Date, women's idea of a party!

Summary: What a fun party the ladies have at the male's expense.

A date.
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I was at a friend's party chatting to a petite young woman. Things were
going well, I thought. The suddenly, she kneed me in the groin. I doubled
up. Everyone stopped talking and were watching. "Kiss my feet!" she said.
She slammed her weight onto my back and neck. I fell to the floor. She
grabbed my hair and tried to lift me. I grabbed her hands. As my body
straightened. She swiftly aimed and kicked. Perfect kick. She landed it
directly in my balls. I slumpted on the floor at her feet and through tear
filled eyes aimed my kiss. "That's better" she said. "Easy when you try".

"Now strip". I hesitated. She just stared at me. I stripped. The other
people in the party were in shock. The women were watching intensely as
I took off my shirt, then my jeans and finally my underpants. I felt all
the girls' eyes on my genitals.

"On all fours". I did as I was told. She sat on my back. She took some ribbon
from her hair and tied it around my balls. Pulled the ribbon, through my
legs and sat astride my back like a jockey with this ribbon as a reverse
form of reigns. She rode me around the room.

"OK, girls who wants a ride". A female friend of mine volunteered. For a friend
she was very rough with my balls. While I was being ridden. She attacked
another poor innocent male and whithin 30 minutes, there were 3 male horses.

The other males stood watching silently as their women were excited by the
event.

"Now for a race". "The prize, not to be gelded". She held up a pair of sharp
kitchen scissors.

The race began. On the first lap I was in third. I was catching up a few times
but my jockey tugged the reigns too hard and this slowed me. The second lap
I passed 1 guy and was gaining on the leader. The woman on my back was
encouraging and kept my balls steady. My balls not jumping around allowed
me to increase the speed. I had passed the leader and building up a big lead.
Half a lap to go. She suddenly yanked my balls hard. I collapsed. She kept
tugging them. I couldnt get up. I saw another bahind me. Even though I was in
agony being tugged I crawled towards the line. Just before the line, the
guy behind passed me.

Still on all fours.

"Now for the winning ceremony. In 3rd place Fred." With that the jocky took
his balls in her hand. Squeezed tight and said "Enjoy it while you can".
And snip. His scrotum containing his balls were now dangling not from his
body but the jocky's hand.

"In 2nd place, .....". I felt her grip my balls and the pain as she squeezed.
Then the feel of cold metal and the pain stopped. The jockey came round to
our heads and waved our scrotums in our face, These were your balls and now
they're ours.

The young woman who started off the evening with my humiliation, now showed
the winning jockey how to cook their prized winnings. We sat at their feet
like drooling dogs with puppy dog eyes as we watched as they tucked into
our testicles. By the expressions on their faces, they must have tasted
good.


Castration is a good thing

Summary: I cheated and this was the last resort. Turns out this was the second best thing that ever happened to me. My wife is of course the best. Love her!

I am now very comfortable in my new state, not quite man not quite woman but
very much a part of both. I am much more feminine, pretty in a boyish way like
a tomboy. I am not the dominant partner I used to be, by far less sexual in a
masculine role. My wife is much happier, it was her idea. I used to cheat on
her frequently with an insatiable lust for sex: Raw sex, a meaningless sex not
at all what we have now.

We dated in our early twenties in 1984 going out to bars working hard and
spending all our money. It was fun. We partied. Her career took off as she now
runs a very large company. She is a consummate businesswoman and a terrific
provider. My career went south. I would work late with lots of overtime and
never produced a tenth of her income.

While she is very pretty, she didn’t like sex with me. I had good girth and
size lots of muscle but sex was not the same for her. I was too rough. I
strayed several times until she caught me about 15 years ago just after we
bought a house. She was very upset to say the least. She said that the only
way I could stay is if she had my balls. Turns out she really wasn’t kidding.
She said that she would only take me back if I had my testicles removed. She
even arranged the surgery. It was quick and painless. She requested to have my
scrotum completely removed so that all that would remain was my penis but
decided that when she learned that there would be some shrinkage that a labial
shaped split would be even more suitable. I didn’t fully understand what was
in store next but I was desperate to win back her heart.

I used to have a solid seven inches that had sizable girth but now I’m down to
a skinny flaccid two and a half which can get erect to three with injections.
I hardly bother, except when she really wants me to join in.  I am more her
homemaker now, more interested in fashions and keeping our house in season,
I’d just rather cuddle. As it turned out because I was younger the loss of
testosterone had more of a profound effect on me and I truly enjoy it.

I am in love with my body. The increase in body fat has given me a much more
womanly figure without body hair. I love to work out and I dress with suitable
androgyny. We did have additional surgery for my feet about six years ago so
that I can wear both woman’s loafers and mules or clogs a(a woman’s size
eight) which is okay for some one 5’10. Yes, I wear thongs and panties,
sometimes boxers for casual shorts. When we go out for dinners I’m more into
slacks. At home I wear my tights with a loose shirt and clogs. Sometimes a bit
of makeup . I keep my fingernails short but they are well manicured. Our toes
we do together Which is a blast.

She had taken on a few lovers which we shared. sometimes male, sometimes
female, a couple of shemales too. Yes I do swallow. It’s not that weird after
losing interest I’m not really a man now anyway. But yes, I am skilled for
both. I mostly hold her, which is what I crave.. Once in a while when she
wants just me we will go through the injection process but I’m not as into it
anymore. Let he have some fun with others. We have such a pretty house and she
is such a good provider. I would truly recommend this life to all.

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Brett's UN-Lucky Jock Part 1

Summary: the big man on campus gets taught a lasting lesson

` Tanya sat down in her highschool gymnasium with a big grin on her face. It
was almost ten a.m., third period, almost showtime ! The chearleaders were
beginning their practice drills at one end of the small gym while the football
players had weight trainning at the other. The jocks were walking in from the
locker-room at a leisurely pace. She could hardly wait !!! REVENGE was almost
hers. So she sat patiently waiting for Brett to saunter in while thinking of
her one and only date with the infamous Big-Brett. `

She had been so excited, imagine, the "new-kid" freshmen asked out by the
captain of the football AND baseball team. The most popular guy in the whole
school had asked HER out! He had picked her up in his red mustang convertible
and taken her to one of those retro drive-in movies. She had been so nervous
sitting there next to the big athlete. Brett was by far the best looking guy
in town. He was a big, thickly muscled 18 year old, with beefy all-american
looks. He could have any girl he wanted with his sexy smile. And he knew it
too. Tanya hadn't known then but Brett had an ego to match his bulging biceps.
After the movie he had taken her to a secluded area where they could "watch
the stars". Once in the backseat, he turned into an animal. Tanya felt like
she had been swimming in muscles. At first she had been turned on by his smell
and the meaty hands all over her and the grunting. But she bagan to feel like
he was going too far. Tanya had always wanted to wait for marriage. She
certainly didn't want to lose her virginity in the back of a mustang with some
sweaty jock. When he unbuttonned the fly of his Levis he groaned a sigh of
relief. Tanya finally saw the monster that had been traped in his tight blue-
jeans. It was the biggest, fattest package she ever saw. Strainning to be
freed from his red and blue stripped jockey shorts. It must of been at least a
foot long and so wide, she had a hard time believing he wasn't smuggling a
softball in his crotch.

"Go ahead. " he said. "Touch it."

"No Brett I can't"

"Come on baby, you know you want it." He said grabbing her small arm. " All
the chicks want a piece of this." He mover her hand down to his crotch and
placed it on his thick package easily.

" Oh yeah that's it, stroke it." he said using his strength to rub her hand on
his ponderous bulge.

"No..." she protested.

"Come on, stroke my fat dick bitch." he groaned and closed his eyes, a dumb
grin on his face.

Tanya chose this moment to act. ( If I dont I might get date-raped !) she
thought . She brought her freehand down to help kneed the front of his
jockeys.

" Oh yeah, some double handed action, that's the shit I'm talkin about." Brett
was in his glory.

She had been scared. Brett was five times her sized and probably a dozen times
stronger. But she had his only weakness in the palm of hands.

"Yeah baby that's it, that's it bitch.."He let go of her captive hand then.
Convinced that she could no longer resist Bi-Brett.

She waited till he was real comfortable, his head rolling around on his huge
shoulders moaning and groaning. He was obviously enjoying her small handywork,
let's see if he likes this technique...

"Oh yeah, work my big knob bitch, oh yeah ,oH YEAEEEEOOOOOWWW!!!"

With all her might Tanya had taken firm hold of Brett's big dick with one had
and his big balls with the other and twisted not once, but twice as if ringing
out a towel.

"OH FUCK, MY JOCK !" He yelped in a high feminine pitch. His face turning a
shade of deep purple, holding his groin with both hands like he held his
football.

Tanya jumped out of the car then and ran.

"You Bitch ! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS !!!" He screamed into the night.

Tanya had laughed all the way home picturing Big Brett nursing his big abused
tool. But she hadn't laughed that next monday back at school. Brett had told
everybody that he hadn't wanted to bed the new girl because she had horrible
gennital warts. She was hummiliated. Nobody would believe her word over
captain JOCK-USA. Nobody had questioned that Brett's labored walk had been a
reslult of " a way intense workout!" She boiled for revenge. But what could
she do??? Then she thought of her grandmother. Her grandmother who's hand at
magic was pretty good her dad had always said. So she went to her.

Entering the stuffy old victorian, Tanya just KNEW her grandmother was going
to find a proper revenge for Big Brett.

"What can I do for you sweetie??" the ancient lady asked.

"Grandmother, I want... um..." Tanya began.

"Revenge??" the old lady finnished.

"Yes." she said smilling.

"Death???" croaked the old woman.

