Personal Experience

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#  Personal Experience

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    Memoirs of an Aramco doctor.

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    I'm interested in what you are doing on this site, and wish to add
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    I am a retired doctor who once worked for Aramco (The Arab-American
    Oil Company) from 1947 to 1954, with a one year break for service
    in the Korean Conflict: 1949-1950.

    As part of my duties, one day a month I was to visit the palace of
    the local potentate. The first visit was devoted to examining his
    family. The next month I gave routine exams to his servants,
    including two middle-aged, black males complaining of urinary track
    problems. Upon examination I discovered, to my horror, that their
    genitals were completely severed. The wounds were very old, and
    there was much secondary damage, apparently due to post-operative
    infection. I explained to my host that the problems with
    incontinence were the product of the crude procedure and that I
    could do little to help them except to prescribe antibiotics when
    infections re-appeared. I made the mistake of lecturing the Prince
    on the backwardness of this tradition. I advised him in no-
    uncertain terms about the need to avoid such crude attempts to
    alter the human body, and about the advantages of western medicine.

    The next month, after a short day examining members of his extended
    family, One of his servants presented me with two black boys about
    ten years old. He told me that the boys were destined to the same
    fate as the two men I examined the last month. The Prince was moved
    by my discussion with him at that time, and wished that I would do
    the procedure using the sound, humane methods I had promoted to him
    at that time! My company was in the midst of protracted talks with
    the Prince and his family aimed at extending our presence in the
    country, and I certainly did not wish that the poor wretches would
    be subject to the traditional methods, so I agreed to conduct the
    procedure.

    After that, I was occasionally asked to perform the operation on
    other boys. I did so a total of seven times before being recalled
    to active military service in 1949. I inquired as to the origin of
    these children, and was told that they were sold by their families
    to pay for the pilgrimage to Mecca. The parents had full knowledge
    of the fate which awaited their children, it seemed to be a special
    honor in their faith to be so mutilated and to guard the holy sites
    of Mecca.

    I returned to the company in the Fall of 1950, and soon after that
    time I was presented with three light-skinned boys destined for the
    procedure. The servant told me that these orphans from North Africa
    were the product of Arab women and German or British soldiers
    during the Second World War. One had some Arab characteristics, but
    the other two could easily pass as an American or European. None,
    however, could speak much English and chatted with each other in
    Arabic. I objected strongly to emasculating these boys. The Prince
    persuaded me to quiz the children themselves on their wishes.
    Although they appeared to be white, they were under the complete
    sway of the local faith and even encouraged me to proceed with the
    operation. They evwen had a rudimentary understanding of its
    effects (although I can't believe that boys of that age can have a
    true understanding of the sacrifice involved). The heads of these
    children were filled with dreams of honored service in the shrines
    of Mecca. The director of the company, along with the Prince,
    persuaded me that conducting the procedure would be best for all
    concerned, so I reluctantly did so. But I insisted that it would be
    the last time.

    The company was nationalized several years later. I made
    substantial sums of money during those years, but continue to feel
    some guilt over participating in the operations. My only solace is
    that the children were much better off having the procedure
    conducted professionally with anesthesia, rather than by the
    traditional means. I know that other Aramco doctors also agreed to
    conduct these operations as a "favor" to our hosts.

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A Roman Punishment (last part)

GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, torture

Summary: Captain Martinus completes the punishment of Licu, by slowly and painfully castratig him. The governor then turns his sexually/sadistic attention to Martinus.

A Roman Punishment…part 3 and last.

Licus gave little resistance when two of Martinus’ men released his bonds and
started him walking toward the pillory. The testicle beating he just endured
took all the steam out of him and he had resigned himself to his fate. They
lashed his arms to the frame and tied his ankles far apart. His legs were
spread wide and his manhood quivered in fear. He bucked and jerked in agony
when they pierced his right wrist with the first spike. He screamed and cried,
threatening to kill the men doing this to him. But they only spiked his other
wrist, high above his head, like the right one. So he could not defend himself
or even struggle very much. The spikes into his ankles were even worse. He
finished screaming several minutes after they were done, and the yard went
silent for a while. The only sounds were his heavy gasps for air.

Martinus walked over to him, standing eye to eye. Because his legs were spread
so, Licus’ feet did not touch the ground and almost all his weight was held up
by his arms.

“Licus you dog, you will suffer as much as I can devise. For I will suffer too
at the Governor’s hand, for what you have done. Corporal, bring me the tools.”

Martinus reached into the tool box and pulled out a raw hide cord of about 3
feet. He tied a loop in one end making a slip knot, and grasping Licus’
scrotum, tied it around his testicles. Again going to the tool box he
retrieved a good sized lead weight and tied it to the other end of the cord.
This he let down slowly, pulling his testicles downward, until it stopped
inches from the ground. Licus let out a low groan as the weight pulled his
throbbing and swollen testicles downward, stretching his scrotum to its
maximum extension. Six to eight inches from his groin. The scrotum started to
turn a deeper shade of purple as the raw hide creaked. The scrotal skin was
pulled very thin and the veins in it stood out. Each of the twin orbs
protruding more each minute that passed. You could almost see each separate
ball inside the sack. They actually looked quite beautiful, compressed like
that, side by side. A perfect oval pair of pleasure eggs. Looking at them made
Martinus’ own penis grow rock hard.

Licus’ face contorted in grimaces as the pain pulled on him. The sweat ran
down his chest and his round firm backside, splattering on the ground.
Everyone in the yard was still, watching the slow castration of the prisoner.
Watching the cord and weight do its job on his genitals. Watching as his penis
grew too. Finally getting fully erect as the throbbing agony of his unmanning
turned into a tingling sensation that mixed pleasure and pain. Most of the men
got hard and some began to squirt in their pants.

Licus grew almost delirious with the pure sensation of his testicles in agony.
His head rolled and his eyes fluttered back in his head. He thrust his hips up
and forward, trying to fuck the air. This caused the weight to pull harder,
further paining his testicles. His penis flopped up and down. It had reached
its full hardness and erection. It extended out a full 8 inches. Its skin
taught around its veined shaft of man muscle. He jerked upwards once. The
weight yanked up and down with a snap that put an end to his air fucking. He
squealed in agony.

“It is time to speed things up a bit, Licus. After all we are here to witness
a castration.” With that Martinus drew two last items out of the tool box. Six
inch long, barbed steel spikes.

As the spikes got closer to his manhood, Licus begged Martinus. “Oh please do
not put those into me. Pleeee..AAIIIEE!” He couldn’t finish his sentence as
Martinus inserted the first spike into his left nut. He kept right on
screaming as Martinus did the right ball after that.

The immediate effect of the spikes into Licus’ nuts was of course, agony
producing, but the lingering effect was orgasmic. Licus started to cum. In a
violent and jerking manner. His cock spurted long ropes of manjuice and the
cord and weight jerked up and down. Even more violently than prior. His
wounded scrotum began to rip with each jerk and his testicles came out of the
sack. Actually popping out one by one. The cord slid down over the empty
scrotum and tightened around the cords that held his testicles on. They hung
there, suspended for a moment in time. Each separate ball, hanging with a
steel spike in it. Finally as he stopped pumping juice, Martinus reached down
and pulled hard on the weight. Licus balls came loose and smacked the ground
between his legs. He let out a deep long grunt not so much of pain, but more
pure sensation, and realization that he was no longer a man.

The Governor called out. “Now it is time for you to come into my house,
Martinus, for your own trial. One on one.”

The governor had witnessed all of Matinus’ unmanning of Licus. He liked what
he saw and realized that a talent for man torture that Martinus possessed was
motivated by his own testicles. He should keep them, for he would be useful
and entertaining.

He would use the wooden paddle on Martinus’ genitals. A long and hard beating
that would take him within an inch of being gelded, but not quite. An intense
experience, lasting hours, that would change Martinus forever. He would be
made to cum, from the beating, three times. His testicles would grow numb
after it all. He would heal after a month or two and his testicles would again
produce manjuice.

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Neurological Castration

Summary: Pediatrician develops a practice of radically circumcising boys in accordance with parent’s wishes that "men aren't supposed to have a penis until they are married."

Our minister takes me aside after service while back, and asks for my advice.
There's a young man who's been caught masturbating in class, in the school
bathroom, at the beach, and during the church Service. Isn't there something I
could do medically? I suggest that William and his Mom come to my office for
consultation.

So, there they sit. I heard that William, 13, had just recently discovered the
orgasm potential of his penis. Uncircumcised, he found stimulation
"excessive," according to Mrs. Spiller, William's Mom. His hands were in his
pockets often, stroking. He also knew the wrath of his parents, principal, and
especially the minister. He said knew he needed help.

William's Mom, signed the consent form, specifying circumcision and
frenectomy. She wanted William's circ to be tight and "clean." I was to
amputate as much of his erogenous tissue as possible. I was ingenious to that
end.

Like most doctors, I use the gomco clamp. It’s known to give the look parents
seem to want. Tight, and just a little mucosa left. Because it’s tight, the
frenulum is made taunt, and is often therefore excised. So far, so good, but
my secret involves chilling the penis, so it gets really tiny. I can apply the
very smallest bell to cover the glans for the gomco to clamp. This small bell
enables me to place the circumcision scar just 1/8-inch below the corona.

William follows me into the procedure room, and lies on the operating table.
He’s like an automaton. I give him a general, and start by picking out a gomco
setup designed for neonates. Way too small normally for an 13-year-old penis,
but 15 minutes of ice and it fit, barely. Clamped, trimmed, and freed of the
bell, William’s penis was bowed by his now tight frenulum. Snip, snip and
trim. All clean, with no frenulum or delta. Nice look.

I explain to William that he’ll have a hard time reaching orgasm, and bound to
use lube to be able to masturbate. But now he’s like lots of the men in
America:

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His mother explains that now he’ll have to wait for marriage to have a penis.
I pity that woman, thinking of William frantically pounding away.

