Friends Don't Let Friends Wear Penises

Friends Don’t Let Friends Wear Penises

The noise is almost deafening as the 50,000 fans cheer.  In one
mass, they rise to their
feet waving their colored banners and swinging their arms.  I’m
caught in the rush and
join in the chant, “Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark ...”

He walks across the field turning and waving.  He reaches the
pitcher’s mound and
joins his teammates.  I watch as they’re patting him on the back
and hugging him.  The
excitement is a spreading contagion.

They toss him into the air, flipping him up and catching him.  He
appears weightless
amid the mass of uniforms.  The noise from the field and stands
continues to grow as
the head coach saunters onto the field.

When he is noticed, the hero is placed back on his feet.  Coach
stands before him.
Silence is now.  A collective breath is held.  The coach spits to
the right never breaking
eye contact with his friend.  As their grins widen, they embrace
and the cheers and
screams well up and threaten to explode the sky from around the
earth.

I feel proud and thrilled to be here witnessing this fantastic
moment.  The cameras move
the images from the field up to the giant screens surrounding the
top of the stadium.  I
watch the closest screen as it magnifies for me the activity below.

His teammates step back to allow him room.  He steps to the
microphone.  His mentor’s
arm lies across his shoulders.  I can see the tears gliding down
his cheeks.  “This is
what I’ve worked for my entire life.  Son, this is for you.”  The
giant screens display a
young replica of a great man, grinning from ear to ear and waving
at his daddy.

As 50,000 fathers, sons, brothers, uncles, nephews, grandfathers,
and best friends look
on, his friends strip him.  He waves to the crowd as he now stands
naked before the
world.  His penis erects, and I see all eight inches larger than
life on the giant screens.

Coach slides the penectomizer over the engorged cock.  A few of his
teammates move
behind him to steady him.  The crowd chants, and I join
in, “Five ... Four ... Three ...”
The noise disappears and I stare at the giant screen.  Time has
stopped around me.  I
watch him fall back into the arms of his friends.  His coach has
moved the black cylinder
away from Mark’s groin.  He raises the cylinder in the air with his
right hand.  The
swollen penis falls out and coach catches it with his left.  He
grips it and lifts it into the
air.

The screams and cheers bring me back to the moment as they rise to
a deafening level.
The crowd has gone wild and stormed the field.  I’m jumping and
hollering and shouting
with the rest of them.  The clothes start coming off.  All around
me everyone is stripping
and shirts and jeans and shorts go flying by my face.  I turn to my
buddy.  As we make
eye contact, he shrugs, and his head disappears as his T-shirt is
lifted over his head.
My whole group is stripping.  I pull my shirt off.

We’re jumping and screaming and slapping at one another.  In the
frenzy, I see my
friends’ balls bouncing around.  But, they don’t have dicks.  Their
balls are jumping out
and swinging freely.  My older brother says, “You haven’t had that
thing cut off yet?”
The whole group looks at my dick.  I look at their low-hanging,
swollen balls.  Someone
says, “Sean hasn’t either.”  We all look at Sean’s dick.

The hooting and cries of victory begin anew as we all run and jump
our way down the
steps toward the exit.  I begin counting the dicks around me.
There aren’t many.  I’m
just not ready.  I don’t want to do it.  I don’t understand why it
has to be done, why they
want it done to them.  I don’t let my fear show.

I slap my best friend on the back and push him on.  The crowd is
dividing, mostly to the
right.  I stay with my buddies.  I hear, “Get your penectomies
here!  Right over here.
Penectomies!  Penectomies.”  My heart races.  My brother
says, “Hey, bro.  Now’s your
chance.  Go get in line, man.  We’ll wait here and watch.”

Panic surges through me.  Oh my God, I think.  I don’t want to do
this.  I want to keep
my dick.  “Come on, man.  Let’s get in line,” Sean says.  My
friends push me forward.

I stand behind Sean.  He’s trying to look over the heads of the men
in front of him.  “This
is great,” he says to me.  “There’s only about ten guys in front
and the line’s moving
quickly.”  He looks back at our group and releases a tribal war
yell as he jumps up and
down and waves his arms around.

We’re moving forward too quickly.  I can’t think.  I don’t want my
cock cut off.  I look
back.  My brother is talking to Jim.  They’re excited.  Their
discussion is animated.  I
look at their dickless crotches.  Their balls hang there freely.  A
young man steps in line
behind me.  He’s holding his son’s hand.  I look down.  His hard-on
curves upward.

“I’m next, dude,” Sean pokes me, giggling.  I face forward.  “Get
your penectomies here!
Penectomies!  Penectomies,” the man continues to boom.

Two, beefy, nude, dickless guys stand on either side of Sean.  I
see Sean’s dick hard for
the only time.  He slides it into the penectomizer.  My time is
next.  I don’t want to do
this.  My cock stiffens.  Sean falls back into the arms of his two,
beefy saviors.  They
stand him up.  His dick falls out of the cylinder and lands on top
the others.  “Damn,
dude,” Sean says.  He walks back to our friends away from his dick.

I’m gonna run.  It’s not time for me to do this.  The penectomizer
begins swallowing my
hard cock.  I’m gonna pull out.  I don’t have to do this now.  I
can jerk off at home tonight
then get penectomized at the mall tomorrow.  I feel myself falling,
then caught by warm,
moist, hard flesh.  As I’m stood up, I watch my hard cock land atop
the others, snuggled
next to Sean’s.

My balls bounce freely as I rejoin my friends.  They all pat me on
the back and
congratulate me.  I’m all smiles.  My brother says, “Aren’t you
glad, man, you got rid of
that?”  I say, “I sure am, Bboy.  I sure am!”


Real Discussion Posts

Summary: In my many internet searches for “cut off his penis” and such, I’ve found some interesting stories, posts, etc. I recently found two separate discussion board posts from two different women with some great ideas, so I combined the two and embellished a bit to create the following…

` RE:Masterbation prevention and punishment. `

I agree that men and boys should not be allowed to masterbate. They need to be
taught early that the penis is for a woman’s pleasure (if she likes it)and for
making babies. Until a man gets married or has a girlfriend, he should save
the penis for his future woman. Then it belongs to her, and she has complete
control of it. Whatever she wants to do with her property (anything or
nothing) is up to her. He shouldn’t be abusing her property or using it for
selfish pleasure. If she wants to use her penis a lot, a bit, or not at all is
up to her. If she wants to remove it, that’s her decision too. The person who
posted earlier that masterbators need to be castrated had the right idea.
Cutting off their balls might be sufficient. Of course the best way to prevent
masterbation would be to cut off the penis. The real threat of penectomy would
keep guys in line. And it would be the perfect prevention and punishment, too.
Not just masterbation prevention, but unwanted pregnancy and rape as well.
It’s ridiculous for women to have to worry constantly about birth control and
sexual attack. People think the only sure way to prevent pregnancy is for
women to have major surgery. Why not some minor surgery on all men? The penis
is really unnecessary, so why not remove it? There goes all possibility of
unwanted pregnancy, sexually transmitted disease, and rape. Most women could
do just as well or better without those things, and men can learn to do
without them, too. I know men would be much better lovers without them, and
it’s women’s turn to get some real attention and pleasure in bed. So my
suggestion and goal in life is to spread the idea of a dickless world. I’d
like to found the World Penectomy Society. Who wants to join? Valerie

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Vets Assistants' Conversion

Summary: Testicle Harvest

I shall call myself Jan. A few years ago, I was a vet's assistant to Trudie
Mostrue, the Swedish vet featured on TV. I was present when she held
castration afternoons once a week. I noted how she became turned on, excited,
by taking the animals' balls. Indeed, she hardly made a secret of her pleasure
in castrating them. ( Just check you video recordings) She particularly liked
taking the balls of Alsations, because she said they were the nearest thing to
a man's balls. And, if you remember, she bragged about her testicle
collection!
Well, I think that's what got me me into it! Whilst I was assisting her in
castrating everything from a gerbil to a pussycat, I became friendly with
another assistant, Joanne.
After work, one evening, we chatted about the procedure and discovered that we
both got a thrill from seeing these males being robbed of their bollocks. I
don''t know whether it's because we envy them their pleasure without
responsibiliy, or if it's a primaeval resentment about the different roles we
are assigned. Whatever, we soon cooked up a plan.
One Tuesday, we girls got dressed up to the nines, found a hot bar, and set
about grooming a victim. We didn't have long to wait. He was a nineteen year
old student called Jack. Very handsome, in a boy next door kind of way, and
with a nice personality. Once semi drunk, it was no problem to entice him back
to our flat.

We had a lovely romp, stripped him off and gave him the benefit of two on one.
Sucked him off - wanked him stupid and fingered him rotten. He was delirious.
Finally, having shot his load twice, he slumped into something like a coma and
was totally chilled out.
That was when we got our plan into action.

With his legs splayed out, his testicles hanging low and contented, it was an
easy matter to slip a silk thread looped around his jewels...

Slowly, we tightened the loop, cutting of the blood supply to his balls. He
didn't notice, being well knackered. We slowly and increasingly pulled on the
ends of the thread until we could see that his balls had turned black. We just
held the pressure. After only a few minutes, we determined that his balls must
be dead. he was still fast asleep.

We nodded to each other. I took a sharp knife and slowly drew it up through
the top of his scrotum and his balls dropped into my hand. There was a little
blood but he never stirred. Then I placed a hot knife against the stumpy bit
and it sizzled briefly, sealing the blood vessels. There was little blood. I
put his balls in a jar.

We girls just embraced ourselves in joy. It was our first castration outing
and it had gone like a dream.

Next morning, Jack woke up and looked a mite confused. What's the matter, we
asked? Sudenly, his hands went to his genital area and he was shocked. "Where
are my balls?" he exploded.
We handed him a jam-jar with his stones floating in it. "There you go, hero"!

We never heard from him again... Surprise, surprise!

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The Quick & The Eunuch

Summary: Gunfighter babe shot off bad guy's dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OUTSIDE”. It was Nick barking at the top of his voice. The place became very
quite. Smelly let go of me and stepped back. I turned. Nick had two double-
barrel shot guns, one in each hand. One pointed at smelly and the other one at
me. The barrels were sawed of, with no more than four inches sticking out. At
that range, it was not going to miss.

Nick marched us outside, his shotguns steady. Smelly was screaming again and
again: “I kill you, bitch.” Nick just shouted him down: “Twenty feet away from
each other, I call one-two-three and you draw. I shoot the one who touches the
gun before I count to three. Understood?” Nick pointed one gun at the ground
and told me to stand there. He walked a few steps to mark the twenty feet and
told smelly: “get your ass over here.” Then he step away to one side, equal
distance from us. His two shot guns still pointing at us.