"No nothing like that. More like excrutiating embarassment. PUBLIC
embarrassment."

"I assume this is a boy, eh??she asked.

"You would assume right."

"Were his crimes of a, sexual nature?? she asked.

"Um, yeah, actually."

"Well tell me about him this boy, what type is he, um , what does he do?" she
asked

"Besides womanizing and ruinning girls reputations? He's a big musclebound
jerk with a huge.. um "

"Ego??" finnished her grandmother smilling.

"Yeah, as for what he does, well, he's a super-jock. He plays football and
baseball, and he wrestles and he lifts weights like there's no tomorrow."

"Ah, I have the perfect thing for a physical man with an over-inflated, um,
ego." she laughed and left the room. When she returned she had a small glass
bottle with a creamy white substance within.

"Here you go miss-missy." she said dropping the bottle in the palm of Tanya
hands. "This is perfect for your MACHO-MAN."

"What does it do grandma?"

"You must find a way to spread this onto his gennitals Tanya." she said and
then smiled. "Male sweat activates it deary.."

"But what does it do??" Tanya asked.

"Oh miss-missy you'll love it. It turns Big-Big boys..." she said making a
space between her two open palms about a foot wide. "into microscopic boys."
she finnished pulling out a magnifying glass from her pocket...

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The Cock-eating Championships

Summary: Women go wild at the Championships

` Picture the scene: `

It’s the height of Spring and the sun is out with a fresh sea breeze blowing
in from the coast.

It’s the national holiday – 30 year’s since Female Domination was ratified.

A carnival atmosphere pervades and the 13th Season of Cock-eating has been
reduced to the last 20 competitors after 26 weeks of competition.

The carnival hands are preparing for the contest. Six hundred prime 18-year
old bucks are being harnessed into 20 columns – one column of 30 for each
contestant.

These are fine young men specially selected for the quality of their cocks.

Ten inches, tender and thick are the cocks chosen. Fifteen black men and
fifteen white men in each alternating.

The time has approached:

A huge crowd fills the stands.

Bets have been placed and a 21-year-old woman from Baton Rouge named Valerie
is the favourite.

She has a season average of 28.66 cocks per round completely devoured
(considered clean) testes and all.

There is no time limit. If a contestant vomits she is disqualified. Whomever
devours the most cocks clean, testes and all, is declared the winner.

The 20 women are in position in front of their bucks.

The siren sounds and they commence.

Valerie has a white cock first up. She sinks her teeth into the glans and with
powerful teeth and jaws for which she is revered severs the cockhead and
commences to chew and devour it. The buck is obviously distressed but cannot
move an inch in his harness. The foreskin is chewy but she makes short work of
it. It’s a bloody business.

She next bites off a testicle. She prefers the taste of the penis,
particularly the cockhead, however she does not consider the gonad
disagreeable.

‘Slow and steady wins the race’ is her credo.

It takes her four minutes to complete the testes and she now concentrates on
the shaft, biting and chewing, biting and chewing – this buck is a sweet one.
Not bad for starters. He is unconscious but not dead. She considers him while
she eats one of the sweetest tasting cocks she can remember. This bodes well
she thinks.

Twenty five minutes passes and all of the girls are at work on their sixth
buck – black men. Black men taste different to white men – more savoury like
bacon whereas whites taste like pork.

Jill is considered Valerie’s main threat. She is noted for her wild thrashing
style – they say she doesn’t have the same strength as Valerie. She tears and
rips and makes more use of her molars to bite off the manmeat effectively.

Another twenty five minutes and the pace is steady. Most of the girls
including Valerie and Jill are on their twelfth buck. No water is permitted to
lubricate their mouths and throats so they resort to milking a buck or two
throughout the contest – which slows them down but time is not a factor.

At the hour and a half mark the field has been reduced by two due to vomiting.
The women in the stands are frenzied and the poor hot dog boys have all been
castrated orally by overzealous fans. The grounds in front of the stalls are
also littered with penises and testes thrown from the stands.

A group of women have cornered a couple of males and are attempting to pull
their dicks off with their bare hands – one has succeeded.

And the milking stalls and glory holes at the back of the stands are doing a
roaring trade. When women assemble in groups like this it pays not to have a
penis.

The penis crushing stalls are also popular. There are dozens of women
attempting to grind cocks into paste with stiletto heels or thick-soled boots
favoured by the militants. An attendant must scrape up the ‘penis paste’ left
by these women with a spatula.

The militants are out in full regalia bearing their many trophies on their
belts – they only keep their largest phalluses - the rest are tossed to the
pigs. One of these women proudly displays a penis the size of which would
rival the trunk of a young elephant.

After two hours Valerie is in trouble and in danger of being disqualified
should she barf. On her twenty sixth buck with only four other competitors
remaining she has decided to milk this male. But he is stressed and she is
finding it difficult. She must summon all her self control and will power to
prevent from vomiting. Finally some cum and then a little more. She pumps him
with her hand and raises his gonads up and forward trying to make him
ejaculate. Then suddenly, god sent, ‘nectar of the gods’ she thinks and laps
up every single ounce, rolling it on her tongue and gargling it in the back of
her throat. ‘Thankyou, God!’ she whispers under her breath. Never has cum
tasted so sweet to her. She sinks her teeth into this black man’s glans and
the contest is renewed.

After twenty eight bucks it’s just Valerie and Jill. But Jill’s jaw is very
tired and cramping. She is struggling to tear the manmeat even though it is
tender. She soldier’s on and amazingly after close to three hours both have
completed their thirty allotted bucks.

It comes down to the cleanest.

The judges inspect the bucks – Valerie’s first. Very little left – she’s
‘clean’. Then Jill’s. She has done an outstanding job on her first twenty five
however, the last five resemble a ‘dog’s dinner’. Her jaw tiring she had been
unable to clean up their entire organs.

Valerie is declared the winner and immediately a riotous celebration breaks
out. Women race through the streets destroying penises and testes of any male
within the vicinity. Old men, young men, boys – no male is safe.

One young lady with a knife has collected forty seven severed cocks and
proudly displays them in the gutter lined up in a row. She is distraught
though because in her tardiness she has only eighty nine gonads. In disgust
she begins to mash the dismembered organs into paste and spends the next hour
assiduously doing so – finally using the paste to do skids from a run-up.

Valerie is the champion! To celebrate she busts some balls – delighting in
each ‘pop’. This has been a great day for womankind. The streets are littered
with manmeat. And the women’s bellies are full of it too!

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Sally: A little flashback  -  part 8

Summary: While waiting for he Clitoridectomist License, Sally got some flashback about how she became so interested in circumcision and clitoridectomy

I submit my records to Dr.Z. It’s 109 clits !!! Amazing. Dr.Z smiled to me and
tells me I will get my Clitoridectomist License in a couple weeks. It needs to
be approved by the National Board of Medical Practitioners first.

Back to my apartment. A little tired after all that clit cutting. I sit on my
bed and taking a good look at my latest collection. It’s Maya’s clit in a
specimen jar. Nice, round, and pink. I wonder how’s she’s doing. Her wounds
should heal anytime soon. I should give her a call. Then my first collection.
It’s Sylvie’s clit. She lost a bet to her friend, Gina. I wonder what they
were betting. I hope it was not a stupid bet over a guy who turns out to be a
jerk.

Then it’s Jelita’s clit ring. Maybe it’s cursed, and whoever wears it will end
up getting her clit removed. I’d love to pierce Donna’s clit with it. That
bitch stole my boyfriend. Then I look inside my drawer. There’s a book by Dr.
Isaac Baker Brown, an English doctor who advocated clitoridectomy in the
1860s. Then he was expelled from the medical community in disgrace, then more
than a century later, it’s popular again. Funny how life goes. Next to it is a
dusty little jar which has been there for a while.

That brings back a lot of memory.

Back in the last year of high school I dated this Asian exchange student named
Ming. He was nice and handsome, I liked him a lot. When we first made out, I
found out that he was not circumcised. I wasn’t happy about it. His cock was
ugly and it looked like an elephant trunk. But I was not about to dump a good
guy over a piece of unwanted skin. So every time we made out, I pulled back
his foreskin ( yuck !!) cleaned it and then caressed his exposed glans, while
telling him how much nicer it will be if the cock head is exposed without the
ugly foreskin. Finally, just after his 18th birthday, I convinced him to get
circumcised. I took him to a doctor and took care of him until the wounds
heals. We eventually broke up and he went back to his home country, but he
never regret to have been circumcised.

That dusty glass jar has Ming’s preserved foreskin in it. That’s how I began
getting interested in circumcision. Then I began my nurse’s training and
eventually I worked for a circumcision clinic.

On the female side, it’s a different story. Back when I was 19, I had this
nice roommate. Her name is Jameela. She’s from Egypt. She had the most amazing
smooth olive skin and the most beautiful pair of breasts and the most amazing
pair of big beautiful eyes. Her body is curvy and just thick enough, not too
thin and not too thick.

We shared everything. We talk about clothes, family, and of course, guys. One
night we were looking at some magazine and there was this ad about clit
piercing. It’s buy 1 get 2. Then I wildly thought about getting both our clits
pierced for the price of one.

Sally: “Hey check this out. It’s 2 for 1 clit piercing”

Jameela: “Really ?? cool”

Sally: “Let’s get our clits pierced. It’s gonna be hot !”

Jameela: “No, sorry I can’t”

Sally: ”Oh c’mon, you big beautiful chicken. It’s just like your belly button
piercing, only a bit lower”

Jameela smiled and got her pretty face close to mine. The she whispers, “Can
you keep a little secret ?” I nodded in curiousity.

Jameela :”I don’t have a clit”

Sally: “You don’t have what …..?”