Word gets around among the regional minister crowd. I guess the Orange County
liberal "no routine circumcision movement" is bust. A stream of kids coming in
because "Dr. Hawkins gets results." So, now I’m mutilating an average of 7
boys a day. At $375 a pop, takes 20 minutes max.

Nationally, 20 of 75 boys on average, or more than 1000 neonates daily in
America; think, there's a neurological castration going on right this minute.
What a racket.

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The God Jainus

Summary: The government uses the God Jainus to execute a program of reversible eunuchization in the far future. Feel free to use this story's concepts, including the scrotal lock and phallal plate in your own stories.

Jainus

The street was quiet on this early summer day. It was a holiday today, no
school. Some kids were playing on the street - others hadn't even gotten up
yet. That is when the van started down the street. The van had the mark of the
God Jainus - the government's symbol of the program.

Perhaps some explanation of the significance of Jainus and to this tale. Many
years ago we had use of a device known as a Stargate. It could be used to
travel to distant planets. There was an agressive symbiotic species that ruled
over man - their slaves. This one particular God known only as the 'System
Lord Jainus' had this propensity for castrating all dissenters before
executing them. Long after we defeated Jainus and her confederates our planet
fell into chaos. A new dark age started and lasted for a thousand years. Our
society rose up out of that chaos.

Inheriting from our ancestors their pantheon of gods, the government uses them
for different purposes. This is the story of Jainus.

As the van approached a few young boys, they noticed it and started running.
They didn't get very far though as a stunning force knocked them out. The boys
knew better than to shout out a warning to others - it would be worst for
themselves.

Troops from the van started to go from house to house rounding up all of the
boys upto a cetain age. Within half an hour they had close to 100 boys sitting
in a makeshift cage.

"Boys of Milkshafer Street, you have been selected by the God Jainus to be
inducted into The Program" a commander announced.

One of the boys in the cage blurted out "But I am not from this street."

The commander annoyed replied, "You only had to be here to be chosen for this
honour."

With that the process was to start, "Everybody is to now remove their clothing
and lay it down on the ground." Then the boys started to comply - slowly.

The boys obviously felt a measure of shame. Showing the penis in public is
obscene, showing the ass is completely normal. It is actually common for men
and boys to wear clothing that hides the penis but shows their ass completely.

One by one the boys were taken to a special area inside the van. All of the
boys, who went in, had a huge erection. The first thing done was a spray on
their private area to remove any hair. With quick action a device was attached
to the base of their testicles - the scrotal lock.

The scrotal lock is castration without removal of testicles. The device works
such that testicles still produce sperm, and testosterone but none of that
leaves through the lock intact. So the boys are eunuchs, but not in the true
sense of the word.

A device is implanted in their prostates to assist in the conversion. The
penis is then covered with a phallal plate preventing their personal use of
the penis. The plate has a hole from which the hole in the end of the penis is
directed towards with some plumbing.

One side effect the eunuchs have to face is the increase in semen production.
They are still completely sterile, but some growth factors have yet had to
deal with. The penis also grows, but beyond that they are the typical eunuch.

Every hour the device in their prostate causes an immediate ejaculation to rid
it of the excess semen produced. Waves of pleasure go through the eunuch's
mind as it happens.

After all of the eunuchs are released they are informed that they are not to
wear any other clothing but shoes and hat. They must be identifiable. If they
are deemed viable breeders when they are older from school then they are
released frorm their bondage and start having sex.

Those that are deemed unviable are immediately clipped by their locks.

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2007 Part 3

Summary: Background: over 99 % of the world population dies in a nuclear comedy of errors, Pakistan nukes India a preprogrammed Indian rocket takes out Beijing, China nukes Russia. With no leadership left, the Majors and Captains fire off the remaining warheads. Only a few settlements in the Arctic and South Pole suvive.

` The girls thought a little ritual would give more meaning to our lives. They
planned a party to welcome the 2 Danish boys and their sister into the fold. A
special chair was made for the ceremony. The group formed a circle around the
chair, the 3 to be welcomed were kept in an other room. The boys mother sat in
the chair naked, her pubic hair had been shaved. All the group were naked
except for a head band of distintive colour to mark their breeding group. `

The 3 were brought into the circle, the ladies that were to form the younger
boys group took him to his mother and slipped his stiff member into her,they
moved him forward and back, 1 stroke and then one his group of girls took the
mother place and he filled her with his seed. The girls all gathered around
hugging and kissing him. The this older brother received the same treatment.

Their sister took her place in the chair, as she was to be mine, I came
forward and kissed her on the lips, then bent and kissed her freshly shaved
mons. I tickled her clit till she was gasping for breath, just as she came, I
took her cherry with a special gold dildo.

( to be continued )

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We need a pair of balls

Summary: Jim wanted to take part in group sex with the office dykes. He got what he wanted, but much more besides..

` Jim always wanted to fuck a bunch of dykes at the same time. There were 3 of
them at the place where he worked. He once confided in a straight woman friend
that he'd like to fuck one of the dykes. He was surprised that the word got
out. One day, Maeve, one of the dykes, came up to Jim and said, " Tracey, Lina
and I" (that was all of the dykes) "want to have a sex session in the disabled
loo after hours. But we need a set of balls....it's no fun otherwise. Will you
be there?" "Oh yes!!" Jim said.`

After hours, Jim was there. The three women trooped in, Maeve and Lina very
butch looking while Tracey had longe blonde hair and big round tits, not
looking dykey at all. They all stripped off. Jim took off his clothes too,
revealing a foot long, 1 1/2 inch cock with balls the size of passion fruit.
"Like kinky stuff?" asked Tracey. "Yes, " said Jim. "Good, then we'll tie you
up!!" said Tracey. They swiftly tied Jim to one of the toilets.

Jim sat theere in anticipation, spunk filling his balls. "Who's going to shave
him?" asked tracey. "I will," said maeve. "Shave?" asked Jim, confused. "Yes,
shave," said Maeve. "Just because we're going to castrate you doesn't mean
we'd want to infect you."

"C-c-c-castrate me?? W-w-w-why??"asked Jim. Maeve shoved Jim's shitty pants
into his mouth to gag him before replying."Tracey went through a very bad
marriage before coming out," she replied. "She can't really let herself go
whenhaving sex with women. So we decided to arrange for her to cut off a man's
balls. It's very therapeutic..I've done it and so has Lina".

Jim could do nothing as Maeve took a straight razor from her dungarees pocket.
Without water, she carefully shaved Jim. Then she passed the razor to Tracey.
With her huge clit throbbing like a penis, Tracey approached Jim. "Prepare to
be a eunuch!!" she said. She then cut his scrotum open along the centre line,
and pulled his testicles out , leaving them hanging. All 3 women were on the
cusp of orgasm. Tracey pulled the balls taut and with a swift slash, castrated
Jim. Maeve fell on top of Lina and fucked her thoroughly. Tracey shoved the
severed balls into her cunt and came repeaterdly.

Maeve patched up Jim. The women kept his balls in formaldehyde. Jim wasordered
to eat each of them in turn, and did so. He then had to eat them
afterwards,whenever they asked,. If he refused, they would displa his severed
balls to all his colleagues, thus exposing his eunuch status. And they just
MIGHT take his cock as well.

Two moths later, and Jim had totally adjusted to his new status.His huge cock
had shrivelled to the size of a frankfurter, and he had no more erections. The
women would order him to eat them, and occasionally they would rape him up the
arse with strap on dildos.

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Her steel

Summary: Who was the beautiful woman and the man who gave her his cock?

Her body looked fantastic, she was in her early 30’s, with long legs, white
lace panties and a white lace bra holding perfect breasts with beautiful
looking skin. The steel meat cleaver shone in the light, glinting on its razor
sharp cutting edge.

He was a muscular man in his early 40’s but still with a very good body. He
walked into the room naked, with his erection sticking out before him. She
looked into his face and he looked down at his penis, back at her and nodded
his acceptance.

He walked over to the wooden bench and rested his penis onto it, pushing his
pelvis up to the bench to get of much as it on there as possible. The penis
was long, thick and veiny and the skin was a strong flesh colour.

She stepped forward and rested her hand on his penis for a second. Then she
stood side onto him and raised the cleaver. She looked amazing with the
cleaver raised above her head, her long legs pleasantly muscular and her
breasts slightly pushed together by her raised arm. He stood with his legs
apart and fists clenched by his side.

She brought the cleaver down with no emotion and severed his penis at the
base, with the cleaver thudding into the wood. He staggered back slightly,
feet still apart, hands still clenched, with every vein in his body standing
out and his muscles taught; he flushed red in the face, looking down at his
cum spurting from the short stub where his penis had been.

She put her hand on the penis on the bench and rolled it back and forwards as
she masturbated.

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Fishin’

GAY, NULLIFICATION, Furry  Antrhomorphic...

Summary: Charn that wicked Tiger goes looking for a bit of sea food...

“Hey there handsome.” The big Tiger greeted the stallion as he trotted down
the pier.

“Hey stripy…” “What’s up?” The sleek young equine asked as he strolled up to
the big pred.

“Oh nothing much… just been fishin’” The big smiling feline explained pointing
to his deep sea rod and reel.

“Fishing… well that’s always fun.” The Horse said pleasantly… thinking the
Tiger must be nuts. “Did ya catch anything?”

“No… nothing yet.” The sleek handsome feline admitted. “I think I maybe using
the wrong kind of bait…”

“Oh?” The stud asked only half interested, he’d spotted a couple of flesh
muzzles on the nude beach!

“Ya… need a bigger worm I think.” The Tiger purred as he watched the
stallion’s trouser snake drop down excitedly.

“Hmmmmm maybe the hooks to big for the fish.” The distracted stud grunted as
he watched the handsome young furs down the beach.

“Oh, I’m ont going after trout here.” Charn assured reeling his line in and
unhooking the rather small junk from it looking frustrated. “Too bad I don’t
have a foot long worm… that’d be perfect.” The Tiger purred again as he
watched the horses long black cock swinging between his thighs.