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

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

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

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Prisoner awaiting sentence

Summary: How I was trapped by my ex-wife

The first thing that I noticed, was how clold it was. I stirred and came into
a full waking state. The last thing I remembered was being at a bar and these
two women buying me drinks. We had talked for a long time and then I blanked
out.

I was on a cold floor. The room was strange. Three white walls and a wall of
bars just like a jail cell.

There was one other thing. I was naked as a Jay Bird. My ring had even been
taken! I looked at a wall outside the bars. As I tried to see, I could only
see that it led down a long hallway that gave me limited vision of it.

I heard a distant muffled sound that gave me chills. It sounded like a man
screaming. Goose bumps covered my naked flesh. I wanted to call out but was
afraid to.

I tried to open the barred door but it was too solid. This room was made to
keep people in it.

A while later I heard voices and the sound of people coming down the hall
towards me. They were female voices. Three women appeared at the door. I
recognized one of them as one of my customers. She was always very quiet and
there was one other thing that I knew about her. She did NOT like men!

They opened the door and walked up to me. I noticed that 2 of them carried
huge kitchen knives.

"Do everything we say!" was all the first one said.

She handed me an electric shaver and said, "Shave your face!".

I took the razor and did as she ordered, very nervous about the knives they
were brandishing. It was then that I noticed that I had a full erection going.

One of the women acted disgusted and said, "Typical Pig Male! Get's a hard
cock for no reason!"

After I shaved the two with the knives stood on both sides of me. One firmly
grabbed my throbbing penis. To my horror, she put the blade to the base of my
shaft and said "You come with us! Any fighting and I'll cut your penis off!"

I walked with them and the blade never left it's mark. I was so scared.

I was led into a room with a huge altar. There were handcuffs and leg irons
attatched to it. I notices one other thing. The altar was stained with redness
right where someone's crotch would be. I was pushed over to the altar where I
was chained and cuffed in a big, tight, spread X!

"What's going on?" I asked almost crying.

One of them again grabbed my throbbing penis and said "Talk again and you lose
your cock!"

I shut up immediately.

Slowly the room began to fill with women. They were all naked. The three that
had taken me undressed. But it was the last one to enter the room that shocked
me the most. Standing there fully nude with her huge 44DD breasts swaying
about, was my ex-wife. She smiled a truly evil smile. I had caught her with
women several times and had heard that she was now fully Lesbian.

And then she said the words that chilled me done to my naked bones. "Time to
be sentenced!"

To be continued.

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On A Bus (straight, nullification, forced TG)

TITLE:: On a Bus
DESCRIPTION:: STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, Forced TG & Prostitution
AUTHOR NAME::
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`STORY DESCRIPTION:: `

`Man, car in shop, takes bus meets woman who changes him forever.

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`BODY:: `

`I hate taking the bus. But, my car was in the shop and I had to get to work.
Damn public transportation. You meet such lowlifes on it. What's that old
woman looking at? She's coming over to sit next to me. "You have pretty eyes",
she said "Much to pretty for a big tough man like yourself". I don't mind
flattery but there was something..different about this woman. I am a big man.
6'4" 210lbs I work out about 3 times a week and I am 36 years old. I mumbled
some incorherent thanks and turned back to my newspaper. "That's no way to
treat a compliment" she barked. I said I was sorry and tried to focus on the
sports section. I couldn't. I could feel her eyes boring into me through the
story about the Jets. Well, it was time for me to get off and I stumbled off
with the crowds. About a hundred feet a way I started to forget about the
unique woman as I blended into the crowd. I heard a yell, "HIM!" and suddenly
felt my arms pulled back and all went dark as something !
was pulled over my head. There where shouts and then I was tossed into a
vechicle. I felt a sharp pain in my arm then I was out. I don't know how long
I was out. I was naked strapped spread eagle and standing in front of me was
the old woman. "You should respect your elders." she laughed as she removed a
wig, and her cloak to reveal a 30ish raven haired sexy woman in a tight
leather cat suit. "I'll fix it so you listen to me forever and do some good in
the world by making others happy" she laughed again. I couldn't reply. I was
gagged. One moment she was standing there the next I looked down and she and
another maybe a doctor/nurse was doing something to my cock and balls but I
felt hazy. When I awoke again I stood up and walked weak kneed across the room
and saw what they had done in the mirror. I was a woman!! I was dressed like a
cheap whore and they had cut off my cock and balls and I had a vagina. She
came back into the room. "You are now my whore". I was sent to the streets to
work bjs and get fucked many times a !
night for $5 to $20 a man, depending on the time of the day and the weather. I
brought home all the money to my owner and she allowed me once a week to lick
her ass and sometimes drink her piss. I am happy. `


My Wife's Penis Guillotine

Summary: A man and his wife role play with a real penis guillotine that she has.

My hands are cuffed behind my back and my feet are shackled.

She guides my member through the hole.

She then secures my body against the device so I cannot pull out.

She then unties the rope and holds it in her hand and starts to raise it
slowly.

I know I have no escape I am done for I am helpless in her device.

The blade gets higher, higher and higher still until it reaches the top.

She looks at me with her intense eyes.

She knows IM guilty.

I know IM guilty.

The blade is menacing.

She lets the rope slip a few inches and the blade drops.

I am sweating and scared.

She lets the rope slip a little more and I jump a little.

She smiles her evil grin at me.

I almost panic.

She lets the rope slip some more.

I say please.

She smiles evilly again.

She picks up a cigarette from the table and places it in her mouth.

I stare at her.

She grabs her lighter and lights the cigarette.

She just stands there smoking her cigarette with one hand while holding the
rope with her other.

I am waiting for her to let go of the rope by accident but she doesn't.

She finishes her cigarette and puts it out.

I wonder what is coming next.

I ask her to let me out.

She just shakes her head no.

I ask again.

She looks at me with an angry look and then lets the rope slip a little more.

The heavy razor blade is still near to the top of the nine foot tall rails.

She tells me she knows about me sleeping my high school girlfriend.

I think oh my God she knows she really, really knows.

She slowly raises the blade back to the top of the rails.

I look intensely at the razor blade.

She tells me not to worry.

I ask her to please let me out.

She says no.

I fight my restraints to no avail.

She laughs at my pitiful attempts to escape.

I breathe harder and panic.

She tells me there is no escape.

I beg her to let me out.

She tells me that my dick must be cut off.

I beg her louder.

She laughs at me again.

I cant escape.

I want to be set free.

She tells me that I will not commit adultery against her and I will pay for my
sin.

I am scared and begin to shed tears.

She gets angry and yells at me loudly to respect her.

I look down for fear and say yes ma'am.

I plead with her in tears for my manhood.

She stands still.

I tell her that I will never sleep with another woman again.

She tells me if she lets the razor blade drop it will be certain I wont do it
again.

I ask her for forgiveness.

She gives it.

She then lets me out of all my restraints with one hand.

I am free to escape and I pull my manhood out of the hole.

She tells me that this was a great role play session and I agree with her.

She then lets go of the rope and the razor sharp blade comes screaming down
the rails.

It slams into the bottom with a loud bang.

She tells me that could have been my dick.

I tell her thank you for letting me out.

She smiles at me.

We then go up stairs and have hot sex all night long.

She tells me that maybe she will let the blade go next time.

My heart almost failed when I hear that.

...To be continued.

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O' Canada, the Cocks Stand

Summary: en garde for thee

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The X chromosome puts the classy twinklein her eye and special sense in her
sensuality. The Y chromosome gives her a cute cock. The Why chromosome asks no
questions.

You reach her by starting at the Russian flag under the North Pole, then
picking up her long young trail southerly downYonge Street, race a few
thousand kilometers past thousands of beavers and past thousands of genitalia
of all ten genders, and you’re there. There in TO,where she is handy good at
Goodhandy’s.

The tranny chasers sneak a peek. The enlightened can tell her ancestors were
Greek. Unable to speak, He 1 kissed herfeet. He 2 kissed her lips and her
cock.

She describes herself as pansexual, which means she has been known to do
erotic prospecting and probing with kitchenutensils. It means other things as
well.

She wears a loadstone pendant on a silver necklace. She’s seen all the movies
by Linda Lovelace.

The mystical magnetic properties of loadstone (AKA leadstone and lodestone)
are well known. Most everything else iswell unknown.

The pink pail is loaded with loads. He 2 kicks a broken condom off the chair,
as upon his lap she soon is to dance, thevirile vision in his two-Labatts
trance.

“What’s the kinkiest sex you’ve had,” asks He 2. “The list is shorter for the
kinkiest things yet to bedone,” she answers.

“What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done lately,” He 2 counter-probes. And, this
is the story she told:

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He 1’s balls were on fire. Figuratively in some ways, and in most ways
literally.

She was brunette that day, that day of daze and blaze. And, her lovely white
skin was draped in ebony silk lingerie. He1 just had to stay.

His heart had melted for her. His balls might as well follow. In the distance,
the not-too-distant future, was heard the lovely sound of a swallow.

Her movement was deft. Without disturbing her exquisite French manicure, she
pulled with her left and snipped with herright. From the ass popped the dildo
opus, from the flames came the testes flambé, to the owner’s mouth they
returned.

Followed by the dildo he yearned.

With a smile of delight, he kissed her perfect feet. His smile widened further
beyond belief when his happy glazed eyessaw that the exquisite French had been
there first.

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Forlovely NS – North _and_ South

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...to be continued ...

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Hot Summer Night

Summary: A gay pedophile is unmanned.

