl and
invading their turf to find her. It might be better if he just left the whole
matter a mystery by claiming amnesia, which, he had heard is not uncommon in
cases of severe trauma.

Don Fernando was right, of course, Henry never needed a girl again, just as he
never needed a jockstrap or a razor any more.

* * *


returning to the womb

Summary: being transformed into a baby girl.

OK, what's going on? WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

It's coming back to me. I'm in a recovery room. I have just gone through a
radical surgery. One that that can only be described as bizarre. My memory is
vague at the moment but as time elapses, it is returning to me.

My name is Julianne (given to me by my mistress Andra). Our relationship
started out quite normal but escalated into a world of a forced of
feminization and infantileism.

We met in a bar (obviously) and hit it off right away. I was comfortable
telling her about my ultimate fantasy of living the rest of my life as a baby
girl. She told me that she was dominant, hated men, and would love to help me
pursue my dream.

Andra is a beautiful Woman. She is quite statuesque with a body that most
Women would kill for. She is also very into the idea that I have proposed. I
want to be submissive and feminized. She wants me to be totally regressed to a
toddler. Completely reliant on her. She will put me on hormones, and rid my
body of hair. She will have my face feminized to that of a little girl, and
will cut my hair appropriately. I will quit my job and commit to this for the
rest of my life. If this is agreeable, she will have a legal contract drawn up
by her Lawyer and the process will begin. I agreed without hesitation.

That was three years ago. Since then, my body has been softened by massive
doses of hormones. Laser hair removal and eletrolysis has taken care of the
rest. I now have only the soft downy hair that a baby would have. My breasts
have filled out nicely and are very sensitive. My hips have become very wide
(40") and my waist has shrunk to an amazing 29" through extensive corset
training. Now, as I lay in the recovery room, I remember the last step in the
process.

Andra had found a Doctor to perform an un-precedented surgery. He would remove
my testicles and most of my scrotum. He would leave just enough tissue to put
in two pea-sized testicular replacents. He would also hollow out my penis,
make a few cuts, and form it into one of a new-born baby. That is what
happened today.

I will now go home to a room that has been totally converted into a nursery.
The wall-paper is pink. It has clowns and teddy-bears. A customized crib will
be my new bed. The nursey is also complete with a changing table and a nursing
chair. Andra has hired a "Wet Nurse" to feed me. I will not be allowed to
speak normally. I will wear diapers, plastic panties, and pretty pink dresses
at all times. My hair has been cut into a very cute "little girl" style,
shoulder length with straight bangs. Eventually, Andra plans on having what's
left of my penis and scrotum removed. In its place, will be a very feminine
pre-pubescent vagina. By then, my behavior and my speach pattern will be that
of a little girl. I can't wait until I'm healed. I cant wait to see the
Doctor's work. I can't wait to start my life over.

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