Jameela: “You heard me. I don’t have a clitoris”

Sally: “How come ??”

Jameela: “Ehmm, in Egypt, all women are circumcised. It means the clit is
removed. Usually before marriage.”

It sounded strange to my ears, but I remember I got turned on so hard by what
she said. My heart was racing fast and I could feel some tingling and wet
sensation between my legs. But I tried to hide it..

Sally: “wow…did it hurt”

Jameela: “ Sure it hurts like hell. But after the medicine it felt better….”

Sally: “This…I have to see..”

Then I jumped at her in excitement and practically got her naked by force. She
could have sued me for attempted rape. When I finally got her naked, I saw
this amazing hairless pussy. Then she opened up her legs and there it was.
She’s clitless. The only visible sign of the presence of a clitoris is just a
tiny fine scar.

I touched her scar to see her reaction. She certainly felt some tingle, but
she remained calm. I wonder what’s the effect of being clitless.

Sally: “So, how does it feel if I touch you there ?”

Jameela: “Still a bit tingle but not much. However, once the clit is gone, the
G-spot and nipples become super sensitive. I could go to heaven just on a
light touch on my nipples, and the touch on my G-spot…oohhhhh………it’s amazing”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled down my pants and panties. I could see my
panties was wet and I could feel my clit throbbing in excitement.

Sally: “Jameela, please, cut my clit. I want to be like you”

Jameela: “Are you sure ???”

I handed her the nail clipper from my manicure set. She placed the blades
around my erect clitoris. Just one snap and I’ll be clitless. She looked
confused and hesitated.

Jameela: “I can’t. I don’t know what to do…..I don’t want you to bleed to
death”

She finally put the nail clipper back before anything was cut.

That night I almost became clitless :)

TO BE CONTINUED

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Consequences of a Card Game (translation from the German by memberno)

Summary: A card game has unexpected consequences.

I got along really well with my neighbor, who is a real beauty. Occasionally,
she and I would invite each other to dinner. One Friday evening during the
card game afterwards, she suggested that whoever lost the next game would be
the other's slave. I found this a bit strange, but didn't want to spoil the
game. So, I agreed. I won the first game. Afterwards I had her wait on me a
bit. On Saturday she had to do my shopping and clean my apartment. But, we
still ate together. On Sunday morning after a good night's sleep and a fine
brunch I freed her. Then we went on a long walk. Next Friday, we were together
again and she wanted to do the same thing again and I again didn't want to
refuse her wishes. I won again and the weekend passed exactly the same as
before. So it went for two months, but one Friday evening she won. She had me
wait on her and at bed time she took me down into the cellar and chained me
up. The next morning she came down into the cellar and had me sign some
papers, after which she set up a grating and started a large fire. I was quite
surprised. She fastened me to the grate, cut my hair, and whipped me
thoroughly. Afterwards she silently snipped off my genitals. She put me in
chains and branded me as her slave. Then I swore an oath of slavery to her and
thanked her. I was highly perplexed, but it was a very lovely ceremony.

With that I was her slave and not just for the weekend, but forever. The
papers signed all my property over to her. My apartment was no longer needed
and was turned over. I had become her property.

After two weeks she spoke to me one evening, saying that she thought I would
have resisted, but it seemed OK with me that everything went so simply. After
getting her permission to speak, I replied that I was already her slave then.
She had just made everything clear to me, which was much better.

I look forward to your feedback.

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Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 62

Summary: Matthew learns the secret of mind control.

Chapter 62

Matthew rushed over to the chair, and felt in Lukas’ jeans. No phone. And the
circle of blood was spreading wider, soaking the carpet. A lot of blood.

Matthew stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

And then he ran. He ran out of the music room, and through the workroom, and
ran up the hall stairs. He tripped, because the light was out. His foot slid
backwards, and he landed on his knee. Fell onto his chest. And slid backwards.
He pushed himself up. Got his footing, and dragged himself up with the
banister.

He rushed into the kitchen, not thinking about McCady, thinking only of the
house phone, in the hall, but she was there.

She looked up. And dropped the pan that she was holding. It clattered onto the
floor.

Matthew stopped.

She staggered back a little. Tried to take Matthew in. Tried to take in the
blood, and the expression on Matthew’s face.

‘But what’s happened!’

‘Call an ambulance,’ Matthew said.

She didn’t move.

‘It’s Lukas. He’s hurt himself. He’s cut himself.’

She stood stock still for a moment, and then she started to move.

‘Tell them to stop out the front. I’ll carry him up to the gate. He’s bleeding
really bad.’

Matthew rushed out to the hall again, and ran down the stairs. He had known he
would have to phone an ambulance. He knew that. Why hadn’t he gotten his
phone? Why hadn’t he thought about it?

He ran through the workroom and into the music room. Lukas was just as he had
left him, though he wasn’t pissing or shitting anymore. Between his legs,
there was a feeble pulse of blood. A regular little geyser, pulsing with every
beat of Lukas’ heart.

Matthew stared for a moment.

And then he looked around him. There was blood everywhere. All over the walls.
On the carpet. On the piano keys.

Lukas looked as though he had bathed in it.

But he wasn’t moving.

Matthew rushed forward and picked him up.

He stank.

The smell of shit.

Matthew jiggled him, tried to rouse him, and Lukas came to a little.

‘You did it yourself,’ Matthew said, as he was carrying him out of the room.
‘You have to say that. You have to say you did it yourself.’

Lukas looked at him, though his eyes were unfocussed.

‘You understand me, Lukey? You have to say that it was your idea, and that you
did it yourself. You flushed it down the john. Have you got that?’

Lukas closed his eyes, and his head fell to one side.

Matthew carried him up the stairs and opened the door into the garage. He
struggled to get Lukas through it, and then he hit the switch for the roller
door.

Already, in the far distance, he could hear the siren of the ambulance.

The roller door clattered up and revealed a day dark with rain. Heavy grey
clouds hung above the trees, and there was a torrent of water falling.

Matthew ducked under the door and walked out into it, feeling the cold water
like needles on his skin.

He started to trot, trotting around the side of the house, but he lost his
footing on the muddy drive, and fell. He hit the ground sideways, and Lukas
landed on his back.

Matthew picked himself up, and bent to pick Lukas up again, watching the way
the water washed the blood from Lukas’ perfect skin as Matthew found the
entrance to the path, which was the quickest way to the gates. He started to
trot, trotting up the path, and feeling leaves and branches flick past him.

He was drenched, his clothes were soaked, his hair was soaked, and his shoes
were soaked, before he had made it halfway up the path, and Lukas was heavy.

He could hear the siren now, louder, though it seemed to come in bursts
through the rain. It was a long way away. He could tell that. And he slowed
his pace to walking.

Lukas was heavy, but he was clean now. His blond hair wet, his face and chest
and stomach splashed with drops and running with rivulets of water. His head
was turned to one side, against Matthew’s shoulder, like he was a child
sleeping, but he was unconscious. Matthew knew that.

Matthew looked at the space between Lukas’ legs. It looked clean now. It
didn’t matter that Lukas was naked. There was nothing to cover. Nothing but a
bloody spot, a circle, where his cock had been, though the blood was still
pulsing there.

But it would be okay, once they had fixed it. Lukas wouldn’t die. He wouldn’t
die of blood loss. At least, Matthew hoped so.

He looked at Lukas’ face. He looked pretty pale. In fact, he looked paler than
he ever had.

His body was turning white.

When Matthew reached the gate, he had to put Lukas onto the ground. The iron
handle was too hard to turn, and he couldn’t manage it while he was holding
Lukas.

He put Lukas on the side of the path, on the grass, not wanting to put him on
the gravel. Lukas’ knees fell apart, the rain running down the insides of his
thighs, washing the place clean. Matthew opened the gate, and picked Lukas up
again, carrying him through it and onto the street.

He walked across the verge and stood on the tarmac. The ambulance was close
now, only two or three streets away.

Matthew stood in the rain. Waiting. Lukas naked in his arms.

On the other side of the street, the gates of the neighbour’s house opened
automatically, followed by the appearance of a classy old Jensen. The woman
driving it paused, looked at Matthew holding Lukas, naked, and bleeding, and
then she drove on.

The ambulance appeared from the other end of the street, lurching around the
curve, lights flashing and siren blaring.

The driver killed the siren and drove past Matthew, pulling up so that he was
at the rear of the van.

A door opened at the side, and the medic appeared, shouting in the rain, and
with the lights still flashing.

‘What happened to him?’ he said, opening the rear doors.

Matthew swallowed. He felt like he was going to cry.

‘He cut his penis off.’

The medic simply pulled the stretcher out.

‘Have you got it?’ he said.

He was taking Lukas from Matthew, and putting him on the stretcher, and
pushing him into the van, all in one movement.

Matthew shook his head. ‘I don’t know what he did with it.’

He saw McCady emerge from the main gates, holding an umbrella.

‘Are you coming?’ the medic said.

Matthew nodded.

He got into the van. The doors were closed. The siren was on and they were
moving. It had taken less than a minute.

The medic ripped a huge cotton gauze out of somewhere and placed it over
Lukas’ groin. He pressed down hard, with both hands.

‘You think you can do this?’ he said to Matthew.

Matthew nodded, and they swapped positions.

‘You know his blood type?’

Matthew shook his head.

The guy was taking Lukas’ pulse, and then he was pricking his finger. Testing
his blood.

He was sticking something into Lukas’ wrist, and a moment later, there was a
bag of blood, flowing into Lukas’ veins.

The guy peeled Lukas’ eyes back and shone a torch into them.

‘Has he taken something?’

‘I don’t know.’ Matthew swallowed. ‘He might have.’