“Foot long worms!” “Hahaha… I got yer foot long worm!” “Right here!” He jokes
playfully clutching at his trouser snake tauntingly.

Twenty minutes later, the Tiger is carefully threading his big fishing hook
through the long dissevered cock! The horse draped over a old barrel, tail
hole gaping; with the Tiger’s seed running down his inner thighs. “You’re
right… this is a much better worm!” Charn smirks as he tosses the lengthy
‘worm’ into the rushing water, picking up his pole eagerly…

“Ohoooooo fuck…” The cockless stallion moans weak and submissively his eyes
rolling back in his head. Charn smirks thinking about the young fox’s on the
beach that would be getting molested by the horny stallion.

As the tide rushed out it quickly carried his bait into deep waters. The big
organ bloated with blood and powerful sexual hormones. Leaving a ever widening
scent trail in the oceans restless currents. The smooth sleek grayish white
hide of the big predator gleamed under the churning surf! As the massive
grinning anthromorphic shark swam powerfully through the riptide currents. The
scent so masculine and powerful it sweetness it had the big predator
entranced! That big naked organ bouncing and floated in the swirling waters,
as the sleek deadly predator circled. The Shark nuzzles at that big black cock
with his blue and white muzzle! The blood in the water driving his good sense
away with frenzy! Those rows of dagger like teeth part, just enough for that
huge tool to slither between them! As the big predators sleek powerful body
darts forwards gobbling that might organ up! Double rows of serrated razor
sharp teeth sheared smooth and clean, as that rubbery head twisted right and
then left. Then the big predator was swimming smoothly away, savoring the
plunder in his maw!

When suddenly he’s brought up short, his head twisted as the big hook sets in
his jaw! Now the fight is on as the big Shark reacts instinctively, jerking
his head back and forth and trying desperately to swim away! Even as the
stainless steel hook digs deeper in his flesh and the metal lead of the
fishing line holds him fast! As the resistance slowly released letting him
swim deeper… But it was taking all his might… and as he began to tire and his
strokes weakened… He was pulled slowly and relentlessly back and up… The big
Shark quickly tried a new tactic, twisting and turning swim in circles instead
of down. But the pull was constant, and even as he work and turned growing
more and more exhausted. The line pulled him closer and closer; he hardly
realized he was losing ground at first. But as his strength ebbed he saw the
shallow bottom and the bulk of the piers! Then suddenly his big sleek body was
hoisted from the water, the air light and crisp. Burned like fire in his
gills, as they worked back and forth. He kicked and struggled to get back to
the oceans cool waters.

But in this thin atmosphere his webbed hands and feet were useless. Slowly his
mighty body was lifted helplessly over the piers railing. And a big smiling
black and orange striped muzzle was smiling down at him! The Shark had seen
many land creatures swimming in his watery world over the years. But he’d
never seen one like this, and although he’d never seen a Tiger. The great
white knew at once this was a predator, as surely as he was! His body was
dropped in ceremoniously downed in to the rough wooden boards. Where it
floundered for a long moment as the Shark peered around wildly. His world
spinning as he overdosed on oxygen farther added to his helplessness. “You’ve
been poaching prey from my hunting grounds!” The Tiger purred, his voice
sounding strange and deep in the thin atmosphere. Even as those hot paws slid
down his cool white belly, stroking and fondling the maleness there. Teasing
out the Anthromorphic Sharks long hefty male organ the over exposure of oxygen
helping. As those smooth leather paws tease that big organ to full extension.
“That’s not wise… even if they were visiting yours!” The big Tiger purred as
he dropped his mouth onto the Sharks long cock. The heat of that mouth stunned
the Shark… he’d never felt its like! The nerves tingling with pain as that
burning maw swallowed his whole length! The Tigers big deadly maw, with its
mandibles of death, suckling him quickly and powerfully. Even as those big
smooth paws kneaded and gripped his smooth rubbery belly. Locating the pouches
that held his semen, the Shark wide jaws shot open wide. As his sexual organs
tingled and quickly reacted to the Tigers stimulation! A strangely high pitch
squeal escaped him as needle like claws dug those organs out. Cutting them
free of his rubbery flesh as that searing hot maw slid all the way down his
organ. Those soft furry lips kissing the slit it was emerging from, pushing
them apart. As the suckling pulled it out farther than it had ever been. Then
those powerful jaws snapped closed, there was a ‘Crunch’ of shattering
cartilage. The wheezing gasping Shark squealed once again as his big male
organ vanished forever. The world was a blurry confusing mess, for the big
predator of the sea. And then suddenly… startlingly the sweet salty waters of
his home washed over him! Without a moments hesitation the big predator swam
for deep water!

Gathering up his gear Charn licked his lip’s happily… he just loved seafood!
As he walked back down the pier a fellow fisherman was heading out onto it.
“Have any luck catching anything?” The smiling otter asked.

“Caught my dinner!” The Tiger answered smiling. “One big boi… but I had my
fill, and believe in catch and release!”

“Amen brother!” The Otter grunted.

FIN

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A Wife's Prerogative

Summary: When Robert cheated on his wife he should have known what she woulddo. After all, she had told him often enough!

` A wife’s prerogative `

By Rosemary - a story for my husband, lest he ever dare cheat on me…..

Magda had always been intrigued by her fascination with castration. Even from
a relatively early age in her native town of Maple Downs in the English county
of Leicester, any accounts of men being emasculated would instantly seize her
attention. She was not what you would call a beautiful girl. But she counted
herself as attractive if a little diminutive in manner and appearance. At
school, her light brown hair, small dark eyes and a penchant to stare when she
wasn’t wearing her glasses contributed towards her nick-name of ‘mouse’.

At University she once chaired a debate on whether rapists should have the
option of castration in return for reduced prison sentences. Such a subject,
at the time, was considered rather risqué, but vogue. The ‘fors’ won, the
conclusion being that all sex offenders should have the option of surgical
castration as a part of their rehabilitation treatment.

By her mid twenties she was subscribing articles to various magazines on the
subject, though usually under a pseudonym. And she actually met her husband
through an internet chat line, whilst discussing the various health merits of
castration. It had become apparent to her that men fell into three categories.
There were those that found castration of little interest - merely a
mutilation. Then, there were those for whom castration was a thing of horror -
the renown Freudian castration complex. And finally, those that found the
subject a stimulant. Robert, her husband, was in the later category, and on
their first date they spent much of the evening discussing all the various
facets of the topic. During courtship and subsequent marriage their sex life
was enthused by imaginative games in which Robert would be threatened with
castration if he did not comply with Magda’s commands. It was quickly evident
to Magda that Robert was also aroused by fantasies of female domination.

Fleetingly, Magda had relished the dark thought of actually castrating Robert,
but held no illusions that such an act would realistically put an end to their
sex life.

After three years their marriage began to go stale, with the inevitable onset
of creeping indifference. It was about the same time that she had also begun
to develop a very close friendship with a woman at her office. Salacious
thoughts of them frolicking naked together gave her cause to question her very
sexual orientation. Then, one weary, sullen late November day a well-wisher
discretely let it slip that Robert was having an affair, and revealed with
whom. Magda’s first reaction was rage and an overwhelming urge to confront
him. But Robert was away on a conference in London, and it was several days
before he returned home. By then, she had cooled down a tad, and decided on a
very different plan of retribution.

On the Friday night he was due to return she donned suspenders, black
stockings and a short leather skirt that guaranteed a flash of white flesh
each time she bent over. She selected a low necked halter top, together with a
bra that boosted her cleavage to Dolly Parton proportions.

Robert’s tongue ran across his lips when his wife confronted him at the door.
Her mode of dress was their signal that ‘games’ were to commence. After a week
of abstinence in London, he didn’t even bother to unpack.

“Take off all your clothes Robert.” She demanded, feet astride, hands on hips.

“Yes, Magda.” He whispered obediently. He slipped off his jacket, tie, shirt,
shoes socks, and trousers. He gently eased his blue cotton briefs down and
stood before her, uncovered.

“Have you been good while you were away?” Magda asked in his ear. She circled
him and he caught the heady scent of Faberge.

“I, did drink a little too much.” He admitted diffidently, his chin dropping
to his chest.

“No naughty ladies I hope?” She cooed menacingly in a low voice.

“Oh no, I daren’t.” He muttered. “I’d… be afraid of your punishment.”

“Ah, and what would I do?” She asked, wandering over to slump into a plush
burgundy leather armchair. Facing him, her fingers drummed on the arms.

“You…. er, you… “ He started.

“Well?” She barked.

“You’d neuter me.” He said finally, seeing Magda frown at his hardening
erection.

“Oh yes, my dear Robert. I’d certainly castrate you.” She smiled without
humour. She’d opened her legs and he could see up to the dark vee in between.
Black lace panties, he observed, longing to drop to his knees and push his
face between those lovely soft white thighs. She stood abruptly, saying
harshly. “But I think for now a little punishment would suffice, then I may
let you pleasure me.” She pointed to the folded square oak dining table.

He knew what she wanted and he bent over the table face down. His head
protruded over one side and his buttocks over the other. She tied his hands to
the far ends, splaying him out. Then forced his legs wide, securing his ankles
to the opposing table legs. He was helpless. His erection was still rock hard
in expectation and his testicles hung vulnerably between his thighs.

Magda, cupped his testicles, kneading them gently. Unseen by Robert she
switched on a tape recorder. She reached beneath him and stroked his hardened
penis. He whimpered in ecstasy.

“Now Robert, tell me….” She said, suddenly assuming a quiet and somewhat timid
manner. “Would you like me to castrate you? So you could become my gelding?”

Insensitive to the unusual reticence in her voice, Robert gasped. “Oh God, yes
Magda.” His excitement fuelled his accelerating gasps for breath.

“Are you quite sure? Are you?” She asked almost childlike. She moved to stand
in front of him, hands folded across her breasts.

“Please Magda, castrate me.” His heart thumped and his stomach churned with
exhilaration. “With one of those castrators they use on bulls.” He continued.
“Please Magda, I need to be castrated.”