I started messing around with younger boys when I was 13. At first, it was
just groping and jerking off, but I eventually graduated to blowing and
buttfucking
By the time I was 26, I had a routine worked out. I would show the boy who
interested me that I had a boner and watch his reaction. If he wasn't
repelled, I'd feel him up. If he didn't know how to jerk off already, I'd
teach him. For some time, usually several weeks, we groped each other and
jerked each other off.
Then, one day while we were jerking off together, or jerking each other off,
I'd suddenly go down on him and blow him to orgasm. I didn't ask him to do it
to me. Rather, we'd go on for several weeks with me blowing him and him
jerking me off.. If he offered to blow me, we'd 69 for a few weeks . If he
didn't offer to blow me, I'd ask him to let me buttfuck him.
I have a fairly long but thin dick, 6 inches long but only about 5/8" thick.
Usually, it didn't hurt at all to take it up the ass Most of the boys I
buttfucked enjoyed it, those who didn't reacted in various ways. Some avoided
me thereafter., some went back to letting me blow them and jerking me off.
Some got mad but didn't do anything about it.
After all, most boys, back then, didn't dare talk to their parents about the
dirty stuff we were doing . Also, I bribed them with candy and cigarettes and
took them to the movies. So, I didn't believe that I had anything to worry
about.
I lived in a third-floor walkup apartment. I kept cool in the summer by
sitting around in my undershorts with a couple of electric fans blowing on me
and drinking cold beer which I kept in the ice-box in the back hall. I would
have all the windows and the back door open. The screen door was held shut by
a spring, without any hook or bolt.
One sweltering August evening, I went out to the kitchen on my way to the ice-
box for a bottle of beer, when the screen door opened, five men in work
clothes with bandanna handkerchiefs over their faces, rushed into the kitchen,
grabbed me, gagged me, and tied my hands behind by back in less time than it
takes to read about it. I never had time to put up a fight or make an outcry.
One of the men was wearing a sheathed hunting knife on his belt. He drew it,
pulled down my boxer shorts, and grabbed my balls. Then, of course, I started
to struggle, but, with four men holding me, I couldn't do much. One quick
slash and it was over and he was holding my balls up before my eyes. I
fainted. When I came to, the men and my balls were gone. I was lying on the
linoleum bleeding but untied, though still gagged.
I pulled out the gag and phoned the police. I tried to stanch the bleeding by
holding a rolled-up towel tightly between my thighs. I couldn't provide the
police with any useful information inasmuch as I couldn't identify any of my
assailants. Obviously, I played it dumb about the reason for the attack.
I was back from the hospital the next day, neatly sewed up down below. After a
few days of rest (I told my boss that I'd ruptured myself and had to have an
emergency operation for it.) I was out and about again. I quickly learned that
only the police and I didn't know who had castrated me.
The whole neighborhood seemed to know about it. The men smirked at me and
hoisted their balls when we met on the street; the women sniffed at me and
looked away, and the boys openly laughed at me and made remarks, especially
Josh Black, the last boy not to like being buttfucked by me.An older boy
showed me a boner and sneered "Wouldn't you like to be able to do this ?" I
was so shattered emotionally that I actually bursted into tears and ran back
to my apartment.
I moved out of the neighborhood as soon as possible and later out of the city,
but I can't run away from the emptiness of my own life.

* * *


BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR.....

Summary: I WANTED MY HUSBAND TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HIS FEMININE SIDE. I WAS PREPARED FOR WHAT I GOT...

` I MET HERE ON THE INTERNET---A HAIRCHAT ROOM WHERE WE TRADED HAIR REMOVAL
FANTASIES. SHE WAS GOOD AT CYBER--I WAS GOOD AT BEING ON THE RECIEVING END. I
MENTIONED ONE DAY IT MIGHT BE FUN IF SHE DID MY HUSBAND. HELPED HIM GET IN
TOUCH WITH THE WOMAN INSIDE HIM. `

"I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY THAT" LISA SAID IN A MESSAGE AFTER A GREAT
ORGASIM. "DO YOU THINK HE WOULD LET ME"?? I WILL JUST SEND HIM TO YOU FOR A
REAL HAIRCUT--DO WITH HIM AS YOU PLEASE--I SAID OFFHANDELY. WE SET THE
APPOINTMENT UP FOR SATURDAY.

I TOLD MY HUSBAND I HAD AN APPOINTMENT FOR A HAIRCUT AND A SHAVE AT A NEW
BARBER I HAD MET. HE WAS VERY EXCITED ABOUT THE PROSPECT, AND WENT TO THE
APPOINTMENT WILLINGLY.

"HI--I AM LISA. ARE YOU FRANK?" SHE ASKED AS HE WALKED THRU THE DOOR. "UHM YES
---THERESA SENT ME".." AHH YES---PLEASE HAVE A SEAT AND I WILL LOCK THE DOOR--
IT IS LATE AND I AM TIRED".

SHE LOCKED THE DOOR AND TURNED TO MYHUSBAND. HMMMM...YOU NEED LOTS OF WORK.
SHE TURNED HIM AWAY FROM THE MIRROR AND THEN QUICKLY TIED HIM IN THE CHAIR. A
SRAP ACROSS HIS CHEST--WRISTS WERE TIED DOWN ON THE ARNRESTS AND AT THE
ELBOWS. SHE QUICKLY STRIPPED OFF HIS PANTS AND TIED HIS ANKLES WIDE APART. "OH
MY--LOOK AT THAT UGLY THING STICKING IT'S HEAD UP". WELL TO WORK---SHE QUICKLY
WASHED HIS HAIR AND THEN PUT PERM RODS IN HIS HAIR---A CURLY PERM WAS IN
ORDER. MY HUSBAND HAD BEEN PROTETING, BUT LISA SHOVED A WASHCLOTH IN HIS
MOUTH. SHE TILTED THE CHAIR BACK AND PREPARED TO SHAVE HIS FACE AND PUBIC. HE
WAS SCARED. OFF CAME THE SIDEBURNS AND THEN THE FACIAL HAIR. CLIPPERS MADE
SHORT WORK OF THE PUBIC MOP AND THEN A RAZOR MADE IT BABY SMOOTH. "HMMM---
THERESA SAID YOU SHOULD GET IN TOUCH WITH YOUR FEMININE SIDE...."

SHE WENT TO THE PHONE AND CALLED A FRIEND. THE PERM WAS FINISHED, JUST AS
THERE WAS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. LISA OPENED IT AND THE KISSED HER LOVER--WENDY.
THEY BOTH TURNED AND LAUGHED AT MY HUSBAND IN THE CHAIR AND AT HIS
PREDICIMENT. WENDY APPROACHED AND FODLED HIS COCK. "HMMMM...A VASECTOMEY IS
NOT ENOUGH--LET'S CASTRATE HIM!!!!"

HE TRIED TO GET AWAY--STRUGGLING AS THEY PAINTED HIM FROM BELLY BUTTON TO MID
THIGH--ARRANGED INSTRUMENTS NEXT TO HIM---AND THEN BEGAN INJECTING ANESTHESIA
INTO HIS PENIS AND TESTICLES. THE ERECTION FADED--ALL SENSATION WAS GONE AS
WENDY PICKED UP HER SCALPEL AND QUICKLY CUT TEM FROM HIS BODY.

LISA FINISHED TURNING HIM INTO A WOMAN AND DROPPED HIM OFF ON OUR DOORSTEP. HE
HAS BEEN VERY TRANQUIL SINCE THEN. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR---IT JUST
MIGHT HAPPEN......

* * *


Missed Connection With My Manhood

Summary: A newly dickless man seeks cutter to finish the job.

missed connection with my cock - m4m

I was cruising the gloryholes in the second floor restroom at the AMC 12 last
thursday, around 11:30pm. It was fairly quiet, but a finger reached through
the hole in the second stall closest to the wall where I was stationed. I
brought my dick up to the hole and stuck it through. About six inches, thick,
curved slightly downward, big purple head, black hair at the base. You sucked
me like a Dyson until i came, a huge load. Best blowjob of my life, I must
admit. Next thing I knew, i fell backward into the stall covered in blood.
Where my cock had been was now a ragged bleeding wound. It was so sudden i
didn't really register what had happened, but i heard a toilet flush and the
next door over open and slam shut.

I woke up in St. Luke's Presbyterian the next day. Needless to say, they
didn't find anything to reattach, so they sewed me up, leaving an opening to
piss from. I don't think I'll ever get used to how pathetic it looks, urine
spraying from that ragged, shaved scar. So, um, yeah.

I hear they've since closed up the gloryholes in the AMC bathrooms, but if you
were the person in the stall who decided that I didn't need my cock anymore,
get in touch. I've got a big hanging set of balls for you to take away from me
too. Not like I need them now.

* * *

Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence


"Evenin' Dearie"

Summary: Two young women are abroad on a cold foggy night in Victorian London. They are bound on a serious mission ....

` "Evenin' Dearie" `

by

Kortpeel

___________________________________________________________________

Whitechapel. 1888

"It's a good night for a murder, ain't it?"

"Shut up, Bet. Someone 'll 'ear you."

Betty stared through the thick, choking fog of the cold November night. She
could make out the weak yellow glimmer of the gas lamp further down the alley.
Way off there was the clop-clop of a cab horse taking a late night traveller
home. Then it was quiet, as silent as death.

"Reckon he'll come, Alice?" Betty spoke in a whisper.

"Good chance. This is his sort o' night." Alice was whispering too.

Betty shivered as a chill ran down her spine. "Cor ! Someone trod on me grave.
Bleedin' creepy wiv no-one about."

"They're all in bed. Best place to be on a night like this."

The two women huddled together against the wall in the alleyway. They waited
and listened. After a while they could just make out the tapping of a cane on
the cobbles.

"It's him."

"I'm gonna be sick," Betty said.

"Wait 'til afterwards. You know what to do?"

They could see the outline of the man against the gaslight. He wore a top hat
and a cape. He was sauntering and swinging his cane without a care in the
world.

It's funny how blokes don't get frightened, Betty thought. And here's me
scared stiff.

Alice gave her a nudge. It was time.

"Evenin' dearie. Can I give you a good time?"

Betty must have surprised the man, emerging from the shadows like that, but if
so he recovered quickly.

"Why bless my soul! You certainly do keep late hours my dear." The man spoke
in a pleasant, well modulated voice.

"A girl's got to earn a living, kind sir."

"Of course you do. And in this weather I'll wager there aren't too many
customers for your services."

"That is a fact, Sir. The gentlemen like to keep themselves buttoned up."

"Hmm. I can see why. Still, I think you could show me a good time. A very good
time, in fact."

Oh gawd, it ain't 'im. This is just a regular gent, Betty was thinking. At
that moment Alice hit him on the back of his neck with a gin bottle and he
went down.

He stayed down, motionless.

They stared at him for a moment. "He ain't dead, is he?"

Alice knelt by him. "Naah. He's still breathin'."

"That ain't him though," Betty said. "You bashed the wrong bloke."

"No I didn't. Have a butchers at this." She showed Betty the surgeon's
scalpel. "That was in his hand. He was gonna do for you, Bet."

They looked at the unconscious man. "What the hell are we gonna do Alice? I
can't kill him, no matter how much he deserves it."

"Think what that bastard did to Polly and Kate. What about poor Mary Kelly,
bless her?"