The guy moved sideways, and sat on a seat in front of the computer. He was
typing something.

‘Is there someone back at the house?’ he said.

Matthew nodded.

‘Where did you find him?’

‘In his workroom.’

‘Workroom?’

Matthew nodded.

The guy was on the phone now. Waiting. Listening.

Matthew didn’t understand how he could be doing so many things so quickly.

‘We’ve got a 407 on Lakeview Drive. The address is number 18. We need police
assistance. A teenage boy has cut his member off. We need an immediate search
of the house and surrounds.’

He listened.

‘Yes, that’s right. His penis.’

He listened again.

‘His older brother says he was in his workroom. Where is that?’ he said to
Matthew.

Matthew was pressing hard on Lukas’ groin. ‘It’s downstairs. In the basement.’

Matthew started crying. Tears started rolling down his face, but the guy
ignored him.

‘Here,’ he said. ‘I’ll do that.’

Matthew moved sideways and sat in the seat. He put his head in his hands, and
cried, knowing, while he was crying, that he could feel the soft lump of
Lukas’ penis in his pocket, pressed up against the inside of his thigh.

A moment later, they were at the hospital.

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Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence


Metal Member

` In junior year of college I started dating Kate from my dynamics class. We
were both mechanical engineering students, and had a lot in common. Coming
from similar-sized small bible-belt towns in Tennessee, we were both eager to
forge ahead with a physical relationship and abandon any celibacy instilled in
us. `

After our fourth or fifth date we drove back to my apartment outside of
Nashville, and I initiated with the foreplay. She became aroused and started
removing her clothing piece by piece. I knew that my roommate was out of town
for the weekend, so I quickly cast away all inhibitions. At this point, she
was fully naked and looked stunning, her blond hair flowing over her breasts
and tanned skin glowing under the incedescent overhead kitchen lights. I
picked her up and placed her atop the counter, and commenced with a long
session of spectacular sex.

As we finished, she quickly elbowed me in the jaw. While I was stunned, she
grabbed the butcher knife from the utensil drawer, and with one fell swoop,
severed my penis. The pain was unbearable, and blood started flowing
everywhere. I remember screaming, looking up at her in utter panic, and then
passing out.

I came to in my bedroom, and my arms were bound to the bedposts. The bleeding
had stopped, and my wound was covered in bandages. I screamed through the
ducktape in my mouth. I could tell that I was on some powerful drug..most
likely a painkiller. She walked in, accompanied by two other women in lab
coats. A cart was wheeled in.

"Hello, Simon...I can only imagine your shock." she said. "I am going to
explain to you what is going on. As you know, I am trying to get the best
grade possible in dynamics...This is Tawney, an electrical engineering
student, and Michelle...a pre-med student. We are going to rebuild your
anatomy in a wonderful marraige of engineering and medicine. I can probably
get a huge grant because of this research." She pulled out a circuit diagram.
"This is the circuitry which will provide for a mechanical response in the new
member through neurological impulses." She then held up a long, metallic
cylinder tapered at one end. "This is the new member...actually expands and
contracts in a telescope-style method. It is made of carbon fiber, so it is
lightweight but strong. You have lost all ability to reproduce, but we are not
concerned about that aspect..,and you will be able to urinate as if it were a
normal penis."

I was given an injection of anesthetic, and quickly went under. When I awoke
their were several wires and a clear plastic tube spewing from the hole
between my legs, which was now clean.

"I thought you might like to be awake for installation." She said, and
Michelle walked over to the bed. I noticed a aluminum flexible piece of metal
was underneath the skin of the wound, and the wires were strung through a
small opening in the plate. The new penis was disjointed and the base part was
soldered into place, and the wires and tube were strung through. The second
"tier" of the cylinder was placed within the base, with a lightweight sliding
rack system in keeping them together. a miniature motor connected the sliding
rack and completed by a wire was also installed. Upon completion, their were
three different sections, the last one tapered at the end to simulate the
shape of the penis. I also noticed that the base was hinged so that it would
the sections would fold inward and down. I guestimated the range to be between
3.5 inches at "soft" and 9 inches at "hard".

I was put back to sleep and Michelle grafted the top of the nutsack, now sewn
together, to the metal member.

"Now Simon, the electrical device is powered by a solar cell, so if you plan
on using this thing, the lights will have to be on. Also, you will be able to
ejaculate, but because of the trauma to your 'pipes' reproduction is an
impossibility. You will feel something though, as those wires carry electrical
impulses which will hit nerve endings and and cause faux-"excitement". She
removed the tape from my mouth.

"Why did you do this to me?!" I screamed. "You'll never get away with this." I
was extremely upset, but also amazed at the replacement. It didn't hurt-yet.
The mechanical aspect looked flawless, and though the electrical end was
untested, I was sure it would work. I never really wanted to have kids anyway.

"I beg to differ. I am going to use this to get into Harvard's bioengineering
program. I used robotics, neurology, and mechanics to regenerate, in a sense,
a body part. In exchange, you are going to be in high demand because all the
Vanderbilt chicks are going to want to screw the guy with a nine inch metal
member. And if you do go to the police, I know Tawney and Michelle will back
up my story: you got drunk, tried to rape me, and in the process of chasing me
around the house with a knife, you tripped and accidentally...well...'lost
it'. Agreed."

I was quite impressed, and saw the upside to this new device. "Agreed", I
said. My remaining years at Vanderbilt were actually quite good, and I did get
plenty of sexual action because of the novelty of Robodick (my pet name for
it). Kate came home and did some enhancements on her pet project, and I was
quite happy with it.

* * *


Sealed with a Kiss My Ass

Summary: She dreams.  He screams.

Hannah lives to make balls die. His, theirs, and yours.

·

She’s on a special diet. And you’re it.

Skewers are on her skewed mind. Skewed in your direction. In the direction of
hard cocks pointed from you to you-know-who. A final hand job from Hannah, and
your dynamic duo and your man-bat will be in the death grip of the culinary
artist.

Eve needed one of your ribs. Hannah, however, has lowered _her_ sights, and
her dominate hunger will only be satiated with what’s between your legs.

·

She dreams. He screams.

Consider it a correction of nature. After Apple Snapple (paid advertisement),
came the Creation of Man. Man, the first rough draft of humankind, raw
prototypes with venomous genital serpents.

After wind-tunnel testing, it became clear that the cock-ball concept just
wouldn’t do.

Learning from the macho mistake, women came forth in streamlined perfection.
With a choice between Venus or Penis, the clear winner is always the tit, tit
and clit – and that’s it.

·

Tonight she has a date with eight. Eight couples. Eight supple wives to un-
couple eight stupid husbands. Husbands, Hus- _bands_ with green elastrator
bands already in place.

Chop, chop. Two final steps in the savory recipe called, “Barbeque You.” With
cut-by-number instructions from eunuch dot org, especially in _Glans Removal_
__ and in the illustrated new play-by-play, _The Commission_ , phallic
decommissioning will be easy – and delicious.

·

The charcoal grills are glowing. The erections are growing.

Hannah’s skewers are ready. The beautifully bare-assed wives are steady.
Ready, set, kiss and cut. Meet your meat. Then onto the spit: nut, cock, nut
is the symmetric arrangement preferred for the gourmet fillet.

·

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

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Slaves of the Dynasty, part one

Summary: Basically, I\'ve had these thoughts in my head and decided to justtype them up. This is the first of x chapters in which CaptainCedric is stripped of his sword in exchange for shackles. He may bestripped of something else, but if he isn\'t he\'ll at least wish hewas. Please let me know if you would like to see more of him. Thx!

` Do you know what the worst part of it was? The rice. Breakfast, dinner, and
the rare, but much appreciated, lunch, consisted of rice. That all ended with
my training…but then I’m getting ahead of myself. I remember one morning,
after finishing my meal, I peered over to my trainer. His name was once
Lucius, but his owner had renamed him _hung_. Slave names aren’t normally
capitalized, so I’ll write them a little differently to keep it from confusing
you. I’ll not be risking a whip just in the interest of being grammatically
correct! *Ahem* As I was saying, _hung_ was a rather quiet man. When he
scolded his charges it was because he truly did care, both about them and
their soon-to-be mistresses. `

Keep that in mind for later, but now I think I should tell a little about
myself. My name is _yoshi_. Once upon a time, though, I was known as Cedric,
Man-at-arms in service to Lord Caribold of Sarria, in the eastern reaches of
the Hesperian Kingdom. Sarria is a beautiful land, and I miss it dearly. To
the east lie the Morvale Mountains, and past those is where I now find myself
a slave. Kaora Chiasa is Empress of these lands, and men who are not born here
have little reason for hope. Those men who are raised here are little more
than second-class citizens, but there is still one thing they are allowed that
we are not. They are still slaves, bought and sold. They still wear the
“choker” as it is affectionately called, a metal tube that keeps the male
organ from erecting…with a little help from a piercing. But most importantly,
besides fighting for the empire, the women take these men as lovers, and that
is the greatest motivation for any soldier. Conquered slaves are taken as
well, especially those who would produce strong sons, but…let’s just say that
they can only do it once. One final note before I conclude the history lesson:
all women of this world are capable of wielding magic, from these of the
Chiasan Dynasty to the near-barbaric amazons of the northlands to the foul
necromancers of Hrolandia. Strange how we know very little of this as free men
and more as slaves, but they are all expanding ever closer to the Kingdom, and
I fear that soon this magic will prove far more powerful than our steel.