“Why?” She raised her eyebrow.

“I’ve abused you.” He admitted. “I’ve been unkind to you and castration is the
only way I’ll stop. It should be the prerogative of all wives - to castrate
their husbands. It should be part of the marriage vows.”

Their game was nothing new. Normally she’d now ponder, and they’d discuss the
why’s and wherefores of castrating him. Then she’d relent and give him one
more chance. But not today.

She knelt in front of him her face only inches from his.

“Very well Robert.” She said, a slight tremor in her voice. “I will do this
for you. I am so afraid that you’ll punish me if I don’t.” With that she rose
and switched off the recorder. He frowned and strained to see what she was
doing.

Her voice suddenly assumed it’s more usual strident confidence. “Oh, Robert, I
do need some instruction though on how to do it.” She turned and strode across
the room to fling open the door. “I’ve asked Leticia to help me.”

Robert grunted, his eyes widening as a tall medium built woman entered the
room. She had a Mediterranean complexion, Latin, with a Romanesque nose and
thin lips. But what held his gaze most was the ominous implement in her hand.
The almost two foot long steel cutters were familiar. His stomach contracted
and he blinked - it was a castrator. This surely was merely a new development
of their game? But his penis began to droop in doubt.

“Leticia, is going to show me how to geld you Robert.” Magda said simply. “You
see, I know all about your sleazy little affair with Susan”.

Robert went cold. Susan? She knew? He squirmed, moaning…”It was an aberration.
I didn’t mean it to happen. It’s all over now. Honestly..”

Magda laughed coldly. “Leticia has already done three men herself, including
her stupid, ex, husband.” She sidled up to Leticia and Robert was aghast as
their lips met in a long passionate kiss. They broke away and Magda turned to
Robert, “You see, Bob, I have no use for you now… Sexually that is.”

Robert’s eyes bulged and something in her voice told him that she was not
pretending. It was no game. He jerked impotently at his bonds.

Leticia came up to him and cupped his balls in her hand. She squeezed and he
gave a jerk of pain. “No more Susans for you Robert.” She chuckled and handed
the castrator to Magda. “It’s quite simple.” She said and pulled down on his
testicles. “Put the blades there.” She pointed to the base of his scrotum, and
Magda complied, holding the handles well apart.

“Please Magda, don’t….” He wailed.

“Now, now, let’s have a little dignity…” Magda sneered in sarcasm, looking at
the figure prostrated across the table.

“I’ll never do it again….” He cried.

“No Bob, you are quite right about that. You’ll never cheat on me again.”

“Please!”

“I just push these together do I?” Magda asked Leticia, who merely nodded.

“The Police…. You’ll be arrested.” He gasped.

“I have your recording, pleading with me to geld you. Admitting you abused me.
And poor little me, so afraid to do anything else. The court will be very
sympathetic. After all, there have been precedents.” Both women giggled.

Robert felt the cold steel encircle his scrotum and the pressure of the blades
increase.

“You’ll never know how often I’ve wanted to do this to a man.” Magda hissed,
savouring the moment. “You’ll be our plaything and you’ll serve both me and
Leticia with your tongue, when we need you.” Her elation was mounting, her
breath coming in short sharp gasps.

He heard Leticia’s low chuckle and had no doubts that her rule would be severe
indeed. He looked at her with pleading eyes. She seemed almost masculine in a
tanned silk trouser suit, the trousers of which looked as though they had been
sprayed on her muscular, athletic legs. . The smile on her face was
unsympathetic, mocking. Her lips opened and a small pink tongue flicked out
reminding him of a snake.

“Magda…!” Robert’s voice was high pitched with fear.

“You said it was a wife’s prerogative, Robert. I’m merely exercising that
prerogative.” And before he could protest further she clamped the handles shut
and he shrieked in pain. His testicles dropped to the floor.

Magda stepped back to admire her handiwork. Leticia moved behind her and
slipped her hand up the front of Magda’s skirt to explore the dark territory
beneath. Magda’s eyes closed and she dropped the castrator to the floor. She
leaned back against Leticia breathing deeply. The episode had brought both
women to the point of climax.

Finally, Magda opened her eyes to gaze at Robert’s incumbent form. He was now
her gelding and it was time to start his compliance training…..

End

Rosemary - rverrel@hotmail.com

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The plant

Summary: A plant makes a meal out of five boys best bits.

` Jamie’s sixth grade class had just begun summer vacation. Unable to sleep
in, the eleven year old decided to go for a morning swim at the local pond. He
called his friends, they agreed to meet up with him in a few hours. Unable to
wait because of boredom, he set out alone. `

The pond was in dense forest, about 2 miles from his house. He rode his bike
as fast as he could through the narrow trail. The morning mist was still
hanging over the water when he arrived. He removed his clothes, hung them up
on a tree limb along with his towel, and jumped in the cool water.

Tired and cold, Jamie climbed out of the pond. His bike was still there, but
his clothing and towel were missing.

“C’mon guys, give me back my stuff, I’m cold.”

“I’m not kidding, please give me my clothes back.”

He heard a twig snap and ran into the forest after it. In an opening between
two large trees he saw the strangest plant he had ever seen, it was a dark
green bulb, about 3 feet high. As he walked towards it, the plant opened. The
dark green outer leaves laid themselves flat against the ground, in the center
was a tulip-like flower, colored a bright orange, 6 inches in diameter. The
pedals of this flower were about 3 inches high, except for the one farthest
from him, which was nearly 6 inches in length. In the center of this flower
was a tight green bud, about the size of his fist, with a wrist-thick stem
holding it up.

“Cool.”

He walked up to it and squatted down, the inner bud opened, tendrils slipped
out and hung down the sides. Inside of the bud there was a ridge running along
the center , on either side of the ridge there were two thin thorns, that laid
flat against the smooth inner wall.

Jamie was still wet and cold, so he straightened up and began to turn around.
Before he could react, vines came from either side of him and wrapped around
his wrists and ankles. His hands were held behind his back as he was forced to
his knees with the plant between his legs. The tendrils wrapped around the
base of his testicles and pulled them inside of the bud. The bud closed, his
testes were held tightly on either side of the ridge. The thorns turned
upwards, he felt them against the bottom of his scrotum. The top of the bud
tightened around the base of his testicles cutting off circulation. Everything
was still for a few moments.

He testicles ached from lack of blood. The thorns slid up through his scrotum
and imbedded themselves into the center of his testes. He howled out, more
from fear than pain. There was pressure and rhythmic throbbing as the plant
injected something into him. Warmth and a buzzing replaced his discomfort. The
thorns retracted and a cold wetness was felt on the bottom of his scrotum.

It was about 10 o’clock. Jamie cried as the buzzing got worse. Suddenly, the
bud convulsed sharply. Although there was no pain, he felt his testes smash.
He began to dry heave. The bud convulsed again. It then began contracting
wildly, this kept up for about 15 minutes. Once it finished, the top of the
bud loosened. The long pedal, on the flower, slipped under his penis. It slid
from base to tip, wiping something on the underside of him, then went back to
its original place. His member got erect immediately and began ejaculating. A
thick, pink fluid hit the long pedal and ran down into the center of the
flower. He passed out, right after realizing that he was looking at his
emulsified testes.

Jamie woke up to the sound of crying. The afternoon sun had dried him, but he
was still cold. He was lying on has back with his knees in the air. Many
articles of clothing were hanging on nearby branches. Dried ejaculate had
stuck his limp penis to his belly. As he peeled it off a few drops of the pink
ejaculate dripped onto his hand. Jamie went white as he slid his fingers down
it to his scrotum and probed in disbelief, it was empty except for the loose
cords.

Regaining composure, Jamie tried to get up, a vine was around his neck. He
looked as far as his restraints would allow him. His friend Alex was to the
left, unconscious, with a vine around his neck as well. Alex’s penis was still
erect and pumping; pink fluid dripped down the side of his belly. To the right
were William and Kevin. William was restrained around the neck; Kevin, who was
closer to the plant, had vines around his wrists and ankles. Both of them were
pale, and staring at Matt. Directly in front of Jamie was Matt, with the plant
between his legs. The bud was convulsing rapidly and Matt was sobbing. It soon
collected its meal, Matt’s body went limp, and he was dragged next to Alex. A
vine slipped around Matt’s neck, and the others released. Kevin was next.
Kevin’s screams for help were quickly drown out by his sobs as the plant began
with him.

By the time the plant was done with Kevin, Alex was awake. Jamie watched Alex
cry as he took stock of the situation. The plant had just injected William, no
one spoke. The sun was just setting when the plant began to crush William’s
testicles. By now, everyone was awake. They were all watching as William’s
testes were eaten. The plant drug William next to the others. The inner bud
then closed,

and the outer leaves shut. Flashlights shone through the trees. The boys’
parents arrived in time to see the plant slip beneath the soil and let them
free.

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Clitoridectomy Support Group 4 Two years later

Summary: Three women embrace clitoridectomy

Two years later

I continued to work as a journalist operating out of New York. However I never
forgot my assignment in Egypt. It changed my thoughts about sex and many of my
habits. My editor then offered me the chance to go back and do a follow up two
years later. I was soon on the plane.

The day after I arrived I rang up the support group. A mid west voice
answered, “Can I help you?’

‘I was trying to catch Sue.’

‘She’s not around at the moment. Can one of us help?’

I explained what I was doing and was invited along there and then.

Sal and Marion

I arrived and was met by two American women, both brunettes, one with curly
hair, the other straight. They were about my mid height and invited me in.
This time we had coffee.

Sal, he curly haired one said, ‘Lots has happened in the last two years. There
are more of us now.’

I looked at them both and asked, ‘You’ve both been circumcised?’

‘Oh yes, we did it to each other,’ replied Marion, the straight haired one.

“Was there pressure form your husbands or their families?’

‘Oh no, we’re not married. We just wanted to move beyond fingering ourselves.’

“We’ve worked for over two years. We heard of this group and came along. Sue
took us through the advantages of clitoridectomy and possible disadvantages,
and we decided to do it.’

