Extra Income III

Summary: A Eunuch’s wife finds a way to earn extra cash as a hit woman.  She has to vary her routine to keep from being detected.  Her new job has some perks too.

My name is Sharon. As you may know from reading my last two postings, I made
my husband Jim into a eunuch some time back. Having a eunuch hubby leaves a
girl in need, even though he licks me to heaven twice a week or so. Luckily
“my business” allows me to get full relief just about as often as I have need,
which is about every week or two, and I get to send one of my clients to
heaven too. They get to go there just once though. :) The great thing is, I
get to have a really good time in bed without subsequent entanglements
endangering my marriage. None of my liaison partners ever asks for a second
“date”.

The “special bra” method works very well much of the time, and the .22 cal
silencer has done good service for me on many other occasions. However I had
an international request that gave me pause to think. I could not check a gun
on an international flight, and even my special bra method might be risky. I
needed something simple, quick, quiet, and local. Then I remembered high
school biology class. Have you ever “pithed” a frog before dissection?

Jacques had been a problem for his boss. A simple and final solution was
needed, and fast. Jacques was only 23 years old, and had the body of a god. I
flew into Paris and was picked up by a limousine and whisked to the hotel near
the Louvre. I love museums. I checked in with a wig, a false name and
passport. They didn’t check very carefully anyway. To avoid jet lag, I stayed
up the rest of the afternoon and went shopping at Printemps department store.
I bought an ice pick and some of the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen. It wasn’t
cheap (the lingerie) but this job was paying VERY well, so I splurged. I
figured Jacques would approve. I was right.

I went back to the hotel. The bed had a nice headboard covered in thick
fabric. I embedded the ice pick into the fabric behind the headboard, just out
of sight, but within easy reach over the top.

The next day I was chauffeured to the company branch headquarters in Paris. I
introduced myself as a new sales rep for one of the company’s products.
Jacques fell for me at once. Apparently he was quite a lady’s man – but then
aren’t all the French? We made a date for dinner and a tiny place along the
Seine. At 8:00 we met and I had one of the best poisson (fish) dishes that I’d
ever tasted. I invited Jacques back to my hotel, and he eagerly accepted. I
know I had a job to do, but I was really looking forward to some French
hospitality first. I was not disappointed.

I peeled off my blouse, revealing the bra I had bought at Printemps. A zipper
pull later, my skirt fell uselessly on the floor, and Jacques got the whole
picture. He whistled his approval and gently hugged me. He was so smooth as he
caressed my body, and I felt SO sexy. Eventually he shed his clothes too. By
then I was wild with passion. I asked him to sit at the head of the bed, his
back to the headboard. I moved the pillows, then sat over Jacques, facing him
and the headboard. Up and down I bucked until reaching the big “O”. Jacques
was such a gentleman, he had not cum yet, and was still hard as a rock. Soon I
settled down and began a pumping motion again. I could tell he was getting
close as his face began to grimace and his breathing became ragged. I put my
hands around the back of his head and pulled his head into my ample breasts.
He began pumping his load.

Ever notice that the back of a man’s skull has a soft spot in the middle down
near the base? I found that spot with my left finger. With my right hand I
grasped the handle of the ice pick and guided the point just to the tip of my
finger. I plunged it in and up, then stirring a little. Scrambled eggs anyone?
His eyes wiggled a little back and forth, then rolled back into his head. I
withdrew the pick while sliding my finger over the hole. There was virtually
no bleeding as I held my finger there for a few minutes. His penis was still
pulsing for a while, I guess that part of a man’s anatomy goes on autopilot at
some point, so why not let him finish? Afterward I showered and cleaned up.
Then, after rigor mortis had set in, I sliced off his balls and slid them up
into my pussy. Jacques US bosses would want them as proof, and I didn’t dare
risk an international shipment. His balls would stay warm & fresh in their new
home. I caught an early flight through Heathrow and enjoyed “that full
feeling” for the whole transatlantic trip.

While I was on the flight home, a businessman in the next seat was hitting on
me. He was pretty handsome. I told him I’d broken up with my boyfriend in
Paris after a wild night. He intimated that he wanted a wild night like that
with me. I took his card and said I’d think about it. Maybe he could meet my
needs during a dry spell. Unfortunately for him, he might wind up as a
“freebie” mark before the night was out – IF I treat him to the pleasures that
Jacques had tasted….

Thanks to hubby for posting this.

Cheers,

Sharon Fox
jimfoxeu@hotmail.com

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VESPAH -Vortex Extracted Semen and Penis Automatic Harvester

Summary: Many years ago, long before the Eunuch Archive was founded, some of us used to chat on IRC. In those days, bboy, chris19, flybyte, I and others used to chat about our penectomy fantasies. Many of those discussion involved an automated device that milked semen, then cut off the cock. This device has been used in many of the archive's stories.After more than 15 years, I have finally brought this device to life. This vid, posted at Slammer's Dark Spot, is dedicated to those early pioneers in castration and penectomy fantasy.The spelling and punctuation errors in the story are purposeful. They helped the voice synthesizer pronunciation. I decided to leave this in it's original form.

Introduction.

Welcome to this demonstration, of the new, Vortex Extracted, Semen and Penis,
Automatic, Harvester. Vespa!

Vespa is design, to harvest both semen and penis, quickly and efficiently,
while minimizing stress, on the livestock.

The key to vespa's efficient operation, is the Harvesting cylinder. This
cylinder, features a specially design laser scalpel, that provides for quick,
clean, penis harvesting. The laser's cauterizing action, minimizes bleeding.

The semen harvesting port is designed to maximize recovery, during the semen
extraction process.

Vespa, comes with a variety of harvesting cylinder styles and sizes. Proper
sizing of the cylinder to the penis, is crucial to the success of both the
semen, and penis harvesting. Harvesting cylinders are available in clear, for
those who want to fully experience the harvesting process. And, opaque, for
the livestock that might be a bit stressed by the sight of loosing its organ.

A semen collection cup, accumulates the harvested semen during extraction.
Once the semen cup is filled to the predetermined level, the penis-harvesting
phase, is automatically initiated, and the laser scalpel, is activated.

Harvesting Preparation.

The harvesting process begins, by attaching Laser Activated, Vespa Harvesting
Tape, around the base of the Penis.

This, vespa exclusive, eliminates the need for elastic bands, that can slip
off during operation, causing damage to the harvested penis.

Within moments of application, the Harvesting Tape softens and expands to
become virtually undetectable. This eliminates interference with the semen
extraction, until the laser activates the tape, causing it to contract. This
supports the penis stump, and seals the organ's root, to minimize unwanted
bleeding, and keep the organ, fresh.

The penis can now be fitted with the proper size-harvesting cylinder.

Harvesting cylinder size, must match the size of the penis, in order to obtain
an efficient harvesting operation.

The semen collection cup, is now inserted into the machine, just below the
vortex port.

Finally, the harvesting cylinder is inserted into the vortex port, aligning
the semen port, with the semen collection cup.

And now, Vespa, and the livestock, are ready, to begin the harvesting process.

Introduction and Milking.

The penis is exposed, and the livestock is bound, to the Vespa restraining
rack.

Frequently, the excitement and fear, cause an involuntary erection. This
aligns the penis with the harvesting cylinder.

Once vespa is activated, the vortex action, quickly sucks the penis into the
harvesting cylinder. Once fully inserted, the penis, cannot, be removed.

While some range of motion is possible. The penis, can only be withdrawn,
until the glans reaches the laser scalpel device. Then increased vortex
action, makes removal of the organ, impossible.

Within minutes of insertion, convulsions of the first orgasm, sends waves of
semen into the harvesting cylinder.

The vortex pools the semen, toward the harvesting port, cleaning it from the
harvesting cylinder.

The semen, is harvested, air-rated, and then, accumulated, in the semen
collection cup.

The incessant vespa, continues. The vortex prevents loss of erection, and in
no time, the penis is shooting another load, to be collected into the semen
cup.

Each ejaculation takes a little longer, but vespa is insistent. Load after
load of semen is extracted and collected. Semen continues to collect in the
semen cup. Bringing the level ever closer, to the trigger point.

With a combination of pain and pleasure, the penis finally gives up enough
semen to fill the collection cup. This tells vespa, the penis is ready to be
harvested.

The Harvesting.

The laser triggers, in a burst of light. The penis, is severed. The Vortex
collects the penis for processing.

Some swelling occurs, but, the stump is held tightly by the harvesting tape
which facilitates healing, and minimizes bleeding.

Cleanup, is just as easy, as preparation. The harvesting cylinder is
dishwasher safe! Which also sterilizes it for the next use.

Vortex aeration, insures the semen is fresh and light, eliminating the need
for aeration prior to processing.

Vespa! The only harvester you will ever need, for light-duty, to, high-volume
semen and penis harvesting.

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Russian Winter part 2

Summary: Soldier castrated by hungry women

` Soft music was filling the barn around me. As my eyes got accustomed to the
low light I recognized at least 20 beauties around me. All were naked and
eyeing my manhood which could not help but respond to the female attention. `

"Our german enemy with all his jewels presented to the crown of Russia. What a
pity we shall send you home without your manhood" A gorgeous blonde seem to
enjoy the prospect as she walked over to a busty brunette and lustily licked
her nipples.

"Now,you will need to satisfy all our needs before we are done with you,
soldier! And even the proudest of your boys has failed miserably. Now, we
decided to take matters in our hands- figuratively speaking."

She walked over to me and teased my proud manhood. I could feel it throbbing
as she teased my dickhead with the tip of her tongue.She gently massaged my
balls but sent a shiver down my spine when she took both balls in her mouth
and gently bit down on them.

"Perhaps our soldier will shoot his cum for us if we force his juices from him
with our teeth" she laughed.

She then produced a thin piece of string- not much thicker than fishing line-
and gently circled the base of my throbbing dick.

"We dont want to lose this fine boner before we all are done" she laughed and
with that pulled the line tight around the base of my dick. I could feel my
cock swelling as the line bit into the skin. "Dont start going blue before you
even started" she said to my dick and forced the pisshole open with her long
red nails. Although it stung it only aroused me more!

"Ladies I present to you: A willing young German from Bavaria. Balls and Cock
grown fat on Bavarian Beer. Please feel free to drown in his lust before we
throw his carcass to the wolves...."