My story gets interesting a fortnight ago. My men and I had cut down a Chiasan
scouting party the night before. Their mounted bowman are quite formidable,
but within the forests at the bottom of the mountain pass they had little
maneuverability, and my rangers were excellent at navigating the woodlands.
This was not the first time we had seen these strange warriors from beyond the
range, but these were in the process of crafting maps, including some of the
fortifications around the town of Tandrel. Access to that lake, and the river
that it fed, would be disastrous to the Kingdom. The next morning my lord
ordered me to take twenty men and reconnoiter their side of the mountains.

From the highest point of the mountain pass we could see vast, lush jungles
and steppes. We descended into a humid, uncomfortable climate. Insects buzzed
by our ears and Mikal, one of my rangers, had difficulty reading the terrain.
A path was there, but how any being could follow it through the fauna was
mind-boggling.

The path opened up into a clearing just before dusk, and there we decided to
make camp. It was then that their trap was sprung. Nearly two dozen warriors
charged out of the brush. They were covered in a strange and demonic looking
armor made of metal and wood with grotesque masks hiding their faces. Their
alien weapons were long and curved with a blade that could cut the head off of
a pole arm. My three rangers hadn’t the time to draw their longbows, and had
to rely on their broadswords instead. I met what appeared to be their captain
in battle, my zweihander almost a head taller than my assailant. His armor was
painted differently, with intricate symbols, the likes of which adorned his
blade as well. His strikes were swift and well placed, but my six-foot sword
was invaluable in parrying his blows. My men were no conscripts, and were
capable fighters, but these demons brought the battle to a feverish pitch.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a woman standing just outside the brush
whom I hadn’t noticed before. She seemed out of place amidst the humidity and
grime of this jungle. She was small of stature, standing at perhaps five and
one quarter feet. A long, white red-trimmed robe flowed down her petite form.
Two sticks were placed in her hair to form a bun. Her face looked to be one of
innocence, yet her stance was commanding. Without warning she lifted her arms
perpendicular to her body, with the fingers on those silk-like hands arched
towards the heavens. Her harmonious voice escaped for six brief seconds.
Though unintelligible to me at the time, it still sounded better than anything
I had ever heard from Beorn, the most renowned bard in the Hesperian Kingdom.
At the moment her chant had ceased four of my footmen collapsed to the ground
in a deep, uninterruptible slumber.

My shock would cost me as the warrior in front of me drew his blade across my
chest. I would have chuckled at the idea of that metal cutting through my
plate, but that blade contained something far more sinister than just steel.
The wound was neither long nor deep, but I was wracked by pain with every
quick movement. I heard a cry to my left and looked to see Mikal, clutching
his side. Two more had already fallen to wounds, and we were down to but
fourteen weary, and in most cases damaged, men. That voice began to cry out
once more, and though I did not want it to stop, our lives may soon be
forfeit. To save my men I did the unthinkable. I called out for surrender. Our
swords fell to the ground, and we then fell to our knees.

That beautiful singing stopped abruptly, and its singer looked suprised that I
should do such a thing. The lady produced a vial of a strange purple liquid
and handed it to their captain. It was mixed with water and then given to us
to drink. It tasted foul and thick. Fear took hold of me as my thoughts turned
towards the irrational. Poison? Hardly practical considering the
circumstances. Some sort of drug? Again, this wasn’t the place for it.
Suddenly the captain began speaking to us. Naturally I hadn’t a clue as to
what he was saying, but he kept repeating the same phrase over and over again.
After two minutes of this a sharp pain struck the back of my head. I felt
feverish for another minute or so as the potion permeated through my brain. My
comrades were obviously in the same state of distress.

“Rejuond ig jou yhderghand ne,” the captain uttered again.

“Respynd if you yndershtant me,” almost sounded sensical.

Finally he spoke “Respond if you understand me.”

“I can hear you,” I said, not too happy with the powerful magic that had just
changed me.

“I hear you as well,” said Ritter, another of my rangers. He hastily added,
“Please, let me tend to my friends. At least allow me to bind their wounds.”

The captain struck him with the back of his hand “Your last statement was a
command. That will not be tolerated!”

“Your forgiveness, please….” It was fortunate that their understanding of our
language did not allow for sarcasm. “Sir, please allow me to tend to my
comrades."

The captain hesitated for a brief second, and then looked upon the lady. A nod
of approval made me think that these were a somewhat compassionate and
merciful people. I would soon learn why I was mistaken.

Ritter ran to Mikal first. His wound was the worst, being a deep slash to the
side of his mid-torso. Medical attention was needed soon to keep the man
alive. Ritter’s bandages and herbs would help slow the bleeding and prevent
infection, but I feared it would not be enough. The lady saw depression drawn
on my face, and she elegantly glided towards my side.

“Do not worry, westerner. We will be leaving for a town that borders the
jungle soon. We should reach it by midnight.”

“Will he be alright?” I asked.

The captain began the motion to strike me, but the lady, who was certainly not
as frail as she appeared, quickly beat him to the punch. Her delicate hand
struck me into submission.

“You do not speak unless directed to do so. I am Mistress Makoto, and when I
do instruct you to respond you will address me with my title. Do you
understand?”

“Yes…Mistress.” The words did not sit well with me.

“Your comrades will be healed. The Chiasan Dynasty does not like to share its
property with the Goddess of death, fool.”

The word stung like a scorpion. Property? Uh oh.

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Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence


Ryan Gets Bit

Summary: Ryan Gets Bit (originally posted in discussion forum)

Linda and Wendy had been friends for a long time. They had shared
some important experiences together, and some secrets. Once, they
had talked late into the night and had revealed their secret
fantasies to each other. They were surprised and even a little
embarrased to learn that they both were excited by the idea of
biting a guy's penis.
Now, they would get the chance to actually do it.
The director of the agency informed them that a much feared enemy
agent, Ryan, was in town and needed to be taken out of action. Ryan
was known as very sexually active, and the director was confident
that Linda and Wendy could handle him. He was staying at a fancy
downtown hotel.
The women dressed in their most comfortable summer dresses and
heels, casual with just the right touch of elegance, and moved
through the hotel lobby. Wendy waited by the elevators while Linda
picked an easy chair near the registration desk.
Ryan entered the hotel.
They recognized him right away. Linda casually got up from the
chair and followed Ryan. When he finally headed to the elevators,
Linda watched as Wendy turned and pushed the "up" button. The
elevator ariived and they entered just as Ryan did. He noticed
them - how could he not! - but only to imagine their bodies under
their clothes. Linda quickly pushed the button for the top floor
and the doors closed.
Wendy stood with her legs slightly apart, back pressed against the
buttons.
Halfway up, Wendy silently jammed the stall button.
"What happened?" asked Linda, acting surprised.
"I don't know" said Wendy. "I'm scared!"
"Oh, not to worry, ladies." said Ryan, being gallant. "I'm sure
we'll be rescued soon." He became more aware of how attractive they
were.
"Oh, thank goodness" sighed Linda, and slightly pushed her body
into Ryan's back. He felt her hand rest on the side of his leg. He
also felt himself pushed into Wendy, who still had her back to the
wall.
Wendy gently touched Ryan's waist and pulled him to her. Ryan found
himself in the middle of Linda and Wendy, both gently pushing into
his body. Linda's hand was still on his leg. Wendy spread her legs
slightly more apart and let her breasts brush into his chest. She
caught his eye and smiled at him.
Ryan relaxed. Although he had already had many women in his life,
he had never done it in an elevator. He had no reason to be
suspicious, and he found the situation very exciting.
Wendy could tell. Ryan's penis was starting to get hard and she
pressed her body into his. He took the opportunity and let his hand
touch her knee. Then he slowly put his hand under her dress. His
hand caressed her thighs. Wendy spread her legs further apart,
pressing into him further and moaning ever so slightly. Linda
started rubbing his back.
Ryan's hand reached Wendy's vagina, soft and already wet under her
panties. He rubbed her, and she moaned. He softly inserted a finger
under her panties and stroked her wet vagina. Linda started to rub
his buttocks.
Oh, god this feels good." said Wendy. She stroked the outside of
his pants and felt his erection get even stronger. "Can I touch
your penis?" she asked softly, moaning as his fingers found her
clit.
Ryan gave himself to the experience.
"Yes" he said.
Wendy slowly unzipped Ryan's pants. His penis was already sticking
out through the opening in his underpants. She touched it and
marvelled at its how she could move the skin on it and see the
pleasure in Ryan's eyes. She lowered herself to her knees, face
pressed into Ryan's crotch, and took his penis in her mouth. Softly
she licked it, stroking the area right underneath the crown of his
penis with her tongue.
Ryan felt the pleasure mounting. Wendy kept his penis in her mouth,
then lightly scrapped the tip with her teeth. She looked up at him
and smiled.
Ryan relaxed even more. But just then he felt a slight stinging
feeling in his right buttuck. Linda had stuck a thin needle into
his behind, injected a heavy drug given to them by the director.
As Ryan slumped to the floor, Wendy kept her mouth on his penis.
Ryan came to rest on his back. Now both girls were on him. Wendy
reached into Ryan's underpants and lifted out his balls. Linda took
Ryan's penis in her mouth, savoring the first taste. Wendy sucked
one of Ryan's balls into her mouth, and softly pressed her teeth
into the ball.
Ryan was adrift in a sea of pleasure and pain.
Wendy loved having Ryan's balls in her mouth. She loved the chance
to bite on his balls, and started chewing harder with her teeth.
Linda kept licking Ryan's penis, then took his penis out of her
mouth. "Wendy, let's castrate him, please!" Wendy smiled. "Okay,
but I get to bite off his penis!"
"Ok" Linda agreed. They spread Ryan's legs; his penis and balls
were still sticking out of his pants. Linda took a ball in her
mouth and started biting. Wendy took the tip of Ryan's penis in her
mouth and tasted the first salty come at the top,
They decided to do it.
Linda bit down hard on Ryan's balls, and cum started to squirt into
Wendy's mouth. She loved it. As the cum spurted, Wendy pressed her
teeth very hard into the shaft of Ryan's penis and bit him. Harder
and harder. As Linda crushed his balls, Wendy gnawed and chewed on
Ryan's penis. As her mouth filled with cum, Wendy pressed very hard
with her teeth and bit off Ryan's penis!
Linda and Wendy were excited and frenzied. For another minuted they
chewed on Ryan's penis and balls, turning his genitals into their
taste treat.
"Wow", said Wendy, "That was great!"
"yes", said Linda, "but now it's time to go"
They pushed the elevator button to the next floor, savoring the
lingering taste and cum from Ryan's penis. They got off the
elevator, took a last look at Ryan slumped on the floor, and pushed
the top botton.
The door closed on their adventure, and they headed back to the
lobby...