Sal said, ‘I’ll show how we did it.’

The took me into a side room. There was chair, which folded back. The seat was
moulded for the buttocks. The back was adjustable at any height from 45% to
horizontal. On the supports there were clasps to hold the woman’s biceps and
wrists behind her. From the seat, two upside down L shaped supports could
swing out. The woman’s knees and ankles were tied to these. Marion brought in
a little upright stand with a wheel on top. It was at the height of the seat.
From this extended a wire with a ring at one end and a weight at the other.
There were a series of weights that could be used.

Sal said, ‘I sat here and was tied up thoroughly. Marion parted my labia and
pulled my clitoris out with a clamp that she attached to the wire. On the
other end we put some weights. We let the weights pull it out a bit further.
Marion had to readjust it a couple of times, so the clamp was right at the
base. Below this she put a miniature guillotine. Then Marion applied a
vibrator to the end of my clitoris and waited for me to come. As my back
arched with orgasm, she pulled the latch on the guillotine. My clitoris parted
from my body and stayed in the clamp as the weight dropped to the floor.’

‘Then did you do Marion? Even while you were bleeding?’

‘No,’ smirked Marion, ‘We went together.’

‘How come, if Sal was tied up?’

‘Before I was tied up, I attached this clamp and guillotine attachment to
Marion’s clitoris. It was much bigger than mine and it was easy to get it at
the base. I held the control for it in my hand. As soon as I went, I pressed
the button and Marion’s clitoris and attachment dropped to the floor.

‘Marion didn’t have an orgasm then?’

‘I enjoyed watching Sal come for the last time. That and knowing we were going
together was more than enough, ‘ said Marion.

Sal continued, ‘Marion cleaned me up before releasing me. Then she lay back
and I cleaned her up.’

‘We healed quickly and we are eternally intimate with each other.’

The both showed me their lockets. The other’s clitoris was preserved in each
one.

‘We now offer the service to other women. That is the passive part. I think
we’ve done about a dozen women in the chair. Would you like to try it?’

As I looked on Sue came in.

“I see Sal and Marion have been showing you their handiwork. Since they
arrived, our membership has shot up.’

Sue updated me on the women I had met previously. Ann, Charlotte and Caroline
had all had babies, and the latter two were still regular visitors.

‘What about Christine?’ I had to ask.

“She’s got married. She married the man she originally wanted.’

“But he was already married.’

“She became his second wife. It’s allowed here. His mother died and he married
her a month later. She’s much happier now.’

Elizabeth

At this moment, a tall woman with long hair and a new baby put her head round
the door.

‘With the door closed, I thought there might be some action in here,’ she
said.

‘No, nothing for the last month,’ replied Sal, but we’re encouraging a
newcomer to give it a try.’

‘You could give her a special, just like you gave me,’ responded Elizabeth.

‘What’s a special?’ I asked.

Elizabeth handed the baby to Sue and walked over.

‘I sat in the chair as usual, nicely tied up. But they did not use the pulley.
Sal and Marion used their hands. They massaged my breasts first, getting my
nipples erect and tender. Then they pulled my labia apart, each taking it in
turns to make sure my clitoris was absolutely fully engorged. I felt I was
going to come a few times, but then they would stop and go back to my nipples.

Without me knowing it, one of them had put the guillotine at the base of my
clitoris. They nearly brought me off again. By this time, I was yelling, ‘Just
do it! I can’t take anymore.’

Then I came and at the same instant off came my clitoris. It was my biggest
and last orgasm.

‘Why don’t you try the chair for size. I am sure Sal and Marion won’t do
anything, but see how it feels.’

‘Go on,’ said Sue, ‘No one will do anything you don’t want.’

‘I’m not having my arms tied, just the legs.’

‘That’s fine by us.’

I stripped off. Sue went over to a sink and brought over a bowl of water.

I sat in the chair and allowed my knees and ankles to be tied. I kept the back
at 45 degrees.

“Do you shave every day?’ she asked looking at my bare labia.

‘No, I had myself depilated last year.’

‘It looks good.’ She quickly washed between my legs.

Marion and Sal took one of the L shaped attachments each and pulled them as
far back as they would go. The inside of my legs ached. I felt exposed and
helpless

I thought that was going to be it. But no, Marion came back and parted my
labia. She took my clitoris between thumb and forefinger and rubbed it until
it was erect. I could not stop myself. The others watched fascinated. I could
see Elizabeth’s nipples erect protruding against her dress.

‘Steady on.’ I said.

‘It’s OK, we’re not going all the way,’ replied Marion.

She put a clamp on my clitoris and attached it to the wire and pulley. At the
other end she put a small weight. I could feel it pulling.

Sue smirked, ‘Just stay there for few minutes. I’ll get you a tea.’

I looked down between my legs and could feel the weight pulling my clitoris
from my body. I almost said, ‘Let’s do it.”

Sue came back and I drank a cup of tea as they all waited for me to say
something.

I looked round at them all and said, ‘If I am going to do this, I have
something more spectacular in mind.’

Marion undid the clamp and freed my legs. ‘We can’t wait,’ she said.

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6 years after penectomy

Summary: Penectomized student has pat time job in brothel.

` My name is Werner. I am 25, 185 cm, black hair, slim, like travelling,
reading newspaper, listening music. Studying civil engineering. I have lost my
penis at an accident with my motorcycle 6 years ago. The accident happened in
summer. I weared a pair of short slags only, no safety dress, when I made a
short ride with my motorbike in our village. A car hit me and I came below my
bike. My lower body got contact with the chain and foot rests. I can't
remember these things, but police suggested this way. Additional to the direct
injury there occured an infection one day later because of dirt. `

That time I got seriously injured and survived only due to good medical help
in a nearby hospital. The penis could not be rescued however. The shaft with
all erectile tissue had to be amputated due to the infection and strong
damage. It has been removed completed. No erectile tissue is left. The
urethral opening was relocated between scrotum and anus. Only a short piece of
the urethra could be saved by the doctors due to strong damage during
accident. Also the bladder had been injured. The closing muscle does no longer
work well. So I have to go to bathroom often times. All wounds have healed so
far. The testicles are working as hormone producers, so that I have not to
take hormones externally. My sexual drive hase decreased strongly however
after the accident. Erections are no longer possible. Soft massage of my balls
etc. is a wonderful experience for me. I am very shy now.

First time in hospital I had a catheder after the surgeries. But after one
week I had to lern to use my new pee hole. In the beginning it was very
painfull because of wounds. It was difficult to do the job without too much
spray. Nowadays I can handle it quite good. Due to the very back location of
the opening I have to remove my slags for urinating. I have to sit down for
this business of course. Only this way I can pee without spray Nude. I can use
the urinal toilet with special pose only. Practically I use the sitting toilet
where no one can watch me. Because of strongly reduced capacity of my bladder
I have to pee quite often since the accident.

For me the accident was a big change of life. Before that I had been never
thinking about such a handicap.

There are so many problems physically and mental. I was 18 yrs old when it
happened. At that time I was living with a lovely girlfriend. First time she
gave me good support already in hospital and later at home. But after 6 months
she went away with another boy.

I had several injuries, also broken legs. But that is all okay now.
"Downstairs" some organs had been badly hurt. Testicles (contusion), urethra
(rupture, shortened), bladder (rupture) and prostate (removed) got much
damage. Errections are no longer possible, there is nothing left to grow and
get hard. Only in my dreams I can have it, and it happens. Generally my sex
drive has reduced much. I have no more ejaculations. Only from time to time,
mostly at night, some liquid is coming out of my pee hole.

In former times I enjoyed sauna and nude swimming. But nowaday I am shy and
try to avoid to show my genitals to others. The time in hospital when I got a
lot of treatments after the injury was horrible. Many nurses and female
doctors saw me.

I am still a human beeing, even without cock. But education of boys from
childhood on, gives the a feeling of importance of having a (big) penis.
That's why it was a big shock to me.

Now it is 6 years since the accident and I have overcome some shyness.

I try to earn some money to finance my study at university. I found a way
which brings good money without much exaustion.

These days I am working in a brothel about 2 days per week. The customers
shall be attracted by me as a special freek. I am a dickless man for display
there. All my bodyhair is shaved away. I have to stay nude in a closed, empty
cage made of steel bars in the lobby of the place. There is no way to hide for
me.

Everyone can see me there, the men as well as the whores. Many customers are
very curious and come close to the cage and look at me. Especially in the
beginning this was extremely humilating to me. Often times I can observe that
the men get an errection when seeing me. They then can hardly wait to have
girl for their relieve when they watch the empty area above my balls. On the
other hand the girls enjoy that I will never be able to screw them. They are
very kind to me; even sometimes a girl is coming into my cage and tries to
make me horny. That is kind of a show to attract customers. However for me it
is quite frustrating because I can only give her a massage with my fingers and
my tongue. Sometimes I press my crotch against her clit and imagine to
penetrate her vagina. However it is only a dream and everybody can see it.

Another highlight for the guests is when I pee. According to my contract I
have to drink two liters of water per hour and I have to urinate in my cage
into a glass bowl. I have to squat like a girl because my peehole is located
behind my testicles.

Still I am looking for a female, who accepts me as I am.

* * *


If It Don't Work, Why Keep It?

Summary: Becky gets tired of never being able to climax, so she has her boyfriend do her a favor

` Becky was frustated as hell. Every time her and Steve had sex, he always
shot his load but Becky was never even able to come close to having an orgasm.
Even if he licked her for an hour, she could never get off and after a while
it became painful. `

Becky always fantasized about cutting her clit off. The only time she could
even get sexually aroused was thinking about the numerous ways she could
destroy it. One day she was alone at night. She went to the kitchen and got a
large serrated knife. Then she went into the bathroom, stripped and laid down
on the floor. Becky was shaking from nervous excitment as she gently rubbed
the sharp edge over her frigid love button. But she couldn't get up the
courage to actually sever it.

The next day she told Steve what she wanted to do. Steve looked at her like
she was crazy.

