Encounter with Mistress Tanya

Encounter with Mistress Tanya
	by Ian Clifford

ron is a submissive male who lives in Calgary, Canada.  he has used
the services of several Dominant Women in Calgary.

he particularly enjoys Cock and Ball Torture. he has had sessions
with several Mistresses but none had got close to his fantasy or
expectations.

he had heard of Mistress Tanya Hyde. Mistress Tanya Hyde keeps a
low profile and is available to male subs only after an extensive
screening process. He discovered a method of getting in touch with
Mistress Tanya but first had to go through a screening process. In
the screening process, he was required to outline his fantasies in
detail. Also, during screening, he was required to go through
several interviews.

He noted his love of CBT and also that he fantasized about facing
castration and penectomy at the hands of a Dominant Woman.

Several months later, he got a call from Mistress Tanya. She
arranged for an interview with him but stressed that there would be
no session at the interview, only an interview. He eagerly accepted
Her invitation.

He went to Her Temple of Pain and knocked at the door. He was
greeted by a lovely blonde lady.

“ I am Mistress Patti. I am Mistress Tanya’s assistant. You will
follow me. “

Mistress Patti stands 5" 8" and has measurements of 34C-26-38.

She led him into a drawing room where Mistress Tanya awaited his
arrival. He fell to his knees before Her magnificence. Mistress
Tanya stands 5' 4" and has measurements of 48DD-27-40.

“ I have read the results of your screening. So, you enjoy having
your genitals tortured and you wish to lose your entire genitalia?”

“ Yes, Mistress Tanya.”

 “ I am currently looking for a live in slave and the requirement
for this position is castration and total penectomy. Are you
interested? “

“ Yes, Mistress Tanya. “

“ You will have no requirement for your current possessions. You
will dispose of all your assets, bring the proceeds in a briefcase
when you first visit Me. Your needs for food and shelter will be
taken care of in My household. You will fulfill all these
requirements and be back here at My Temple one month from today. Do
you understand? “

“ Yes, Mistress Tanya. “

“ You are dismissed, slave ron and I’ll see you next month. “

ron left the Temple and went home to start the disposal of his
assets and to contemplate  his complete and utter slavery to the
Gorgeous Mistress Tanya Hyde.

One month later, he had disposed of all his assets, put the
proceeds in a briefcase and proceeded to the Temple.

Again he was greeted by Mistress Patti at the door. She led him
into the drawing room where Mistress Tanya awaited his arrival.

He fell to his knees and offered the briefcase. The briefcase
contained nearly seventy five thousand dollars in cash.

“ This is my tribute to your beauty and superiority. I hope it is
acceptable to You. “

“ Mistress Patti will show you to the slave quarters. Your
submission will start tomorrow. Twenty two Women have been invited
to witness your pain and My pleasure. You will be punished by a
severe whipping, will undergo a CBT session which will exceed your
wildest expectations and dreams and your cock and balls will be
removed. Do you understand? “

“ Yes, Mistress Tanya. “
“ Now, go with Mistress Patti. “

he followed Mistress Patti to the slave quarters. He was shown to a
small room with a bed and sink.

 “ There is a toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink. There is also
shaving equipment by the sink. Mistress Tanya expects that Her
slaves maintain proper cleanliness. There is a shower down the
hall. You will remove all of your clothing and give them to me. You
will live naked from this time on. your session tomorrow begins at
1 o’clock PM. I will come by to prepare you for the session at 12
o’clock Noon. Now, strip and give me your clothing. “

“ Yes, Mistress Patti. “

ron proceeded to strip, took off his watch and rings and gave his
clothing and jewellery to Mistress Patti.

“ Now, get a good night’s sleep since tomorrow is a big day for
you. I will be here to prepare you tomorrow at Noon. I will
supervise your shower but you should shave and brush your teeth
before My arrival. You will not be fed until after your session. Do
you understand.  “

“ Yes, Mistress Patti. “

Mistress Patti left the slave quarters and left ron to contemplate
his fate. “

ron didn’t sleep well that night, but he was awake at 10 o’clock in
the morning. he brushed his teeth and shaved and awaited Mistress
Patti. He was hungry but remembered Mistress Patti telling him that
he would be fed after the session.

he had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was terrified at the
prospect of a severe session and losing his genitals. On the other
hand, he was sexually excited at the prospect of being tortured and
losing his genitals to two Dominant Women. The fact that twenty two
Woman were invited to share in this fantasy was exciting for him.

Mistress Patti was at his cell precisely at Noon. ron sported a
massive erection and was obviously in a state of sexual excitement.

“ Now, slave ron we will have to get you ready for today’s
proceedings. You will shower first and I will observe that you do a
proper job. The soap in the shower is antiseptic. Use lots as I
want you really clean. “

ron proceeded to the shower and used lots of the antiseptic soap.
he stepped from the shower and towelled off. he stood before
Mistress Patti and she seemed to be satisfied with his cleanliness.

“ Now, you will follow me to the Preparation Room. I will shave
your genitals and genital area and apply Betadine anti microbial.
Then you will be taken to the Dungeon for treatment. “

 ron went with Mistress Patti to the Preparation Room. There he lay
on a table while Mistress Patti shaved his genitals and applied a
liberal coat of Betadine. She used the band castrator to stretch
two elastic bands which were released at the base of his scrotal
sac. Two additional bands were placed at the base of his penis. Two
automotive clamps were placed over the two sets of bands. ron
realized that the bands were used to cut off the blood flow to his
genitals.

he was escorted to the Dungeon where twenty two Women guests
awaited his arrival. All noticed his erect state and one of the
Ladies commented,

“ This is the last time we’ll see you with an erection. “

The entire room giggled at the comment since all knew that his
genitals were to be removed during the session. He was introduced
to each of the twenty two Women.

Mistress Tanya Hyde arrived in the Dungeon. She was dressed in a
red leather jump suit. Ron commented on how gorgeous She looked.

“ Good Afternoon, slave ron. you have met my guests. They are here
to enjoy your punishment. Do you have anything to say to Me or My
guests?

“ Mistress Tanya, I consider being punished and neutered by You for
Your amusement as well as for my own good to be a great honour and
fulfilment of a lifelong dream. It is my sincere hope that Your
guests thoroughly enjoy the proceedings. “

 “ Each of My guests will be invited to participate in your
punishment. Now let’s get this started.  “

ron was led to a Punishment Block. he lay face down over the
Punishment Block and Mistress Patti fastened his wrists and ankles
to the four legs. He was totally immobile.

“ First, I will brand this slave’s hide, so people will know who
owns him. “

Mistress Tanya took a white hot branding iron from a pot of hot
coals, approached Her slave and touched the branding iron to his
right butt cheek and then pushed the hot iron deep into his flesh.
ron’s screams were deafening and the smell of burned flesh filled
the Dungeon.

“ Now, Mistress Patti will do his left flank. “

 Mistress Patti selected the other white hot branding iron and
repeated the procedure on his left flank. He screamed again and the
Dungeon filled again with the smell of burned flesh. On each of his
flanks was a brand with letters one inch high reading “ Tanya’s
slave “ and the brand extended about one inch into his buttflesh.

“ Now, each of You Ladies will have the opportunity to give slave
ron ten whacks with the Fraternity Paddle. Then each of you will
have the opportunity to give him ten whacks with the Razor Strap.
You can start when You wish. “

Each of the Ladies stepped forward and gave ron ten whacks with the
Fraternity Paddle.

After two hundred and twenty whacks, his buttocks were reddened and
marked. he cried from the branding and the paddling.

Then each of the twenty two Women in turn gave ron ten whacks each
with the Razor Strap. his butt was almost purple, he bawled like a
baby and blood blisters were forming on his asscheeks.

“ Now, slave ron, thank the ladies for their efforts “

Through a flood of tears, ron said a quiet “ Thank You. “

“ Now ladies, sit back and watch while Mistress Patti and I proceed
to flay his hindquarters. “ The Ladies sat in seats on the outside
of the room and awaited ron’s further punishment.

Mistress Patti and Mistress Tanya picked up Punishment Canes and
stood on each side of ron’s ravished posterior. They each brought
the cane hard down on his buttocks and upper legs. He screamed in
agony as his hindquarters were methodically skinned. After two
hundred strokes from the cane, ron’s buttcheeks and upper legs were
skinned and well bloodied. ron was skinned from the back of his
waist to the back of his knees. Blood flowed down the back of his
legs to his ankles.

Mistress Patti unfastened ron from the Punishment Block. he lay on
the floor spreadeagled and his wrists and ankles were fastened to
posts in the floor. he was uncomfortable lying on the floor due to
the skinning of his hindquarters.

“ Now, Ladies, each of You is invited to come forward and give
slave ron ten kicks in the balls. And don’t be gentle either. “

 Each of the Ladies, in turn came forward and gave ron ten hard
kicks in his balls. He screamed and writhed in agony.

With his ball beating complete, Mistress Patti released him from
his bonds and led him to a Punishment Table. The table was four
feet by eight feet and two inches thick.

Again ron was fastened spreadeagled to the table by Mistress Patti.
The table was tilted on a hydraulic ram until it was vertical and
the base of the table three inches off the ground.

“ So, ron, you enjoy Cock and Ball Torture. Let’s see how much you
like mine. “

Mistress Tanya started the CBT by giving ron two hundred cuts with
the Punishment Cane to his genitals and genital area. The genitals
and surrounding area were bloodied.

She then took a box of sterile needles and pushed them through his
cock and balls. His genitals most closely resembled a pin cushion.

She pulled the needles from his genitals and blood flowed down from
his genital area.

Next, She poured Isopropyl Alcohol over is genitals and lit it on
fire. The flame burned brightly as did his genitals. his screams
filled the room. Eventually, she threw a towel over his genitals to
extinguish the flame.

ron’s cock and balls were beginning to cook and the smell of
cooking flesh filled the room.

“ Time to start cutting. “ Mistress Tanya pulled on surgical rubber
gloves.

Mistress Patti wheeled over the surgical equipment. She handed
Mistress Tanya a scalpel.