What Valerie did

Summary: Valerie fixes her boyfriend, (a poem)

` Valerie decided to give up
`

Sucking and fucking dick.

She'd much rather have her pussy

Fingered and sucked and licked.

A vibrator or a dildo

Could easily blow her mind

So why should she have to worry

about birth control each time?

So Valerie told her boyfriend

What she'd decided to do

Mike would get no more blowjobs

and never again would they screw.

She really didnt want to lose him

She loved him with all her heart

But he had to choose between her

and his insignificant part.

Cause Valerie had decided that penis

Had no place in her life

If Mike wanted to stay with her

He'd have to go under her knife.

Mike got a month to decide,

It only took him 3 days.

He could live without a penis

But without his woman, no way.

So Valerie got what she wanted

and Mike lost what he had...

His girlfriend cut off his penis

But it really wasn't so bad.

Their sex is now more intimate,

There's no chance of him cheating.

No more birth control worries,

and no worry that he'll be leaving.

So ladies take my advice

if you don't need dick or more kids,

(and if he gives you permission)

Chop off what Valerie did.

* * *


Dickless David Wallace

GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: David Wallace meets Todd so they can cut off each other's penises, balls and sacs. They cook and eat each other's sex organs/

David Wallace knocked on the door. A hot guy answered. Todd was naked, his
dick standing at attention, his heavy balls hanging low. David looked eagerly
at Todd's sex organs, and he felt his own dick getting hard.

Todd led David into his apartment, into the kitchen, where David quickly
stripped naked. David's penis was a little shorter than Todd's 8" cock, but it
was thicker, with a huge purple head. The shaft of David's cock had beautiful
purple veins dissappearing into his shaved groin. David and Todd started
kissing, running their tongues into each other's mouths, while they each
fondled the other's cocks with one hand, and slipped a few fingers of their
other hands into the other's anus.

David groaned at the feeling he got from having Todd's fingers up his anus. He
always loved getting fucked, rimmed, and fisted. David slid down to his hands
and knees, taking Todd's hard penis into his mouth, sucking the head, then the
shaft. He moved down to lick Todd's balls. He took Todd's balls into his mouth
and pulled away, pulling the hot sperm factories away from Todd's naked body.
Then he pushed his tongue into Todd's anus, and began thrusting in and out,
fucking Todd's asshole with his tongue. Todd moaned even more, and David
resumed sucking Todd's dick. After only a few minutes, David felt Todd tense,
and his balls spasm, then David was rewarded with a torrent of Todd's hot,
tasty sperm squirting into his mouth. David swallowed every last drop, then
licked the head and shaft of Todd's penis clean.

Todd and David continued having sex, with Todd sucking David's penis, and
taking it up his asshole, and David getting to feel Todd's hot penis up his
own anus. They finished off by moving to the bathroom and peeing into each
other's mouths, drinking the pee as if it were the finest nector.

It would be the last time either boy was to pee standing up, and the last time
either would have sex with his dick and balls.

They adjurned back to the kitchen, where Todd got out a cutting board and a
frying pan. A large kitchen scissors and a paper cutter from the locak school
sat on the counter.

They decided that they would flip a coin. David would call it, and the loser
would lose one of his sex organs first. A second flip would determine whether
the winner cut off the loser's penis or balls and sac first. Then the winner
would cook his treat and eat it in front of the loser.

Then it would be the loser of the first flip who would get to cut a sex organ
off the winnner. He would cut off the winner's balls and sac if the winner had
cut off his penis, or the winner's penis if his own balls had been cut off.

Todd flipped the coin, and David called heads.

The coin came up tails, and David knew he was about to stop being male.

The next flip determined that Todd would cut off David's penis first.

After tying David's dick off at the base, and sucking it until it was at its
hardest and biggest, Todd positioned David so that David's penis was resting
on the paper cutter, with the blade hanging over his super hard penis, and
with his balls and sac hanging off the kitchen counter.

Todd brought the blad down with a quick movement, and it cut off David's penis
like it was butter. David groaned a bit, and Todd looked in wonder at David's
dickless groin, and picked up David's severd penis.

He put it on the cutting board while David watched, and sliced it down through
the center of the head and shaft. The twon halves of David's severed penis lay
on the cutting board, and Todd quickly sliced them into bite size pieces, and
threw them into the skillet along with some butter.

Within minutes, David's severed dick was frying merrily, and the aroma of
frying penis filled the air.

After only 10 minutes, Todd took David's fully cooked penis pieces off the
fire, and gingerly ate the hot mieces of meat. David watched as Todd relished
his tasty manhood.

Then it was Todd's turn to stop being male.

After tying off Todd's sac, David picked up the kitchen shears and snipped off
Todd's balls. Todd was now a eunuch, unable to make sperm. David tipped Todd's
balls out of his sac into the palm of his hand. Then he put the balls on the
cutting board, and sliced them into small slices. He chopped up Todd's scrotum
and put the testicles and scrotum into the buttered frying pan.

Within a few minutes, David was happily chewing on Todd's delicious balls and
sac.

Todd then took the scissors and snipped off David's balls and sac. David felt
a white hot main, as he completely stopped being male. They both looked in
wonder at David's bare crotch. Todd ate David's severed balls and sac raw.

Then David finished the day by cutting off Todd's penis, then cooking and
eating it.

From now on, both David Wallace and Todd would get their only remaining sexual
plesure by sucking other guy's dicks, and getting fucked up their assholes byt
other guys.

* * *


A fantasy.

My fantasy.
I find my master, male or female who revels in tormenting their hapless
slave. I sell everything save the clothes on my back and
present my self. I am stripped, shaved and given a latex maids uniform
to wear so that no part of my ugly male slave self can be seen. My
mistress
orders me to turn and lower my panties. I do so, feeling her hands
massaging my testicles. Nervous, I instinctively pull away, but a quick
tug on my
jewels holds me still. I feel something metal moving about there and I
suddenly feel and tight pain about my scrotum. I jerk away again and a
firmer tug keeps me there. My Mistress tsks sighing that I need
training as she continues to work. When she is done, she orders me to
pull up my
panties. My balls are beginning to real hurt and I look at them to see
5 dark green bands wrapped tightly about my scrotum. "Mistress?" I
ask.
"Please, what is this?" She looks at me, surprised that I don't know.
"You idiot, that is to castrate you. And how dare you talk without
permission!"
But I was still stuck on the word Castrate. My brain wrestled with the
idea. I didn't want to loose my manhood, but I have to please my
master. I
could only plead. "But it hurts." "It will stop hurting when your
balls are dead." She snaps. "For your insolence, Go down stairs and
lock yourself
in the pilary and wait for me." I do so without hesitation. I lock my
ankles into place, then rest my head and one hand into the notches, then
lower
the top half of the pilary and shove my free hand into its cradle before
the stock locks shut. I am stuck now and I know that I will not be
released
until my balls are dead from lack of blood. They already feel cold
against my skin. I bemoan my fate. In the weeks to come, my penis and
scrotum
are removed and my urethra moved so that I have a smoother appearance.
My only joy comes from servicing my mistress with my worthless
tongue.


Vampire II

` Brent comes running into his house and closes the door behind him. `

His parents are away for the weekend so he calls a friend who lives

a few doors down and invites himself over. Soon Brent is explaining

to Jeff about his run-in with the mysterious vampire.

"Whatever dude. I don't believe in that kind of shit," the 5'5"

brown haired, brown eyed boy responds. "You're so full of shit."

"Fuck you man. I swear I saw it."

"Yeah right. So wanna go down there and see your 'vampire'?"

"Fuck no! I'm not going back there."

"Go get some garlic or something if it makes you feel better. It's

not like there's anything there."

"We're going to get killed."

"Then why aren't you dead? I mean this is a vampire, right?

Vampires kill. You're not dead so it couldn't have been much of a

vampire, right?"

"Maybe it didn't wan--"

"Who cares? Go get your garlic or whatever and let's go."

"Shit." Brent leaves the room and comes back with garlic stuffed

into all of his pockets and a cross made of forks around his neck.

"What the...? Fuck, let's just go."

Michael was waiting on the top of a chimney for something, anything

to break the monotony. Then he hears something. Two boys talking.

He turns and to his amazement he sees Brent coming back into his

Territory with another teenaged human. "Stupid fuck."

"Not much of a vampire you have. I mean, why didn't it come out yet?

I mean--" Jeff's head is instantly severed from his neck and sent

hurling through the air.

"Welcome back Brent."

Brent turns and runs the way he came, his shirt being torn off by the

vampire. Michael gropes madly for a purchase on the fleeing boy and

grabs his crotch. Instantly, the teenager is reduced to a quivering

heap on the wet pavement.