"Are you nuts" he said, eyes wide. "I love your clit, licking it, stroking it"

"but I don't get anything out of it." becky replied "Hell I can't even get
myself off. And after a while, it hurts. Please help me" Steve tried to
protest but Becky's mind was set.

That night, Becky had Steve tie her spreadeagle to the bed.

"Now I want you to make sure you cut it all." she demanded "All the way down
to the root" Steve sighed and agreed.

"I still wish you'd change your mind" he said, holding the thick handled
kitchen knife.

Becky laid her head back and pushed her cunt up to him. "Do it now" she
demanded. "With no mercy" Steve relunctantly reached down and pulled her pussy
lips wide apart and put clips on her labia to keep them out of his way. He
then placed the knife blade up against her clit, which seemed to be erect with
excitment, begging him to cut it. He then dug the blade under the base of her
excited member and began to cut roughly. Becky moaned with pleasure. Steve
sawed upward toward the head. Just as he cut thru the nerve, Becky had an
orgasm that shook her entire body. With a final tug, he jerked her clit away
from her body and pressed a cauterizing iron to the hole.

Becky laid on the bed covered with sweat, completely spent from her mind-
blowing orgasm. Steve was strangly excited as he looked at her now bare
pooter. It was a turn on to see the frigid clit gone.

Now Becky and Steve are happier than ever. Becky is relieved that the useless
piece of meat is gone. Strangly enough, she has the best orgasms without it.
Steve misses licking and playing with it but overall is happier than ever with
his now clitless woman.

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Dolpheo Nullified - Revised

Summary: Note to the eunuch.org reviewers: This is a revision intended to replace the original "Dolpheo". I read that version over multiple times but, Murphey's Law, didn't discover some typos until after it was posted. Also, as you can see, I've slightly changed the title to make it more descriptive. So if you please, I would appreciate it if you took down the original "Dolpheo" and posted this in its place. Thank you!Synopsis: Dolpheo is abducted by human-like aliens, loses his genitalia, and gets laid. A lot.

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KAREN AND FRANK

Summary: Karen got freedom.

Removed for plagiarism:

See this link:

http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/W/ea_82711a_wife_c.htm

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Self Initiation (gay, testicles, young)

Self Initiation

Today is the most important day in my young life. I am to become a member of
an international group of males that is deeply entrenched in business,
politics, and to some extent, religion. This group has been in existence for
several hundred years, and its members are the most influential and powerful
men in the world.

The pretext of this group has always been that if young men are altered early
in life then they can concentrate totally on maintaining this far reaching
enterprise, without the encumbrance of sexual desire. This concept arises from
antiquity where the court eunuchs held riches and power and where even
involved with making war.

Today I am 16 years of age. As such, I am anxious to participate in this
special initiation ritual. Upon healing, I will go to a private school for
advanced, highly specialized training. Following private school, I will attend
University to obtain one or more advanced degrees in the specialty to which I
am assigned. Following my formal education, I will be guaranteed, for life, my
position in this power empire.

My life here began 12 years ago. As a 4 year old waif, I was brought from the
orphanage in a large South American city, where I had been abandoned at birth.
Upon arrival at our compound, I was circumcised, as are all of the boys here.

During my stay, I have received an extensive education and I am fluent in many
languages. Because of my performance I am the highest rated student in my age
group. At most, 6 boys are given this opportunity each year. This year, there
are 5 of us. The initiation I am to undergo is completely voluntary. For many
years I have known that to succeed in this organization I would have to
willingly surrender a portion of my manhood.

A new procedure this year with this organization is that I was asked for a
large quantity of sperm that could be frozen for insemination at a later time.
Thus, if I become a success, my seed can be used to propagate my progeny, even
after I have been modified. For the last month or so, I have been providing
daily specimens to the bank.

For the last 7 evenings, I have been allowed to shared my bed with a variety
of different boys. I was given the option of selecting boys from the age
groups of 13, 14, and 15. Last night I shared my bed for a second time with my
favorite of all of the groups, an ebony skinned 15 year old. His name is Jamal
and he is the lead student in his age group. Since he was most willing, I
spilled my seed into him a number of times during the night. I also allowed
him to penetrate me during our love making. He will undergo this initiation in
one years time. He will also assist in the operation about to be performed.

It is time for my initiation. I am told to remove all of my clothing, save a
narrow white loin cloth around my slender hips. I am walked into the operating
theater. There, the surgeon removes my loin cloth, exposing my genitals. There
are mirrors on the ceiling and walls of this room and I have a good view of my
private parts. The doctor begins by injecting my testicles and scrotum with a
solution that will temporarily block all sensations. As I watch, he draws red
lines on my scrotum; one about 1 inch in length from the base of my penis to
the middle of the sac, another about 1" long at an angle to the left of the
end of the first line, and a third, a mirror image of the second. Basically,
an upside down letter Y is drawn in red on the sac.

I am handed a scalpel, and using the mirrors and the techniques that I have
practiced for several months, I slice open my scrotum along the line from the
base of my penis. A light touch is all that is required since the scalpel is
extremely sharp. With the first opening made, I move the scalpel and slice to
the right, and then to the left.

My friend then takes my penis in his hand and begins to massage it. He has
coated his hands with a massage oil to increase the blood flow to my rod. As I
near my final orgasm, the scrotum begins to shrink, pulling the testicles
tight against my abdomen. As the scrotum shrinks, the testicles are forced
through the incisions I have just made. As I reach orgasm, my friend puts his
lips over my glans to drink of my final flow. The testicles have now pushed
through and are hanging below the fully contracted sac of my scrotum. My
friend releases my penis and I grasp the right ball and pull it gently,
causing the thin tubes attached to it to emerge from within my body. When I
stop there are several feet of spermatic tube laying on the table. I repeat
the process with the left ball.

The surgeon then tightly ties a thin black thread around the tubes to each
ball. He gives me the scalpel and while holding both tubes in my left hand, I
use my right hand to severe both tubes, just below the thread.

It is done. I have just terminated my ability to reproduce. I place the
testicles and tubes into a small stainless bowl for disposal.

The surgeon then places a plastic prostethis into the sac. It is a single
molded piece in the rough shape of two testicles. It is weighted slightly in
one end so it will tend to hang in the proper orientation. He then sutchers
the incisions. In a few weeks, the scars will heal, and to all but the closest
physical examination, it will appear that I have a fully functional set of
balls.

Send comments to: oldspark@hotmail.com


Al and his Brother Danny

WARNING, TESTICLES, MINOR, threehornyboys@aol.com

Summary: A teenage boy and his younger brother leave home and find out life is not better away from home.

` Chapter one: The beginning `

It seens like a long time ago. Al was 16yo and over to his best friends house,
next door. Greg and him had been friend for a long time, but today was going
to be different. It was raining, the boys where alone in Greg's room. They
were looking at a Playboy. Greg was rubbing his crotch and Al's cock was
getting bigger so both boys were getting hard. soon it would be painful and
they would shed their clothes, stroking thier dick rubbing them until they
shot their cream load all over Greg's bath towel. This was the beginnig of
many rainy afternoons together. Later, they would add Al's younger brother
Danny.

Both Danny and Al were blond blue smooth hot young teenboys. Like a lot of
teenagers, they thought a like about sex. Gym class was a chance to see the
hot bodies of those cute yung boys. Greg , Al and Danny spent a lot of time
jacking off and talking about the hot hung boys in school.However one day life
would change. Al way studying late at the library and had to piss. The
bathroom was in the basement behind the rows of books. Al went to the urnial
to pee. He pulled out his boy cock and was pissing when a big tall black men
took the urnial new to him. The black men was almost a foot taller than Al (
who is only 5 foot 8. He pulled out his huge black cock. Al could only watch,
as the Black men stroked his black cock.

"You like that boy?" the black men said.

Al could only nod.

"Suck it!!" he said.

The black men push Al to his knees and forced Al to suck him off. He took Al's
clothes and fucked him in the middle of the library restroom. It was Al's
first black man and his first fuck.

After that night Al looked for the black men all over but counldn't find him.
He told the two other boys how hot it was. It would have ended there except
for a chat room. Late one night Al was at his computer when he saw a chat room
DomBlkM4subwhtm. he entered the room and just watched. He found black men who
used white boys. Al was so turned on that he almost came in his jeans. Night
after night he watched until one night he said hi to one of the black men. Al
sent the black guy a pic of him and his brother Danny. The Black man was
interested. After a few night he meet more black men across the country. Many
of them promised sex but not until he met MASTER Isaiah was the boy really
interested. The Master promise to take control of him, used him, dominate him,
shave his teenage body bare, and most important sell him like a slave to other
black men. The moment Isaiah said that Al's dick was rock hard. Al wanted to
be used like that. Soon it was all Al could think of. Al talked to Isaiah
almost every night. Al decided to visit Isaiah in Upstate New York just after
thanksgiving. As Al maked plans for the trip Danny to was interested in
visiting Isaiah. One night Danny talked to Isaiah. He told the boy how he
would use him fuck him sell his ass and all his stuff. leaving him tied up and
naked. Danny just like Al was rock hard. They both would leave home and give
themselves to Master Isaiah.

Chapter two: Master Isaiah

The day had arrived, Al and Danny parents were out of town. The boys packed up
Al's car and off they were to Upstate New York. As the trip went on both Al
and Danny got harder and harder. Soon they were crossing Ohio part of
Pennsylania us they entered the city they found the motel which Master Isaiah
was staying. The boys parked the car dressed only in jeans, jocks, tee shirts
and docs just as Master Isaiah had said. No socks no underwear. Both boys
dicks were pushing against the demin, as they opening the door. They dropped
to their knees and be fore Master Isaiah.

"Strip naked now!" he said.

The boys torn off their clothes trying to obey. Now they were naked before
their huge black Master. Over the next hours he used them over and over again.
They sucked his cock, his balls, licked his black ass and were fucked by his
huge black cock. None of they got any sleep. The boys were fuck out when the
alarm rang.