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Transplant

Summary: Alien tends to a lonely man

` Transplant `

“Another night, another lonely night without someone to hold, “ Ted mused to
himself as the hypnotic rhythm of a well disguised speaker continued to pound
its way into his embalmed consciousness.

Was he that repulsive that no one, including his desperate little waitress
would heed his gentle overtures? He took another slow sip from his luke warm
brew and thought of childhood dreams long ago lost to his current realities.
It was late and there was another day waiting for him at the lab, so with a
heavy hearted sigh he resigned himself to another night of loneliness.
Briefly, the thought of cruising the “Ho-zone” crossed his mind, but past
memories quickly returned him towards thoughts of his own bed. It was then
that she slid into the seat next to him, her delicate perfume awakening his
senses in anticipation.

She was small and frail with a delicate smile, pale skin and rich, full lips.
He slender body, tiny hands, and long golden hair evoked his yearnings, and
Ted felt his passions stirring without as much as a word of introduction being
spoken. Her dark, deep-set eyes urged him towards the distant exit and within
moments they were making their way towards the cool night air. As the door
slid shut behind the two, she turned to him and upon her toe tips kissed him
deeply, leaving him temporarily winded and ablaze with desire.

She spoke for the first time without prompting in a voice as clear as the cool
morning air;

“I’m Andy, and I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“I’m Ted, and you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he replied
shakily.

With her warm smile of acknowledgment, they fell silent as they walked to a
small hotel at the end of the street. The clerk was smelly yet well mannered,
and the room was without a view but very accommodating as the two embraced
even before the door was closed. As she removed her simple yet unremarkable
attire, the true beauty of her small, ruby-crowned breasts and delicately
rounded torso became apparent. Ted fumbled with his clothing like a schoolboy
in a whorehouse until Andy graceful strode over to him and, dropping silently
to her knees, finished undressing him with quiet assurance.

He groaned as her smooth lips encased his throbbing manhood, and soon his hips
were moving in a steady rhythm to her probing tongue as it explored the length
of his urethra with gently increasing pressure. His hands savored her golden
hair as it flowed across her flawless shoulders. She sighed passionately with
his touch and urged him towards the bed by guiding his hips with her hands as
they firmly grasped his trembling buttocks. Ted paused long enough to collect
his thoughts before lifting her and carrying her to the harsh firmness of the
queen bed. Within moments, his glistening glans found the moist down covered
patch of her femininity and slowly pushed past the passion inflamed lips that
guarded her throbbing vagina. As he pushed into her moisture laden cleft, she
sighed in abandon as a tell tale deep red glow enveloped her neck and chest.

As Ted’s cock quickly thrust into her hidden recesses, she squealed with
anticipation. The soft moist folds within her massaged his glans, throbbing
and caressing the purple mushroom as to encourage its release of life-giving
cream. With her air all but gone, she swooned beneath him, taking a deep and
profound breath as the last exposed length of his meat disappeared into the
delicate folds of her pussy. Her engorged clitoris throbbed visibly and surged
towards his pubic bone seeking the welcomed pressure of his inward lunges.
Sweat began to form on their foreheads as their lips found each other and
locked together. Her nectar, forced from her pussy by his forceful thrusts,
sprayed onto his scrotum, flooding his genitals and the bedspread with her
pungent odor. He could feel the boiling sperm building at the base of his
urethra, but fought the growing flood as Andy reached her own orgasm and
exploded with a mighty spasm beneath him. As her breaths began to subside, his
sperm exploded within her violently, sending spasms through their bodies in a
neurological short circuit.

As their orgasm subsided, Ted felt a strange sensation at the base of his
manhood and unique pressure against his pubic bone. The release had been so
forceful, that he dismissed the sensations until he rolled off of her still
trembling body and felt as if a part of him remained within her. As his vision
cleared, he gazed down between his legs at the bloody hair covered patch where
his manhood had once so proudly risen. In horror his eyes refocused on the
throbbing blood-covered organ that now rose magnificently from Andy’s down-
covered mound and mouthed a few senseless syllables before drifting into
senselessness. She turned quietly to her unwitting donor and kissed him on the
forehead. His wound would heal by the time he awoke in the morning and he we
begin his journey into the world of sexlessness. She, in turn, would return to
her own world, and began the most delicious task of repopulating her species.

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Stumped Part 3

Summary: John\'s odyssey continues..

` John knew the drugs that Turner was giving him were causing the changes that
he felt. It was Turner wh was to blame for the amputation of his arms and legs
and his castration. `

He was angry but could do nothing ablout it.

His mind was now clear after weeks of hallucinatory drugs and he understood
everything that had happened.

He was angry, he wanted to escape his captors and their cruel actions but he
was dependent on them for everything.

The tubes that fed him also carried the drugs that were transforming his body.

The dilemma was playing on his mind, twisting it and making him more violently
angry and aggressive.

“By now he realises what we are doing to his body. He will become more
aggressive and violent. This is partly due to his mental state and much more
due to the drugs which contain a variety of chemicals that cause the
aggressive behaviour.” Turner said, addressing the team of military officers
visiting his facility.

“We will push a new high power combination into him over the next 24 hours.
This will be the final test. We will release him into the pen and watch the
results at that point. He will then be available for organ harvesting. This
provides substantial economic benefit to the program.”

The officers were impressed. The man that had been John was no longer visible
for the drugs had transformed his once lithe body into a strange misshapen
creature, not able to speak or move. His stumped legs and arms prevented any
problems handling him. His obvious aggressiveness was an excellent result.

Turner’s group’s project to develop a drug that could be given to soldiers
before battle was progressing well.

Turner was happy the meeting had gone well. The latest round of drug
combinations was a great improvement on the earlier versions. The subject’s
alertness was much better and the detrimental physical affects had been
reduced. The voice had been affected but even that was better.

It also meant that the resale value of the subject’s organs would be greater.
Turner was very pleased.

John felt his body was on fire. He could do nothing to stop it happening.

“You know son, you are on the cutting edge of science” the now familiar voice
of Turner said as john lay writhing with the pain the drugs caused.

“We are almost finished. Almost at the end of this ordeal!”

Turner motioned to the attendants who picked up John’s stumped body and
carried it through a door into a pen that was more like a wild garden, with
brush and a pond and trees. For John it was the first taste of the outside in
months.

He could smell the air, hear distant roadway noises ….

The attendants let him off his leash and ran back through the door slamming it
shut behind them.

John saw a shape move in the brush. His new instincts took over. He moved
rapidly on his stumps and ravaged the small rodent with his teeth.

Turner smiled, the technique was improving.

Reynolds watched the videotape of the events Turner had given him. It was
fascinating to see how the handsome young man had been turned into a rat-
eating beast. John’s aggression turned into a weapon for Turner’s use.

Pity that the boy would ultimately end up being used for transplant parts, but
he had other concerns....the new subject was due . Turner paid well for his
work. This time only he had only to castrate the man, pity really, he enjoyed
doing far more interesting modifications.

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Curious Wesley and the secret portal

Summary: Warning! A badly written, Wesley bashing, trekkie slash parody. Not for the faint of heart. After posting it, I hope we can all agree never to see the name \"WESLEY\" in the archive title list again.

` After months of effort, young Wesley Crusher was ready to test his secret
hologram portal program. The program made a small gap between the holodeck
doors and the “environment” that was currently running, allowing Wesley and
one other guest to open the door and observe the program without being seen by
anyone inside. Ever since Wesley first saw Lt. Worf, his curiosity about
Klingon mating habits was sparked. And every time he saw the tall, dark
warrior, or even smelled that distinctly Klingon scent, Wesley could think of
nothing else but the mysterious Klingon penis. How big was it? Did it grow and
throb like Wesley’s? Was it surrounded with dark, kinky hair like Cmdr.
Riker’s? Would Worf let him touch it like Cmdr. Riker did? What did it taste
like? Could it be even larger Cmdr. Riker’s hot throbbing eight centimeters?
Wesley had to know! His hand reached under the computer counsel and began
stroking around his circumcision scars. How stupid he was for showing his
mother that ancient Kellogg file he found while poking around in the sexual
mutilation medical archives. He should have never accepted the passwords from
Cmdr. Riker. Anyway, it was time for the final test. Lt. Worf had entered the
holodeck, and Wesley had primed him by discretely leaving erotica on Worf’s
counsel when he was out. He made his way down the hall until he came to the
holodeck doors. Pretending to examine the reservation schedules, Wesley looked
both ways before quickly typing in his password for the portal program. The
door slid open, Wesley jumped in and the door closed behind him. It was just
what he had wished for! There was Lt. Worf, naked, and a holographic Klingon
female clinging to the upper branches of a holographic tree spitting down at
him. “Oh, Fuck!” Wesley whispered in amazement at the pendulant, 40cm tool
between Worf’s legs, and seven hot, throbbing centimeters of pubescent flesh
unsuccessfully attempted to rip through Star Fleet’s latest, high tensile
strength trouser fabric. Wesley had no choice but to soothe it. The going was
awkward through the high-tech cloth. Its elasticity made inserting a hand
difficult, so Wesley slipped them down to his ankles and went work. The
spitting and threats continued until Worf’s huge organ was fully erect. Worf
was becoming an animal. A lusty husky musky animal! Suddenly Worf collapsed.
He lied on his back with his erection throbbing up vertically, tempting
Wesley. Minutes slipped by as Wesley and the holographic Klingon female
watched and waited. Wesley wanted to touch the huge organ, to taste it. He
typed in his password again, and shut down the programs. An unconscious Lt.
Worf lay waiting. Wesley kicked his shoes and trousers off his feet and went
forward. He stood above Worf, hesitating. Was he dying? Could he still touch
the great penis and then arrange for an emergency transport to sickbay before
it was too late? Worf’s smell was overwhelming. One hand vigorously
manipulated the 14-year-old, seven centimeter, pink-white human penis, while
the other slowly reached out to unsheathe the tribble-sized head on the flag
pole in front of him. At the moment when pale thumb and index finger closed
onto the ebony, horned foreskin… `

“Wesley! Ensign Crusher! What were you doing here?”

It was Lt. Worf.

“Sir, I was walking by the holodeck doors and I saw a warning light flashing,
and… oh, I hurt down there!”

