Amazon Olympics

Summary: How the Amazon tribes celebrate their Olympics

Amazon Olympics

Once every four years, the Amazon tribes gather together.  For all of
that year, there is no war between the various Amazon tribes-war may
only be waged against male warriors.  Also, during this year, few of
the maleąs are castrated and slaughtered; instead they are kept alive
as prisoners for the grand celebration of the games.

At the end of the year, all ten tribes come together into the great
sports colosium.  The sit in the stands by tribe, garbed soley in
short shifts of a single color indicating which of the tribes they
belong to and support.

A long, open trench paved with marble leads into the stadium.  Along
it are placed short pedestals, each with an iron ring in its top.  On
each pedestal stands a naked man, shackled to the iron ring.  Beside
him stands a young Amazon page girl, dressed in a smock of her
tribeąs color.  A trumpet sounds, and the procession of athletes
begins.

The Amazon athletes are naked, their faces painted in the color of
their tribe.  As they walk through the tunnels, arm in arm, the page
girls begin to stroke the cocks of the men on the pedestals.  Of
course, they are quite eager for their cocks to pay tribute to the
beauty, grace and power of the female athletes, so that their seed
soon spurts forth into the ranks of women.  Poor slaves!  The next
tribute they pay to these women will be far less pleasurable!

After the male seed has been offered up and consecrated to the 10
goddesses of the 10 tribes, the games begin.

Of such contests as wrestling and boxing, we need not concern
ourselves here.  No, the first event that draws our attention is the
races.

The 10 competitors march onto the field.  Each woman wears a leather
halter and is otherwise naked.  Now, the officials lead the women to
the starting line where 10 naked men stand, tied to the starting
posts.  The officials manually stimulate the males to full erection,
then wrap a thin wire around his cock and balls.  The wires, each
exactly 100 paces long, are then connected to the halters of the
women.  The officials turn and observe not the runners, but the
males.  The runners take marks, and a the sign of the starter begin
to race.  Their hair streaming behind them, their breast heaving,
asses clenching, the women rush towards the finish.  Suddenly, the
girl in the lead pulls up short, then stumbles forward as though she
wear held back.  Their is a piercing shriek, followed by more cries
of agony as the other runners stumble to the finish.

Why do they stumble?  The course is smooth.  Of course!  Their wires
have played out, there is brief moment of resistance before the wires
bite into the scrotal flesh of the male slaves.  Soon, though, the
razor sharp wire has had its effect and 10 scrotums lie on the
ground.  An official picks up the first of the ballbags to hit the
ground.  The crowd cheers wildly as the winner is thus recognized.

Archery is another popular sport.  Naked men are staked in the
gallery.  The women archers use a special, broad tipped arrow that
can shear off a pair of balls.  The women pulled back their strings
and release the arrows.  The arrows strike the naked men between the
legs, slicing and cutting through the soft flesh of the menąs
nutsacks.  For round after round the contest goes on, for rarely do
the archers miss.  It is not unusual for 200 or more men to lose
their balls and cocks thus, for the archers shoot until the miss
until at last only one victor remains.

Also well-liked by the Amazons is the ball popping contest.  The
strongest Amazons attempt to pop the balls of as many men as possible
before the officials call time.  A good champion can rupture as many
as 20 men in a minute, crushing their balls to a pulp in her bare
hands.  Many of the men ejaculate a last time as the come is
literally squeezed from the balls, and the winner is often dripping
with their seed.

Speed with castration knife is tested in much the same manner.
Interestingly, harvesting balls with knife takes slightly longer than
popping them, probably because the knife must be properly positioned,
for a partial castration is not counted towards the Amazonąs total.
Winners typically claim the cocks and balls of 12 men in a minutes
time.  Consider that is between 100 and 120 men being nullified in a
minute, and it is little wonder than the fans in the stands often
find themselves orgasming as the event nears its climax.

As the Olympics draw to a close, a cheer comes up from the crowd--
˛Ball wine, Ball wine,˛ they chant.  All the severed testicles are
now gathered and thrown into a great vat in the center of the
stadium.  The athletes return to the field and leap into the vat full
of balls.  The smash and stomp the slimy orbs between their toes,
crushing and plumping them into a gooey paste.  Now amphoras of wine
are poured into the vat and the ball paste and wine are mixed
together into a drink.  The winners sample it first, then the
athletes, then the fans are allowed to sample the great delicacy.

This ceremony concludes the festival, and for the next three years
there is warfare against both enemies male and female with no quarter
asked or given.

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Trina's Party

Summary: My Girlfriend's Secret Society

Trina is a nurse. We met over the Internet and she was a wild women in the
bedroom. She loved being naked like me and loves kinky sex games.

After seeing her off and on for two years (we live in different states) I went
to her state for a two week stay. What I expected was two weeks of wild sex.
But what I got was the shock of my life.

Trina said "I'm taking you to a party tonight."