" Time to get going, bitches." He said.

The boy got up and showered with their black owner. It was a real contrast the
big black man and the two white boys. The boys were kept naked and used every
night for a week. When Isaiah was gone on business the boys were tied up to
the two beds spread eagle. A number of times that week Isaiah would bring his
clients to see the boys. He loaned them out to the highest bidder. After a
week of this the boys were loaded into a van and taken to a large warehouse.
In the center was a stage, with all Al's and Danny's stuff, even Al's car. One
by one each item was auctioned off the car, the computer, the stero, all of
Al's and Danny favorite things. One by one gone. Whne they began to auction
off Al and danny's clothes. Al's leather jacker, Danny's favorite sweater. all
gone. Even the underwear! The only thing left was the clothes Al and Danny
were wearing. Master Isaiah was not done. the boys tie shirt were sold right
off their backs, next their docs and then their jeans. Now the only thing left
was their jocks. they were sold too. The boys were left naked in the middle of
the room full of black men. Master Isaiah was not done yet. Now he would sell
their hair all of it. THe highest bidder on each boy would shave the boy bare
from head to toe nothing would be left. Totally hairless. First Al and when
Danny were shaved bare. But Master Isaiah was still not done. Al and Danny
thought what else does he have to sell.

The auctioner took his place as both Al and Danny were brought naked to the
stage their hand tied behind their backs. The auctioner announced that the
boys would be casterated and their balls would be sold. the boys could believe
it. Now everything they own was gone, all their clothes , they were shaved and
now they would lose their nuts too. Master Isaiah smiled in the background and
said, "This is what you wanted boys this is what you'll get your mine now, i
own you balls and all."

The auctioner closed the bidding and the new owner of the boys balls walked up
with a large knife.

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Erlenmeyer Wieners

Summary: … designer cookware for cocks

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Tanya was toast. You already heard about that. Her cock and balls were semen-
steamed and prepped for their trial separation.

The story was _Auction-Block Chopping-Block Cock_. It wasn’t illustrated, but
let me paint a clearer picture of Tanya and his/her technique.

The nurses in from Montreal spoke French, but the coolest special tool they
brought was invented by some German chemist guy around 1900. Erlenmeyer’s
Flask is every thing you could ask for with an a la carte castration.

It has a wide bottom and tapers up to a very-thin neck. No, it’s not your ex-
husband. It’s made of clear pyrex glass, good for heating things up and good
for heating up the audience watching things heating up, with their see-through
vantage advantage.

After all the surgical tubes and stuff were in place, the bands were set low
for a simultaneous death choke on both Tanya’s testicles and the rest of her
man-sized manhood.

With such big and cute cocks, many shemales keep their genitals – oh, what a
sexy sight when one is up close and personal with a best-of-both-worlds babe.
Cock-alicious Babe-alicious.

But Tanya’s was sold fair and square, a straight deal for a kinky gay guy who
had a fetish thing for phallic fillet. After all, her tits (and a nice
shopping spree at the Eaton Mall Victoria’s Secret) would be paid for by the
delicate deal for her delicacies.

I don’t know if any of the studs were named Erlenmeyer, but whatever and
whoever, there was plenty of semen deposited into the flask for a nice supply
of steam – and such succulent sucked-off steam at that.

Her cock stood bravely during its demise. The nurses proclaimed certification
of dick death after about six hours of banding. It was ready to be prepared
for its new owner.

Bunson was on stage holding a flame under the flask, all on a low table kind
of like those little Japanese ones where you have to sit on your ass while
knives and sushi fly all over the fucking place.

Four black studleys picked Tanya up by legs and feet and placed her cock-down
over the flask hole. Her fuck hole kept oozing cum from the happy partying it
had during the previous six hours, while a fifth black guy guided the cock-
ball combo into the flask. Nice tight fit. Nice view for everyone (and for the
cameras), as I said before.

Slowly the semen began to steam. Tanya screamed, but a quick cock up her mouth
brought the sound of a speechless audience back to normal.

Another two hours. The nurses said this was probably an over-cook, but they
wanted to be sure and there were no good cookbooks yet written for this
process.

During the well-seen seamy steaming, the nurses told how they got their idea
for this new de-cocking method.  They learned it in Germany, Erlenmeyer’s
hometown probably.

They were nurses-in-training as they watched to gay lovers for a delightful
dining out by dining off. Things pretty much happened as were happening for
pretty Tanya here, but there in Germany there was a twist, a twist of the
knife as it were.

When the German fags were still steaming, the two lovers sat on ornate
platters as they craved and carved. The fork test showed they were done just
right, and it was really, really kinky to watch their steak knives slice piece
by piece. They shared each other.

The cameras caught that quaint scene where lovers intertwine their arms as the
sip champagne. But their champagne was steaming semen sauce with a little
fresh piss added for flavor. They followed the toast with the same
intertwining romantic pose, but this time their forks served freshly-carved
cock heads.

The nurses couldn’t remember if the German lovers had fed each other the other
guys cock head or if they fed each other their own cock heads. The audience
agreed that either would be fine, a matter of taste, so to speak.

After the stories, Tanya was placed on a platter of her own. The new owner of
his/her genitals slowly carved out his own place in erotic history.

He was a little nervous, so in the film you will see him wearing a mask. But
because of Erlenmeyer and his flask, you’ll get a great view of everything
else.

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_I wish it were an

Erlenmeyer Wiener.

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_That is what I really want it to be.

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_Because, if it were an Erlenmeyer Wiener,

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_everyone would love to come and see…

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_me and my kinkily-cooked cock.

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_I asked the nurses if they ever heard or saw kinky

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_proceedings with female circumcision.

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_They said it was common for a kinky woman to

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_make a nipple-cut-off decision

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_(because, apparently, they fry up pretty good too),

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_but they had only seen one lez orgy scene

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_involving clits collected and cooked a la carte.

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_With their mouths full,

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_the nurses couldn’t tell me much more,

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Toy Factory Part 4  - Lord Highett's Request

Summary: the doctor continues his work ....

` Part four `

Lord Highett’s Request

The doctor greeted his client and friend, Lord Highett, in the plush private
consultation room of the doctor’s facility.

Lord Highett, despite his peerage, was not an aristocrat, in fact he was a
self-made multi-millionaire from the 1980s property boom. He was now in his
late 50s and corpulent and podgy.

No one would guess that beneath his slightly smarmy exterior, more used car
salesman than Lord, that a cold and perverse nature lay. One that was able to
buy whatever he wanted for his personal pleasure. And today he intended to
order a another for his collection of young men.

The doctor and the Lord sat down on a couch. A large screen television
flickered to life as the doctor pushed the remote control.

“We have a nice range of boys at the moment. Does His Lordship have a
particular type of boy in mind?” the doctor asked in the tone of voice a suit
salesman might use.

As he spoke the screen showed a jail like series of cells. In each sat a young
man, naked and gagged and handcuffed.

Highett watched intently as each cell in turn was shown.

“I think the blond one, the second one you showed me.” He said as if he were
choosing a tie.

“Excellent choice m’Lord” the doctor smiled.

“I will need adjustments…” Highett said.

The doctor nodded, moving to his computer on the desk behind the couch.

“What did you have mind Lord Highett?” he asked expectantly.

“I want something different, something more than usual. I want him malleable….
mentally deficient and submissive, blind …I like them blind, and no arms to
fight me off……and his teeth should be removed and his jaw fixed open. I have
had to have one of your boys disciplined for trying to bite me!”

The doctor’s cock was rigid in his medical uniform at the thought of working
on such a handsome young man. He enjoyed his work and the pleasure it gave him
in physically changing his victims.

“And how is my other project proceeding?”

The doctor just smiled.

As the men spoke, John sat in his cell, cold and shivering with fear. Why had
these men brought him here? What could they want from him? He had no money,
nothing?

The men who had snatched him off the streets had stripped him and hosed him
down and left him in the cell. There seemed to be others like this but he
could not hear anything from the cells next to his own.

Little did he know of the discussion going on in the room above that was
deciding his fate.

John awoke from his drug induced sleep. Things seemed a little out of focus.

But the room was black. He could see nothing. It could not dawn on him that he
was blinded.

His arms felt light and strange and his groin ached and instinctively moved
his hands to touch his cock and balls.

But something was wrong. He could not feel anything. What he had yet to
realise was he had no arms or hands only their phantom presence, a feeling
often had by amputees.

And he couldn’t seem to close his mouth. This was a very strange feeling.

But his mind could not focus and he could not work out why it was so dark.

He heard a door open but no light entered his dark cell from outside.

“I see you are awake my boy.” The soft voice said coolly. He vaguely
remembered hearing that voice before and he was not sure he liked it.

“The procedures have gone well young man. Shortly you will be leaving us. I
know you are probably feeling a little strange but that will pass.

We have had to take some pretty radical actions with you son. Unfortunately we
have had to remove you arms, they were getting in the way. You have been
gelded because you don’t need genitals any more and probably have noticed you
cannot close your mouth properly. We have also found it necessary to remove
your eyes. I am sorry about that but you new owner desired it.”

John would have reacted if he could have understood what the doctor was
talking about but somehow the words jumbled in his mind. The psycho-surgery
the doctor had performed had seen to that.

The doctor knew from the lack of reaction to this news that the brain surgery
had gone well. He was pleased he would be able to hand the young man over to
Highett. Another successful transformation had been completed.

But he had other projects to worry about including the other one for Lord
Highett.

He left John’s cell and moved to the room at the end of the corridor.

He opened the door and looked across the room to the figure lying on the bed.

This was Lord Highett’s other “project”.

The doctor smiled. Progress had been slow by was approaching conclusion.

To be continued …

Again thank you to all those who have e-mailed me with comments and
suggestions. Your feedback has made writing these stories more than
worthwhile.

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Thecia's Niece Julie

Summary: Thecia\'s niece visits and two young men get too cozy.Fiction and not for minors.