"Perhaps …. If we gave him a taste of his own medicine?"

Alice smiled. "You mean cut him a bit? Down there, like what he done to the
others?"

Betty was getting over her shock. "Let's get his pants down."

Whatever else, those two women knew how to get a man's trousers off. It took
but seconds.

Alice felt the genitals. "I'll do his balls. You can cut off his pecker."

"Okay. But he's still out. Shouldn't we wait 'til he wakes up?"

"Bet, you wearin' drawers?"

"No. I washed 'em and they haven't dried. Can't put 'em on wet."

"Well stand over him and piss on his face. That'll wake him up."

"I usually charge 'em half a crown for this," Betty said in full flow. "This
one's getting it free."

"Perverts, God bless 'em," Alice muttered. "Here, he's wakin' up."

The man tried to sit up but Betty's skirt and petticoats stopped him.

"What's happening? What's going on?" the man said.

Betty got off him and held him down with one foot on his throat.

"Nothing much. You're just having your balls cut off," Alice told him. "Do
take it like a man. It's your last chance to be one."

"No, wait. Don't. I'll give you money -" The man struggled. He threw Betty off
and started to sit up.

Alice moved the scalpel. "Too late, dearie. Now be a good boy. We ain't
finished yet."

Alice pushed the flat of her hand hard into his face and he went down again.
Moving quickly she sat on his face so he couldn't get up. "Keep still or I'll
fart." she warned as he began to wriggle under her.

Betty had hold of the pecker and scalpel. Her cut was right at the root. It
went all limp and squishy in her hand as it came away.

Alice stood up and looked down at their victim. He lay trembling in a foetal
position clutching his groin. "Well, Mr. Jack the bloody Ripper, you got a
taste of the knife yourself tonight." Alice gave him a kick on his backside.
"Not so hot now, are you?"

"Is he all right?" Betty asked.

"Shouldn't think so. Come on Bet, let's go home."

And that's what they did.

End

* * *


Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 94

Summary: Matthew learns the secret of mind control.

Chapter 94

Matthew frowned. He didn’t understand where the arrow had come from. Turner
was clutching it, and lowering himself to his knees. The head of it was
sticking out of his chest, directly out of the middle of it. Matthew watched
his face as the poor man winced in pain. Together with Lukas, he stepped
toward the man.

From behind him, from across the stream, a figure suddenly appeared. The kid,
Jimmy or Jacob, stepped forward. The last time Matthew had seen him had been
in a lift at the hospital. And now, here he was, somewhere in South America.
And not – Matthew stared at his groin. The kid hadn’t been castrated, no. From
underneath his little rectangle of fabric his cock and balls were clearly
visible. It wasn’t big enough to hide them.

Matthew stared and swallowed, and supposed that it was him who had been done
instead of Jimmy. He felt suddenly more naked.

‘Did I get him?’ the kid said, putting his emphasis on the “I” as though it
might have been someone else.

Lukas nodded.

The kid stepped around the man and came to stand beside Lukas and Matthew.

Turner wasn’t dead. He was wincing up at them, and leaning backwards onto an
elbow, so that he was lying awkwardly on the ground.

Between his legs, Matthew could see what they had done to him, could see what
Rodney had done. And they hadn’t bothered fixing the guy up. The place where
his cock and balls had been was a mass of twisted scars.

Matthew stepped forward. He squatted down in front of Turner. The guy was in
pain, obviously, his face working.

‘They’ve left me now,’ he said, looking up at Matthew.

Matthew nodded.

He wanted to do something, wanted to reach forward and take the arrow out of
the guy’s chest, but he didn’t know how that was possible.

Suddenly he was aware of other figures and he looked up. A guy in his
twenties, with his cock and balls also, and beside him, holding his hand, a
little boy of ten or eleven who had lost his, and had been made like Matthew
and Lukas.

‘I’ve made a bonfire,’ Turner said, speaking with difficulty. ‘It’s to the
west, about three and half miles. In a clearing on the plateau. If you can
ever get to it, and light it…’

Matthew nodded. But he knew it was hopeless. They would never have enough
control over themselves to light it – and even if they did, who would see it?
No one knew where they were.

Turner closed his eyes and lay back sideways in the grass. Matthew didn’t know
why, but he couldn’t help himself. He reached his hand out, and stroked the
guy’s hair away from his brow.

After a minute or so, there was blood on his lips. And then he was dead.
Matthew stood up.

‘Well I want to fuck him,’ Jimmy said, nodding at Matthew. The others turned
to him. There was another guy now, a fifteen or sixteen year old, and he too,
Matthew saw, had been neutered. He looked at Matthew like he’d never seen him
before.

‘Get down on your knees,’ Jimmy said.

Matthew frowned at him.

‘You have to,’ Lukas said. ‘It’s his reward.’

Matthew didn’t move.

Suddenly, and without any warning, the twenty-something, the fifteen year old
and Lukas, all moved forward together and held Matthew. They forced him to his
knees, and the guy in his twenties, whose name was Mark, Matthew gathered,
pushed Matthew’s face into the soil and locked Matthew’s head between his
knees. His rump was up in the air, exposed. He looked up from under his body
and saw a seventh figure enter the clearing, a girl, about fifteen or sixteen,
looking nervous. Her breasts were exposed, her groin covered by the same
rectangle of fabric that the rest of them wore. She looked at Matthew’s arse,
and frowned, obviously able to see his whole groin, from this position, and
see what they had done to him.

Matthew felt awful.

Jimmy moved forward behind him. He straightened his cock out and thrust it
into Matthew’s arse, and then continued to pump for a minute or more before
blowing his load. His reward, Matthew gathered, for killing Turner.

They let Matthew up, and he turned over, sitting, and stared at them all.
Lukas’ lip was wobbling and he looked like he was going to cry.

‘Well he’s next,’ Mark said.

Lukas was shaking his head, and tears were dripping out of his eyes the way he
always cried.

Matthew got to his feet, and for the first time in months, he put his arm
around Lukas. Lukas was shaking.

‘I want to fuck him again,’ Jimmy said.

Mark shook his head and looked at Matthew, looking like he was sorry, despite
what he had just said. They would hunt Matthew next. Matthew understood that.

‘Well, you’ve got twenty-four hours,’ Mark said, looking at the sky. ‘We’ll
stay here and wait for the others.’

Matthew nodded, and started to pull away from Lukas. He turned to go.

‘Wait,’ the girl said. ‘Don’t you want some of the meat?’

* * *


Master Chris

Summary: A radical transformation is planned for me.

` “Come in boy, and get down on your knees!” `

I closed the door, knowing that my life was now going to change forever. I was
giving myself to this man, who had promised to modify my body in the most
extreme ways. Despite my fears, my cock was straining to get out of my jeans.

Once I was kneeling, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head backward.

“Look at me, boy. Look into the eyes of your new master. Are you ready to
submit? Are you prepared to lose all control over your body? Over your life?”

“Y-yes, sir!” I said.

“Good,” he said, releasing his grip on my hair. “Now take off your clothes and
throw them into this trash bin. You’ll never be wearing any clothes again,
boy.”

Seconds later, I was standing naked, my hands clasped behind my back. My
master examined my body carefully.

“Nice balls,” he grunted, grabbing my sack roughly. “These will have to go, of
course. And so will this cock. I’ll leave just an inch for you to piss out
of.”

He ordered me to bend over and grab my ankles. I felt his finger poking my
anus.

“This hole needs a lot of stretching before it’s the right size. It’s gonna be
taking my cock and my fist, and some really big dildos too.”

He continued his inspection, tweaking my nipples, then looking into my mouth.

“I think you’ll do, boy. Are you prepared to be my hole? To live for my
pleasure only?”

“Yes sir!”

“Good,” he smiled. “Follow me into the bathroom now.”

Once we got into the bathroom, my Master pulled off his leather pants and sat
on the toilet. I could hear his turds plopping into the water. I was down on
my knees in front of him as he emptied his bowels.

Finished, he turned around and bent over slightly, pulling apart his cheeks
and exposing his shitty asshole to my face.

“Clean it up, boy. Lick me nice and clean.”

I pushed my face into his crack, breathing in the stench. My tongue reached
out and touched his anus, tasting the bitter brown remains of his bowel
movement.

I started licking. “That’s it boy. I want you to get my hole squeaky clean.”

My tongue scoured his anus, gradually probing deeper. His hole loosened,
allowing the tip of my tongue to enter him ever so slightly.

"Oh yeah," he sighed. "Put that tongue of yours inside me. Push it in, boy!"

Master Chris's large balls were resting on my chin as my tongue snaked its way
inside his rectum. The smell of sweat and shit started to turn me on in a big
way.

"Okay, that's enough," he said, turning around. "Now it's time to wash your
mouth out."

Master Chris took his semi-hard cock and put it against my lips. When I opened
my mouth wide, a stream of piss shot into my throat, gagging me.

"You'll drink it all down boy!" he said, grabbing the hair on the back of my
head and yanking it. I opened my mouth again and Master pissed into it. This
time I was able to swallow the acrid fluid without difficulty.

The rest of the evening was just as abusive. Master Chris handcuffed me behind
my back, pushed me face-down on his bed, and started working my ass.

I could feel a slippery finger invade my anus, lubing me up. Then came a
second finger, and a third. When I grunted in pain, he slapped my cheeks hard.

"You think that's too much for your ass to take? We're just getting started,
boy!"

Soon, Master had four fingers inside me. I felt like my ass would rip wide
open, but Master kept going, putting more lube on his fingers and massaging my
hole until it loosened up some more.

"Okay, boy, get ready for my fist!"

I cried out as he folded his thumb into the rest of his fingers and slowly
pushed into me. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any more, his hand slid
into me. My hole was now tight around his wrist.

"Oh yeah! How do you like being fisted, boy? You better get used to it!"

The pressure in my rectum was unbelievable. I could feel Master Chris slowly
turn his hand around inside me and begin to push further.

"That's good....oh you're a natural, boy! Your hole is just meant for this."

I felt light-headed as Master Chris snaked his arm into me. "I'm almost up to
my elbow," he laughed.

Finally, after several minutes, he slowly pulled out. When his hand slipped
from my anus, I suddenly felt empty inside.

Master Chris washed up, then returned holding a hypodermic needle. "On your
stomach, boy. It's time for you to take a nap."

He plunged the needle into my butt, and I could feel a burning sensation
spreading out. As I drifted off, I heard him chuckling.

When I began to awaken, I felt like my body had been assaulted. The worst pain
was in my arms and legs. As soon as my vision cleared, I saw why.