Mistress Tanya cut around at the base of his scrotal sac until the
cut was all the way around. She pulled the scrotum off each ball in
turn so that his testicles hung by the spermatic cord. She then
grasped his right testicle and impaled it from right to left with a
barbecue skewer. She continued the process through his left
testicle. His balls looked like a shish kebab without the
vegetables.

She let him scream in agony while she waited.

After a while she pulled the skewer from his testicles and watched
as the blood flowed.

 Mistress Patti held his right testicle in place while Mistress
Tanya used a hammer to  run a nail through his testicle and into
the wood below.  There was half an inch of nail sticking out above
his testicle.

They repeated the procedure with his left testicle.

“ Now, we have him nailed down properly. It’s time to cook his
balls. “

Mistress Tanya has a Ball Cooker. It runs on 110 volt wall current.
In the cooker, it is converted to Direct Current which has more
bite than wall current. It then goes through a momentary and on /
off switch before it outputs to two leads ending in alligator
clamps.

Mistress Patti plugged the cooker in and connected the alligator
clamps to the nails protruding above his balls. Mistress Tanya
pushed the momentary switch and watched his reaction as the current
flowed through his balls.

She then turned on the on/ off switch which permitted the current
to flow uninterrupted.
Ron screamed and writhed in agony as his balls began to cook.

“ Let’s have a break while his balls cook. There is tea made
upstairs. “

The Women left the room and went upstairs for tea while ron’s balls
cooked. ron screamed and twisted in his bonds.

Twenty minutes later they came back to the Dungeon. ron had passed
out from the pain but the room smelled of cooking flesh. Mistress
Tanya turned off the Ball Cooker while Mistress Patti revived ron
with smelling salts.

“ Well cooked balls. Now it’s time to get them off. ”

Mistress Tanya looped dissolving suture at two tie off points along
the spermatic cord. Then using surgical scissors, She cut between
the two tie off points freeing each ball, in turn. His severed
testes were thrown into a bucket to join his scrotum.

“ That’s the end of those two. Now, let’s do his penis. “

Mistress Tanya took a length of hollow stainless steel tube and
pushed it through the pee hole on his penis, down it’s length and
into his bladder. She noticed that his penis was starting to die
form lack of blood flow.

 Then using a scalpel She cut around the circumference at the base
of his penis. She noticed little blood loss as most of the blood in
his still erect penis had congealed..
She cut down to the stainless steel tube. She then slid his penis
off the tube. She used a cutter to trim the tube to one half inch
from his penile stump.

Mistress Patti poked the ends of his spermatic cord into his body
cavity. She then sewed the remaining flaps of his scrotum together
with suture.

The Ladies attending the event were invited by Mistress Tanya
upstairs for wine and cheese. They got a tour of the Temple
including Mistress Tanya’s Trophy Room where  collected male
genitalia are on display.

Mistress Patti released slave ron and got him to his cell. Nothing
was required of him in the line of household duties during his
recuperation period. Although he was not fully recuperated, he
began his household duties the following week.

Note: Mistress Tanya, Mistress Patti and slave ron are real people.
They may be contacted by sending a note to the author at
ian@canuck.com


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Footjitsu (engl.)

Summary: Female martial arts master has a sadistic pleasure to destroy and to kill men with her hands and feet

Footjitsu

By Theo Zee-Lin, a female martial arts expert, uses her feet and toes as well
as her hands and fingers.

He shoud have known, but now it was too late. His name was Constable Clifford,
member of the NY Police.

Five killed males had been found, always a leg was broken, the testicles had
been crushed. Three of them had been smothered to death somehow, two of the
men had a crushed larynx.

They all had been found in hidden places in the near of the Central Park, the
youngest man was 35, the oldest one was 48 years old.

Clifford and his friend Smith had the job, to go on patrol in the park at this
afternoon.

Of course they hoped to find something about the serial killer. At four
o´clock, in the near of a big tree, they decided to use different ways for a
while.

At five o´clock, Clifford came back to the same point. He waited, more than a
half hour. He became nervous, more and more - Smith didn´t come.

In this moment, he heard the soft voice of a woman: "Are you looking for Mr.
Smith? He had a little accident, but don´t panic, it´s no big thing. Come with
me!"

The woman was in the thirties, thaught Clifford. She had long black hair, her
face showed asian elements, her expression seemed to be a little childish.
Though he was fascinated.

He followed her - what a mistake!

She was rather tall for a woman, nearly his height. She moved fast and
elegant, like a dancer. She weared black leggins and flip-flops on her bare
feet. Her legs seemed to be strong, every step showed her defined calves and
the muscular play of her thighs. Clifford was impressed.

After five minutes they came to an old uninhabited house. They went in, she
opened a door.

"Come in! Here he is!"

Clifford was horrified. Smith was bound on a chair. He was wimpering and
breathed noisily. He shook his head and looked terrified, when he saw the
woman. His nose was bloodied. He had a lot of bruises on his naked body. His
right hand was very thick, perhaps broken. Then Clifford saw his left leg. The
shinbone was obviously broken. He slowly begun to understand and looked to the
strange woman.

She smiled to him and took her flip-flops off. Clifford stared at her brown
feet. They were large, narrow at the heels but wide at the toe-section. The
long toes with blue painted toenails were powerful looking, the second, third
and fourth toe nearly as long as the big toe.

He now saw an uncredible toespread of her right foot. Her big toe moved away
from the second toe like the thumb of a hand. She slowly grabbed the strips of
her flip-flops and moved them to the side.

She looked to Smith. "I had to punish him a little and I´ve squeezed his
larynx. But he is not dead. He can follow the show."

Clifford was a Karate blue belt an very good with his colt. "Lady, what do you
doing, you are silly" he told and moved slowly backwards. It was in the same
moment: His hand tried to get the Colt, the woman made two steps forward, a
flying kick. "Kyjaa...", the steelhard egde of her right foot contacted his
upper arm. A bad noise, a cry - the impact broke his arm. She landed on her
hands, the foot kicks out again. He heard the breaking of his shinbone. A
terrible pain. He collapsed to the ground, wimpering.

The woman stood slowly up an told with her soft voice: "My name ist Zee-Lin.
I´m an expert in Footjitsu. We use hands and feet in the same way." She rised
her huge right foot showing the flexibility of her toes, wide spreading and
wiggling the long, monkeylike digits.

"Now to the first part." She told giggling like a schoolgirl. She moved
dancelike to Clifford, who was yet lying on the ground.

She faked a kick, but grabbed his hands. A quick movement, and she had him in
a double wristlock. He cried, the Jiu-Jitsu-hold was terrible painful and
there was no chance to escape.

Next he saw the muscular sole of her right foot. First she made again some
unbelievable toespreadings, closed the toes to a ´fist´, opening them again.

Clifford stared at the strong foot, despite his pain. She began to play with
his face now. Using her toes, she pinched him in the ears, grabbed his lips,
his chin. Effortless she made a huge gap between first and second toe and took
his nose in this toegrip.

"Now comes the first power-exersize," she giggled. She opened and closed her
toes two times. Then Clifford feeled the grip becoming stronger and stronger.
More and more. Clifford moaned, tears shooting in his eyes. He had never
thought, that toes could be so powerful. At least she began twitching her toes
and he lost conciousness for a short time.

He awoke, he moaned. He feeled a lot of pain in his wrists, they were probably
broken. His shirt was full of blood, flowed from his nose.

"Ah, there are you again, nice!" Zee-Lin whispered. She sucked on a Cola and
smiled.

"What do you want? Why do you do that to us?" he shouted.

She stood drinking in front of his sobbing form. "It´s my fun. It makes me hot
- like the five times before! You are moaning too loud. I think, it´s time for
the power-exersize for the left foot." Again she made some artistic movements
with the toes of the rised left foot.

Cliffords eyes showed panic, he crawled back, stopped by the wall.

'But he had no chance. She was too quick, too precise. While she makes
"Cheers!" with her Cola, her left foot shot forward with wide spreaded toes
and nailed him hard to the wall.

Her toes closed around his larynx, harder and harder. He brethed noisily,
tried to push the punishing foot away with his injured hands - no way.

She took a gulp, smiled innocently and made suddenly a hard gripping movement
with the big toe. Clifford tried to cry, but there was no voice. He feeled
terrible pain and heared a crunching sound. Then he lost conciousness again.

He awoke with a lot of pain in his neck, but a nice feeling between his legs.

He understood at once - he was terrified and fascinated in the same time.

She sat on a chair in front of him, the toes of her left foot kneaded his
prick, powerful but not painful. She was massaging herself, the hands under
the black leggins. Smith layed beneath, he was always naked. Both breathed
noisily.

"I do this the first time, it´s a primary. The one of you get´s an orgasm, the
other will be castrated." The pointed toes of her right foot signed to Smith´s
testicles.

Smith could yet move one hand and tried to hide his parts.

But again she was quick as a flash. She grabbed his thumb between big toe and
second toe, a powerful movement of the foot, a cracking sound, a giggling.

Smith moaned like baby, when she took his balls between the first und second
toe and between the third and fourth to of her right foot. He knew, what would
come.

Her left foot was a melking machine. Clifford tried to hold back, but her
trained toes were too strong, she knew exactly, where to grip and to pinch,
she´d done it very often.

And so there was a heavy eruption, a triumphant moaning from her mouth and the
sound of two bursting grapes at the same time.

She relaxed purring, squeezing the semen out of Clifford prick with nimble
toes. She looked to the twitching Smith. She rolled and squeezed his destroyed
balls with her prehensile toes. Smith lost conciousness.

Two hours later. Zee-Lin moved in again. She sat down on the chair.

"Hey, come on, men. Fight! It´s your last chance." She smiled, stood up and
went slowly to Smith. Rising her right foot, she shut his nose with the two-
toes-grip. She arced her foot, the heel under his chin. It was a deadly
footgrip. Clifford saw the muscular foot, the blue face of Smith and the
arrogant face of Zee-Lin. It tooks three minutes - Smith was dead.