"You are going to wish you never came back, boy." The vampire tears

the remaining clothes off the terrified boy. Extending his claws,

Michael watches his prey's eyes widen in fear. He grabs the boy's

helpless ball-sack in his left hand and raises his arm above his

head and brings his claws through the neck of the boy's scrotum.

Brent lets out a huge cry of agony as blood pours down his legs and

onto the cold pavement. "Well at least I won't be the only one not

having sex now."

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Kevin is a boy

Summary: I was 7 and Kevin was a boy

` I was 7 years old and as long as I can remember, I have participated every
year in the summer with my parents on almost each weekend at the nudist area-
bath-lake. It was an excavator-lake with a detached bare-area. On a Sunday, I
lay in the sand on my towel as I noticed a girl that approached me with its
parents. In 2 meters of distance, they took a seat. After short time, the girl
went to the water and began to dig in the moist sand. She had almost blond
hair, that came her up to the shoulder. Younger than I she must have been.
Many of the milk-teeth were missing. My parents had gone to the kiosk,
therefore I got up and went to her. `

„Hello!“, I said.

„Hello “, she returned.

„My name is Alexander. And you?“

„Kevin.“

Had interrogated me?

„What?“

„Kevin “, she said and went into the deeper water.

„But girls are not called Kevin however!“

„I am no girl!“, she called back.

A hand lay down on my shoulder. It was her father.

„Kevin is no girl. He looks only so. He was born like that. We had always
believed that we would get a girl. After the birth, it then attracted
attention to the first once that he had something like a penis. He has
something, which looks like a vagina, but it seems to be only one very deep
skin fold. Until all analyses were done, we didn't know whether we had a son
or a daughter. Besides the penis, he has no female or male Genitals. But he
gets hormone-shots so that he becomes a man once, our Kevin.“

He joined his child in the water and they had fun. I went back to my towel. On
the stomach lying it acted I so as I would sleep. I observed Kevin. He came
from the water, dried off and knelt on the wool blanket. I could now recognize
that he had no testicles and only a quite tiny penis that was approximately 2
centimeters long. He had no glans, but a small hole in the front however. On
the next weekends, I had opportunity even more frequently to observe him and
we became friends. That now lasts 19 years. His penis has not become bigger
since that time. This doesn't keep away him from the bare-area however and he
has his girl-friend for 4 years. Anything must be at him however.

* * *


Lost one at 16

Summary: Lost my right one on a motorcycle.

Hi... Had to tell m story after finding this web site.  I was 16,
an average punk boy into Motorcyles discovering girls and a few
expiriments with guys too.  Well was racing my moto one day and
lost it.  Flew off and the bike followed.  The handle bars caught
me squareinthe right nut. Pain was a burn and like someone  ripped
my nut out of my gut, well just about.  I was screaming in pain and
did not realize the burn i got from the muffler.  I was take to the
hospital where the doc said it was ruptered and would die.  I was
scared the doc said it had to go.  I was denutted in surgery, that
night. Later in school most guys would stare, becuase they had
heard about my accidnet.  I had a few nick names lefty ballless and
one shoot.  It was kinnda nice some of the girls later on had to
see or feel.  so i got laid or jerked pretty more than when I had a
full set. A few years later a docotor told me i could get a fake
ball inserted ... I said no was use to it.


Per Mistress's Instructions

Summary: This country needs a cat washing machine

Per Mistress's Instructions

A seemingly easy task given to me by my mistress turned into a nightmare with
the end result of her castrating me!

Naked from the waist down as normal while in the house. My cleaned shaven cock
and low hanging balls were always on display for her and her friends! A sign
of my inferior status as a male to the superior female.

Mistress Ann came up from behind while I was doing the dishes and cupping my
balls lightly squeezing them she said. "Bill when you're done with the dishes
I want you to bath kitten I think she's got fleas."

Well Kitten was her pride and joy! A ten-year old long hair Himalayan or
something, and very nasty! I think it had some type of brain damage! Because
mistress Ann was the only one who could get even near it.

I didn't know much about cats! I being a dog person it seemed an easy chore.
Bath the cat ok!

Well unbeknownst to me Kitten had evidently experienced a bath before and
wasn't to keen on the idea. I won't go into detail of the ensuing struggle!
Other than to say! "Jesus Christ"

luckily for me mistress Ann had left the house earlier on business and I
didn't expect her back for some time. There was a lot of blood mostly mine!
Kitten was barely breathing lying wet in the bathtub and I started to panic!

I knew if Kitten died Ann would castrate me! So I grabbed Kitten and ran out
the door to my car forgetting I was naked from the waist down! I threw the cat
on the passenger seat and sped off to the local veterinarian hospital.

Well desperate people do desperate things and I was desperate! Running through
stop signs while blowing my horn screaming at slower drivers and running one
off the road. I finally arrived at the vets! Dragging Kitten off the seat and
inside! Yelling someone help me this cat is dying!

This is when I realized my naked state and the wet cat I hung by the nap of
neck in front of everyone.

That was a year ago today I think. I was Baker acted into a mental hospital
for about eight months by mistress Ann.

I'm completely normal now I think. Because when the insurance money ran out
they said I was cured.

Mistress Ann was waiting outside in her car for me and to my shock Kitten was
sitting in the front seat and hissed when I got near. She ordered me into the
back seat saying we've got business to take care of don't we Kitten precious!

The cat got up and looked over the front seat staring at me as we drove home.

Chapter 2 The Retraining

Take your pants off cat abuser! Before I slam my knee into your balls! "No"
Things are different now Ann! I'm not your slave anymore fuck you and your cat
too"! I'm cured of you you statistic bitch!

Than the pain came! Her knee slamming up into my balls quicker than white on
rice dropping me to the floor,. "Get your fucking pants off!" "You sorry big
balled bastard!"

She started stripping off her clothes screaming!! "You fucking big balled
bastard how dare you challenge me! I'm going to rip your balls off"! "Fuck me
and my cat? Fuck you! Your balls are mind now you fuck!

I must have passed out because when I awoke I was naked on the kitchen floor
with a spread bar between my ankles the smell of rotting fish was in the air
and Kitten was eating.

I will save the readers the slow gruesome details. Only to say this country
needs a cat washing machine!

* * *


Busted for looking

I used to love looking up skirts. My wife,Brenda hated it when I did
that. If you caught me in the act I would get a kick in my balls. She
always threatened to have the person whose panties I looked at, would
deliver the kick. She also made me panties.

Last week, her mother in law came over for the weekend. I had looked
up her dress on several occasions. This time it was different as it
cost me my manhood.

My wife was tired and went to bed. My mother in law & I were watching
a good movie, so we stayed up. She was wearing her night shirt and
lying down on the couch. I had gotten up to get some water & when I
came back her knees were bent up and I got a perfect look and her red
lacey panties. They were so nice looking I even a comment " You have
a nice pair of panties on." Well she didn't like that and told me
that she was going to have a talk with her daughter in the morning.

On Sunday morning I usually go out for bagels and when I got back, my
wife and her mother were sitting on the couch. Brenda yelled at me
for looking at her mother's panties and told me what would happen if
I did. She told me to go to my bedroom. She followed me in and gave
me a pair of panties, a pair of red lacey panties, her mothers
panties, to put on. I refused at first but she grabbed my balls &
squeezed hard & I put them on. We went down stairs and I walked up to
her mother, who was giggling at me. I then was told to spread my legs
and put my hands on my head. I begged not to be kicked to no avail. I
looked my mother in law right in the face when her right leg shot
right into my balls. I went down like a ton a bricks, while the two
of them laughed and giggled. Brenda said "kick him again mom, this
time harder" She grabbed my legs and pulled them apart and stomped on
my already swollen balls. I yelled in a high-pitched voice "Stop
you're going pop my nuts." Brenda upon hearing this instructed her
mother to get my right nut under her foot as Brenda got my left nut.
Brenda said " Mom lets pop his balls, on the count of three." My wife
said three and then all of a sudden I felt a pain like I never felt
before, My wife just busted my ball. My mother in law held the
reaming nut under her foot and she told me " I will now make you a
girl, I will rob you of your manhood. I hope you enjoyed the peak at
my panties." She pressed down on her foot slowly. I screamed as I
heard the popping sound of my manhood being destroyed


My Public Nutting

GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, Men are castrated as punishment against their will

Summary: One of six men experiances the punishment of public genitorture and testicle removal.

My Public Nutting – A punishment in Medieval Europe

I was herded into the courtroom with 5 other male prisoners. We were all
stripped down to only a skimpy flap of cloth hanging in front from a cord
around our wastes that barely covered our genitals. Our asses were bare. We
trotted into the room quickly as we all were tied around our necks to a rope
pulled by the guards. We stopped in front of the high table where the judge
sat. He didn’t even look up as he passed sentence.

“You have all been found guilty of Sodomy and your punishment will be to be
publicly genitortured followed by castration by nutting. Guards, remove their
covering flaps and tie their manhood up so that the crowd outside will see
what their punishment will be.” With that the guards whipped off our little
flaps exposing our manhood then used the cords to tie off our sacks and pull
them high in front. They had shaved our groins prior to court.

We were lead out of the courthouse and down its steep steps as the crowd
outside jeered at us. “Look at these criminals. They are to be gelded in the
city square. Follow us to the show.” One of the lead guards called out.

We then ran the gauntlet of the crowd as they tried to slap at our manhood as
we passed. Then up the steps to the stage in the city square. The crown below
was huge as word had got out that 6 men were to be genitortured and nutted
today.