Both my legs had been amputated just above the knees, and my arms had been
severed just above the elbows. White bandages covered both stumps.

"I see you're awake," Master Chris said, grinning. "How do you like your new
appearance?

"This is the first step of your transformation," said, kissing my lips
tenderly.

(To be continued)

* * *


Paintballs

WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: Don\'t be so cocksure it\'s just a cunt hunt.

` The mayor of the gambling center of the universe is really pissed this time.
It is, _and always has been,_ a family place after all. Not. `

A little further north, the Mustang Ranch died on the range.

As if the desert heat dries up one's sex drive. As if the casino AC freezes
one's libido.

But, let's assume the mayor is right, or partly right, or that maybe his parts
don't work anymore. Because even assuming it's now a Family Place then does
anyone here remember how the kids got here in the first place?

I don't mean Southwest Scair or the direct-from-Moscow Aeroflop, I mean kids
come from cunts. Like it or not, even the mayor has to admit that sex _exists_
or at least _did exist_ or the kids wouldn't even be here, right?

Before, they were happy they had it, and they flaunted it. This was the proud,
loud motto:

__

Never a loss
for ass
in Las
Vegass

So, you'd think when the guy admitted the Bambi Hunt was a hoax, the mayor
would cool off. But no, apparently you now need a license to even _think_
about a high-roller paintball safari for sneaker-only sex kittens.

Correction: they had white socks in addition to the Nikes.

Hoax or not, the South American pony farm likes new ideas. No license required
there, and the tropical climate seems to take one's sex drive and boil it to a
fetish frenzy.

They already had their first hunt. Wasn't for no bambi's. Paintballs on the
asses of fag stags was the theme.

They must use satellite phones or coded internet messages or something. Some
NSA voyeur listening in must jerk off all over the high-tech electronics of
interception. But the word gets out all across the world where most people
_admit_ they have sex drives.

Where some admit they would drive anywhere and pay just about anything to
satisfy a new fetish. Even fetishes they didn't know they had until the coded
invitation triggers an immediate jean-creaming reaction.

However they get the invitiation, the kinky accept. Come they do. Searching
for that ultimate of kinky cums.

For those who prayed to be prey, and for cunts who love to hunt right along
with the AK-47 macho men, the sound of the cock hounds is about to go off.

The guys on the run have to meet strict qualifications: silky smooth buffed
bods, beautiful bouncing balls, long and luscious throbbing or teasingly
flapping cocks, sneakers and white socks. And they're paying big bucks to be
hunted bucks.

Even more doe is required to be an armed doe or a flak-ejaculating big-game
hunter of the great He. Since it's all filmed, the steel rod crew has to be
buffed and beautiful too as they hunt the delicious cum rods. Just sneakers
and white socks for them too, along with the paintball guns of course.

But the broad in the group paid extra to be a bow hunter, the razor-sharp real
deal. She's on the prowl for fresh-sliced gonads, or several severed pieces of
six or more inches.

The paintballers shoot different colors. Each paying for their color-coded
reward for their piece of ass _piece de resistance._

The hunted know their odds. Depending on their own odd sub-fetish, some are
actually hoping to be shot by the most extreme colors or even by a balls-on-
target arrow into their target of balls.

They've all agreed. The thrill is as high as their high cocks as their naked
nubility leaps into the jungle. If you're shot red, that night you'll be
pleasantly dead. Piece by piece will be brazed and boiled for the after-hunt
feast of beautiful a hard-bodied happy-happy man.

"Harvest me please," they all have agreed with glee. Even the quested quest
for the lose-my-parts party that night.

So excited are the game, they are often shot in pairs as they cross paths in
the jungle and stop for an exciting interlude of cum lunch. As they suck the
succulent boners, they are careful to always leave their balls in plain view,
always a well-displayed target of opportunity.

What a spread at twilight. The rock-hard hunters have been crawling over rocks
all day, mostly successful in bagging a beautiful bag of balls as one of the
hunted was getting his rocks off into the mouth of fellow fag stag.

The spread is color-coded with spread-eagle fag stags strapped on their backs
to the picnic tables. Yellow for cock-head stew. Green for hard-boiled gonads.
Pink for barbequed penis dogs. Blue for the full-package blue-plate special.
And red for the real deal meal of a lifetime, the happy end of life to nurture
life for the happiest fag stag.

Everyone drools like Pavlov's dogs. The fabulous fetish feast will follow,
with every delightful flavor from cum to cock to balls to butt, but this is
the moment to really savor.

#####

* * *


The RItual

Summary: A description of a ritual for the voyage away from manhood

The ritual begins with a men's drum circle... I am part of the drumming ,
fully integrated into the group of men.. but then drumming stops suddenly and
several men including myself and the chief "priest" and several assistants..
stand.. we are wearing black robes as are all the other men in the circle. But
when the three or maybe four of us stand the front of the robes open .. all of
us are nude underneath.. all have their pubic area shaved, in preparation for
the modification...

The chief priest who has a long beard and is taller than all the others.. ,
puts his hands on my shoulder and speaks

"At this point you are one of us.. but tonight you begin a voyage to a life
beyond manhood.. leaving behind the most essential element of manhood. We are
here as men to wish you well and witness the beginning of this voyage... This
is the last time that you can drum with us ... "

He then pulls my robe off and hands me a drum and I start drumming and the
others join in as I sit nude in the center of the circle. The chief priest
motions and the drumming stops again. The assistants remove the drum from my
hands and lift me to my feet. The priest walks to a dark curtain in the dimly
lit room. When he pulls it back a wide bench brilliantly light is covered with
white surgical sheets. Two modification practitioners are standing next to the
bench.. also dressed in black robes , wearing surgical masks. The priest and
his assistants bekon me to lay on the bench.. Before laying down I speak:

" I leave you freely.. taking this voyage on my own initiative... my manhood
has been difficult and I willingly seek release from it.. to live as another
type of human."

With that said, I lay on the bench . As the practitioners prepare my body by
rubbing sterilizing solution around the public and testicle areas, the Chief
priest stands next to me. One of his assistants brings forth a large knife on
a pillow. The Priest brings the knife in front of my face and I kiss it> He
speaks:

" The sacred blade will liberate you to start your new voyage"

* * *

Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence


The Taming of Horton part 3

Summary: The thired part of this serial in which Horton is humilated by his dominant wife Carol in front of a young stud called Mark.

` Horton awoke the day after his punishment after a terribly uncomftable night
in the cage. His penis and testicles were badly swollen and covered in bloody
scars where the tacks had biten in to the sensitive skin of his most intamate
parts. Carol was cherful."Good morning Darling today you get to meet my frend
Mark . I hope you will like him." Horton was released from the cage and told
to get on with the house work. `

The doorbell rang about two P.M. and Horton was told to answer it despite his
compleat nakedness. He stod there blushing scarlet as a handsome young man
strode in. "Hi I`m Mark I guess you must be Horton, the guy who keeps jerking
off." Mark laffed loadly."I see from the state of your cock and balls that
your wife must have cought you mastabating again. You realy should stop or you
will fined your self with no balls soon. Still I guess that will cure your
problem so realy you have nothing to wory about." Carol kissed Mark on the
lips. So Mark knew everything about Horton. Clearly Mark was his wife`s lover
and had been told everything. Horton was not just a prospective eunuch but a
cuckold. Carol answered his question without his even asking it"Yes Horton
,Mark is my Stud. I went out and found him when I realised you were only fit
to jerk off. So you see it is your fault you have made me be unfaithful to you
!" She struck Horton forcefully across the buttocks with her leather
strap."Why do you make me do things like that Horton? Why can`t you satisfy my
needs?""Thats right baby give the jerk off a good thrashing"said Mark. It was
obvious to Horton that Mark found the situation amusing. Carol calmed down.
Much to Mark`s amusment she put a dog collar with a leash around Horton`s neck
and led him into the bedroom. Mark followed smilling. "Now Horton undress
Mark." a few swipes with the leather strap convinced Horton to comply. He
began by un-buttoning Mark`s shirt. Soon he found himself helping mark out of
his shorts. As Horton pulled them down he noticed that Mark`s cock was
allready semi riged. "Look at it Horton." Ordered carol." Look at the cock
that is going to do your cock`s job for it. That cock can and will fuck me
Horton, not just jerk off like yours." " No not that." pleaded Horton. "Why
not?" asked Carol "You wont."

Next Horton was forced to undress Carol for Mark. Soon they all three stood
naked, Horton with the collar and leash still around his neck. Carol took
Mark`s hand and lead him to the bed. Horton was forced to watch their
foreplay. If he turned away or closed his eyes Carol would strike him. Soon
Mark enterd Carol. Horton watched thier furious love making, tears of
frustration streaming down his face. When it was all over Mark was satisfied
Carol was aglow with happenes and Horton was a sobbing wreck. But Carol had
not finished with Horton Yet "Horton." She Commanded"Lick my ass hole" a
rearfull Horton Complied as Mark looked on.When she had had enugh Carol then
orderd "Horton now lick Mark`s ass hole." "No. Not that I wont do that." Carol
was Incandesednt with rage. "Are you difying me Horton? You who can only Jerk
off!" " I wont do it . I`m not gay!""So what. You think I care about your so
called sexuality Horton. So far as I can see Horton your sexuality consists of
jerking off and nothing more. Now I have given you an order and I expect you
to obey. That does it. Mark Grab Him. We are taking you to janice." Soon
Horton was over powerd and restrained by them . They dressed themselves and
led Horton out to Mark`s car to be driven to Janice and Bob`s place. What will
become of Horton ? Will Janice Geld Horton like she did her husband Bob? fined
out in part four of The Taming of Horton.

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Caught Flat - Part 2

STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, male & female nullification

Summary: Six sexless friends endure their first naked school day.

Getting up and ready for school was definitely weird. I kept searching for my
morning woody or at least my cock but both were clearly missing. Bess and I
rolled around until Mom told us we'd better get going, and then we showered
together and went downstairs together, still naked.

Breakfast in the kitchen was naked as well. It was frightening to think we'd
be naked all day, every day, everywhere, and not just at home. Everyone
everywhere would see every part of our bodies, and that included our complete
lack of sex organs. It didn't seem possible. How could we stand that? Wouldn't
we be arrested?

Bess pushed her kitchen chair next to mine and began stroking the inside of my
thigh. I went for her tits. Mom barely noticed and said nothing. It seemed we
could do anything we wanted with each other, in public or in private, except
wear clothes. Where was the logic in that?