She slowly walked to Clifford. He was barely conciousness, but he saw her
coming. He wasn´t able to crawl, he layed on his back. He noticed her
angellike face directly above his injured body. "Time to go, looser," she
whispered, tickling and teasing his stomach and chest with her right foot. Her
toes walked to his legs, he felt a firm grip, a grip that encircled the whole
package. She showed him her right hand, making slowly a fist - and doing the
same with her foot. He felt a terrible pain, heared the squishy sound of his
bursting balls. She suddenly turned her foot to the left, to the right, again
to the left holding the hard toegrip.

The heart attack came as suddenly as his castration. His body convulsed two
times and then he was dead. Zee-Lin opened her foot-fist, slipped in her flip-
flops and moved whistling out of the room.

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Headmistress Evans Gelding Day

Summary: Headmistress  cures bad behavior.

The Headmistsress looked at the semi conscious young man. He had turned 18 and
his behavior needed to be improved before he could be relaeased from the
reformatory. Over the yerars she had performed scores of castrations and yet
each one seemed unique and gave her powerful orgasms. Her enormous breasts
tingled as she lifted the boys heavy sac into her small hands. He stirred
briefly not realizing he was to be emasculated .

The jar in which his scrotum would be permanently preseved for her collection
rested on her desk. The Headmistress intently lifted the sac-for a moment
savoring the manhood she was about to remove- and then smiled at the boy and
said" you will be so much better behaved dear" and quickly and expertly sliced
the boys manhood away from his body.
As she did so her body orgasmed in intense pleasure-her breasts and pussy
tingling from the pleasure......her nipples ached against the restraints of
her lacy black bra.

One month later the new eunuch thanked her for approving its release.After it
left the Headmistress took the jar containing the sack and balls out and
slowly caressed her pale white breasts.

She looked at the next file on her desk.........

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Gardening Time

Summary: Short Story

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Barbara almost had it; just a few more strokes and she’d be there. She was
sitting on the commode in her bathroom, her legs akimbo, furiously
masturbating. It started, and she slipped two fingers inside herself and
squeezed her legs together humping her hand until she climaxed. ‘Mmmmm.’ She
murmured to herself.

‘I should get a dildo, a really big one, like I see on the Internet. That
drunk I am married to is worthless, at least you can depend on a on a dildo.’
Her husband had come home drunk, a not unusual occurrence for him. ‘At least
he didn’t try to paw me tonight, smelling of beer, and who knows what else,
there has got to be something better than this.’ Barbara glance down at her
jeans, and there protruding from her back pocket were two large rubber bands,
she had put them in the pocket when she was planting onion sets earlier that
day. Growing up on a farm she had watched with excitement as her father would
place rubber bands on the scrotum of bull calves he planned to raise as beef.
‘Gee, my dad used to fix the bull calves with rubber bands just like these, I
wonder? Yes, that old fool won’t wake up, and I can be free of him and his
drunkin ways.’

Barbara pulled up her jeans and walked into the bedroom, where her husband was
passed out still in his work clothes. ‘No need to be careful about noise with
him, a marching band playing in this room wouldn’t waken him, the old drunk.’
She opened his trousers and pulled her husbands cock and balls free. Then she
proceeded to wrap the rubber bands around his balls, one turn, two turns,
three turns, and four seemed to do it very nicely. ‘You miserable chicken shit
son of a bitch, you got a hard-on, your too drunk to know what’s going on.
Well won’t you be surprised in the morning. Sleep tight.’

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Amazon Ball Hunters -- Part IX  Ball Hunters 2

Summary: Starship Amazons castrated captured males in huge female love orgy

I pushed the big red button in front of me and heard the hissing sound. Ten
seconds later we dropped out of warp speed and proceeded on half impulse
power. In one hour we will get to the Planet Orsiana. Too bad we could not go
faster. Everyone was horny as hell and soaking wet. The air was heavy with
smell of pussy. Just thinking of the treasure in our cargo hold make me
tremble with pleasure. In the cargo hold are thirty eight males in stasis,
ready to be castrated. There would be a frenzy we hadn’t seen in years.

Nancy announced: “We have a message from the planet. Everyone quiet.”
Commandress Kara said: “On screen.” and we saw the familiar face of Tonia. She
was a big party promoter in the colony. Jill sent her pictures of the cargo
earlier and they had been using the slow subspace relay to negotiate a deal.
Now Tonia said: “Ninety bars for each is OK. Bring them in.” and terminated
the message. Commandress Kara yelled her war cry. “We get full price. Triple
bonus for everyone. We will stay there for two weeks. Tonia will give us a
private party room overlooking the main arena. We will keep six for our
private party.”

That was the biggest haul in years. After the Battle of Ninnian, the High
Council declared the War over, no more male in the galaxy. But we knew it was
bullshit. Everyone knew that some of them escaped and were still hiding out
among the asteroid belt. No one knew how many. Some said only a few hundred.
Some said several thousand. But we knew they were there, desperately horny,
needing womyn, preying on lone ships passing close to the belt. Once or twice,
they even attacked smaller colonies. Everyone out here was armed. Nobody
wanted to think about the fate of being taken.

And we did not sit around for them to come. Most colonies out here had a
bounty on cocks. Bring in one cock and they pay you a bar of dilithium
crystal. But that’s not where the money was. The money was in the parties. The
party promoters paid us ball hunters for the males. They organized castration
parties. The tickets sold like hot cakes. The High Council had standing order
for every male to be castrated and turned into womyn. The cock and ball we
captured were supposed to be preserved and sent to the Grand Temple. But they
did not know what happened out here at the edge of the galaxy.

Like most ball hunters, we mostly made money running trade, both legal and
illegal. Most of us were special attack groups in the War to Eliminate Males.
After so much action, it was hard to go back to mundane jobs. So we pooled our
discharge pay and bought a ship to trade. To save time and fuel, and to check
out the bounty to be have, we always ran close to the asteroid belt. If we saw
male ships, we hunt them down. Sometimes they attacked us, trying to capture
sex slaves. This guerrilla war has been going on for several years. But we
must be running out of males. The pickings in the last two years had been very
slim.

A month ago, running supplies to the Pronolie Outpost, we detected the
subspace signature of a male scout ship. Luckily we just installed a croaking
device, so they could not see us. Cloaking devices were illegal, used mostly
by smugglers. We got ours by bribing the commandress of a military junk yard.
We stalked them and found their hideout but could not raid them. There were
only eight of us on board.

After we dropped off the cargo, Commandress Irene signed up ten former shock
trooper on the return trip. The hunt was on. With the cloaking device, we
totally surprised them. I actually liked hand-to-hand combat. My favorite
thing to do was to kick a male between his legs and watch him go down
retching, twisting in pain. Now we were looking forward to the castration
party, which always end up as mass orgies.

All the males were naked, with their hands tied behind their backs. Their
cocks were fully erect. Tonia had them injected with powerful aphrodisiac. Not
that it was necessary. All the womyn in the arena were almost naked. Looking
at all those beautiful bodies, and smelling our pussy, was more than enough to
make any of them super hard. Every male had a leash on his balls. It cost two
gold coins to drag the prisoner into the arena. Tonia sold tickets for
everything. We were the envy of everyone there. We had six of them between the
eighteen of us. I drew one of the lots. I shared it with Danelle, my lover. So
we had one leash to each of his balls. Walking down the aisle, with all these
naked female bodies and swaying and bouncing tits, excited me so much.

Our private room was ten feet above the main floor. The wall overlooking the
castration stage directly was glass. We had the best seat in the house. As
soon as the males were strapped to the frames, the action began. Down there,
they lined up to squeeze the balls, hard. There were huge display screens
every where. Some showed the whole stage. Some showed only the cock and balls.
Everyone could see what’s going on. The orgy had began. I had not squeezed a
ball for a long time. It was so arousing. Tonia had love making sound piped
into the arena. That added much to the sexual frenzy.

After an hour or so, the emcee announced: “We are ready for the first
castration. Denise, please get on stage.” She was a tall beauty, with long
flaming red hair. Her lover went up with her. The emcee handed Denise a knife.
She grabbed the cock. The camera zoomed in. In one second, it was off. The
cheering was thunderous. Then she pulled the ball sac very tight and cut it
slowly. After it was also cut off, Denise lifted the cock and balls for all to
see. But it was not over. The emcee brought over a little stand. Denise took
the balls out of the ball sac and put it there. Then she took a mallet and
smashed them. As the balls exploded, bits of testicle matter shot out from
beneath the mallet. They were so hot they made love on the stage.

The next castratresses were Eve and her lover. They both had very short blonde
hair. Eve sliced open the ball sac and popped them out. Then she put the balls
on the stand. She smashed the left ball and her lover smashed the right ball
while they were still attached. Then they cut off the cock.

Tonia really squeezed everything she could out of those balls. Five of the
males were auctioned off in the arena. The winners castrated him right then
and there. As the night went on, the sex became more and more intense. Several
castratresses mounted the males before cutting off the cocks and balls. We
also did that in our private room. Those lucky cocks really felt the tightness
of some pussy before their castrations. One castratress stroked the cock until
it shot its cum. As the first stream of hot white cum fly through the air to
land on her tits, she cut off the cock, which continued to shoot hot white cum
after it was severed. Every ball, after it was cut off, was taken out of the
ball sac and smashed. Some were popped out of the ball sac, squeezed until
they exploded while they were still attached. That was what I did too.

The orgy frenzy went on for two full days before all the males were castrated.
It took us two weeks to recover.

Epilogue:

That huge orgy in Orsiana was the last of its kind. Rumor and gossip spread
throughout the quadrant, each getting more exaggerated as it was passed on.
Some even said that we let the cocks shoot their cum inside us. Bootleg memory
crystals were sold in the black market. Finally the authorities started an
investigation but nothing came of it. Tonia went into hiding for a while. We
left the region for a year. Orgies became a lot smaller and much more
discrete. In any case, there was no more big group of males captured after
that. Maybe there was no more male out there. Maybe the war was really over.