“Quiet! You should never interfere with rituals you do NOT understand.”

“What happened, Sir? I swear! I saw the warning light, and there you were…”

“A likely story.”

“What are you hiding, sir? What is that dermal regenerator for?”

“See for yourself.” Warf allowed the boy to sit up.

“My penis!” Where is it? This isn’t fair!”

“I ate it.” When Wesley awoke from the subsequent faint, Worf was dressed.
“Ensign Crusher, I found your portal program. I am sure this will be the end
of ALL your computer privileges.”

“No, Lieutenant! Please!”

“You found yourself in the middle of a Klingon mating ritual, I suspect humans
would call it a “possum” trick. I instinctively went to bite my mate’s thigh,
it is the beginning of that particular mating process, but I found a small
piece of flesh stuck between my teeth instead.” Worf bared his teeth and
growled. There, next to the right incisor, hung a deflated, circumcised penis.
Worf slapped his chest. “Worf to sickbay. Prepare to re-attach a small genital
organ to a curious, human teenager. Oh, and beam a toothpick into holodeck 3.”

“A toothpick , Lieutenant?” a woman’s voice came back.

“Yes Mom, a toothpick! And hurry!”

“Worf, where are my balls!?”

“Balls? …Testicles? Oh, they hang between the legs in humans. I had forgotten
that. I must have swallowed them while I completed the ritual. Once you touch
a Klingon egg sack, it is deposited in the female so that in can be exposed to
her sperm. It is an instinctive process that must be completed before
conscience thought returns. Anyway, you will not want your little organs for
some time. My egg sack will slowly make its way through your body, looking for
sperm. If it finds some… well let’s not go into that. But certainly it will
not be possible for you to have any sperm in your body for the life of the egg
sack; seven years.”

“Seven years!”

“Yes Ensign. Seven years. Approximately. I am sure Cmdr. Riker will be even
more upset.”

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Thecia Hacks a Hacker

Summary: Thecia finds someone using her IP Address and it pisses her off.Fiction and not for minors.

Thecia Hacks a Hacker

My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m a working
engineer, but I enjoy cutting much more. I’ve been de-balling men for about
seven years now and I’ve racked up quite a score. I’m usually paid very well,
but this one was on me.

As I’ve said the company that I work for keeps a house in NJ for the six
months or so that I work there each year. I have a wireless router for my lap
top so that I can sit on the enclosed porch and use the net. I never bothered
with a password as I didn’t really care if someone used my service or not.

I got home from work on one Friday to find a bill in my mail box for $4,589.49
for music and video downloads from the internet. I had never downloaded any
entertainment from the net and I was outraged. After a few phone calls I was
told that if I didn’t pay the bill I would be sued for the full amount and
costs. Someone nearby had downloaded all of this stuff. I knew the range of
the router was 200 feet on the outside. That limited it to four homes. To my
right was an old lady, not likely, to my left was a younger woman who worked
three jobs, again not likely. Behind me to the right was a young couple,
maybe, behind me to the left was a family with a 19 year old kid, much more
likely. The following day the kid that cuts my grass came by, I asked him who
would have a good music collection and without hesitation he said, “Bill
Freeman. He downloads everything on the net, he makes CD’s and sells them.” I
had found my culprit.

I followed him for a couple of days and found that he and his friends spent
time at the local youth center playing sports. He came home around seven each
evening he would cut through the park that was closed at five. The park was
heavily wooded and dark at that time.

It was only a matter of time until everything came together. He was alone when
he walked confidently on the wooded path.. I had a ski mask on and a pair of
baggy coveralls that hid my shape. He never saw the taser coming, he hit the
forest floor like a ton of bricks. I quickly bound him and forced a ball gag
into his mouth.

He was fighting again so I drove stakes into the ground and secured his legs.
I didn’t cut his pants and underwear off, instead, I slid them down. I’m
always surprised when a young man has such a big package, his was perfect. For
kicks I played with his dick until it reached its full size, about seven plus
inches. My only kind thought of the day toward him was to let him cum one last
time. I worked him with my velvet glove and in what seemed like seconds his
thick seed was shooting like a fountain.

At his age I was sure that was another load in there, but I was done. I took
his left ball in my hands and squeezed for all I was worth. The ball went
flat, but refused to pop. He was screaming into his gag as I went to plan B.
From my backpack I retrieved the pair of welders vise grip clamps. They were
standard vise grip pliers with flat plates welded to the jaws. I adjusted them
so the jaws were about ˝ inch apart when closed. I slipped his right nut into
them and squeezed. The jaws closed as his big ball flattened to the pre
adjusted ˝ inch with out any rupture.

I tightened the clamp to close at 3/8 inch. This time as the gonad got flatter
and flatter I could see the inevitable. The ball went from a solid shape to
ball stew. I could actually hear the membrane pop.

I’m not usually into ball busting but this was getting to be fun. His scrotum
was beat up but not split. As I slipped his left ball into the clamp, I was
very surprised to see his big cock harden. As I squeezed the handles, the
pliers forced some blood tainted cum from his big prick. It would be his last
cum ever. Suddenly the ball popped and what had been two defined orbs were now
so much mush. Bill had passed out in pain. To be sure the job was finished, I
got the wooden mallet and block from my pack and beat his already smashed ball
meat into puree. One of the things a man should never do in this world is piss
off a cutter.

I removed the gag and carefully picked up all of my stuff before leaving. I
went to a pay phone near the library (one of the few still in existence) and
called a local business. I told them that there was a man hurt in the woods
near the park and I didn’t want to call the police and get involved. Before
long I heard sirens and I knew they had called.

I paid the bill for the downloads, It was worth it. I didn’t bother to add a
password, I figured if he did it again I could always hack off his cock

I went to the local bar/restaurant and ordered the wild salmon special and a
glass of red wine. When ever I destroy a set of nuts, I‘m famished afterward.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia

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Respect

Summary: Wayne learns about respect.

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

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

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

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

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

* * *


Havoc II: Chiseled

Summary: Maybe all those country creole girls just werent enough anymore, maybe he was made for this, eventhough he didnt know much about what i had in mind.

The single idea of carrying out his desires was driving me out of my old
fleshy body.

This man which I didnt knew and appeared from nowhere, was contacting me
through the web, yes, we know, an ad place that was around... here....oh well.

And the request seemed serious enough. The words... uh! those i wanted to
hear! Clever man; no mercy if you tempted me, you'd better know by now...

I asked no stats, i wanted few details. Madame fears nothing, too old for that
now... i've trashed punks of all sorts with my bare hands, i've played with
some psycho madmen and came untouched, but satisfied. I know how to make even
unwilling and so-tough men kneel, and yes, pray...

So, i got to this secluded place, lost in the middle of nothing, away, from my
beloved gray cement jungle and nightly lit corners. It was bright and i hated
this, yeah yeah, the pure hilly air, i'm well adapted to smog... then i
presumed.

All I knew was he was alone. And defenseless that is...

At his home, more than 100km from where I lived and played around... this
piece of flesh had an internet connection... I'll be damned, maybe i'm just
plain too old for this. Perhaps, what I do is so outdated by know...
technology and all, and me, working with raw, primal human meat. Well, just
toughts.

Andrea, yes, a boy's name, came to meet me by the Rover, just in reach, and so
much talking, I had my hands on the nape of his neck in no time. I was
surprised, quite, since this man was barely 28 to 33 years old, and rather
good looking. However, who does care about such things?

I interrogated him on his own bathtub. All, i got all out, even what i didnt
want to hear. It is so lovely to make this big boys cry out loud even their
sick deviant experiences as dumb teenagers... Oh well.

A young carpenter, italian ancesters, and close to his 31 birthday. Alone,
deserted, here as he had chosen. Perhaps too bored... maybe all those country
creole girls just werent enough anymore, maybe he was made for this,
eventhough he didnt know much about what i had in mind. Oh! this mind....

So "let's visit your barn dear boy!" i said and we went in, to this place of
full rawness, obsolete tools and bare animal smell.

"Yes, animal! hands up" I said as i ripped the light clothes he still had.
This old wicked and evil pussy was getting wetter by the second... Hmmm.. such
firm body... and hairy! Oh! I could just imagine... until they came to me.
Dull heavy balls hanging so pink, fresh and low in this awfull heat. It was an
illusion, something so pretty and innocent to look at.

Oh well, so I tied him. Till the old ropes from his barn burned that poor
skin. I dont want my specimens free and in motion. Oh no. I always tend to tie
them heavily, leaving the treasures absolutely exposed for proper treatment.

And this was not the exception. I behaved at first. This magnificent piece of
flesh, and the two large orbs were there for my fast resolve. It took no time
tying the penis, with some rough rope at the base, exposing the glans and
getting some of that adorable Malbec wine he stored at his barn straight from
the bottles.

"Oh, look boy! such a lovely iron chisel! and soooo big!" i said, i wanted
this done soon enough. Didn't have a pie in my oven right then, but wanted
this quick and sharp. In my usual monstruous and cruel way...

"First we must get this nailed sweety." and the heavy hammer drove thin 6 inch
steel nails through his loose scrotum securing him to the carpenter wooden
bench.

This he loved I must say, although he was crying like a 2 year-old out of
candy, and begging... oh my! If I responded to such begging... ha ha... where
would i be know...? poor things.

I was jolly and playfull now, so i designed my own game. Its... sort of... "I
dont know what i strike"... with a hand on my face "covering" my eyes, and the
other... well: with that chisel... so:

TACKKK!! Aaawwwwww!!!

Uh? where did that go? and I looked, the chisel had cut right the outer
portion of his left ball, but it was just theloose skin! Why so much crying???
Ok... sissy sissy, Then again!

TACKKK!! Ohhhh!!! gawdddd!!!!

"All tensed now you boy??" the chisel had perforated the thick middle part of
his shaft and had wounded it for good now. But before the whole thing started
to deflate, i got bolder, and launched a third strike against the silky pink
head of the thing. Yaaak!! Awwwwwffff!!! was all was heard and the scream
lasted decades. This rusty chisel had halved it and i was surreal now, in
extasis. So this young once fully functional lovepiece was wounded for life
and my orgasms were raining on me as i worked more. And with just the chisel,
that lovely tool, I pierced his large testicle in the middle. The impact was
fast and well aimed. I was so watching and conscious, unlike him right at this
moment.