After breakfast we begged Mom for shoes. Eventually she told us to look in the
hall closet, and sure enough we found them, at least sandals, sneakers, and
flip-flops. Bess also found two pairs of flats and three pairs of high heels.
Anything that needed socks, apparently, was out. Naturally we checked the
closet for clothes but there were just a few coats and none of them were ours.

Getting our stuff together presented more problems. Bess never had pockets
before and therefore didn't miss them. She just stuffed everything as usual in
her backpack or purse. Charlie and I, having no pockets for the first time,
put everything in our backpacks. At least Mom let us wear those.

Showing up for school flat and naked was absolute hell. Everyone stared at us.
Everyone asked why were naked and what happened to our sex organs. A few said
they knew people in other states who'd had the same thing done, and wondered
what it was like. What could we say? We felt cut up and freaky and exposed and
embarrassed.

The instant the door guards spotted us they dragged us off to the principal's
office. The principal, however, seemed more curious than offended. First he
called our parents and then he called us into his office. We all hoped he'd
make us wear clothes again but no such luck.

"Your parents want you to be living examples of the dangers of teenage sexual
activity, and that's a goal I agree with," he stated quietly. "I've heard of
this occurring in other states, and the results are generally positive. So,
you're fine as you are. Please return to your first period classes. I'll give
you a note. Guards, we'll need some new procedures. Please stay a few minutes
to discuss those."

Walking into first period class with no clothes, no cock, and no balls was
hell. Standing by the teacher's desk while he read the principal's note was
hell. Explaining to the class what'd happened to me was hell. Every other
class was hell. The hallways were hell.

The six of us met up for lunch and that was hell too. Although we found
strength in numbers, it seemed like six times as many people were staring at
us. It was worse for Charlie and Rhonda because they had to go through the
serving line.

The hall guards dragged off Ethan Smith, the class president, and Fiona
Williams, a cheerleader, for necking in a stairwell. Part of me hoped they'd
end up at Liberty Clinic, and part of me couldn't wish that on anyone. They
also dragged off a girl found masturbating during class, and a guy and a girl
found masturbating in the washroom. Helluva thing.

* * * * *

Walking home flat and naked was another hell. Every window seemed to have
eyes. A police car slowed down but didn't stop. A bus veered off the road and
into a tree. At least we had each other for company.

"Are your parents letting you cuddle?" Seth asked Bess as we walked home.

"Like what?" Bess asked.

"Like hugging, kissing, rolling around together, sleeping together…" Seth
continued.

"Yeah, and its weird. Mom caught Andy and me snuggling last night and actually
tried to help. Then we slept together and that was OK too. Can you believe
that?"

"Well, yeah, because nothing we do now can possibly be sexual," Rhonda
replied.

Later I asked Mom about Rhonda's observation. "She's right," Mom confirmed.
"Roll around and cuddle all you want. It's a wonderful expression of love
among friends and family members. We obviously know it's not sexual."

For a moment I considered resuming our original sex party, this time, of
course, without the oral sex, but then I decided not to push our luck. I did
spend the night sleeping over with Rhonda, though.

Rhonda was taller and slimmer than Bess, and of course I'd touched her before
when the six of us were fooling around. As with Bess, however, a full body hug
in bed was different.

For starters, we were in Rhonda's room, not mine, and Rhonda wanted the lights
out. Rhonda had a skinny, almost bony feel to her and we didn't fit together
as well as Bess and I did.

But oh, Rhonda was a kisser. Touching shoulders to toes, we locked lips and
Rhonda extended her tongue. It flitted around my mouth rapidly, finding my
tongue, and then I tongued here back. It was like a soft lovely battle. I
pushed my tongue back against hers, we twirled out tongues around each others,
and I explored the inside of her mouth as well. Rhonda grasped my back and I
hers, locking ourselves together as firmly as possible. She slipped one thigh
between mine, pressing against my senseless flat spot, and I pressed against
hers as well. Even the thigh-on-thigh sensations were incredible. Soon we were
sweating, slipping, and sliding against each other,

"OK, you two. You need to get your rest for school tomorrow," Mrs. Williams
eventually remarked through the open doorway, and so we slowly backed off and
fell asleep. Ronda's dad looked in too.

* * *


Slaves Inc,

Slaves Inc,
by Ian Clifford

The focus of the world had changed. It is now the year 2035 and we now
have a Female dominated society. The wars in the late twentieth
century and early twenty first century has obliterated many from the
face of the earth. The population of Earth was now less than one
billion. The majority of those killed in the wars were men and at
after the wars they comprised less than ten per cent of the
population. The governments of many countries were in shambles so the
first world government was formed. There emerged a leader for the new
order. She is Sandra O'Leary and She is known by the world's
population as Supreme Mistress Sandra. She formed a world government
council of ten Women who would oversee the new order. In all cities,
towns and villages, a mayor and city council were formed. These were
always Women as by now men held no positions of authority.

Women had finally recognized the limitations of the male of the
species. They were violent by nature and the cause of the past world
wars. Woman lead by Supreme Mistress Sandra had now taken over due to
the majority of the population being Female. A study was done as to
what to do with the males in society. The study noted the aggressive
and violent nature of men and several options were addressed to curb
this. One was the extermination of all males. This option was rejected
as males provided sperm which is one of the essential tools of
procreation. The Women looked to the science community for a
replacement for male sperm and none could be found. This option was
rejected as it could likely lead to the demise of the human species.
Even if a token number of males were kept for sperm donations, this
could not ensure the human race as how many sperm producers would be
allowed to live and what of disease and premature death? A second
option was to force all males to undergo frontal lobotomies which
would render them mindless beings. This option was rejected as these
males would be useless for the work to be done. This was partially
approved for some males. The third option looked at was mandatory
castration for all males.

They looked at the fact that the excess of
testosterone produced by the male genitals led to the aggressive and
violent nature of men. It was decided that all males were to be
castrated. Males boys were to be castrated at the age of sixteen and
most others were to be castrated immediately. Only a token few were
allowed their balls as sperm donors. Penile sex as it was known in the
past was eliminated entirely. All future births would be by artificial
insemination. The sperm donors were milked of their sperm which was
stored frozen in a sperm bank for future use. The sperm donors also
received frontal lobotomies to reduce their aggressive nature. Only
the most intelligent and genetically superior males were chosen as
sperm donors. Clinics were set up throughout the world to perform
these castration operations.

It was into this world which Johnnie was borne. His mother was
Mistress Marlene who raised him strictly but well. He was found not to
have the intelligence or genetic superiority to become a sperm
producer. He was raised to understand Female superiority. Once he hit
a little girl and was flogged bloody for his crime. He learned that
Females of any age were to be respected and obeyed. At the age of ten
he was taken to the clinic and branded with his lifetime serial
number. His status was that of slave only and he learned his place. He
found out that boys were castrated at the age of sixteen and he now
approached his sixteenth birthday. Just before his sixteenth birthday
he was sold into slavery to a Mistress Natasha.

Mistress Natasha acquainted him with his role as domestic slave. He
was trained to perform all household duties such as cooking and
cleaning. He was also trained to perform personal service to his
Mistress and all other Females in Her household. These personal duties
included bathing, full body massages and of course oral servitude.
This service even applied to the young girls in the household. They
could not fully appreciate oral servitude but would learn that this is
what males are for.

On his sixteenth birthday he was taken to the Slave's Inc. Clinic for
his birthday castration. He had previously been permitted to make
donations at the Sperm Bank. Mistress Natasha took him to the clinic
to supervise the procedure. Johnnie and Mistress Natasha were taken to
a preparation room where Johnny was prepared for his surgery. He was
supervised in the shower with special attention to the genital area.
The nurse in the preparation area now shaved his genitals and all skin
from the waist to the knees. A solution of Betadine antiseptic and
anti microbial was now applied to his genital region and he was
escorted to the Surgery Area.

He was fastened with his back toward a post which came out of the
floor. His ankles were fastened to a strap which encircled the post.
His arms were securely fastened behind his back and a strap around his
underarms held his back to the post. A pillow was placed behind the
small of his back so his genital area was thrust forward. His penis
was fastened out of the way. Mistress Natasha stood to one side,
observing the process. She held a riding crop in one hand to punish
any movement or attempt to escape his fate. The whip was Her symbol of
authority which She carried at all times. In front of the post was a
chair for the person performing the operation to be seated. On the
other side of the chair was a table which was covered and contained
the instruments to perform the operation.

Nurse Judy now came over to the surgery area. She had been previously
castrating two other males at other surgery stations in the room.
Johnny was disconcerted by hearing their cries and screams into the
gags which were in their mouths. She talked to Mistress Natasha
confirming that this was Her slave and the procedure was to be
castration. She then observed the brand mark on Johnny and checked to
ensure that Johnny was owned by Mistress Natashia. She uncovered the
table and then seated herself on the chair in front of Johnny and then
turned to Mistress Natasha to ask if She wished anaesthetic to be used
for the procedure. Mistress Natasha noted that She did not wish any
anaesthetic to be used for the castration.

Nurse Judy did Her job with speed and skill. She had performed
literally thousands of castration operations before and was quite used
to the procedure. She first opened Johnny's scrotal sac by placing a
one and a half inch incision vertically on each side of his scrotum.
She pulled each testicle out of the scrotum through this opening so
they hung there. She then tied off the connecting points at the
spermatic cord and gubernaculum using a dissolving suture. She then
cut each testicle free of the gubernaculum so each hung by the
spermatic cord. She clamped a pair of forceps around the spermatic
cord of his left testicle and pulled the testicle out from the
opening, She severed the testicle between the forceps and the tie off
point using surgical scissors. She removed the severed testicle and
placed the bloody testicle and forceps on a sheet covering Her lap.
She repeated the procedure with the right testicle. During the process
Johnny cried and whimpered into the gag in his mouth. Mistress Natasha
congratulated Nurse Judy for doing a fine job and thanked Her for Her
effort. Nurse Judy noted to Johnny " Happy Birthday, eunuch slave. The
severed testes were placed in a jar and presented to Mistress Natasha.
Nurse Judy then left the instructions with Mistress Natasha for his
recuperative period. Finally She left the scene to do another
youngster. Another nurse came by and was seated. She sewed the cuts
in his scrotum using a suture and surgical needle. She washed his now
ball-less scrotum with Betadine and washed the excess blood which had
fallen to the floor.