* * *


750 Fuck Chapter 1

GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: Sean is about to get 750 fucks

` Sean pulled his back and one of his classmate suggest him to get a massage.
He found an massage ad from local ad paper and then made an early evening
appointment. He got to the massage place by a cab and when the cab dropped him
off, he was asking himself if this place is the right one. The building was
one of many condammend buildings. He anyway decided to excute his plan because
he has strongly built body. He walked up to the stair and push the button.
After the buzzing sound, he opened the door and walked upstair to the suit 18.
It was one big studio room with lots of windows. It must be dark outside
because Sean didn't see reflection of him on the windows. A lady greeted him
and asked him to make himself home. `

The lady introduced herself to him and explained to him about masssage since
it was his first time. He was told to stripped down and lay on the massage
table. He hoped that the lady didn't see his semi boner when he took off his
underwear. He quicked laid on the table on his stomach. The lady put the
classical music on and he found himself in dark room with few candles on. The
lady took a deep breath and out. She rubbed his shoulder and back. Time passed
and the lady told him to wake up that the massage session was over.

He must had felt asleep during the massage. He got up and put the clothes on.
She told him it was $75 and when he reached his back pocket, he realized he
didn't have his wallet. He tried to think back where his wallet might had been
left. Anyway, he explained to the lady the situation. The lady became very
sterical and she told him that she has to compenscate his clothes. And when he
hesitated that, she called her man and he had to take his all clothes off
again in front the lady and the macho man. The man grabbed him by his shoulder
and kicked him off to the street (although he begged him for any kindness)

He was in front of the buidling with no clothes on, it wasn't cold but since
the situation was freaky he started to shivel. It was dark but that's when
certain type of people come out to the outdoor. In few mins, he had to cover
his penis because at least 15 men were starring at him and his pubic area. In
another min, he was surrounded by these rough looking men. A guy named Eric
told him to uncover himself. Eric punched his gut when Sean hesitated. So this
time, he uncovered himself and closed his eyes. Eric and his right man
suddenly grabbed Seans arms and legs and carried him to a building after few
block.

* * *


Fist

Summary: An intense fisting session goes further than Billy expects.

` By the time I got my fourth finger into Billy’s ass, he would have let me do
anything to him that I wanted.

We had been going at it for close to an hour now. I had the boy’s wrists
handcuffed to the ends of the table, with ropes around his ankles keeping his
feet high up in the air. A blindfold kept him guessing what I would do to him.
I took it slow at first, just one finger loosening up Billy’s tight ring. Then
with lots of lube I slipped a second finger inside. He loved it, squirming and
moaning as I felt around for his prostate. His cock jumped when I touched the
magic button deep inside his ass.

The third finger took longer to work in. His muscle fought me hard, so I had
to stop and break open a popper, holding it right under Billy’s nose. When
that hit his brain, his anus opened up wide and I got three fingers inside him
easy. With my other hand I stroked his hard cock a little, just enough to keep
him excited. There was already a pool of pre-cum on his belly and I didn’t
want him to shoot yet.

Billy was a hot boy. Just 18 and skinny, with that skater boy look I love:
pierced eyebrow, nose and lip. Every so often I’d tweak those little nipples,
making him moan. He was so smooth. My own cock was straining against my jeans.

Back to work. I pulled out my hand and really covered it with the lube.
Billy’s hole looked loose and sloppy, like it was just waiting for me to come
back. I cupped my fingers together tightly and pushed until four fingers were
inside up to the second knuckle. The boy moaned and pulled on the cuffs,
swaying back and forth. I don’t think I’d ever seen him so turned on.

I knew it would take another popper to get my whole fist in, so I broke open a
second capsule and held it up to his nose. He turned his head away from the
strong smell, but I kept it right up against his nose. Billy let out a huge
groan as I pushed my hand hard into him. Just when I thought his ass would
never surrender, the muscle went completely slack and sucked my hand inside
him. Bingo!

I looked down and there was my wrist sticking out of his hole. Billy shouted,
“Oh shit, oh shit!” I opened my hand slightly, touching the soft silky insides
of his rectum. It’s always an incredible feeling to fist somebody.

My hand inched further inside, taking it slow. This was the easy part now. I
felt around, easing my way up the canal. My wrist was inside him now, and part
of my forearm had disappeared. Billy dick was still rock hard, dripping pre-
cum like crazy. I didn’t touch it because I was sure he’d shoot.

A third hit of poppers sent him into orbit. He was moaning, twisting from side
to side. I couldn’t believe when I looked down and saw that I was almost in up
to my elbow. I had never fisted anyone so deep. I stopped and felt his pulse
beating around my arm. That’s such a fucking turn on, man.

I had prepared the elastrator before I even started fisting him. The green
band was already stretched out, so it was really easy to slip it over his
sack. With the intense feelings he was going through, Billy barely seemed to
notice when the cold steel touched his balls. I ratcheted the band down and it
compressed his sack into a tight little pouch. It turned a dark red almost
immediately.

Billy was screaming, his body racked by pain and pleasure. His cock had
softened a little, so I worked it back up to full stiffness. I gently stroked
him, keeping him on the edge of orgasm, as I worked my hand inside him a
little more. His sack was purple now, the blood trapped inside, his balls
screaming.

I could feel his rectum spasm around my arm. A thick rope of cum shot from him
cock, hitting Billy on his face and neck. Billy shouted in joy as the second
and third spurt landed on his chest: His last ejaculation before I made him
into a eunuch.

I slowly eased my arm out of Billy, careful not to hurt his delicate rectum.
His chest was heaving, and tears were flowing from his eyes. The boy was out
of his mind. The pain from his balls was starting to take him over, and the
idea that he wasn’t getting out of this situation intact. The price for this
session would be damn high.

I felt Billy’s sack, checking that it was cooling down. I figured his balls
were just about dead by now, but I didn’t want to cut the band off until it
was really over. I took a washcloth and wiped his face. I bent over and licked
a glob of cum off his nipple. He looked so hot lying there, helpless as I
squeezed the life out of his balls.

That was a couple of months ago. We still have fisting sessions, and Billy is
still beautiful to look at, even though his cock stays small and limp. I like
tracing my finger under it, feeling the scar where his sack used to be. He
smiles and groans as my fist sinks into his ass.

* * *

`


Notorious "Mouse Balls" Memo, The

Summary: Sorry folks, I couldn't help myself, had to share this with everyone.

` Editor's Note: I thought we should archive this one for posterity! Thanks,
frb. Used to have a copy of this and lost it!`

MOUSE BALLS: I don't know how they wrote this with a straight face... This
apparently was a real memo sent out by a computer company to itsemployees in
all seriousness. It went to all field engineers about acomputer peripheral
problem. The author of this memo was quite genuine. The engineers rolled on
the floor! Especially note the last couple of sentences.

MEMO: If a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may
need a ball replacement. Mouse balls are now available as FRU (Field
Replacement Units). Because of the delicate nature of this
procedure,replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly
trained personnel. Before proceeding, determine the type of mouse balls by
examining the underside of the mouse. Domestic balls will be larger and harder
than foreign balls. Ball removal procedures differ depending upon the
manufacturer of the mouse. Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop-off
method. Domestic balls are replaced by using the twist-off method. Mouse balls
are not usually static sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in
sudden discharge. Upon completion of ball replacement,the mouse may be used
immediately. It is recommended that each person have a pair of spare balls for
maintaining optimum customer satisfaction. Any customer missing his balls
should contact the local personnel in charge of removing and replacing these
necessary items. Please keep in mind that a customer without properly working
balls is an unhappy customer.

____________________________________________________

* * *


Emily's Story (personal anecdote)

Hi, my penname is Emily Wannabe, and I am a crossdressing

straight male who fantasizes about castration. This is my story.

I started crossdressing about age 10 when I was playing with my little sister,

and she wanted to play store. She set up a whole bunch of toys and such

around her room. One of the items was a pair of my Mom's pumps. One thing lead
to another,

and I found myself wearing the pumps. I was hooked. I have dressed in secret
for

24 years.

About five years ago, I tried a new game. I was dresses to the nines,

and thought, what if someone caught me, and told me they were going to

castrate me? I then took a guitar string, wrapped it around my balls,

and ran it up through my outfit until it came out the neck of my dress.

I then stood on a stool and tied the other end to the shower rod. I then

leaned back until I had tension on the wire, and fantasized about being put

in this position by my girlfriend who then told me to jump, or be pushed.

Funny thing happened...I slipped...It's not that easy to stand on a stool in

four inch heels. I hung there for about a minute, then the string broke.

That scared the living daylights out of me, because I like fantasizing, but

hadn't really seriously considered finishing the job. This little game had

drawn blood, and alerted me to the dangers of my little game.

I have played this game a number of times since, but avoid the 4 inch heels

so I can keep my traction. I have also played with rubber bands and an
elastrator.

I only leave the bands on for about 20 minutes, so I think I'm still playing
it safe.

Well...That's it in a nutshell.

Comments? Write me

emily_wannabe@hotmail.com


hypno-therapy

Summary: Going to the shrink

Hyno-therapy.
============

I saw a hypno-therapist. The therapy seemed to be working.
I had given up smoking. But now I couldn't get an erection.
I plucked up courage and informed her of my new problem.

"Drop your pants". I did as she said. I stood naked in front
of her. She said "Get it up". I fondled it and carressed it.
I couldnt get it up. "Up" She said calmly. My penis rose.
 "Down" and my penis dropped. She repeated this about 5 times.
 My penis rose and fell at her command. "Am I cured" I asked.
She laughed. "That's my penis now. Not yours." She said.

I tried to leave. She said "Still". I froze. I remember her
telling me to eat her pussy and penetrate her. She enjoyed
it. I also remember holding one end of some cutting wire
on the left of my genitals while she moved the other end to remove
my genitals. I remember being de-sexed quite vividly. But
my genitals are intact.

"He may think so" but another trophy takes it's place on the
hynotherapists wall of man-hood. And her secret hobby remains
undiscovered.

To de-sex a man in front of his wife when giving sex councelling
is her favourite. They leave without the man's genitals and never
realise that they are no longer having sex. To deprive a female and
a male of having sex is a great feeling of power.


Obeyed Master

Summary:
Wife convinces husband they need a Master to improve her sex life. Master takes immediate charge and husband is castrated as wife watches.

Adult fantasy only. Not recommended to do. No minors For adult sexual enjoyment only.