I asked what kind, and she said "It's a bunch of girlfriends of mine. We are a
special group."

I asked if it was going to get wild and she replied "Oh yes! Lot's of nudity".
It sounded good to me.

As we drove up to the Huge house, I got hard in anticipation of what I thought
the evening was going to be like. As we approached the door, Trina said "Get
your clothes off and put them in the car. You have to go in naked!" I didn't
question it and put my clothes away. Naked as a Jay Bird and hard as a rock,
we went into the house. I was surprised to see over 30 women, all dressed with
about 10 naked males. One of the women walked up and hugged Trina. "Good you
brought one she said."

"Oh yes!" Trina answered, "He's a good one!"

One of the women called out "OK, who do we do first?"

I thought that the women were going to strip and we were going to get fucked.
One of the women pointed to a big guy and said "This one is good!"

The women pushed the big guy into the middle of the floor and spread him wide.
My penis throbbed until I saw them hold him and one of the women produced a
straight razor.

I said "Trina, what's going on?"

She laughed and said "Oh didn't I mention what our group is?" She grabbed my
hard cock, "This is a Castration Party, Baby!" "All of you men are going to
lose your balls!"

I screamed!

To be continued

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The Boy King: Part Five

The Persian palace grounds were beautifully adorned with
creeping plants that ran up the walls, and trickling water
fountains.  Naqee stood in one of them.  His ankles were adorned
with silver and gold anklets and bells.  His feet had been colored
with red henna dye.  He wore two simple rectangular, white, silk
cloths suspended in the front and back at his waist from a thin
gold chain.  His torso was bare, and his wrists were crowded with
an assortment of bracelets that ran all the way up his forearms in
gold, silver, and copper, and shimmering assortment of stones.  His
eyes were done up in the usual manner with kohl, his hair oiled so
that its’ overlapping shingle-like layers reflected every ray of
light that struck it.  An assortment of fresh green, red, and blue
leaves were tied together to form a fan shaped ornament, and was
braided into his hair so that it formed a sort of halo around his
face.  Naqee’s entire body had been patted down with silver dust.
	He looked like a surreal apparition.  Something from the
heavens, or a nymph of the wood.
	Tajammal stood several feet behind him, draped from head to
toe in a thick white robe.  Part of the white cloth was drawn up
across his face so that only his eyes were exposed.  He was
masquerading as a Berber, one of the fair skinned tribes in
northern Africa where the men wore veils as opposed to women.
Clever disguise, acting as Naqee’s personal attendant.
	Babeko, Tajammal’s brother, stood at the opposite side of
the garden.  He stood with arms crossed and eyes closed for a
moment, listening to the sound of the water moving in the
fountain.  This was a very informal reception, held here instead of
the throne room.  The notion made both Naqee and Tajammal uneasy.
	Babeko opened his eyes and let out a deep breath before
turning to look at Naqee.  His face was strickingly similar to
Tajammal’s.  But, due to age, Bebeko looked manlier his face
rougher.  His long black hair had been pulled back away from his
face and tied in a clumsy knot at the nape of his head.  Naqee
blinked several times, he couldn’t get over the fact that Babeko
was such a strikingly handsome man.  He felt Tajammal’s eyes on him
and he very slowly turned his head to look back.  Tajammal’s eyes
were scolding him silently.
	Babeko’s eyes narrowed, the long eye lashes almost closing
into a curtain over the eyes, and then he unfolded his arms.  He
walked forward, slowly, inspecting Naqee from head to toe with his
scrutinizing eyes.  Naqee began to worry.  Babeko wasn’t
necessarily falling head over heels for him as Tajammal had
promised.  He began to think that this entire trip had been a great
waste of time, and that the entire plan to seduce the Persian king
was a fluke.  No expression crossed Babeko’s face.
	But then Naqee did notice something.  Babeko’s expression
hardened, he saw the slight bulge of a muscle at his jaw.  Suddenly
Babeko’s eyes flickered away from him and lingered on the water
fountain.
	Perhaps.  .  .Perhaps I’m not his type, Naqee wondered.  Or
maybe he tired of boys while Tajammal was gone.  But suddenly
Babeko turned back and his eyes focused on Tajammal’s robed
figure.  A frown formed on his lips.
	“Why do you bring about such servants?  That one cannot
even look at their faces and tell whether they are smiling or
scowling.  It’s always best to look at your servants expression,
lest someone plan your murder in your presence.”
	“He’s from a Berber tribe,”  Naqee said.  His first words
ever to Babeko.  He could tell his voice affected Babeko
immediately.  Naqee had a hoarse voice, and it sounded as if he had
a bad cold.  It sounded eerie coming from such a tiny beautiful
boy.  It bordered on the edge of being frightening and immensely
sexy.  “And he is very good to me,”  he smiled.  “He always has
been.”
	Now Babeko smiled.  “Why would the Sultan let such a
beautiful boy like you wander away from the security of his walls,
across the desert, and into my power .  .  .without fearing for his
well being?”
	Naqee smiled.  “I suppose the same reason mothers don’t
kill their crying babies out of impatience.  .  .their beauty
protects them.”
	Babeko burst out laughing.  “Hmmm,”  he said nodding his
head, lifting up his hand and motioning for Naqee to approach him,
“very clever boy.”  He winked at Naqee.  “I think I love you
already.”