Johnnie was now unfastened from the post. He limped as he walked bow
legged away from the surgery. His now ball less bag was very sore. He
was taken home by Mistress Natasha and allowed to rest for the
remainder of the day. Several of the young girls in the household were
brought by to observe his loss. One commented that She hoped that it
hurt and looked forward to his continued service. Another noted that a
kick in the crotch would not hurt as much now but would be willing to
try. Yet another looked forward to training in nursing so one day She
could perform this surgery on young boys. Mistress Natasha noted that
She would be permitted to observe the next castration from Her
household and perhaps the Girl could apprentice at the clinic.

Okay there they are hope you enjoy them! They came from the NN
Newsletter.. By Ian Clifford.
Later!


Initiation: A Young Girl Became an Amazon Warrior

The most exciting thing in an Amazons life was her initiation as a
warrior. Before the initiation, she was a young girl, a minor.
Afterwards, she was a warrior, with all the rights and pride of a
woman. The ritual was a relic from a time so ancient that it was a
myth. But the myth, the stories, and the traditions survived.

We were a tribe of beautiful women who were determined not to submit to
male sexual subjugation. So we became warriors. We worshipped the
Goddess. She gave us strength and beauty, made us feel really good
about ourselves, our bodies. We became lesbians. We conquered the male
in Amazonia and kept a very few for breeding. The rest we castrated.
Obviously the Goddess made male just to satisfy us sexually, because the
extreme pain of castration always killed them. And SHE revealed to us
how to fix the males balls so that he could make us pregnant only with
beautiful daughters. It was extremely painful. Afterwards, he would
feel castrated, his maleness broken. So we kept a few sex slaves in a
corner of Amazonia where girls were not allowed.

Those were the myths. It had been ages since the Goddess threw up the
magic mist that protected us. To an Amazon, the mist was only a few
inches thick. To everyone else, it was impenetrable. He would walk
into the mist, get lost, and end up where he started. It had been ages
since we had to fight, beautiful ages devoted to lovemaking. But we
still had the slaves. And the warrior traditions. A girl could earn
full right to be a woman only if she defeated a male in combat. And
what better way to prove it than bringing back his cock and balls?

Girls in Amazonia matured early. At sixteen, I was sexually very
active. Although I had never seen a male, I knew all about him from
stories. I was ready to conquer one to prove my worthiness to be a
warrior. We girls of that age talked about the initiation all the
time. Some wanted a fast combat and castration. Some fantasize about
teasing and tormenting the poor thing before the cut. Of course we had
to be very careful. A girl was not allowed to enjoy a male. It was all
right to have fun teasing him. It was terrible to let his come touch
our body before we became a warrior. A girl was not entitled to enjoy
male sexually. She who teased also suffered from intensive horniness
without release.

Like most girls about to begin the COMBAT, I stopped making love days
before. It was hard. Amazonia was a land of love. Lovemaking was the
most important thing in our lives. We made love all the time. The
sound and smell of lovemaking increased the tension inside my body. It
made me jumpy. My reactions quickened. It made me hypersensitive.
Sometimes I just could not help it and held my lover(s) tight to my
tits. It only made it worse afterwards. Abstinence was part of the
ancient ritual.

The day finally arrived. I wanted to get it over with. I left early,
hoping to return the same night. I saw the magic mist that protected us
and hesitated. Then I gathered up my courage and spurred the horse. In
one second, I was outside, away from Amazonia. The landscape looked the
same, but it felt different. I no longer had that secure feeling. I
was ready to fight. The ancient instincts were fully awake.

He was on foot, about six inches taller than me. His body was lean.
And I felt that he was kind of good looking too. The most important
thing was that bulk between his legs; it was huge. I wanted to bring
back a big one. He carried a sword. So it would be a real fight. I
stalked him. I wanted to do it close to a river or a lake so that I
could bath myself afterwards. Some girls did not bother to do it. But
I wanted to carry out every ritual.

He led me to a secluded place on a small lake. The grass was soft, the
water clear. It was surrounded by brushes. Then he turned around,
pulled his sword, and waited for me to step into the clearing. He saw
me a while ago and knew that I was an Amazon. He heard the legends of
the super beautiful women warriors. He saw one and wanted a sex slave.
He was so confident. I tied my horse to a tree and walked up to him,
drawing my sword.

We fought. The swords rang. He was a good swordsman. But I had a
tremendous advantage. I did not mind killing him and take his cock and
balls afterwards. I gradually realized that he did not even want to
hurt me. He wanted to smash the sword out of my hand and disarm me. We
lock swords and he forced me against a tree. He was overpowering me.
Then I took the gamble. I suddenly stopped resisting and sidestepped.
His sword cut into the tree. The instant gave me the chance. I kicked
his balls hard. He dropped to the ground, retching, nursing his balls.
I dropped my sword and kneeled beside him. Incredibly, his hands left
his balls and reached for my big firm tits! That was exactly what I
wanted him to do. Just before his hands touched my body, I gave his
balls a heavy blow and he fainted.

I stripped him and put him on my saddle blanket. I used strong silk
ropes to tie him up, each limb to a tree. He was totally helpless, but
very comfortable. Then I bathed myself in the lake and changed into
sexy clothes. I was going to give him a full view of the beautiful
Amazon. I was going to give him all the pleasure an Amazon could give,
except an orgasm. I have always been mischievous and adventurous. I
was going to have a lot of fun. I was going to bring back to the temple
a huge, fully erected cock.

He regained his consciousness and understood what will happen to him.
He was also totally captivated by my beauty. I slowly untied my hair,
letting my full mane of long blonde hair loose. Then slowly and sexily,
I danced and stripped. He was so excited that his cock was fully
erect. I kicked his cock very lightly. I stepped on his balls, but did
not put my weight on them. It took a lot of restrain not to crush
them. I took a long time to take off everything except my tiny, lacy,
G-string. The thin lace inflamed and contained his passion. My little
pussy was clearly visible, very hot. It could give a cock intense
pleasure. It would give him intensive frustration.

For a long time, I did not touch his cock. It blobbed helplessly in the
air. I slowly danced down to him, swinging my big white tits just in
front of his face. He tried to bring up his hands to grab me, but the
ropes held him back. He raised his face to kiss me, but I moved away.
I teased his body and his cock with my long loose hair and heard him
moan. I lowered my tits to within an inch or two of its head. He tried
to raise and fuck my tits. But I quickly moved up. I lowered my face
to his huge cock. It twitched in the air, expecting to feel my lips and
mouth. But all it got was a blow of hot breath. Then I let my saliva
dripped on to his cock. The poor thing seem to get bigger every
minute.

I teased him for a long time before I grabbed his cock. It was so huge,
so hard, so hot, so alive. It was pulsing in my soft little hand. I
let him fuck my hand, groaning with intense pleasure. Just before he
came, I hit his balls hard, stopping his orgasm. I was getting
extremely horny. But neither of us could come. Several times I brought
him to the edge of release and then hit or squeezed his balls hard to
stop him. I grabbed his cock and rubbed its huge head against my tiny
G-string. What a barrier that thin, transparent lace was! I rubbed it
against my big firm tits. I was really enjoying it. I rubbed it faster
and faster and he cried out in pleasure. Just before he came, I took
out the short knife and cut it off with one quick stroke.

I quickly put a gold clamp on its base to keep the blood in. It would
stay that way. I had my prize. The shock of pain hit him. He was
screaming. I grabbed his balls, still big and full of come, and very
slowly cut them off. I wanted to savor every moment. Then I tied up
the balls in their scrotum bag with a silk string. Compared to the
stories I heard all my life, these balls were huge. When I was
finished, he had fainted. The legends were true. Goddess made male to
give female sexual pleasure. That was the only purpose for male. That
must be the reason why they could not survive a castration.

I stripped off the G-string and walked into the lake to bath. The water
cooled my passion. I was on the edge of coming. Then I gathered up my
prize and galloped back to Amazonia. I was so high and relax. The
world was different. I saw the magic mist and charged through it, back
to the safety of Amazonia. I was flying.

The village heard my horse before I turned the corner. They were all
there, waiting for me in front of the temple. Beautiful Amazons. Most
were naked. Some wore a G-string. When I dismounted, they came to
congratulated me. They did not need to ask. They knew. They totally
surrounded me. Tits pressed against my body, my arms, my back.
Everyone kissed me. I was dizzy.

The priestess was there. She was about 40, a mature, alluring woman.
All others parted respectfully. She held me in her arms and kissed me
deeply in congratulation. I took my prize out of the box. Everyone
grasped in surprise at its size. The priestess sighed and said: "follow
me."

I heard the chanting of prayers to the Goddess. I kneeled and made the
offering of the cock and balls. Then I heard the priestesss sexy voice
saying: "She has fulfilled her quest. She brought back a cock and a set
of balls to prove it. She is now a warrior, with all the privileges."

She helped me up and pulled me to her. I went into her arms and kissed
her. I could not hold it any more. The sexual deprivation of the last
few days and the excitement of the castration was too much. I straddled
her long leg. When my pussy lips touched the silky leg, I came. It was
the most powerful, most intense orgasm in my life. What a beautiful way
to become a warrior.


David Wallace loses his Dick

GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR

Summary: 13 year old David Wallace meets another high school boy who has sex with him, and then cuts off his penis and balls.

` I knew I liked boys. Gym class was something special to me, not because I
was interested in atheletics, but because of the showers afterwards. `

I would always take off my clothes and enter the shower, whether I needed it
or not, just to look at all the other naked boys.

One boy in particular, Todd, attracted me. He was my height, with beatiful
blond hair and a swimmer's build. In fact, both Todd and I were on the swim
team. When swimming, I had often noted the bulge in his speedos. On occassion,
I caught him checking out the bulge in my own speedos.

When I watched him undress in the locker room, my eyes fixed on his hot, cut
dick as it strange into view, precum dripping from the head down the shaft. My
owm dick was invariably hard as a rock, and also dripping pre cum, just from
seeing all the naked boys with their hot dicks and balls and asses.

After several weeks of enjoying the sight of Todd's beautiful penis, one day
we were alone in the shower, and Todd brushed up against me. I could feel my
dick hardening under the touch of leg against my sex-organ.

He looked at me and smiled. His own dick was rock hard and jabbing me in the
stomach. Carefully, I reached out and grabbed his penis in my hand and started
pumping. In a few seconds, I felt his hand jerking me off while sliding a
couple of his fingers in my tight anus.

Then I sank to my knees and took his hard dick into my mouth. A few minutes of
enthusiastic sucking, and he came in torrents into my mouth. I smiled and
swallowed the sperm in my mouth, then licked his penis clean.