So, the wooden bench was all blood and tissue, so, there was a piece of
testicle and scrotum extra-corpore, out and free. Maybe... in the wild, the
country red-ants would have finished this fast and assertive job....

and they did.-

-Comments welcome to kathycba43 AT hotmail.com. Merci.
-I will temporarily discontinue Havoc Series since i'm devoted to much defying sci-fi/terror subject. You'll hear the knews my dears... "warm" kisses;
\------------MissK.-

* * *


Forced Teenage Libido Reduction

Summary: A hot teenage male enjoys his fucking days until someone takes them away through chemical castration

Forced Teenage Libido Reduction

I was a hot, hung, athletic stud in my prime. I had entered puberty early and
started fucking girls when I was 13. By the time I was 16, I was fucking quite
a few chicks. I was so horny that I would fuck 4-5 times a day. At age 18 I
got the hots for a 15 year old hottie. I broke her cherry and was fucking her
several times a week.

One day when I was fucking her hot cunt in the barn, her 21 year old brother
caught us in the act. He went into the house and got his digital camera. He
came back out to the barn and started taking pictures of the two of us. He
even recorded a video of the two of us fucking.

Young Jenny and I walked out of the barn hand in hand. Jenny’s brother Kyle
was outside the barn. He was a rough, tough, strong Marine. He asked me if I
wanted to see his gun collection. He told me that he even had some weapons
from his time in Iraq. I love guns and I jumped at the chance. We went up to
his room and as I was looking at his gun collection, he plugged his camera
into his computer. My mouth dropped wide open when I saw the pictures that
were showing on his computer.

“Do you want me to show these pictures to my parents? Do you want me to show
them to your parents? What if I sent them to the police? How could you fuck an
underage girl?”

I was scared shitless. I begged him to keep the pictures to himself. “I will
do anything if you will keep these photos and video to yourself.”

Kyle laughed and told me that he would keep quiet if I would agree to stop
fucking women for a couple of months.

I told him that I would do as he said. Then he told me to strip naked and get
on his bed. He tied me to the 4 posts of the bed so that I was totally
helpless.

He smiled and said: “How can I be sure that you will keep your promise? You
did agree that you would not fuck for a couple of months so I have a way to
keep you honest. I am going to chemically castrate you. I am going to give you
Depo-Provera shots like they do to sexual deviants. It will stop all of your
testosterone production. I am also going to give you 3 propecia tablets every
day to reduce your DHT levels even faster. You will have to take 40mg of
lexapro every day. It is an antidepressant but it will make your dick wilt and
your orgasms disappear. To make things even more interesting for you, I am
going to give you some oral estrogen and some premarin cream (estrogen) for
your penis and testicles. In a few weeks, you won’t be able to fuck or even
jerk off.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was going to take away my thrusting
and my fucking and my jerking. These activities dominated my days and nights.
I could not think of life without sex and orgasms. Then he got out an electric
razor.

I struggled and told him not to cut off my thick bush. “OH GOD…PLEASE DON’T do
this!!” He didn’t listen and quickly removed most of my sex hair with the
electric razor.

When he was done, he got out the shaving cream and a couple of razors and
shaved off every hair above my cock and on my balls.

When Kyle was finished he told me that the loss of my man hair was an
immediate reminder of what I was loosing. Then he gave me my first set of
pills and finally he took out the Depo-Provera needle and stuck it into my
naked ass.

Then he gave me 4 primadone pills and told me that I had to come to his place
once a day to take all my pills, get my estrogen cream and my regular
injections of Depo-Provera.

After taking the meds for a week, I couldn’t orgasm and my erections wouldn’t
happen on demand. Within a month, I was really feeling the effects of the
chemical castration. After three months, I could not get an erection and my
libido was reduced to almost nothing.

After 4 months I asked Kyle to let me have my dick, hair, erections and
orgasms back. I remembered the days of fucking and I knew that I was
chemically castrated.

Kyle laughed and told me that he wanted to make my chemical castration
permanent. I could not believe that he had forced me to be chemically
castrated.

* * *


Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 31

Summary: Matthew learns the secret of mind control.

Chapter 31

On the way home, Lukas was quiet, but it had been a good day, the best day at
the beach they had had.

‘Do you want to see something?’ Lukas said, after Matthew had parked the car
in the garage.

They were in the small dark hall and the back of the house, and Lukas had
stopped there, and turned to Matthew.

Matthew knew this hall. He knew that they had played here as kids. The stairs
went up to Mr Sorensen’s apartments, on the second floor, though the door
there had always been locked. On the third floor, in the attics, there was no
furniture in the rooms, or very little, and Matthew and Lukas had used to lug
their bikes up there and ride through the rooms, riding a circuit. Racing each
other.

Below them was the basement. These were the stairs that led to the basement,
to the basement where Lukas had his workroom, to the basement where Lukas had
cast Matthew’s body in plaster, while Matthew stood naked.

He knew that now.

He didn’t know why he’d forgotten it.

But Lukas wanted to show him something.

‘What?’

‘Can you go and see where McCady is?’

‘Do I have to?’

‘Go on.’

‘What if she sees me?’

‘Just tell her you’re looking for me. Get her out of the kitchen.’

Reluctantly, Matthew went in search of McCady. She wasn’t in the kitchen,
though at the end of the corridor that led off it, to her flat, the door was
open, and Matthew could see the flashing lights of a television in a lowly-lit
room. He wasn’t going to walk down there

He stepped out of the kitchen quietly, closing the door behind him, and went
back to Lukas.

‘Did you see her?’

‘I think she’s in her room.’

‘Is the door open?’

Matthew nodded.

‘Well did you go down there and see?’

‘She would have seen me.’

‘You could have just asked her if she knew where I was.’

Matthew said nothing.

‘You’re not still afraid of her are you?’

‘Kind of.’

‘Oh for god’s sake. Hang on,’ he said. ‘I’ll be back in a minute.’

When he came back, he had McCady’s keys.

Matthew recognised them instantly. He had been caught with them as a kid,
having taken them out of her room as a dare. She had smacked him, pulled down
his pants and smacked his bare bottom. It had really hurt.

‘Didn’t she see you?’

‘She hangs them up in the pantry now.’

Lukas mounted the stairs and started to walk up them. Reluctantly, Matthew
followed him.

On the second floor, where there was a single light on the landing, Lukas
turned the key to his father’s door.

‘He’s in Melbourne,’ Lukas explained. ‘He won’t be back till Thursday.’

Matthew had never been into Mr Sorensen’s apartments. They had always been
off-limits. Always closed.

Lukas led the way down a wide corridor, richly furnished, but dark with
mahogany panelling. He opened the door to his father’s study, and led the way
inside.

This was dark too, with heavy wood panelling and red walls.

There was a large, wide desk, with a green leather top, a single laptop
sitting open on it, aside from some papers, a paper weight, pens, pencils, a
ruler, and assorted bits of stationery, neatly arranged. The wall behind the
desk was lined with books, and by the fireplace, there was a single armchair.

Matthew was expecting McCady to appear from somewhere and surprise them, as
she had always used to.

‘This is pretty full-on,’ Lukas said.

He stepped toward the bookcase behind the desk, pulled a book out of it at
knee level. He bent down, put his hand into the cavity, and felt for
something. Matthew heard a large “chock”, as though a lock had been released.

Lukas stood up again.

‘Give me a hand,’ he said.

He was pushing on part of the bookcase. Matthew stood beside him, their bodies
pressed up against each other as they pushed. The bookcase swung into the
wall, pivoting in the centre. It was just like a movie.

They grabbed the other end of it and swivelled it around, until the side with
the books on it was hidden.

It wasn’t easy to do. The thing was heavy.

On the other side of it, now facing into the room, there was a large
collection of what Matthew recognised as BDSM gear, arranged as though it were
a wardrobe on display.

Whips, chains, handcuffs, gags, masks, clamps, red and leather outfits meant
for both men and women, things meant to restrict, to insert, to hurt, to give
pain and pleasure. One of the masks had little bars over the mouth, like
Hannibal Lecter’s mask, and there was one little cage that was obviously meant
for balls. That was kind of okay, but the whole of it looked tawdry and cheap,
the sort of thing Matthew had seen on television.

Matthew had thought of Mr Sorensen as a remnant of some former time, of some
former time before Matthew was born, where people had been kind, and things
had made sense. Mr Sorensen as a bondage master or slave didn’t fit into this
idea, and Matthew wanted to reject what he had seen.

‘Do you want to see something else?’ Lukas said.

Matthew didn’t know if he did, but he nodded.

They closed the bookshelf. And then Lukas got down on his hands and knees,
underneath Mr Sorensen’s desk. He turned over onto his back, and reached his
hand up inside the desk, reaching his hand into the back of one of the drawers
from behind.

He struggled, and contorted his body, strained to reach something, and
eventually emerged with a key. An old fashioned key. Large. Made of iron. And
with a floral head.

‘Do you think you can put these back?’ Lukas said, when they were back on the
landing, and he was locking Mr Sorensen’s door.

He was talking about McCady’s keys.

‘Do I have to?’

Lukas finished locking the door. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll do it.’

‘Did she see you?’ Matthew said, when Lukas rejoined him in the hall again, at
the bottom of the stairs.

Lukas shook his head, and led the way down to the basement.

Matthew didn’t want to go down there, but supposed he had to. Lukas was
already half way down.

‘Come on,’ Lukas said.

At the bottom of the stairs was a wine cellar. Beyond this, in one direction,
there was a door which led into Lukas’ workroom, where he painted, and did his
sculptures. And beyond the workroom, after you’d walked through it, was
another room, a smaller room, sound-proofed in corrugated foam, a room where
Lukas practised the violin.

Matthew had never been in the other direction. He had never been to the end of
the wine cellar in the direction that led away from Lukas’ rooms down here,
and he was surprised to see Lukas turn that way. When they were kids, they had
always been too scared to come down here. And now, as Matthew followed Lukas,
he wondered what could be up here. Lukas led a torturous route through rack
upon rack of wine. They turned a corner, and started down a separate
passageway, about fifty feet wide, still crowded with wine racks, some of them
coated in dust and cobwebs.

It was dark down here.

And utterly silent.

Lit by single globes.