` `

I agreed to obey Master. My wife convinced
me that we both needed a Master to control
our life and improve her sex life.

I did as Master demanded, I bent over and
spread my legs. Master strapped my legs to
the posts and then secured my hands to my
ankles.

Master told me only he would fuck my wife
from now on as of right now. Master took my
testicles in his hand and squeezed them hard
until I begged him to stop. He repeated this
several times as my wife watched.

Your wife’s pussy is completely mine now.
He slapped my nuts as my wife watched and
listened to me beg him to stop. She was naked
for Master as he requested.

Your testicles hurt don’t they Master said.
Master said he would fix me so my testicles
couldn’t be hurt any more.

Bring me the knife Master told my wife.
I heard my wife ask what size Master
desired. Bring me the paring knife and the
steel from the knife holder Master said.

I heard Master use the steel to sharpen the
kitchen paring knife. This will be just fine
Master said.

Without further conversation, Master took
a length of cotton rope and tied it tight around
my testicles. It hurt it was so tight. Look at
his nuts turn purple he said to my wife.

I felt a hot sting as Master took the paring
knife and cut a slit in my scrotum and I could
see some blood drop on the floor below my
head. Then I felt terrible pain and I saw one
of my testicles fall to the floor, more pain and
my other nut plopped on the floor also right
where I could see them both.

I was in a daze but I remember hearing
Master say to my wife that he won’t be
fucking you anymore now without his nuts.

* * *


Cascade, The

The highlight of the party is where ten guillotines have been set up in a row.
The men are brought forward, shoulder to shoulder, and their erections are
placed through the restraining holes. A great excitement and expectation fills
the room, many wonder what must be going through those men’s minds. Final
checks are made and then it is time, the room is silent but for the buzz of
electric tension! The men can be seen to brace themselves. People strain for a
good view.

Woosh, it has started. The blade falls and the first man’s cock is sent
tumbling to the floor. There is a two second delay and woosh, the second cock
is severed. The crowd’s heads turn slightly as they wait for three, then four
and so it goes on down the line for twenty seconds.

They call it The Cascade. If you want, because of the cocks that are cut off
and sent tumbling to the floor. The real reason for the name is that as the
first blade falls, within a few moments of each other, the remaining nine
cocks begin spewing spurt after spurt of cum, that rains down like a
waterfall. If he’s quick, the first guy may get out one spurt of cum before
his cock is chopped but regardless his last spurts (and often the second man
too) are seen by the crowd, strangely shooting out from the middle of the hole
where their cocks had been.

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Slave Boys

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## Slave Boys

**Date:** 23 Oct 1997
**Time:** 23:46:11
**Remote Name:** 205.186.81.216
**Remote User:**

### description

A historical look at the practice of castrating young slaves.

### Comments

In the ancient bysantic empire young boys were robbed and brought to
Konstantinopel from all Mediterrean area. Most of the boys became slaves and
quides for harems. Many of them served their masters on many ways. Boys who
had a good singing voice were brought to richest harems, where they
entertained the sultan and other persons by singing. The boys coming to
Konstantinopel were normally circumcised. One of the first measures, when the
boys came to Konstantinopel, was the circumcision. However, many of the boys
had to undergo an other and more deep going operation - castration. Especially
the most beautiful boys with nice face and blond hair were taken to harems and
their destiny was to undergo the castration. The same was for boys with a good
singing voice. In order to keep their voice clear they were castrated just
when the first signs of the puberty could be seen. Normally both operations
were made on the same time. An right order was first to circumcisise and then
castrate the boy. The boys physical development was followed keen and the
right point of time was chosen. In order to follow a boys development he was
examined carefully, when he gegun to aproach the puberty. Normally it was a
barber-surgeon, to whom the boy was brought to be examined and later on to be
operated. In some cases, in later times in the 16th century there were females
practicising as barber-surgeons. When a boy was brought to the physical
examination a special attention was naturally payd to his genitals. For the
people participating the examination it was most exciting to look at, when the
barber-surgeon examined the boys penis and scrotum. The boy was first
undressed and then layed on the examination table and his legs were spread a
little apart. The female barber-surgeon observed and commented the development
grade of the penis and testicles. She was satisfied when she notices an
especially long foreskin. The right time for the operations was, when the
puberty was just starting, the testicles had already grown a little, but the
penis was still small. The female barber-surgeon took a light grip on the
penis and pulled the normally a little tight foreskin carefully back exposing
the moisty glans. Then she rolled the foreskin on the glans and stretched it
as long as possible showing to the other persons its length. All persons
nodded. She enjoyed when she noticed that the foreskin was so long, thick and
fleshy. She then cupped the scrotum and pulled gently the testicles outside.
She smiled to other attenders. She noticed how the boy begun to breathen more
deep and massaged his round thighs together in order to prevent the attenders
to see his virgin genitals. He also tryed to cover his genitals with his hand,
but his hand were moved away and the barber-surgeon continud the examination.
This was most enjoyable to all attenders. The female barber-surgeon and other
females dripped between their legs. The men following the scenery felt their
penises went to a huge erection. The female barber-surgeon weighted the boys
testicles and rounded them gently between her thumb and foresfinger. There was
an extremly excited atmosphere in the room. All nodded to themselves, it could
be heard small discussion, that the operation will be realized soonest
possible. In the following day the operations took place. The boy was put as
naked on the same table. There were several females and men on the place. His
legs were spread apart and his legs and hands were tied strong on the bed.
Some females tryed to calm and quiet the boy, who begun to wrigle and moan.
The was placed a white clothe under the boys buttocks. The female barber-
surgeon looked at the the boys genitals. The scerery before her eyes was most
enjoyable. She saw his small penis with a long and wrinkled foreskin showing
upside to the boys pelvis. She noticed that the foreskin was nearly as long as
the shaft of the penis. The round testicles lied beside themselves, one a
little lower than the other, in their soft scrotum. Because it was very warm
the boys scrotum was loose and soft and therefore the contures of the
testicles could be seen clearly. She first took a gently grip with both hands
on the boys genitals. She stretched and gently rubbed like milking the
foreskin and simultaneusly with her other hand gently cupped the testicles and
could feel their weight, warmth and roundness. She said that they are ripe to
be taken off \- it is the right point of time to cut the boy. Then everything
happened rather rapidly. She took a extremly sharp and small razor in her
hand. Gently she milked the foreskin as long as possible in front of the
glans. Then she rapidly made a skilful cut behind the corona of the glans and
on this way loosened the outer part of the foreskin. She said that she removes
the foreskin totally, so she made the first cut near the root of the penis.
When first incision happend, the boy gegun to wrinkle and moan noicely.
However, he could not move and. The females comforted and calmed him. The
female surgeon was skilled and small incisions followed themselves. Soon also
the inner part of foreskin was removed. The boys glans was now exposed and a
little bleeding wound rounded the penis behind the corona of glans. All women
participating the operation felt excited and they felt how theír pussies were
totally wetted. The men could not resist any more. Many of them opened their
trousers and took half in secret their erected penises out. The barber-surgeon
continued. She then gripped the boys scrotum and cupped the testicles one
again. She rolled the testicles between her fingers and said to others how
delicateus testicles the boy has. Everything was ready to be continued. She
took the razor on her right hand and gripped the left testicle between her
thumb and foresfinger. The scrotum's skin was tense. Then she made a slight
incision, not more than one inch, and pressed the testicle out. After bounding
the spermatic cord she loosened the blue-purplish testicle. This was extremly
exciting. The attending men begun more or less in secret masturbate their
penises. They also begun to caress the females wet pussies. The famales could
not resist their desire to grip the male's genitals, especially on their
testicles. They all looked at, when the female barber-surgeon skillfully
continued the castration. The scenery was extremly cruel, but on the same time
exciting. Rapidly she repeated the same procedure on the right testicle. When
she pressed the right testicle between her fingers and prepared to incise the
tense skin on the second time, many of the men started to ejaculated. Soon the
castration was over. The cutted foreskin and testicles were in an metallic
jar. There was a small puddle of blood on the white textile between the legs
under the boy's buttocks. There bleeded a little on the buttocks from the two
wounds of the cutted scrotum. Then the boy was released and his pelvis and the
insides of his thighs and the buttocks were cleaned from blood. The boy was
carried to the restroom and the fewmales took a good care to him.

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Transformed by the Klika

PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other: fem nullo & sci fi

Summary: Earth is invaded by a race of aliens that brutaly alter the bodies of their captors in strange sexual ways. Its a bit sadistic, and very strange.Enjoy!