I noticed that the noise was less up on the stage and I had a moment to survey
my situation. It had all gone by so quickly. I guess that was the way it was
done. I mean, gelding a man had to be done to him before he has time to think
about fighting back. I looked down at my tied off manhood. My penis was almost
blue from the cold, shrunken to barely a couple of inches but still fat. My
large lemon sized testicles, tightly bound in their sack were a shade of
purple. A guard walked toward each of us and gut punched us. The pain made me
almost paralyzed as he then tied my hands above my head to the scaffold. Then
as I stood there in shock he forced my legs outward to tie my ankle to rings
in the floor. I looked left and right at the 5 others who were in the same
position as me. They had the same look of fear and shock on their faces. The
crowd noise increased. They were shouting for the guards to start our torture.

One came over to me and while looking me in the eye, reached down and slid a
knife to my groin and cut the cord binding my balls. A rush of hot blood made
my genitals feel warm for a few seconds. “Don’t worry my boy, they won’t be
unbound for long.” He whispered as he began to tie my scrotum and penis in a
harness. He wrapped a strap around my scrotum several times so that my balls
protruded outward several inches then wound another strap around my cock and
tied it up around my neck. All of us were bound in this way and they let us
stand there for a few minutes. Naked, exposed, humiliated in front of the
screaming crowd. A crowd that wanted our nuts.

The guards then went around behind us and started to smear grease on six four
foot long poles. With no hesitation they stuck them into our anuses and
slipped the other end into a notch in the floor. All of us let out a scream of
surprise and pain. My ass burned and I tried to wriggle out of this impalement
to no avail. Then as I wiggled, my cock grew stiff from the stimulation of my
prostate and bulged against its restraint.

I looked down at my throbbing penis and at my bulging tight scrotum with its
two orbs that made it glisten in the sun. It was a deep purple now, the veins
of my scrotum bulged, and my testicles started to ache and throb.

The guards then did the cruelest thing to us. They started to beat our
testicles with wooden sticks. A fast unrelenting beating that at first took my
breath away. Then the pain settled in and I was only conscious of the stick as
it hit my testicles. Wap…Pain…Wap…Pain. Over and over until after several
minutes it started to change into more of a sensation. Then a tingle of sexual
pleasure started to take over and my hips ground into the pole in my ass. My
penis started to twitch and my whole body spasmed as I started to cum. My ass
clenched around the pole as it fucked me and my cock squirted a hot stream up
into the air and splashed down on the stage floor. I screamed out in a mixture
of pain and pure sensation. My balls felt like they were exploding.

I must have passed out for a minute or two and as I awoke I looked around at
the other men who were either like me, limp from the orgasmic torture or were
in the throws of experiencing the sensation of it and the testicle beating.
After all six of us had shot our load, the nuttings began.

He came over to me and cupped my testicles in his left hand, slowly rolling
them between his thumb and forefinger. Squeezing each one a little harder and
a little harder. I let out a moan of pain. The he took a 10 inch long skewer
and first slowly pierced the left side of my scrotum, then my left ball. I
could feel it sliding through to my right nut them out the other side of my
sack. He then clamped on a yoke that captured both sides of the skewer. My
balls were trapped in this devise. Then he ran a rope through the yoke and
tossed it over the scaffold and the pulled my balls up with it. I tried to
hoist myself up to alleviate the pain but could do nothing.

They then let the six of us just swing there for about a half an hour, hoisted
up by our skewered balls. Crying in agony and hopelessness.

Then he walked over to me with a small knife, and slowly circumcised my
scrotum, under my balls, cutting their cords, until I fell back and they swung
free. I was nutted.

After out sacks were cauterized with hot irons, we were untied and set free.
To walk through the crowd, nude, nutless, shamed, eunuchs.

* * *


Chopped by a Cop

Summary: Get pulled over by a cop and pay the ultimate fine.

` I was driving along a dark country road one night when I noticed another car
quickly pulling up behind me. Then the sirens came on. The other car was a cop
car. I pulled over to the shoulder, and the cop pulled up behind me. The cop
got out of the car and walked towards me. `

The cop was massive. He looked to be about six foot five. And he looked built.
He approached my door. He wore dark glasses, which I found odd, considering
the only light was from the full moon.

"Get out of the car." he commanded. Figuring he knew what he was doing, I
complied. "Up against the hood!" he barked. I did as told. I had no idea what
was going on. I hadn't been speeding. I couldn't figure out what was up.

"What's all this about?" I asked.

"Don't talk!" he barked. I did as told. There was something not right with
this guy. "Drop your pants!" he ordered. I hesitated for a second. "Do it!" he
bellowed.

"Now wait just a minute …" I began. Thwack! He nailed me between the legs with
his night stick. It stung. I thought I was going to vomit from the pain.

"Drop them!" he barked again. Fearing another blow, I began to undo my jeans.
"Underwear too." he added. Quickly, I dropped my jeans and my boxers. "Now,
spread your legs as wide as you can." the cop commanded. I stepped out of my
dropped jeans and spread my legs as far as I could. I could feel the cool
breeze on my low hanging sac. It tickled my ball hair.

The cop then grabbed hold of my balls. He gave them a little tug. Then, he
pulled down on them, hard. It hurt, considering what he had just done moments
ago. He held them like that. Then, I heard him get out something. He gave them
one more tug. Something cold, thin, and metallic came to rest on my sac, just
where it connected to my groin.

My cock became instantly hard. I feared what was about to happen. Again, the
cop tugged on my sac. Then, I felt his other hand quickly brush against one
thigh, then the other. It took a second for it to hit me. My groin stung with
excruciating pain. I ejaculated instantly across the hood of my car. A warm
liquid began pouring down my legs. I couldn't feel the cop tugging on my balls
anymore. In fact, I couldn't feel my balls at all.

The cop placed a hand on my shoulder, and spun me around to face him. In one
hand he held my dangling sac. Blood was pouring down it. It was then that it
all came together. The bastard had cut my balls off. A wave of nausea hit me.
All I wanted to do was wretch.

"Quite nice." he commented. "God shape. Nice and big. I'd say, golf ball size
at least, if not bigger. And a beauty of a sac. You must be quite proud of
them." I couldn't believe it. The guy was talking about them like some
possession. It's like it was some kind of trophy he had caught. "But, there's
something wrong. I know." He flashed me a purely evil grin. "I hate breaking
up perfectly good sets."

The cop grabbed my cock. The head still dripped cum from the load I had shot.
Without any control, my cock became rock hard again. I couldn't do anything. I
was still in shock. He held my cock down with his free hand. "Here, hold these
please." he passed me my sac. I took it without thinking. It was still warm.

He then got out his knife again. I knew exactly what was going to happen. I
was so weak from shock I couldn't do anything, even scream. His hand with the
knife lined up above my dick. Then, it came slamming down. There was a burst
of pain. Once again, I shot off a load. I looked down.

All that was there was a small Ľ inch stump of bloody flesh. Cum was blasting
out of it. The cum was pink as it mixed with the blood. I watched as I pumped
out more cum then I have ever done before. Like my body was trying one last
time to expel my seed. I must have cumed for a whole three minutes. It
wouldn't stop.

Finally, it did. The cop smiled and handed me my dick. It was still hard, but
rapidly softening, and looking off colour. I took my dick without thinking.
Like my balls, it was still warm.

"Well, that's all." said the cop. "You're free to go." And with that he headed
back to his car. The cop pulled away and drove off. I stood there for a few
minutes, my groin bleeding profusely. I ran to the back of my car. In the
backseat was a cooler of ice I had. I threw my cock and balls into the ice. I
picked up my jeans and held them to my crotch, stopping the blood flow. The
rest became fuzzy.

I don't remember how, but I managed to make it to a hospital. There was quite
a stir when I got to the emergency room. I ran in, cooler in one hand, blood
soaked jeans pressed to my groin in the other. I was fixed up. They managed to
reattach everything. I have the feeling back in my balls now, but my dick is
still without feeling. I still get erections, and I still ejaculate, I just
can't feel it. The feeling will probably never come back.

I never did find out who the cop was. I read in the local paper latter that I
was the fifth of ten men to have the same thing happen. Not much has been
heard. I was lucky. Three of the guys lost everything. Two lost their balls,
but had their dicks reattached. And the other four all had their balls
reattached, but lost their dicks. I feel sorry for those guys. If I lost
anything, I think I would have killed myself. I hope someday that cop gets a
taste of his own medicine. And I would like to give it to him …

* * *


Evolution of Golf Balls (Darwin Awards text - ballwasher)

Summary: a clown is challenged by his friends to defy logic

` When you wash ‘em up they go further! The latest `

nominee

for this year’s Darwin Award (awarded to people

for incredible

feats of stupidity) goes to....Everitt Sanchez!

Based on a bet by the other members of his

threesome, Mr.

Sanchez tried to wash his own “balls” in a ball

washer at

the local golf course. Proving once again that

beer and

testosterone are a bad mix, Sanchez managed to

straddle

the ball washer and dangle his scrotum in the

machine.

Much to his dismay, one of his buddies upped the

ante by

spinning the crank on the machine with Sanchez’s

scrotum

in place, thus wedging them solidly in the

mechanism.

Sanchez, who immediately passed his threshold of

pain,

collapsed and tumbled from his perch.

Unfortunately for

Sanchez, the height of the ball washer was more

than a

foot higher off the ground than his testicles are

in a

normal stance, and the scrotum was the weakest

link.

Sanchez’s scrotum was ripped open during the fall,

and

one testicle was plucked from him forever and

remained

in the ball washer, while the other testicle was

compressed

and flattened as it was pulled between the housing

of the

washer, and the rotating machinery inside.

To add insult to injury, Sanchez broke a new

$300.00 driver

that he had just purchased from the pro shop, that

he was

using to balance himself. Sanchez was rushed to

the hospital

for surgery, and the remaining threesome were

asked to leave

the course.

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