Swinging from a ceiling that was too high.

And dark above their heads.

At the end of the passageway there was dark expanse of emptiness. They crossed
ten or fifteen feet of it and came to a brick wall.

Lukas stopped at the wall and turned to him.

‘Do you really want to see this?’ he said.

* * *


Dangerous Flight

Summary: Man is circumcised and almost castrated in drug search

` I was on a flight from Saudi Arabia to London with a stop in Cairo. In the
next seat was an arabic gentlemen with whom I struck up a conversation. He was
telling me of some interesting shops in Cairo when the flight attendant asked
us to buckle our seat belts as we were landing in Cairo. The stop was supposed
to last about one hour so I decided to get off the plane and wait in the
terminal. My seat companion waved and said he was going to do a little
shopping. I reading a magazine when my friend comes back with a small package
and sits down next to me. After a few minutes he suddenly got up saying he
left his glasses at the store and would I mind his package. He asked me to
take it back on the plane and put it in his seat. Shortly thereafter a call
came over the loud speakers to board the plane. I looked for my friend and not
seeing him I picked up the package and started to board the plane. A police
office at the gate asked me what was in the package. I told him I didn't know
as it was a friends and I was only taking it on board for him. He told me to
follow him to the police captains office. It was filled with about six
officers male and female. The captain asked me to open the package. I said I
couldn't as it did not belong to me. It was taken from me and opened. The
captain became very angry when the contents of hashish was revealed. He
shouted at me where did I get the package. I again said that it was not mine
and I didn't know anything about it. The captain said they would have to do a
body search and instructed me to remove all my clothes. As I stood naked in
front of everyone I discretely tried to hide my genitals, but with little
success. They went through all my pockets, searched my shoes and wallet. The
captain again asked me about the package and I again declined any knowledge.
With that he struck me a vicious blow acroww the buttocks with a thin cane he
was carrying. Again the question, a denial and another blow. Finally one of
the female police officers made a comment that from my uncircumcised status
that I wasn't a muslim and would lie to their questions. The captain reached
into his pocket and produced a knife which he handed to the woman. "Circumcise
him and maybe he will tell the truth" he said. Four guards grabbed me and
stretched me face up on a table. The female office grabbed me foreskin,
stretched it up and cut it off. The pain was excrutiating. Blood was running
over my genitals. The captain again asked me about the package and I again
told him I knew nothing about it. "Well" said the captain "maybe if you lose
your testicles you will tell the truth!" With that the female officer grabbed
my scrotum and stretched it upward with great force. I groaned with pain as
she placed the edge of the knife against my tender skin and made a small cut.
"No, No"! I screamed "I don't know anything about it". She pressed the knife a
little harder causing a small stream of blood to run down my scrotum. Just as
she was about the make a full cut, the door of the office burst open and two
officers came in dragging my seat companion. "We have him!" one of them
shouted and handed the captain a bundle the same as I had. It turned out that
my "friend" was a drug courier trying to bring a large amount of hashish into
England. The police captain turned to me and said "I apologize for the rough
treatment, but we do not tolerate drug merchants." He told his assistant to
call a doctor to treat me for my wounds. In a few moments he came in, cleaned
up the blood and took some stitches in the circumcision. He said that the cut
in the scrotum was relatively superficial and would be OK. After being
bandaged I got dressed and was escorted to the plane by a policeman. After
settling in my seat I vowed never to get friendly with a seat companion again.

* * *

`


Alison

Summary: They may not be \'Life or Death\' but Alison\'s decisions are of a similar order.

` My name is Alison. I'm 24, a brunette, and I work in the Packaging
Department of Acme Dildo Castings as their Senior Selection officer.
Basically, I am responsible for employing staff to work on the production
lines, packing 14 inch dildos into boxes labelled 'Lady's Pleasure: small'. `

Of course, the Equal Opportunities Board insist that at least fity percent of
any company's male employees have to be eunuchs, and my role, as Selection
Officer, is to decide which half of each batch of new recruits get castrated,
and which half remain whole.

I don't ever use the word 'male'. To me, a man is either a eunuch or an
entire.

They are all entires when they walk through the door, so I have compiled a
list of criteria with which to conclude each one's fate.

I could, of course, decide arbitrarily, which would certainly save me a lot of
time: if ten recruits are lined up in front of me (as is generally the case on
a typical morning or afternoon) I could simply order the gelding of the five
on the right, or the five shortest, or the five with the palest skins,
whatever I liked. But I pride myself on being more consciencious than that.

I insist on evaluating each recruit thoroughly: his penis size - length AND
width, limp AND erect; his sexual endurance - how long he can resist orgasm
with his manhood in my mouth; and the taste of his semen - sweet, sour or just
right.

On completetion of the tests, each recruit gets a mark out of 100, and only
the lowest fifty percent of each intake are consigned to the company
castratress.

When I've made my decisions I stand in front of the new recruits and call out
their names in alphabetical order, sending each to either the left or right
hand side of the room, without giving them any clue as to which group is
which. The entires are then lead away to start immediate work on the
production lines, and when I am alone with the prospective eunuchs, I casually
announce their fate.

I don't do any castrating myself (not at work, anyway). I merely enjoy the
power of making the deciding the fates of thousands.

Alison

* * *


Coach Carter the greatest coach

Summary: The coach had never had a loosing season, and isn\'t about to let his start quarterback\'s hormones cause him to loose this season either.

` Troy was a natural footbal player. When he was on the field magic happened.
For the first two years his stats, and talent were only surpassed by his
desire to make the coach happy. In his senior year he met a new girl named
Debbie. Debbie was a natural beauty. She was the all American girl in every
since of the word. When she tried out for the cheerleaders squad Troy saw her,
and fell in love immediatly. There relationship had grown each day, but Troy's
game had began to suffer in the process. The second game of the year, and the
Wildcat were 0 and 2. The coach was beside himself. He ranted at his players.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUY'S! DO YOU WANT TO BE THE FIRST TEAM IN 20
YEARS TO BE KNOWN HAS LOOSERS? The boys answered NO SIR! The coach began to
yell at Troy. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS TROY! The coaches yelling didn't
even bother him. He was watching Debbie practicing her cheers. When the
meeting was over the coach called his assistant coach in. Who is that new girl
that Troy keeps staring at. Debbie sir was the assistants reply. Why is he
watching her like that? Well coach the boy is in love said the assistant with
a smile. YOU THINK IT IS FUNNY THAT WE ARE 0 AND 2! No sir I dont. Well we are
going to have to keep Troy focused on his game. I have made many great
football players the same way. Its for his own good. Call the team to come in
early tommorrow, but dont say anything to Troy. The assistant coach do we have
to do this again. I like Troy. The coach said well if you like him then you
know this is for his own good now do it. The coach then and talked with
Debbie. He asked her if she loved Troy. She said yes of coarse I do. The coach
told her his plan, and he told her the same thing it is for Troy's own good.
After awhile she agreed to help. The coach was always very personable, and
could gain peoples trust very easy. The next day the coach called the players
together. DO YOU WANT TO BE LOOSERS BOY'S! NO SIR! DO YOU WANT TO BE THE ONLY
TEAM IN 20 YEARS TO GO DOWN HAS LOOSERS! NO SIR! Then we have to help our star
quarterback get his mind on the game again boys. The coach talked with the
boys, and like Debbie after awhile they to believed they were helping there
friend. Troy arrived at the school at 5pm like always. He didn't even have any
idea what was about to happen. He looked up, and saw Debbie winking at him.
She took her cheerleaders top off and motioned for him to follow her. Troy got
an erection the moment her saw her. He followed her into the school. She was
standing at the weight room door, and stepped out of her skirt. She smiled,
and went into the dark room. Troy followed her. His erection pushing against
his jeans. When he stepped in he said we havent got to much time. Coach will
have my balls if he catches us in here. She hushed him, and layed him on the
weight bench. She took out handcuff, and fasten them to his wrist. I always
wanted to do this baby. She said with a wink. Troy didn't resist her. She took
his pants down, and his boxers. She began to suck his cock in her mouth, and
groaned with pleasure. You like that sweety. Yes he said breathing harder. She
said I want you to enjoy this very much. I love you, and thats why I am doing
this. She said your future depends on it. Troy still didn't know what Debbie
was talking about, and at that point he didn't care. She slowly lowered her
self on to his erect cock. Troy loved the warmth of her vagina. She milked
him, and quickly he cummed. He was sweaty, and told her quick let me go. If I
am late the coach will bust my balls. Then the coach spoke. No son I am not
going to bust your balls, we are going to cut them off. Troy began began to
beg. PLEASE DON'T COACH! I thought you loved me like a son. I do son. I am
doing this for your own good. Boys step in here. Soon the whole team was
gathered around Troy. Boys Troy is our star. We have to put his needs first
dont we boys. YES SIR! The coach said Anderson down on your knees. Anderson
did what the caoch asked him to do. Suck Troys dick boy. Anderson looked at
the coach. DO IT NOW BOY! YES SIR! Anderson put Troys cock into his mouth as
all players did. Each working to give the quarterback the pleasure that he
earned. Troy many great players have come from this school. All went through
what you are going through now. I want you to be the best player that you can
be. After the last member of the team had suck Troy's cock. The coach brought
out the bander. He snapped it on Troy's sac, and Troy groaned in pain. Boys
Troy is making the ultimate sacrifice for this team, and we are going to play
hard for him. YES SIR! The boys answered. With that the coach opened the sac
of the teenager, and removed his balls. The coach then gave Troy pain killers
to make him sleep. Troy rested at the school for three days. The coach had the
other players covering for him. The night of the big game had come. Cross town
rivals were undefeated, and was bragging a championship may be there's this
year. Troy played the best game of his life. He passed for 500yards, and 5
touchdowns. The Wildcats won every game the rest of the year, and Troy set
state records in all stats. He was picked up by a top ten school, and three
years later had a Heisman Trophy to his credit. He was drafter number one into
the NFL. Two years later he was named MVP to the Superbowl. When asked what
his secret was he said my coach in highschool taught me about winning at any
cost. Whats your coaches name Troy. Coach Carter he said smiling. There you
have it Vince another star player sent to the NFL by coach Carter. I wonder
what his secret is. Back to you Vince in the booth.