Transformed in the Hive

	Five years ago, the Earth was invaded by the Klikas.  The
Klikas were an alien race that was organized like a bee colony.
The people of Earth are resisting, but the Klikas control most of
the globe.  I was a member of the resistance, until yesterday when
I was captured.  I was about to be assimilated into the hive.  The
Klikas were skilled in genetic manipulation, and could adapt any
creature to fit into their hive society.  Most of those who were
captured were turned into workers, but some became drones and
queens.  The Klikas formed the warriors of the hive.
	The Klikas were bipedal like us, about 7 feet tall, with
light green skin.  The only major difference between them and us
was their sexual organs.  They had what looked like half of a third
leg between their other two legs.  They could manipulate it like an
elephant’s trunk.  The end of the trunk had three opposing flipper-
looking appendages and retractable fangs around a vagina-like
orifice in the center.
	The cell door slid open and three Klikas entered the cell.
Two of them were armed, the third seemed to be in charge.  There
were eight of us in here, and we knew that we would soon be
assimilated.  The on in charge looked us over and settled on a
female prisoner.  “She’ll do.”
	The Klika in charge grabbed her as she screamed and ripped
her clothes off.  With her arms she(all Klika warriors were female)
pinned the prisoner’s hands to the wall, and grabbed her crotch
with her strange organ.  I must admit, I’ve always wondered how
they did the transformations, but I never expected this.  The woman
continued to scream, but not as loudly.  The Klika seemed like she
was enjoying herself.  The woman stopped screaming, and suddenly
seemed to get shorter.  Her arms and legs were shortening.  She was
saying “No, No, No,” but almost like she was in a trance.  Her
breasts and stomach began to grow and she started growing new
breasts.  She was being turned into a queen.  The Klika hissed and
withdrew her sex organ.  The woman fell to the ground and continued
to change.  Her pussy became larger, and her legs shrank onto her
plump body.  She had almost twenty nipples on her stomach now.  Her
arms were almost gone, and her head was sinking into her body.
	“Now you’re going to need a drone.  Any volunteers?  The
rest of you will become workers.”
	I small man raised his hand and meekly said, “I don’t want
to be a worker.”
	“Good!  Strip and I shall transform you.”
	While the prisoner stripped, the Klika fondled the tip of
her sex organ.
	“Turn around.”  The prisoner turned around, and the Klika
grabbed his ass with her organ.
	The man gasped and looked down at his rapidly growing
genitals.  His balls were the size of grapefruits, and his penis
hung down to his knees.  He smiled and started to get hard.  The
Klika hissed, thrust her hips a few times and then let go of him.
“There is your queen, drone.  Tend to her.”  He immediately started
to hump the lump, which used to be a woman.
	The Klika then began to work on the rest of us.  She
grabbed another and woman and linked her organ to her pussy.  The
woman struggled and screamed as the Klika altered the woman’s
body.  The Klika hissed again and she removed her organ from her
crotch.  The woman gasped, grabbed her crotch and fell to the
floor.  “You won’t need that smelly thing any more.  Rise worker.”
To my surprise, she got up.  Her groin was featureless and bald.
Her breasts had shrunk and she was thinner.  “Yes my master,” she
cheerfully replied.
Next was a man.  He struggled but to no avail.  She grabbed his
manhood with her organ and he screamed when I heard a sickening
crunch.  Then the hiss, the gasp from her victim and the fall to
the floor.  He looked just like the woman did.  He had a smooth
groin and small breasts.
The next three went the same way, and she was down to me.  “Leave
us.”  The two guards left.  “I think I can handle you myself.
Relax, I always like to savor the last one.  Are you frightened.”
“Fuck you!”
“You are right, I will fuck you.”  She fondled the end of her sex
organ again.  “I like your spirit, I think I will pleasure you as I
break you.  I’ll bet you’re wishing that you volunteered to become
the drone.”
“It had crossed my mind.”
“Well you made the right choice.  He’ll be dead by morning from
exhaustion.”  Her sex organ reached out and grabbed my balls and
cock.  My cock seemed to be in an orifice of some kind.  I could
feel retracted fangs everywhere inside and on the flipper that held
my balls.  She began to move her orifice, and rub my cock.  “Soon,
your precious genitals will be gone, enjoy yourself while you can.
Don’t worry, as a worker you will feel love, as you never had
before, and we will care for you as long as you live.”
It did feel good and I closed my eyes and began to enjoy her
touch.  I heard her hissing.  The Klika seemed overcome with
pleasure.  “Hurry Earth man, I can’t hold back much longer.”  I was
close to cumming but not there yet.  She hissed again and gasped as
the fangs sank into my flesh, piercing my cock and balls.  “Feel my
venom entering you.  Soon you will be my happy slave.”
I felt her sting and a warmth began to spread to my legs and then
up my body.  I felt a strange floating sensation.  I was going to
cum.  Her trunk clenched and crushed my testicles as I injected my
cum into her body.  The Klika looked into my eyes and hissed in
pleasure.  Her orifice cushed and bit off my cock, then reached
down and bit off my crushed balls.  Pain filled me, but I seemed to
be floating.  I looked at my former enemy and felt a strange love
for her.  I would do anything for her.  Anything.
She let go of me and I dropped to the floor.  I felt my crotch and
was glad that I had given her such pleasure.  My groin had healed
instantly and was completely smooth.  I felt so happy having given
her my balls and cock.  I felt my chest and small breasts were
budding.  “Rise my slave.”  Her words covered me like honey.  I
wanted to serve her until I died.
“Yes, my master.”

THE END


My Patients And I - Part 01a - Addendum

GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, Circumcision

Summary: This is the start of a new series, written in the first hand. Some of the stories will be written just from the Doctor’s view; others will include the patients view. This addendum to Part 1 is to add to the understanding of this series of stories.

` This is the start of a new series, written in the first hand. Some of the
stories will be written just from the Doctor’s view; others will include the
patients view. `

This set of stories draws from various works, including “An All-Around Im-
provement,” “Reverence,” and “IRC Story.” Others come from original inspira-
tion and in some cases, a combination of numerous stories. I have read so many
good stories on the Archives over the years that it is impossible to identify
which parts of my stories in this series come from myself or from other
stories.

That said, I want to thank all of the authors for all of the great stories
that I have that read and enjoyed over the years, going back to the original
Archives.

This addendum to Part 1 is to add to the understanding of this series of
stories.

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Each story or set of stories revolves around either one patient or a small set
of patients, such as brothers or close friends that end up in front of the
doctor be-cause of actions of the patient(s) and/or decision(s) of the
parent(s) involved.

Each individual story is written in it entirety; even those in story sets.

Most stories or set of stories are not linked to each other, only to Part 1.

A single story will be labeled “Part 2,” “Part 3,” etc… A story set will be
labeled “Part 2a,” “Part2b’” “Part 3a,” “Part 2b,” etc… to indicate that it
contains multi-ple parts, usually from different viewpoints.

Those stories (or sets) that are linked will be noted in each story (set) that
is linked to another.

It is unlikely that any story set will be complete before another story (or
set) is released. It is my intent to write the stories (or sets) in
chronological order from the Doctor’s viewpoint.

Please E-mail at YankeeClipper@EudoraMail.COM and let me know what your
thoughts are on this series.

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Janitor pt 2

Summary: Just the last few paragraphs of the 'janitor' story.

I finally managed to make it back to the gym, and this time when I
got into the shower people out and out stared.  I still said
nothing.  A few guys looked ill, but most of them were just
incredulous.  I even noticed a few pop giant erections right there.
 "Did you get into another accident, dude?" one asked me.
	"Nah, man.  I, uh, couldn't take being horny all the time."
 A total lie, but in the face of actually telling somebody what
really happened all my resolve melted away.
	"Jesus, man, I'm sorry."  The guy turned away and went back
to showering.
	Well, this is about as far as the story goes.  I've been
totally smooth for about a year now.  I'm still with Cliff, and I
never have seen Joe again.  If I saw him now I guess I'd just thank
him...


News Article: 'Hijacker confessed under threat of castration'

Summary: The Arab-Israeli citizen accused of attempting to hijack an aircraft and fly it into a building said yesterday he never tried to seize the controls. Mr Fukra said he confessed under duress from Turkish interrogators. "They told me that they castrate anyone who doesn't co-operate with them. So I told them anything they wanted to hear," he said.

` http://news.independent.co.uk/world/middle_east/story.jsp?story=356224 `

'Hijacker confessed under threat of castration'

By Justin Huggler in Jerusalem

27 November 2002

The Arab-Israeli citizen accused of attempting to hijack an aircraft and fly
it into a building said yesterday he never tried to seize the controls. Tawfiq
Fukrasaid he only "confessed" when Turkish police threatened to castrate him.

Mr Fukra, a Palestinian with Israeli citizenship, is being held in a Turkish
prison after being accused of trying to hijack an El Al flight from Tel Aviv
to Istanbul on 17 November. El Al portrayed the incident as proof of the
efficiency of its security. Mr Fukra was wrestled to the floor by two security
guards posing as passengers.

Mr Fukra claimed in an interview with Israel's Ha'aretz newspaper that he
never tried to hijack the aircraft. He said instead he had analtercation with
a stewardess.

Mr Fukra told Ha'aretz he was angry because, as an Arab, he had to endure
extra security checks at Tel Aviv airport. "I was nervous on the flight," he
said. "It was the first time I ever flew. I got up before landing and the
stewardess yelled at me. I shouted back and the security guards pounced on me
and I fell to the ground. I don't have any more memory of what happened."

There were wildly differing versions of events on the flight. Mr Fukra's
versiontallies with some early accounts. But several passengers said they saw
him try to break into the cockpit. Last week the Israeli government described
the incident as a "terror attack".

Mr Fukra said he confessed under duress from Turkish interrogators. "They told
me that they castrate anyone who doesn't co-operate with them. So I told them
anything they wanted to hear," he said.

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No More Balls 2

Summary: Just another encounter

If you have been following my tales since the first one, this is just another
encounter. There may be some changes coming soon though...I'll explain.

Joe has been Mary's steady lover for awhile now. I have serviced them to their
liking. Joe came up with a new position to bang my girlfriend. I lay on my
back on the bed. Mary lays on her back on top of me and spreads her legs wide.
I get her started by fondling her clit with my fingers. I am not allowed to
let her orgasm, thats Joe's job. I get her real wet though and she loves the
teasing. When Joe sees her moisture dripping from her slit, he lays on top of
her. I guide his cock into her pussy, all the while underneath them. It
doesn't take long for Joe to come. His face is right over mine, whispering
into Mary's ear. I lay there with my limp dick and wait for him to stop
coming. He jumps off her, then Mary spins around on my chest and moves her
pussy right over my face and then I wait. It doesn't take long for gravity to
expel all the cum that comes out of her pussy. It comes out in huge globs and
I don't have to dig in with my tongue. After she sees that I have cleaned her,
she pushes her clit onto my mouth. I suck on it until she comes again. It used
to be humiliating, but I have gotten used to it.

I hope you all remember Donna....the lesbian that took my balls. She was over
at the house hanging with Mary and Joe. Mary told me to show Donna what my
genitals look like now that its been so long after she nutted me. Nothing is
more humiliating than having a lesbian laugh at your little dick and no balls
to hang. She grabbed me by my dick and told me she should have cut that off
too. Thats what started the next phase of my life. They all started to talk
about taking my cock off. I begged them to change their minds. I suggested
that I go in for a sex change operation. This actually got Donna hot. She
actually thinks I would make a good looking female. Joe was into it too, and
wanted to see me undergo hormone therapy, and watch the changes in my body. I
think he just wants another pussy to fuck.