We took turns sucking, fucking and rimming each other, while he fisted me, and
we both peed into each other's mouths.

We had sex like this for several months before Todd whispered into my ear his
desire to cut my penis off. He also wanted to cut my balls and sac off, and
cook them and eat them.

I couldn't believe it! This had been the thing I most wanted in the world, so
I said yes.

The next day, at his house, we had wild wet, sex, the last time my dick and
balls were to be used for anything. He sucked my dick, and when I came, I
squirted my last load of sperm into his mouth, which he greedilly swallowed.
With his parents gone, this was the ideal time to nullify me, and he lost no
time getting to work.

I was naked, standing up with my hard dick resting on a paper cutter, my penis
tied off at the base. With a brief countdown I braced myself. Todd slammed the
blade down as hard as he could. The blade sliced through my gay penis like it
was butter, and I yelled through the ball-gag in my mouth. He quickly stopped
the bleeding before moving on towards my testicles and scrotum.

He simply tied a tight piece of wire around my sac, and suddenly cut my balls
of with a kitchen shears.

I looked in wonder at my bear crotch as Todd sliced my severed penis down
through the middle, makeing two halves, each with a half shaft and half dick-
head. He rinsed my penis halves lightly, then tossed them into a sizzling
frying pan.

Almost immediately, the delicious smells of my frying penis hit the air. My
cooking penis was soon followed by my balls, which he dumped out of my severed
scrotum into his hand. He tossed my balls into a big deep-frying pressure
cooker, after first breading them in a coating of flour, crushed crackers,
egg, and pepper.

In a few minutes, he checked my cooking dick to see if it was done. The tines
of a fork passed easily through the shaft and the head, trailing clear liquid.
Todd took my cock off of the fire and arranged the two halves on two plates.
Soon my deep-fried balls and deep-fried scrotum joined the halve of my penis
on the two plates, and we each at a penis half and a ball, with a crispy
scrotum piece, coated with Todd's sperm as desert.

* * *


Bound for Glory

GAY, BI, TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: ... Bound for Glory HOLES !

Sometimes itĺs hard to believe how perverted are the perverts that frequent
the fucking horseshit prose of eunuch.org. Well-written horseshit prose ľ the
eloquent means apparently justifying the ends ů of cock ends, whole cocks,
balls, sanity, and so on.

Now that Iĺve got your attention, let me note that I still love ya. Provided.
Provided that even if you no longer have anything of any length between your
legs, or are similarly disassembled, that you will always love those lovely
long male things still living gloriously at attention for your worshipping
attention.

So, to add to the perversion vision, let me tell you the story about rags-to-
riches-to-bitches-to-fags.

Born poor but genetically rich, he grew a beautiful item that often maintained
erection well beyond the four hours where normals would require immediate
medical attention. (Early on in his hard-on marathon adventures, he did
venture into the ER after hour four. The male and female nurses just nursed it
and sucked it and fucked it for another four, or five or six or seven or
fourteen.)

Butt to return. Where had it gone?

So the beautiful semen machine became his money machine. Strangely, however,
for the longest time he preferred women ľ especially a good tit fuck combined
with a simultaneous deep-throat blowjob from the same babe.

Then he met The Strippers. Women up, men down in this TO club. The Strippers
could tell ů that he had the equipment and the inclination for the men-down-
on-men destination. A few dozen Canadian beers later he was getting his first
hard-cock lap dance, and for the first time he seemed to be looking at his own
beautiful cock in the mirror ľ except that his was Caucasian and the one up
close and personal was ivory-smooth ebony.

He started stripping with the big boys on amateur night. Then he turned pro.
He really, really turned, turned pro, pro. As if we didnĺt already know.

Now, The Stripper babes have him on assignment for ass. He looks great cross-
dressed, except that heĺd really like a real set of tits. And, his big always-
hard cock is always ripping even the largest of his Victoriaĺs Secret panties.
Time to trade.

Within a few weeks, heĺll be healing up top and then bound up below. With
banded shaft and banded balls, heĺll tour TO glory holes for about two days.

Usually, he will swallow, but many times he will drool the delicacy into
gourmet-quality spice jars. The semen collection will be the marinade. The
Strippers will serenade as the cock-ball combo is cooked and served.

One of the guys wants to burn them off with an oxy-acetylene ôblowö torch.
Everyone watching will be welded to the view, wearing dark glasses.

Cocks last. Safety first.

* * *


Behavior Modification

i am coming up on 27 years old and i am still a virgin.  i guess i
have never found the 'right' Woman.  Maybe i am too picky.
Maybe...heck, i don't know.  i have always fantasized about Dominant
Women.  i have read lots of magazines and saw some personal ads.
You know, what the heck, i'll go see a professional.  So i picked up
a copy of a free newspaper.  In the back has ads for professionals.
There was one that really caught my eye.  All the others have photos
and laundry lists of things they can do for You.  Hers has no photo
just the line, "Behavior Modification on My Terms ONLY" and then
there was a phone number.  Something in me was drawn to this ad.
She seems really Dominant.  If i was going to do this i might as
well do it right!! i called Her and, at first there was an answering
machine message.  As i was reading myself to leave a message...She
picked up the phone and said, " Yes!?" i was dumbfounded for a
second then i stammered a," i read Your ad..." She exhaled and
sadi," AND?" i paused again, was i chickening out? She spoke again,"
Come to the corner of 29th and 2nd at noon.  Call me from the
payphone in front of Sly's Pizza II." She hung up.  i looked down at
my watch and saw that i had 15 minutes to get downtown and across
town.  i hailed a cab. At 11:54 am i jumped out of the cab.  i had
made it!  i ran to the payphone in front of the pizzeria and dialed
Her number. She answered at half a ring, "Do You have at least
$150". i stammered a yes.  "Then walk to 220 east 29th street and
ring buzzer 4C." She hung up.  i ran down th block and was soon on
the elevator up to Her apartment.

The door was open and standing in the hallway was a tall black Woman
about my age.  She was naked except for a big purple bathrobe.  She
was not skinny (good!) but not fat.  She was beautiful.  "Get on
Your knees!"  i hesitated for a second by then quickly fell to my
knes in the hallway of Her building.  She turned around and walked
into an apartment that did not much furniture and was very
cluttered.  "Give me Your wallet and take your clothes off, NOW"  i
dug out my wallet and handed it to Her.  She took all the cash out
and counted it, as i disrobed.  "Good, You have $325.  for that
special price You get the complete modification." she put the money
in a drawer. "Follow me, on Your knees" i ackwardly did so. We
entered a bedroom with a mattress on the floor and a doctors metal
examination table and piles of 'toys' and devices strewn about the
room.  "Kiss my ass!"  i started to do so then She very forciably
pushed my face far up between Her cheecks.  This was great.  "I see
You like this.  You are not allowed to have erectins without
permission.  We must modify that problem.  Get on the table." i did
so.  She spread my legs aprt and strapped them in and did so with my
arms as well.  This was all so exciting.  i was very hard again.
"You must stop this ..No, i will stop this." She turned around and
first, put a penis gag in my mouth. "Get used to dick i will have
You suck one shortly." she then laughed.  Now i was nervous.  i was
not gay.  Maybe She was joking.  Then SHe took out a leather case
and unzipped it.  She layed the open case on a small table nxt to
the table i was lying on.  i saw scaples of all shapes and sizes.
"Now we will fix this"  She proceeded to cut into my ball sack and i
was filled with such pain i blacked out.   When i awaoke i was still
on the table and i was in alot of pain.  She was removing a needle
from my arm.  "don't want You to die and you'll have to leave here
is a few hours"  She was moving back and forth in the room then
strapped on a big 9" dildo.  "Now i will fuck You eunuch boy"  i
wasn't sure what She meant by the eunuch boy name.  She proceeded to
fuck me so hard i was in more pain and passed out again.  When i
awoke this time a hispanic man was in the room stroking himself.
"This is Julio my super.  As a bonus I let him get his dick sucked
by my clients".  the gag was removed and soon his cock was in my
mouth and before i knew it gobs of his cum was being shot down my
throat.  He left and She untied me and helped me get dressed and
gave me a $5 bill.  "Go home my eunuch and enjoy the modifications i
have done to You.  You are acceptable to me now as you are."  In a
daze, i walked out of Her apartment and before i knew it i was in my
own apartment.  i still felt sore between my legs so i took my pants
off and saw that She had removed my balls and sliced and cut up my
my cock.  i was now modified in all ways.  Forever a virgin.  i was
happy.


Forced to be Gay?

GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other: Forced

Summary: Two friends, Mark and John, are forced by their girlfriends and have sex with each other. They dump their girlfriends and the girls friends get even.

I've got to tell you what happened, I got to. First I'm John and my
friend here is Mark. We're gay, I guess. We were straight once. We
both had the best girlfriends in town. They were beautiful and
willing and Mark and I were always horny. It all started one night,
we were on a double date, Patty said that she and Debbie wanted to
see Mark and I suck each other off. We, of course, said no, but how
can you say no to Patty. So we did! It wasn't to bad.

I enjoyed it and so did Mark. At 18 it was something new. The girls
liked to watch. Well, that was the first time, after that the girls
had us suck each other maybe once a week. I guess they could tell we
liked it too. Then came the night about three months ago, they wanted
some thing more. They wanted us to fuck each other!! Honest!! They
said if we wouldn't do it, they would drop us and tell everybody in
town we were faggots. What could we do! Mark bent over and I put my
hard cock up his ass. He was tighter than Patty! Wow! I exploded!
Then it is my turn. It hurt at first but afterward, I guess i liked
it. I know Mark did.

After that night, we saw less of the girls. Mark and I spent more
time together. Ok, we fucked and sucked a lot! I guess we "turned"
gay! About a month later, the girls invited us for dinner, for old
times sake. The dinner went well. After dinner, both Mark and I got
very tired.

When we woke up we were tied naked side by side and gagged to boot.
Standing over us, were Patty and Debbie. Both had a sharp knifes in
their hands. They proceded to shave us bare. Then they gave us a shot
of something that put us out! What were they going to do do us! The
next thing we knew we were in the hospital. I woke up and saw Mark in
the next bed. He told me to look under the sheets. I did. I saw
nothing! The girls did it, took our manhood. My groin was totally
bare! All gone! I screamed!

A few days after getting back home, two packages came in the mail.
One to Mark and one to me. We opened them and saw encased in lucite
our cock and balls with a note which said. Well boys, hope you'll
like your surprise! We know from now on you won't be fuck each other,
or anyone else! Patty and Debbie