* * *

`


Aunt Katherine

Summary: Aunt makes sure her Nephew stays a Good boy.......

` He did not understand what was about to happen..Aunt Katherine had given him
a nice warm cup of tea and the sedative had made him drowsy. He was lying on
her bed-nude and his legs spread open-he felt too weak to close them. His well
developed testicles rested on the bed- his large penis semi rigid -tho he
could not understand why... `

Aunt Katherine glanced at her darling nephew. An attractive, buxom woman of 41
she loved the boy but also realized his hormones were now changing their
relationship. She often caught his 15 year old eyes glancing at her deep
cleavage and she realized only the simple proceedure she was about to perform
could keep him young and innocent-free of the carnal lust men were so capable
of.

She entered the room- smiled at the young boy and sat next to him."Jason: she
softly spoke-you do know how much i love you dont you?" The semi conscious boy
nodded and smiled at his lovely aunt..Despite his drugged state his penis
slightly quivered at the sight of his beautiful aunt so close to
him..Katherine smiled again and continued: Im going to perform a very simple
little proceedure Jason and when its all over youll be so much happier.And
calmer.

Jason felt his aunt gently place her hands under his scrotum and lift the
heavy sack.His penis became erect from her touch but she calmly held the penis
away from the sack....He saw Aunt Katherine remove a device from her nearby
table -some sort of scissor it looked like- and he watched as if in a dream as
she carefully placed the ripe heavy sack into it....

One year later Aunt Katherine kissed her lovely nephew as he came for his
annual summer visit. She noticed he had gained a bit of weight and was even
calmer and more docile than before....

That night they shared the hot tub.....Katherine noticing his now tiny penis
limp and adorable hanging between his legs..Jason noted how large and
beautiful his aunt's breasts were and how happy she was to see him...

He had long forgotten what sexual desire even felt like.

* * *


Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter Index

Summary: In response to an email, this is a brief guide to the chapters.

Chapter 1

Lukas rings Matthew and they go to the movies.

Chapter 2

On the boat, Lukas gives Matthew a key.

Chapter 3

Lukas tells Matthew about the padlock.

Chapters 4 – 6

Matthew helps Lukas with the padlock.

Chapter 7

Matthew measures his cock and tries the padlock on himself.

Chapter 8

Matthew meets Lukas at Christian’s house.

Chapter 9

Matthew swallows the tablets.

Chapter 10

Matthew and Christian travel into Lukas’ mind.

Chapter 11

Lukas masturbates in the studio.

Chapter 12

Matthew fucks Christian.

Chapter 13

Matthew tries Lukas’ jocks on.

Chapter 14

Lukas uses a backscrubber in the shower.

Chapter 15

Lukas cracks his nuts on the parallel bars.

Chapter 16

Matthew wanks. He decides to wear Lukas’ jocks, and he rings him, asking him
if he wants to go up the coast today.

Chapter 17

Matthew can’t get rid of his erection, and he embarrasses himself in front of
Lukas.

Chapter 18

Lukas forgets to take his trunks to the beach and has to swim in his jocks,
which he loses.

Chapter 19

Matthew lends Lukas his jocks, and they shower together in the changeroom at
Whale. Matthew’s mother finds Lukas’ jocks in his jeans.

Chapter 20

Matthew is in Lukas’ mind when Lukas touches the statue, and he remembers how
it was made.

Chapter 21

Matthew hits Lukas’ nuts with a hammer.

Chapter 22

Matthew dresses Lukas in the ABC jocks.

Chapter 23

At the beach, Lukas realises he’s forgotten his bag. They go to the shop, and
Lukas buys a pair of designer speedos.

Chapter 24

In the showers, Matthew accuses Lukas of being gay.

Chapter 25

On the drive home, Matthew can’t get rid of his erection, and he ejaculates
spontaneously.

Chapter 26

Lukas and Matthew see a movie in which a jock has his gear ruined by a kid.

Chapter 27

McCady discovers Matthew in Lukas’ mind.

Chapter 28

Matthew dresses Lukas in the ABC jocks again, and he wears them on the beach.

Chapter 29

Lukas rides the board. Matthew grips him between the legs and tears the ABC
jocks off him.

Chapter 30

In the changeroom, Matthew shows Lukas his cock and comes over him. A kid
comes in and grabs Lukas by the hips.

Chapter 31

Lukas shows Matthew his dad’s collection of bondage gear.

Chapter 32

Lukas shows Matthew the museum.

Chapter 33

Matthew takes Lukas to the hardware store.

Chapters 34 – 37

Matthew crushes Lukas’ nuts.

Chapter 38

Matthew showers Lukas and reads him a story.

Chapter 39

Matthew squeezes Lukas’ sack.

Chapter 40

Matthew fucks Lukas.

Chapter 41

With his cock in Lukas’ mouth, Matthew bites his mushy sack.

Chapter 42

The kid from the changeroom squeezes Lukas’ sack in the surf.

Chapter 43

Matthew and Lukas have lunch at Rodney’s house. Rodney dresses Matthew in
short shorts and touches his cock under the table.

Chapter 44

Matthew smashes Lukas’ sack with a mallet.

Chapter 45

Christian tells Matthew about the baby. At home again, Matthew discovers that
his cock is getting longer.

Chapter 46

Matthew talks Lukas into buying a thong and he wears it on the beach.

Chapter 47

Matthew talks Lukas into having his testicles cut out.

Chapters 48 – 49

Matthew cuts Lukas’ testicles out of his sack.

Chapter 50

Rodney phones Matthew and Matthew pulls himself while he listens to Rodney.

Chapter 51

Lukas changes into the thong in the changeroom.

Chapter 52

Matthew tries to fuck Rodney in the surf.

Chapter 53

Lukas and Matthew argue in the car.

Chapter 54

Matthew argues with his parents.

Chapter 55

Matthew goes to live at Lukas’. He fucks him, and the following day, confronts
Christian about the tablets.

Chapter 56

Matthew measures his cock again. Lukas sucks him off.

Chapter 57

Lukas and Matthew argue. Lukas changes his picture of Matthew.

Chapters 58 – 62

Matthew cuts Lukas’ cock off.

Chapter 63

Matthew eats Lukas’ cock and is arrested.

Chapters 64 – 66

At the police station, Judd gives Matthew some of his own medicine.

Chapter 67

Matthew has to squash his swollen gear into the tight jeans, and Mr Sorensen
takes him home.

Chapter 68

Matthew wears Lukas’ leotard to the hospital. He sucks on Lukas’ catheter.

Chapter 69

In the lift, a kid called Jimmy (Jacob) squeezes Matthew’s gear.

Chapter 70

Matthew comes down off the tablets.

Chapter 71

Matthew visits Lukas and helps him piss. He apologises for what he has done to
Lukas, and at home, he is comforted by McCady.

Chapter 72

At home again, Lukas has to wear adult diapers. He finds the glasses in one of
Matthew’s boxes.

Chapter 73

Lukas collapses in pain, and suddenly, Matthew understands.

Chapter 74

Christian explains everything. They argue, and Christian forces Lukas’ hand.

Chapters 75 - 76

Matthew recovers.

Chapter 77

Matthew remembers.

Chapter 78

Lukas shows Matthew his groin.

Chapter 79

Matthew meets some old friends at Christian’s place.

Chapter 80

Matthew remembers everything and tells Lukas.

Chapter 81

Lukas is missing.

Chapters 82 – 91

Matthew meets Rodney in the basement.

Chapter 92

Matthew meets Lukas on a plane.

Chapter 93

Jimmy (Jacob) kills Turner.

Chapter 94

Matthew is fucked - and chosen to be hunted.

Chapter 95

Lukas fires at Matthew in the clearing.

Chapter 96

Matthew discovers that he has castrated a boy named Nathan. He and Lukas go to
the beach.

* * *


David Loses his Dick

GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: David and Peter have their dicks cooked, cut off and eaten.

` I got out of the car in the lonely stretch of desert and quickly stripped
naked except for a pair of sandals. My 8" cut penis stood at attention at the
thought of what was going to happen to it very shortly. `

I walked slowly down the path, my hard cock swaying as I went. Soon, I
encountered several naked men having hot gay sex with each other. One looked
up while he was sucking the huge dick of another, and noted my hard dick. He
smiled and then moaned in pleasure as another naked fag shoved his hard dick
deep into his asshole.

Continuing on, I reached the main picnic area, which was crowded with naked
gay men having sex with each other, or stoking the fire under a big pit
barbeque.

A hot blond guy walked up to me, his erect penis swaying with each step. "I'm
Sam," he said. "You must be David."

He held out his hand to shake mine as I nodded, then instead grabbed my hard
penis and pumped it up and down. I moaned and grabbed his dick.

He laughed. "Plenty of time for that later," he said. "Right now, we've got to
get you cooking.

He led me over to the barbeque pit where another naked guy my age was
standing. He had an even bigger penis than mine, a good 9" and as thick around
as my forearm.

"This is Peter," explained Sam. "He's also going to have his dick and balls
cooked and eaten today."

With that, Sam injected a painkiller into the base of Peter's dick. Peter
flinched a bit, but didnt otherwise move. Sam quickly slipped a collar around
Peter's penis and then turned his attention to me. He eyed my penis lustfully.
"No painkillers for you, David, I want you to feel every second that your dick
and balls are cooking."

He slipped a collar similar to the one he put on Peter's dick around my own
dick and led us both to the fire. With a quick movement, he thrust my dick and
balls through a hole in the side of the barbeque, and tied them down to the
grill. Within seconds, I could feel the heat coursing through my penis, balls,
and sac.

Peter's sex organs joined mine on the grill. While Sam was busy putting
Peter's dick and balls on the grill, I felt a huge cock push its way into my
anus. I looked behind me and saw a hot young stud start to ram his dick up my
asshole. Peter was getting the same treatment from another hot fag.

After ten minutes, the pain in my sex organs stopped, and I could just feel a
sort of nice warmth in my groin. Sam basted my dick and balls with a bowl-full
of sperm. The sperm immediately started to brown on my dick and balls.

Peter also had a bowl-full of cum basted onto his penis.

A few minutes later, Sam held up a fork for Peter and I to look at. We both
knew what was coming next.

Sam gently stuck the tines of his fork into my penis-head. The fork met with
little ressistance, sliding completly through the head of my dick. Clear
juices welled up from the fully cooked head of my dick.