I have made inquiries into the change. I have to see a shrink for gender
counceling. It seems you can't just get an operation, I must live as a woman
for a year before they will consider sex reassignment. Mary has told the
shrink that I have been dressing up (a lie) and the shrink is buying her tale.
So my friends, the next time I write I may be a girl. I will let you all know
how it gos, and I will also let you know of any other encounters with Mary and
Joe....and Donna. Don't cheat on your women!

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No more Aging

Summary: Sperm eating to stop aging

In the near furture A women Scientist finds that Sperm put on a
 womens wrinkles makes them vanish.

Animal sperm is put into Hand cream and anti aging creams by
 company's. Male animals Are put into

milking farms. A house wife experimenting try's her husbands sperm on
 her wrinkles and finds it works

even faster.And Then eats some sperm and finds she don't have to wear
 it to make it work. Male

Sperm is the very hard to find . A year Latter a Butcher shop owner
 finds that if you eat testicles it can

even take off a year or two. Bulls are the Cloned for there sperm.
 owners of breading Dogs and cats

find that there Breeders have been castrated during the night. House
 wife's Start milking there

men.And Look for husbands that can produce more sperm. They start
 cooking with it .Putting it in all

there foods. Some even Buy Human Testicles on the Black market
 finding that they work best.

Husbands are found to have one or two testicles removed. Scientist
 start cloning Animals to make them

have three or more testicles. I wrote this story hoping  more women
 will start Liking men's sperm and

there Balls.

Thanks
stepphen@iamyours.com


Reality

Summary: I have a high libido and big balls and cock. It has often infringed upon my requirement in true love, and my peace of mind.

` Therefore I decided to ask various experienced sources about castration. It
was a fantasy for a couple of years, then upon further investigation I realizd
that being a eunuch was the way to go. Like the Eunuch slaves becoming a Party
in the Roman Senate, and the greatest explorer and Admiral of all time; what's
his name fron China 60 or so years before Columbus. `

Now, the governments of any country competing in a global capitalist society
do not want you to be listless, laid back or lazy, as would be the outcome for
most marijuana smokers, nor do they want to condone castration, even for sex
offenders, because of fear of the same outcome. I'm guessing.

In my case: I have strong morals, have a strong libido, and can make my wife
orgasm in 3 minutes guaranteed, with a dildo slightly larger than my own cock,
plus the use of my tongue.

However she wants to please me, however a few weeks after castration, I would
not desire the need, spend more time being productive, and more time pleasing
my wife with no need to please myself. She is now happy knowing that I do not
feel that I'm missing my own orgasm.

Remember I had a high libido, my wife loves me being a eunuch now, she had her
doubts, but has never come so often since.

Warning: before finding a cutter or surgeon, you must feel that you will Love
your spouse, and and you would like to, not chill, but redirect to a more
relaxing lifestyle.

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Ryan’s Story 2, pt.1

The same story as STB Law 4, told through the eyes of one of the boys.


Taken by a stranger...

Summary: A young man is castrated by force.

Jamie loved masturbating. It was an obsession with him. Every day,
every chance he had, he masturbated. Naturally enough it was this
which got him in trouble, bigger trouble than he had been in before.

At 19 he was just getting into that phase where he would do anything
to get off, and indeed had done most things he could think of. Being
slim with short blond hair and quite good-looking he had no trouble
getting guys or girls to help him. Jamie was walking down the road
after soccer training, feeling tired but horny. He wanted to go home
but decided that a few minutes in the local park wouldn't be so bad.
He would fin some guy who wanted to help him get his rocks off and
then turn in. It took him about 5 minutes to get to the local
cruising area, and about two minutes to get picked up. He waited
around and lit up a cigarette, but before he had a chance to finish
it, a good looking guy approached him.

Soon it was agreed, and Jamie left for a quiet part of the park with
the other guy, feeling more excited than normal. They came to a small
clearing within a thick bunch of trees. the guy grabbed him and held
him. He heard scuffling as another guy came out from behind the
trees. He cursed himself silently for not thinking that this was a
set-up. He felt himself being slammed back against a tree and his
arms tied around the back of it.

His jeans were pulled out and his soccer shirt was ripped off. Soon
he stood with nothing on, but his silk boxers. All through this, the
attackers never said a word. He begged them to release him but to no
avail. He felt a hand reach into his crotch and start to stroke his
hard six inch cock. He began to relax, maybe this was some guys
fantasy and now he was acting it out. That thought didn't last for
within one minute a gag was forced into his mouth.

Jamie began to get increasingly worried, but couldn't help moaning as
the rhythmic stroking of his cock increased in pace. He felt the
sperm beginning to boil inside his balls. He willed himself to let
himself shoot. It didn't take long for him to let it all go. his cum
just kept pumping out. He felt the hand retract away from his now
semi-erect penis.

He sighed as he felt the last drops of cum drop away from his penis
head. Silence fell, if it was possible for it to become quieter than
it was. Jamie wondered what had happened. He soon knew as he felt a
cold steel blade cut into his scrotum. He tried to scream, but the
gag stopped him. Jamie felt fingers on his left testicle and then a
pull downwards. In one second it was gone. The same process was
repeated on his right ball. He couldn't believe it. his balls were
gone, he could feel the empty space. He began to cry as he thought
about it. The pain was excruciating, but Jamie got no chance to
recover and a blade slid around the base of his hard penis shaft. The
pain was so much he passed out.

He woke the next morning, lying on the ground, dressed in some old
clothes. He rolled over and saw a note, and two small tablet
containers labelled "painkillers" and "antibiotics". The note
contained instructions  for aftercare and a thank you for a delicious
cock and balls. As he got up, feeling groggy he noticed another body
on the ground. It was one of his team-mates, now completely nullified
also, with the same note beside him. Jamie felt that although he was
going to miss his cock ands balls, life had taken a strange new twist.


Queen of the Knife.

Summary: Ancient Queen with a terrible lust for the castration of young male slaves.

` She had become Queen on the death of her mother, Queen Farrah. It had been a
long and frustrating wait. She had hated her mother who had always treated her
with contempt and exclude her from many aspects of Royal life . The land that
Queen Farrah ruled was a remote area of ancient Arabia. And she ruled it with
an iron fist. Total control of the country and its people was exercised from
the luxury of her Palace in the city of Azzan. To the people, the Royal family
were almost Gods. Their obedience was also reinforced by fear. Queen Farrah
had a reputation for terrible brutality. Her husband, the King, had died many
years before. It was rumoured that she had had him killed. After his death
this cruel woman had a free hand to rule as she pleased. It also meant that
she could satisfy her insatiable appetite for sex. But her hunger was not just
for normal sex. To her, sex meant cruelty and brutality. It was well known by
the servents in the Palace that she was only interested in young teenage boys.
Within days of the Kings death, she began purchasing boys from the slave
traders. As time went on , it soon became apparent that she did not want the
boys just for her bed. She wanted them for castration. As soon as she had
sated herself with the body of a young male, her female servents would drag
him naked from her bed. He would then be bound and spreadeagled on a special
table. The servents would then be ordered to leave. The Palace slaves could
hear the screams of the boys as they were being gelded. On some occasions,
Farrah would have a boy, who had already been cut, masturbate her as she used
the knife on the scrotum of her young victim. After the testicles had been
removed from the sac, she would often attempt to have sex with the bleeding
victim. When the gelded boys recovered from the terrible cutting, they were
sold as Eunuchs, and replaced with new victims. She reigned for twenty years
and was reputed to have raped and castrated over twenty young males. When she
died Saris became Queen. She had always known what was being done by her
mother, but had always, to her fury, been excluded. Her hatred of her mother
was not because of her mothers activities, but because of the fact that she
had been totally excluded from the pleasures her mother indulged in. Her only
contact with males was with the Palace Eunuchs, who were her personal
servents. They were of no use to her, they had no balls between their legs.
Her mother had seen to that with her knife. Her fury and frustration had grown
to boiling point over the years. But deliverance had now arrived. She was
Queen. It was time to make up for those lost years. ( to be continued. )

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`


St Andrew's Cross Part 6

Summary: Andy survives the party ...

` Andy hung alone. His night had been one of constant abuse and pain. The
party had been a success. Andy had been used by nearly all of those who
attended. `

The man entered the room and lowered the frame on which Andy’s tired body
hung.

Almost tenderly he lifted Andy out of the torture machine and carried him in a
fireman’s lift over his shoulder, out of the dungeon room.

Andy, half awake collapsed in the arms of the man who hard tortured and
mutilated him.

As the man lowered Andy in a warm bath, the man simply whispered in Andy’s ear
“Thank you …”

Andy relaxed in the bath. His aching muscles and spirit refreshed by the
warmth as the man gently scrubbed his body clean of the night’s detris.

Andy realised in those moments when the man treated him like this that
whatever might be said in the dungeon, this man cared for him and that was
more important to Andy than anything he had ever known.

After his warm bath the man dried Andy’s tired body and carried him back to
the darkened dungeon room.

He did not return Andy to the cross but instead placed him in the small cage
that sat in the shadows.

He gently placed a collar around Andy’s neck and attached a chain to it and
the other end to the cage.

Andy curled up on the mat in the cage. A bowl of water sat at one end and a
bucket at the other.

The man fitted leather mitts to Andy’s hands and shackles to his legs.

Andy was asleep by the time the man locked the cage door.

The man smiled to himself ….the boy had taken to his new life better than any
before him and he had allowed himself to become attached to Andy.

He turned and left the room.

It had been a long night, the party had gone well he would do it again soon
but tomorrow he would put Andy through his paces. Maybe the time had come for
some more mods. Maybe his dick needed more work or perhaps he could scarify
Andy’s chest ….mmm lots of possibilities.

He climbed into bed, switched the light out …after all tomorrow was another
day …

end

thanks again to all those who have emailed me with suggestions and comments,
they make writing worthwhile!

T

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THE DARK ROOM 2

Summary: Male Is Interrogated by female.