Thecia’s Niece Julie

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old “Cutter.” I’ve been de-balling men for
a little over seven years and I’ve cut a more than 100 sets.

My home is in a small town near Dallas TX but, because of my engineering job I
spend over six months a year in the NY/NJ area.

The company keeps a nice small rental house for me there.

I was entertaining my 16 year old niece Julie, who was on a visit from
Wisconsin. I made arrangements to take some time off and show her the Jersey
shore and the local summer fun things.

There is a large marina near my part time home and she soon found the “dock”
boys who help tie up the visiting yachts. They were mostly 16 to 18 years old
and generally cute.

Julie had the perfect bikini body, tight butt and perky breasts, with the
flattest stomach you ever saw.

I still had to show up for work once or twice a week and I was at work one
Friday and called her to find out if she wanted to go out to dinner. She
didn’t answer, nor did she answer her cell.

When I got home and still couldn’t find her, I walked the six blocks to the
marina. There were many people around but no sign of Julie. In the far corner
of the yard there was a storage building that looked like a garage. On a whim
I went and opened the back door. My mouth fell open with the sight. Little
innocent Julie was bound on top of a pile of rope, her legs spread and one of
the two dock boys was pounding her with his big dick. With each stroke I saw
his big balls slam against her tight little ass. The other boy, the blond, was
forcing his dick into her mouth.

The blond boy saw me and ran for the other door. I caught him behind the ear
with an aluminum boat hook that I found and he fell to the floor, out cold.
The other kid didn’t seem to notice me and kept slamming his hard dick into
Julie. I walked over, grabbed his balls and twisted as hard as I could. That
got his attention. He screamed and fell to the floor in the fetal position. I
followed, never letting go of my choke hold on his nuts. He tried to turn and
I twisted harder. He fell back down beaten. I found a marlin spike, a sharp
spike used to splice rope and I drove it through his right ball. He screamed
and passed out.

Julie just laid there, dazed. Here little pussy had cum running out of it and
her asshole had a blood cum mixture dripping from it.

I found rope and tied the two boys to the heavy wooden shelving. I took Julie
home, sedated her and let her sleep. There was no need to get a rape kit done,
these kids would never rape again.

Returning to the small storage shed I found the boys exactly where I left
them, both awake now and struggling.

I didn’t have my nutting kit but I found a small hatchet with a very sharp
blade. It would do.

I asked the black haired kid if he liked young pussy and he just put his head
down and looked ashamed. I laid the blade against the top of his sack and
smiled, as usually happens, his dick got hard. I asked him, “How many loads
did you put in my niece?” He mumbled, “Three.” I brought the block of wood
that I found down onto the back of the hatchet as hard as I could. His balls
never moved, they just lay there, skewered by the spike, they were no longer
attached to him.

The blond kid was obviously terrorized, the fear in his face was glowing. I
told him that if he told the truth I would spare his teenage nuts. He told of
meeting Julie in the shed to smoke a joint. The two boys had planed to “get a
little” and they thought they would get away with it. I asked if he got off as
much as his friend did and he said, “Three times.” I laid the blade on his
nutsack as I had his friend and his dick rose on cue. I began to fondle it and
it responded as any young man’s dick would.

I looked at him and said, “Remember my promise to not cut you if you tell the
truth?” He said, “Yes.” I asked, “Did you tell the truth?” He answered, “Yes.”
With very little effort on my part he began to spurt thick rich man juice. I
kept my hand on his rock hard dick and felt it pulse, with large gobs of spunk
running down my hand. I looked him in the face and told him, “I lied,” With
that I brought the block of wood down and his balls rolled across the floor.
He was still spurting, but the rich cum that had been shooting white, went to
pink then to blood red. I almost felt sorry for him, cumming blood like that.

I left them there tied to the shelves as I collected the balls and sacks. I
walked to the creek that abutted the marina and tossed the four balls to the
seagulls. The birds loved them, they even fought over them. I thought to
myself, “Big macho baby makers today, seagull shit tomorrow. “

I went home where Julie and I had a nice lunch of toasted cheese sandwiches
with jersey tomatoes under the cheese and iced tea. Nutting always makes me
hungry.

I was worried that I had gone too far this time. The boys could identify both
Julie and I, but I later learned that the responding cops had found 30,000
dollars worth of cocaine in the shed and believed that the nutting was all
part of a drug war.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia

Comments or feedback thecia@hotmail.com

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Friends Reunited

Summary: Chance meeting with old girlfriend leads to more than Adrian anticipated....

` It was Friends Reunited that brought us together. I'd seen Janice's name on
there and risked an e-mail. After all, she'd been my girlfriend when we were
teenagers and I'd never stopped thinking about her. `

A drink led to her soon inviting me to share her home in Torquay. She was
divorced and thanjfully childless. I went for an initial 'trying it out'
weekend but it was very evident as soon as I arrived that I'd been set up.

Her entire manner had changed. No longer the warm, affectionate woman I'd seen
at our reunion drink a few weeks earlier. She was cold, flinty-eyed and
domineering. To start with, she referred to me as 'Macrow', as if I was her
dog - or less! My naturally timid nature didn't let me argue though and I
accepted her stern uncompromising assertiveness.

"I'm having a party tonight" she said. "And you'll be serving the drinks". She
only told me the basics, however....One hour before the first ladies arrived
(it was to be an all-lady affair) she told be to strip naked. "That's how
you'll be serving everyone" Janice informed me. "About time they all saw your
pathetic body for what it is - or isn't, rather!"

Humiliating wasn't the word and at midnight came the other surprise. Striking
a gong, Janice asked everybody to be silent and whisked the cloth off
something that was standing on a table at the site. It was a perfect model of
the French guillotine! "Yes, this is a minaturised guillotine" she told
everybody. "In fact, it's a Penis Guillotine. And - like the bigger versions -
it's going to be removing someone's 'head'. Yes, Macrow's cock head!". There
were whoops of joy and clapping at this announcement.

I had to walk up to the table. "Now, do you want to o for a final wee, first?"
she taunted. "It'll be the last time you do, through your complete hosepipe".
I declined and laid my penis head into the curved block. When she was sure I
was positioned correctly, Janice pressed a lever and less than a second later,
my severed mauve cock head was nestling in the miniature straw basket
underneath. Cauterising fluid was applied to my penis, which now was
approximately one inch shorter and flat-ended. "Much better!" she beamed. "But
only the beginning..."

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Gerald

Summary: Convicts who agree to terms of slavery and castration in lieu of execution

Gearld sat across from the lawyer and listened numbly as the man gave him the
alternatives. "You will go to prison and be locked in a cell twenty-three
hours a day, fed food not fit for animals, and eventually, after your appeals
run out, they will kill you. Pal, we have been through two appeals and I have
shot all my bullets. However, you know the only alternative".

"You are talking having my nuts cut off and being sold as a slave", he stated
with tear filled eyes".

"The procedure is done by a surgeon and you will be set free after five years
of enforced servitude. Now, I hate this; but I have to deliver your decision
on this to the Attorney General for his approval today".

"I consent", he weakly whispered.

"You are saving your life; I hope you know that. Yes, the cost is tremendous
and your term of slavery will be harsh, but it only five years". He nodded and
signed the papers. Jerry didn't sleep well that night and was awakened way
before normal lights on.

"Get up", a guard with a flashlight ordered. He sleepily climbed out of the
bunk and stood up. "Strip". He pulled off his t-shirt and pushed his underwear
down his legs and stood before the man naked.

Another guard arrived with some handcuffs and ankle chains. Gerald was
accoustomed to being in shackles but having a leather collar placed around him
and being naked was different.

"Slaves are naked and in chains! You may as well get used to it! A van is
waiting to take you to the auction center where you will have your nuts cut
off and then sold as a slave".

He was taken downstairs to a underground garage and delivered to a large black
man wearing a kakhi jumpsuit.

"My name is Mister Washington and you are my prisoner; you do what I say and
we will be fine you don't - I will beat your naked ass with the strap". "Yes,
sir", Jerry immediately replied.

He was locked down in the back of a grey van and the journey began.

Once they were out onto the highway Washington spoke. "Look, I know that I
have you back there naked, in chains, and locked down. However, we had a guard
assauted by a slave transportee, just like you, who worked his way out of his
chains. How? We don't know. Well, I am not having that happen today".

"Yes, sir" Gerald replied. "Well, to give me peace of mind about what you are
doing back there; I want to hear those chains that you have on clicking. Open
your legs and get that dick hard! Once you are hard; you used your left hand
to jack off. Now, don't let yourself cum. You do, you get the strap. "Yes,
Sir", he meakly replied as he opened his legs and brought his chained hands
down to his crotch.

A minute or so later he was obeying his orders as he moved his left hand up
and down his now swollen cock. "Do you hear the chains clicking", Washington
asked? "Yes, sir".

It was summer and the cargo compartment of the van where Gerald was chained
was extremely hot and his naked body was already covered in sweat as he
masturbated.

"I timed you that last minute - you are only doing doing thirty strokes a
minute. That needs increased! I have slaves who did fifty without cumming. You
don't get your ass to forty - I will stop this van and strap your ass"

Jerry picked up the pace as he stared down at his now, red and swollen cock.
Minutes later, Washington spoke again, "Good boy"! "Yes, Sir", he breathed.

The van stopped and the sliding door opened and two men freed him from the van
and stood him beside it. "Did the slave behave", one of them asked Washington?
"Yes. However, I want him whipped anyway".

He took a bar with a chain ending in a hook handing from the center and
attached to the hook by his handcuff chains. A tall, blond man approached and
gave him a guick look before taking a hose and wetting his naked body down.

Jerry hung there naked and hard as a rock.

Then it started! The man used a long leather strap attached to a wooden handle
to administer the whipping. The strap lapped over the edge of Jerry's ass on
the first five swats.

He has hosed down again and the man moved to the other side and gave him
another five. Ten more followed - five from each side. Finally, he was let
down. He was in acute pain, but still had his erection.

"Slave for castration"! a loudspeaker sounded.

TO BE CONTINUED........

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