Then Sam stuck the tines of the fork into the shaft of my dick, with the same
results. One last check, with the tines of the fork psssing right through each
of my balls.

Sam pronounced me ready to carve, and released my sex organs from the grill.
At first, my balls and dick didn't seem to want to release from the grill,
then they sprang up all at once, golden brown with juices dribbling down the
tasty sex organs.

He guided me to a cutting table, and laid my dick and balls on the board. He
pulled out a sharp knife, and with one single motion, cut off my balls and
sac. Another fast motion with his knife, and Sam cut off my dick.

I got to eat a piece of Peter's penis head and shaft, as well as one of his
balls and a bit of scrotum.

* * *


For Danny

Summary: Danny is 20 years old, and has waited a long time to lose his cock and balls. The big day finally arrives.

How long have you known that this day would arrive, Danny? Since
    the initial stirrings of puberty, when that first erection sprung
    free? Or since you first glanced with delight around the locker
    room at the handsome young men, with their hard bodies and dangling
    cocks?

    How many hours did you spend alone in your room, imagining those
    same cocks in your mouth, or in your ass? It never took long before
    a ribbon of semen lay across your stomach and chest. You dipped
    your fingers in the sticky white fluid and tasted it, pretending it
    came from Jason or Billy or Steve, or some other boy whose name you
    did not know.

    But those hours masturbating also awoke another urge within you,
    Danny. While you loved the feel of your hard cock in your hand, and
    the look of your balls hanging snug in their sack, you also wanted
    them to be gone. You couldn’t explain it, but you knew some day you
    would lose them, and the thought made you harder than ever.

    A leather strap around your sack makes your balls bulge tight
    against the skin. You pick up a small knife and gently push its
    point against the captive orbs. The sharp sting makes you stop, but
    the thrill is great. You repeat the action up and down the shaft of
    your cock, each time noticing how your penis swells in response to
    the probing of the knife. Some day, some day, you keep repeating.

    You begin college at a beautiful campus in the Shenandoah Valley,
    with beautiful boys, too. A 20th birthday arrives also. You are a
    man now, but men have cocks and balls and you want to be different.
    You think of castration each night, as you stroke your shaft and
    squeeze your scrotum. Soon, you repeat, wiping your cum from your
    chest. Soon it will stop being a fantasy and become real.

    Then came the day you read the posting on the Internet. It sounded
    genuine as you read the details – his long experience in castrating
    boys and men. He lived only a few hours away, and you knew that
    soon you would visit him.

    The arrangements were simple, and your overnight bag was packed.
    Then you stroke your cock, moving deliberately so that you can
    remember each sensation. You ejaculate, a spasm of pleasure you
    have experienced hundreds of times before, but this time is
    different. This time there will be no more.

    The train ride wasn’t long but it seemed like forever to you,
    Danny. Your heart wouldn’t stop pounding. Under your jeans a cock
    strained for release, rigid at the thought that it would soon be
    freed from its long bondage. Your balls pressed tightly up against
    it, knowing they too would soon be released from their sack.

    A pleasant house in a tree-filled neigborhood. Could any of  the
    neighbors possibly guess what went on in within those walls?
    Michael prided himself in doing a good job, separating young men
    from their genitals. He provided a service that few others were
    willing to perform, and today you would become his latest client.

    The house was decorated nicely, you thought. Except for the master
    bedroom, the house was like any other. But that room was where you
    soon would lie, a lifetime of longing about to end. You were
    trembling, but you also knew that you wouldn’t walk out the front
    door, either. It felt right that you were in this house.

    You removed each item of clothing carefully, placing them on top of
    the dresser. You stared at yourself in the mirror – a penis,
    swollen and rigid, and below it a sack tightly drawn up. You knew
    you would never see this image again, and the thought made you a
    little sad, but at the same time very happy.

    Climbing on the metal table, you put your arms against your body,
    feeling Michael tying the leather straps around your wrists. Your
    feet are soon up in stirrups, held there by more straps. A pillow
    beneath you raises your groin even higher, so that he could easily
    do what he needed.

    You look at the light shining down on you, as you feel the cold
    liquid being applied to your cock and balls. You feel surprisingly
    calm, even though a sharp needle is soon invading your groin,
    numbing any sensation. Neither pleasure nor pain will ever emerge
    from your genitals again.

    A pillow props up your head and you watch as Michael begins. He
    cuts around your sack, carefully but purposefully. A cotton swaps
    absorbs the trickle of blood that follows the scalpel. Your
    testicle looks different than you imagined, somehow smaller and
    less round. It dangles from its stalk but not for long; a few more
    cuts and it lies in Michael’s hand. He shows it to you and you
    smile. Only a few minutes pass before its twin has also been freed.
    You look at them as they sit together in a glass container. Then
    you feel a tug at your penis.

    Without your balls the penis now seems useless, so you feel no
    regret as you watch the steel instrument cutting into the head.
    Michael is skillful, slicing the shaft vertically around the
    catheter. The strips of flesh lie on your stomach, moving up and
    down as you breathe. Soon, only the plastic tube can be seen
    emerging from your middle.

    The surgery that follows takes much longer, but your interest is
    already waning. The purpose of your visit has been accomplished.
    Your new life is about to begin.

    At one time you feared loneliness would follow your change, but
    this proves not to be so. You still desire the company of other
    men, and they still desire you. Some still have their cocks and
    balls, and others do not. But you find one another, and you are
    happy in what you have become.

    You waited 20 years, Danny. But many more years than that will now
    follow, and the thought makes you very happy.


Mechanization (short, straight?, penectomy)

"Since your last visit, we've become completely mechanized," explained Sue, a
heavy-set woman in her forties. Her friend Patty, a pretty young woman, looked
at the contraption with amazement.

"How does it work?" she asked.

"Well, it allows us to take on about 50 men per hour. Thus the cost for each
is a lot lower. Of course, there will always be those who can afford personal
service from a dominant mistress or a gay man, but this offers relief for the
masses. Look at the line out there!"

Through the glass door, the women could see a long queue of men, huddled in
the cold. "They've been waiting out there for hours!"

Sue went to the door unlocked it, and opened it. "Twelve at a time, please!"
she cried, as the men jostled for entrance. With some difficulty, she kept out
everyone after the first dozen. "The rest of you will have to wait your turn.
It doesn't take long."

She handed each man who had entered a leaflet, but none of them read it--they
seemed to know its contents already. "All right, gentlemen, take your
positions!" Each stepped up to one of the available places at the machine.

"To begin, insert a credit card," explained Sue. "The charge is only one
hundred dollars." Most had already done so, and were waiting impatiently to
continue. "Notice the economy," explained Sue to Patty. ""Getting cropped by a
mistress or master costs at least a thousand. Some of our more talented
dominants charge many times that!"

Then, returning to the eager men, she went on. "When the green light goes on,
insert your penis in the opening in front of you. Be sure to put it all the
way in, including the balls." Most of the men had already done so. "Look at
them," murmurred Sue to Patty. "They've all got hard-ons. They love it!"

"Now, when you press the red button on the machine, you will feel a ring clamp
around your cock and balls. At this point, the process becomes irreversible,
so think carefully before taking this step! Once the ring is in place, you
will never be able to remove your penis from the machine." Patty gasped.
Despite Sue's warning, the rings could be heard clamping into place.

Shortly afterwards, the men began to wince.

"They've each just got a shot of anesthetic. It takes about five minutes to go
into effect."

The men, sweating, waited impatiently. "Can't you speed this up?" cried one of
the men. "Yes," cried another, "it's what we've been dreaming of for months."

"Just be patient--it's better this way," replied Sue. Slicing noises could be
heard, then a sizzling sound. "Cauterization," explained Sue to Patty. The
machine automatically cauterizes and sutures the wound."

The men began staggering away from the machine, in happy triumph, their
fondest dream come true. "Congratulations, girls!" cried Sue. Now just step
into the next room, where you can rest for a few minutes. Make room for the
next group."


Hired to Cut -Part 2

Summary: She hade her living with the knife.

` Shocked, she had ran from the slave shed to her room. Masood came to her an
hour later. " I am sorry if I have distressed you , my lady " he said. " I
wish to give you as much time as you need to consider my proposal. If you
refuse, I shall not be offended. But do not act in haste. I would beg you to
consider your present situation though. I am prepared to offer you ten gold
pieces for every male you remove the testicles from, that is if he survives
the operation. My lady, this is not England, it has been common practice here
for many generations to cut slaves. Also you would not be the first woman to
perform the operation. In fact it has usually been women who did the cutting
in the past. At the risk of sounding a little indelicate my lady, the ladies
seem to have a certain liking for it. The old crone I told you about earlier,
had a very strong liking for it indeed. In fact my lady, I am of the opinion
that she had to strong a liking for it, her methods inflicted much pain , and
I had many losses. Indeed I pity even the rams and the stallions she gelds.
Consider this , how much less painful it would be for those poor wretches to
be cut by somebody with a degree of medical knowledge, how much better their
chances of survival. My lady, I have business to attend to, I shall return
tomorrow for your decision. Remember , my lady, whatever your decision, those
young men are going to be castrated anyway." `

She spent the next twelve hours,going over and over it in her head. At first
she could not believe that he had made such a proposal, to her . " He wants me
to castrate those young slaves for him. He will pay me to cut out their
testicles, cut out their testicles as if they were horses. He will pay me ten
gold pieces to cut the manhood from them. " Suddenly she realised that she
felt calmer, no longer agitated. She began to considered her positon now. She
could leave here , walk away, back to her misery. She sat back in her chair.
She suddenly realised she was thinking of the males in the cages. Thinking of
what she had seen. She felt ashamed but she could not stop. "They were naked,
she had seen them naked, had seen their penises. Had seen their testicles. Had
seen what was to be cut out of them. What he wanted her to cut out of them.
Her mind was raceing now. He said it would be easier on them, did he not?. Of
course it would. They would have to be naked when they were being castrated,
of course they would. They would have to be naked and their legs would have to
be spread when they were being cut. She would be able to see their penises
again. And she would see their testicles. And she would have to feel their
testicles. Seperate them for the knife. The knife in her hand." For the first
time in years, her body was racked by an explosive orgasm.