When she finished her cigarette she got up from her chair and
    grabbed the wires that were
    attaches to my testicles and gave them a pull. The alligator clamps
    pulled a patch of skin off of my
    scrotum. This cause me to suck in air. My beautiful blond
    interrogator then gently massaged my
    balls ans sucked on my nipples with her mouth. She then requested
    my unit information for the
    third time but I refused. She stated a long orgasm would be  more
    pleasurable than another surg
    of electricity through my sore testicles. I gave this some serious
    thought, but my loyalty to my
    unit was foremost in my mind.  She stood up and turned around with
    her soft round buttocks in
    my face . She proceeded to lift up her lab coat and pull down her
    panties and dress. Her butt was
    beautiful, she stuck her butt into my nose and bent over at the
    waist. The command that followed
    was for me to lick her ass hole and pussy. I started to gently
    worked  my tongue around her ass
    hole and proceeded to lick the inner and outer lips of her libaia.
    Her moans were very audible and
    I continued to push my tongue in and out of her pussy like a
    piston. I saw her body shudder when
    I sucked her clit into my mouth. She screamed with an intense
    orgasm. She then re attached the
    alligator clips to my testicles. Sitting back in her chair she
    turned on the tape recorder and
    proceeded to hand crank the telephone. My testicles exploded with
    pain and my whole body
    convulsed. The electricity stopped and she requested the
    information again and I refused. She
    then preceded to Insert a wire on the dildoe that was up my ass.
    When she cranked the phone
    again the electricity tore at my prostate and testicles at the same
    time. I screamed and bucked
    telling her I would talk. She seemed pleased with this response and
    proceeded to take my
    statement. But she turned and said with a smile we are not through
    yet your testicles still belong
    to me.


VIETNAMESE COCKBELT

STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other: WAR

Summary: The widow of a Viet Cong soldier enjoys her new occupation. Castrating G.I.s and attaching their cocks to her belt.

VIETNAMESE COCKBELT

In 1971 in a seedy part of Saigon roamed a very beautiful, sexy,
seductive and deadly Vietnamese whore. She would have a young
soldier in bed, tortured and castrated, all for her sadistic kinky
enjoyment. She worked alone and would change her appearance so
to avoid capture.
She would dress as an innocent young girl one time and a hard sexy
whore the next. No matter what disguise she wore, a horny G.I. would
always land in her web. Her first victim was a handsome Marine stud
walking alone down a deserted Saigon street. She faked having
trouble with her small moped motorcycle. Her leg and spiked heel
firmly pressed against the street was an exciting view for the now
sexually aroused soldier. She asked. “G.I. please help me.” He
said.
“okay” and proceeded to adjust the choke on the motor. The moped
started up and she said in a sexy voice, “G.I. good man, you go
with me, I love you long time. Do suckie fuckie, you like, yes?”
The G.I. now with a raging hardon jumped on the bike and they
sped off to her apartment. Led up a narrow stairway above an
abandon warehouse he entered her apartment. Offered a drink,
he accepted. That was the last time he saw her while he was in
a standing position.
When he awoke from his drugged condition, he was on his back
naked on a hard wood table. Arms and legs tied spread eagle.
She walked into the room wearing only black stockings and
her spiked heels. With her hands behind her back her large
breasts stuck out proudly. Standing in front of him, admiring
his large cock and balls, he said, “What are you doing?’ She
replied, “ My husband was Viet Cong. Americans captured him,
tortured him and cut off his cock and his balls. They sewed his
penis in his mouth. I here to get even and avenge his death.”
She took her hands from behind her back and produced a large
straight razor and put it to the base of his manhood. The young
stud started begging her not to nut him.
Laughing, she folded the razor and stuck it in the elastic of
her stocking top. She tied the end of a leather cord around the
scrotum and penis that went up to a pulley on the ceiling then
to a crank on the wall. She slowly cranked the cord until it
tightened and pulled his pelvic area off of the table. Suspended
by the cord and bound to the table, the young man was in much
pain.
She went through his wallet and took out a picture of a young
lady. She said, “This your girlfriend?” He said, “Yes”. “Did you
fuck her G.I.?” Do you want to make baby with her? You no
make baby with her or any woman. Soon you have nothing to
make baby with. You no fuck girlfriend. She will find another
man and have babies. She no want you with no dick to fuck
her with.” The whore took the photo and rubbed it on the
G.I.s cock. Laughing she said, “I put girlfriends face on your
dick one last time”. After discarding the photo, she lowered the
cock bound soldiers midsection back down to the table. She
put on a snakeskin belt with several metal clips on it. She said,
“G.I. may live and save cock. If you get hard and make me
cum I will not cut you.” She started sucking his cock and the
man in all his horror did become erect. Sucking his penis and
fingering her own pussy she worked herself up in a mad frenzy.
As the blood and cum filled the poor guys cock and balls, she
quickly got up and cranked the penis and scrotum back off the
table. She took out the blade from her stocking top and waved
it in front of his eyes. The bound soldier lost control of his body
functions and started to spew cum out of his dick. She pressed
the blade firmly where the underside of the cock shaft met the
pelvic bone. A quick slice caused the stretched scrotum and
penis to separate from his body. The blood and cum went
everywhere. His body fell back to the table and the severed
genitals fell and landed on his stomach. She masturbated herself
with the handle of the razor to orgasm. As the man lost his
lifeblood
he gasped in pain and shock. She picked up the penis and
scrotum package, sat on his chest and fastened the severed
manhood to a clip on her belt.
She said, “Thank you G.I. You give me first cock and balls for
cockbelt. I will get many more.” These were the last words the
eunuch  heard before his life drained out of his crotch.
The bitch proceeded to clean and tan the severed organ. After
which she attached it to her snakeskin belt along with the owners
two dog tags. She got aroused each time she walked around and
the manhood dangled and the dog tags made a sound as they
banged together.  She found the soldiers girlfriend’s address in
the mans pocket. The sadistic bitch placed the two dried
testicles in a box with the sweethearts picture and sent them
to her. Included was a note. “Me hope you enjoy boyfriends
balls as much as I did.
The ball slicing Viet Cong soldiers wife went out to find
another piece of manmeat for her belt.


Rejected

Summary: The mistress has a big surprise for Pete

` The beautiful mistress greets me and we exchange small talk about our mutial
needs. I share my desire with her on how I would love to add my balls to her
collection and the dick as well if she is led to excise it from me. `

The mistress talks about her huge collection of over a hundred specimans taken
from slaves over the years. after going through all the gorey details on what
is entailed and the risks involved, I decide to have a regular erotic session
and keep my privates intact. The Mistress is stunning and tall. She ties me to
a table and starts to drag her long red nails down my chest stopping at my
sac. She hooks the sac and pulls hard causing blood to flow freely down my
ass. She takes a small bottle of clear fluid and pours it's contents on a rag
and puts it to my mouth and shoves it inside. Everything goes dark fast and im
out cold.

When I wake I let out a blood culring scream, My balls and dick are in a small
jar sitting on my chest. I curse her to the top of my lungs. She starts to
laugh and tells me to look between my legs. I look down and see my dick and
balls intact. The ones in the jar were of another slave. She tells me that my
equiptment doesn't measure up to her standards and I wasn't a worthy subject
to add to her fine colection. She untied me and showed me the door. I was so
rejected that I quit the bondage scene and went out to find anyone who would
accept a four inch thin hapless dick.

* * *


The Cyclist (testicles, partial penectomy, repost)

The Cyclist

I'm a 27 year old computer analyst at a small company in San Diego. I love
the sea
and the sun. I'm tall and fit, mainly from riding my bike everywhere I go.
I was an overweight couch-potato up until five years ago when I finally got
fed up (so to speak) and started exercising. I tried weights, then
stairmaster, then aerobics, but nothing seemed right. That is until I bought
my first mountain bike. I started just circling my neighborhood but am now
up to 100 miles a week including commuting to work, early morning workouts,
and weekend races. I love just hopping on and pedaling as fast and far as I
can go with the adrenaline pumping full blast. I still do some weight
training and have gorgeous muscles too. But my legs are my pride and joy -
they are chiseled to perfection. In my bike shorts and lycra top I look good
and judging from the looks from the men on the beach I qualify to be called a
hunk.

A year ago I started to run into trouble. I woke up one morning with a
numbness in my crotch. It's kind of weird pissing without full sensation in
your dick. My balls ached too. I had biked a hard race the day before and
figured I had just hammered my genitals a little too long on the bike seat.
Full sensation came back the next day. Unfortunately, the numbness kept
returning. I tried a different bike seat and riding positions. I tried
getting advice from my doctor who said to just limit my biking. I tried
everything but it was really screwing up my routine and my weight. So, I
decided to just live with the numbness and aching. A month after that
decision, I was training for a cross state race of about 120 miles. The
training and race went fine, but starting the day after I was fully numb for
a week! The numbness was okay but I wasn't prepared for he pain. When
sensation started to return throbing, gut wrenching pain came with it. My
balls would not settle down and full sensation never returned to my dick. I
could still feel about 80% and erections and climax were no problem. The
doctor diagnosed permanent nerve damage and could do almost nothing for the
pain. Pills helped some but I didn't want to become a junkie. I was
off the bike for almost two weeks and almost died from boredom and
depression. I was addicted to that adernaline pump and needed my cycling.
Finally, I came up with a solution. If I kept riding more nerve damage
would occur but the pain could actually increase until all nerves were
deadened. I couldn't stand being off my bike or going through the pain so I
proposed to my doctor that I be castrated. I convinced him it was the only
course of action due to the extreme pain. He thought it was a bit drastic
but agreed to perform the surgery. Afterwards, I woke up eager to explore
the result. I carefully lifted the bandaging and explored my empty crotch.
My nuts and sack were gone. My dick had been pruned too. No sense in
leaving it attached if it was going to be a source of more trouble later. I
was ecstatic. I was smooth and ready to race.

It's been over six months since the operation and I feel great. There's no
pain at all and the only problem I have is that my bike shorts don't fit up
front too well anymore. But now I can hop on my bike, tear up the trail, and
not worry about anything getting caught or damaged. My cockless, nutless
crotch hits the bike seat just right and I have actually improved my race
time. So the next time you see a bunch of cyclists, check out their baskets.
You might find (or should I say - not find) something of interest.