* * *


Pick a smart one

Summary: A man, his bander, and a working girl.

The bed was comfortable. Handcuffed to the bedposts and face down in soft
pillows, I couldn’t help but think how helpless I was. Of course, my ass
lifted high into the air by a harness from the ceiling didn’t help much.  I
moaned as the warm shaving cream was smeared around my balls, up and down my
throbbing cock, and playfully slid across my ass cheeks. She was truly a
professional. With one hand, she shaved my groin and with the other, milked my
pulsing rod. I didn’t last long. Half the sac was done when I bit the pillow
and fired my man milk into the metal bowl between my legs. She never missed a
stroke, just kept shaving and massaging.

“All nice and clean,” she announced. Looking between my legs, I admired my low
hanging balls and swaying prick. I had stretched and pumped both for hours
everyday. I knew every curve of that package and could stare at them glowing
in the lamplight forever. The steaming towel thrust between my legs pulled my
mind from the haze. I squirmed and tried to escape the hot towel burning my
precious friends. After a few moments, however, my squirms turned to grinds
and thrusts as I attacked the now cooling soft towel. With a victory moan, I
fired my cannon at the enemy and watched the towel retreat from our short
battle.

Heated from battle, my balls hung even lower, and block my view between my
legs. Panting, I swung my hips to swing my balls like a pendulum of a large
grandfather clock. The little blonde girl was watching the video again.
Holding the device already loaded with a fresh rubber ring, she studied the
video closely. The cowboy approached the bull from behind. He squeezed the
large balls to the bottom of the sac. Finally, he positioned the device at the
very top of the sac and pulled the trigger. The camera zoomed in on the green
ring strangling the life from the soon to be steer’s balls.

I had used the bander on my balls hundreds of times. Once I discovered my
orgasm was stronger with the bands crushing my tender cords, I never stroked
with out choke. Lately, however, it had gotten old. So, here I was. The
cathouse had no rules and very little supervision. I simply picked the girl
from the line up and went to a room. She was a little surprised when I opened
the briefcase, but I have to admit the bander does look like a gun. I showed
her the video and we discussed the events to fulfill my fantasy. So far, I was
very pleased.

A hand gripped my sac just beneath the base of my cock and slowly pulled down.
The device was a little cold as the prongs touched my inner thighs. A cold
metal prong scrapped my pulsing cock to one side as the device slid to the
very top of my sac. Even when I know the trigger is being pulled, I still jerk
when the band snaps into place and the cords are compressed.

“Mmmmm, how does that feel Suga?”

I moaned into the pillow and thrust at the air with my hips.

“Well, if one is that good, why stop there?”

I had tried up to three bands in my private sessions, but never got to a
fourth. By the time I had loaded and positioned three, my balls were cold and
discolored. I had brought a pack of twenty rings. I jerked and thrust even
harder with my hips when the second band was placed. When the third band
snapped around my sac, I desperately needed her to rub my cock. I said so and
she laughed as the fourth band produced a jerk and renewed hip thrusts. By the
seventh band, I was running out of sac to trap. My balls looked like two plums
glued at the end of a green striped pencil and I was certain I was going to go
insane if I didn’t get my cock touched. I would have rubbed my cock against
sandpaper or shards of glass if it were placed near my thrusting hips.

“Suga, I must say, this has been a fun hour, but your time is almost up. Where
would you like to spend your last load?”

I moaned into the pillow and with a foggy mind, tried to make sense of her
words. She kept talking. She squeezed her breasts together. She bent over. She
made a wanking motion with her hand.

“Well, since you can’t decide, I guess it is house choice. I choose, a
blowjob.”

She slid between my thighs and sucked my plums. At first, I was frustrated
that she had missed the obvious target. Then she licked up the rings, flicking
each with her tongue.  Tracing the veins on my cock with her moist tongue, she
arrived at the head and swallowed my shaft whole. I thrust into the warm
throat. Her tongue ring was compressed between her chin and the first ring on
my sac as I coated her tonsils with cream. The springs in the bed beneath her
head creaked as I jack hammered her skull with an orgasm Ill never forget. I
grew soft in her mouth and she spat me out.

“Now lets finish up,” she said as she grabbed the small curved scissors from
the briefcase. I had often used them to get underneath the bands and carefully
remove them without cutting the sensitive sac. I begged her to hurry and cut
them off. I had never had the bands on this long, or this many.

“Don’t worry Suga, I know, I know.”

**Snip**

They bounced slightly as they hit the spring mattress. I remember that. One
small green band remained at the top of my sac, just under my soft cock. The
other bands followed my plums as they bounced from the bed to the floor. It
was at that moment, I realized that I had picked the stupidest working girl
from the line up.

* * *


Christine finds an ally

Summary: This continues the Christine plays Poker story. Christine meets a woman with similar interests, who extracts sexual pleasure as her price for future activities.

On leaving the club, Alix walked to a red Mustang and beckoned Christine into
the passenger seat. Christine got in and put her bag on her lap. She could
smell the old leather of the seats and there was more than enough room to
stretch her legs.

‘This is quite an item,’ she said.

‘Yes, it is my pride and joy. But it takes some upkeep at its current age.’

She put her hand on Christine’s knee as she made sure she had her seat belt on
properly.

She roared off, and said, ‘Are you pleased with your trophy?’

‘Yes,’ said Christine, openning the bag and pulling out the little plastic
container containing Fiona’s clitoris, ‘But it’s not a remarkable specimin,
and I would like to have had three of them.’

She looked more closely at Alix. A lot of her height was leg, which now
protruded through the split skirt she wore into knee length black boots, which
laced up the front. From the waist upward she also black leather in the shape
of a lace up bodice, which pushed her large breasts upwards. As she turned the
wheel, the strong muscles in her biceps showed.

It was only ten minutes drive to Christine’s apartment.

Alix pulled the car into the kerb and stopped the engine.

Christine said, ‘Thank you, I’m just here.’

‘Aren’t you going to invite me up for a coffee?’

‘Would you like to me to do you as well?’

‘Not tonight, but I might be able to get you some trade. Perhaps we could
discuss it?’

‘OK! I’ll make some coffee.’

They got out of the car and entered the downstairs door.

‘I’m on the third floor. It’s a walk up.’

Christine got to the door and unlocked it. The apartment was small with two
rooms and a bathroom.

Alix sat on a sofa as Christine filled a jug with water and put the filter
coffee machine on. She turned round to Alix and said, ‘How can I get more
trade?’

‘I know a few people, who might be interested in your services.’

‘How do you know I provide services?’

‘Not everyone carries a clitoridectomy kit in their handbag. Besides you acted
with such precision. This was not your first time.’

‘My first time in this country.’

‘So you have your first American clitoris.’

‘I didn’t say that.’

‘You’ve been collecting them outside the country?’

‘Oh yes. An American was my first. I’ll show you a picture of her, while the
coffee filters through.’

Christine went into the bedroom and brought back a photograph of Io
spreadeagled the moment after excision. She held the two feet wide photograph
in front of her and pointed to the mid point between Io’s legs. ‘You see that
speck. It’s her clitoris! It’s just been sliced off.’

She handed the photograph to Alix and went to fix the coffee. ‘Do you take
milk?’

‘No thanks, just black.’

Alix put the photograph down as Christine handed her a coffee.

Chrstine said, “ I feel a bit silly still in my raincoast. I’ll just go and
change.’

‘Just take your raincoat off. It’s warm enough.’

Christine kicked her shoes off and unbottoned the raincoat. She turned round,
keeping her legs tightly together, looked at Alix and said, ‘It’s not very
impressive, titless and hairless.’

Alix put her hand between Christine’s thighs, forcing it upwards. ‘But very
wet,’ she said, as her fingers moved around.

‘You won’t find anything to play with down there. I should have said clitless
as well.’

‘So you were just bluffing in the club,’ Alix said, without moving her hand.

‘Not quite,’ replied Christine as she again fondled her locket.

‘Let me see.’

Christine took off her locket and put in Alix’s right hand. Her left remained
between Christine’s legs and her fingers sought her vaginal openning. ‘There’s
no real fun up there either, but I don’t mind being stretched..’ Christine
said as she relaxed her thigh muscles, parting her legs slightly.

Alix took her hand away and looked at the locket.

‘It’s also not very impressive,’ said Christine, I have more impressive
examples in there.’ Pointing to the bedroom.

‘Ill see those later, ‘ replied Alix, who gave the locket back. Christine put
it on the table and sat on one of the dining chairs opposite Alix. She kept
her knees and ankles together.

Alix leaned back on the sofa stretching. She parted her legs comfortably. She
smiled. ‘I have a proposition for you. I’ll find the women for you, and we’ll
do them together. You can keep their clitorises. But after each event, you’’ll
perform cunnilingus with me.’

‘The more the merrier!’ responded Christine, smiling for the first time and
sticking her tongue out, licking round the outside of her mouth.

‘OK, we’ll begin now. Where’s you shower.’

‘It’s through he bedroom.’

Alix got up and went into the bedroom, ‘Wait until I call you.’

Chrstine heard the shower go and sat. Her wet outer labia began to stick to
the chair top.

After five minutes, Alix called and Christine entered her bedroom. Alix stood
there magnificently. She was naked and shaved. Her large breasts hardly sagged
and waist was narrow and well muscled. She had one of Christine bondage wrist
constrainers in her hand. ‘Come here and turn round.’

Christine hesitated. Alix came across, “You think I’m going to leave you free
with all your equipment at hand?’ She grabbed Christine by the shoulders,
twirled her round and pulled her two wrists into the contrainer, which she
strapped tight.

She walked across to the bed, sat on it and motioned for Christine to begin.
Alix lay back as Chrsitine’s tongue carriessed her outer labia, then her her
inner and finally her clitoris. Chrsitine found it astonishingly small for
such a big woman, but she continued to do her job. She felt Alix shudder at
orgasm and stopped. The she heard, ‘No go on until I tell you to stop.’

Finally. Alix sat up and pulled Christine’s head up. She got some tissues and
cleaned her face.

‘You’re good at that,’ she said, ‘You are an odd dyke.’

Leaving Christine kneeling, Alix got dressed and then pulled Christine up. She
untied her constraint, kissed her on the lips and went to leave. Turning at
the door, she said, ‘I’ll have some trade in a few days.’

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