	Naqee was guided through maze of gardens and small baths by
several concubines.  A pang of envy hit him suddenly.  The palace
was not as elaborate as his own but, in its intricate carvings on
the ivory panels and startling white walls and floors there was a
majestic elegance that took the breath away.  Tajammal followed
close behind.
	“Lovely isn’t it?”  Tajammal whispered.
	“Yes,”  Naqee said without looking back.  “Maybe I’ll
invade Persia and make it mine.”
	Tajammal grasped his arm suddenly and Naqee looked back.
Harsh black eyes peered back at him.  “Well.  .  .”  Tajammal said
in a forced friendly voice as all the concubines turned to see why
they had stopped.  “Such a frail boy like you is only meant for
pleasure, and should you ever find yourself in a battlefield you
would surely perish under some man’s sword.”
	Message received.   Naqee forced a smile and nodded.  “I
was only joking,” he whispered under his breath.  He yanked his arm
out of Tajammal’s hand.  “Tighten your ass anymore and you’ll suck
your robe in.”
	Well, Naqee thought to himself as they continued through
the palace, If there is one thing that gives me some comfort so far
away from my native land is that Tajammal has retained his god
damned personality.  Son of a bitch.


The White Hijra

GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: I am abducted and forced to become a Hijra. A traditional Indian Eunch.

` I should have never enterd that club but the man who took me there was
gorgeous. He should have been i am shore he was paid enugh. The trap was
sprung and i awoke chained up in a cellar. In front of me stood a fat balding
asian man. He was clad in only a white cotton jock strap and holding a whip.
He informed me that he was Mr Khurana, my master, and that i was Laxmi his
slave. After a few tastes of that whip i felt disinclined to argue the point
with him. Soon i became his foot stall and my mouth his urinal. He was strict
disciplinarian and i often tasted the whip. He had a massive sex drive and
fucked me at least daily. `

After four months in naked in the cellar i was taken to his penthouse and
given a set of indian women`s clothes. Frow now on i would wear a sari. I
became his submissive wife ruled by his riding crop. One night in bed after an
enthusastic fucking he handels my cock and balls reflectivly. He says"I have
been thinking I dont like thease they get in the way and spoil you. I think I
will have them removed"He then turns out the light and goes to sleep leaving
me in dread.

I am smugled out of the country to Curzon Street in Bombay where many Hijras
who have turned to prostitution live. I am taken to house where about forty
hijras live lead by one of thier own who is the Guru. I am told that "she" is
now my Guru too and that i must allways kiss her feet in her presence. I am
placed on female hormone tablets which they call "Sunday-mondays" and told
that i am the lost ranking member of the community. Over the next few weeks i
must performe all the most menial tasks. When not doing that i am tought how
to move gracefuly, make up, and flirt with a man.

After six weeks i am taken in the night to hut. Mr Khurana has bribed my Guru
to break centurys old tradition and let him witness my castration. Two Hijras
hold me from behined whilst my Guru stands in front of me. She gives me a pain
killing drink. Then she ties off the base of my cock and balls with a tight
cord. She waits whilset my genitals turn purple and go numb. She then raises a
big carving knife and begins to cut upwards. My scrotum and balls go fist. I
pass out when she is about half to two thireds of the way through my shaft.
The last thing that i see over her sholder as i pass out is the lock of
triumph on Mr Khurana`s face.

I am allowed to recover my gracfull walk over sevril months. During my
recovery the Hijras are genuinly kined and considerat towards me.

Eventualy Mr Khurana comes to collect me and their is a tearfull farewell from
the outher Hijras. He smuggles me back into the U.K. and i resume my life as
his submisive wife. At spcial parties he showes me to his frends. I am made to
show of my crotch with its neat vertical scar and piss hole near the top. He
then tells them how he made me that rarest of creatures a White Hijra.

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    Diary of a Broken Jock Part 1

    I woke up with my head in a fog. I heard my buddy, Jeremy yelling.
    I tried to get up, got dizzy and slipped. Jeremy's yells got
    weaker, apparently he was moving away from me. I got my vision
    steady, I was in some room, it kind of made me think of a hospital
    or maybe a loony bin.

    I went to the door, it was locked. I beat on it for awhile, no one
    came. I could hear Jeremy again. He was screaming, "No, sick mother
    frucker, No!" Jeremy's word's turned into screams of pain, then
    faded.

    The last thing I remembered was me and Jeremy fucking this bitch.
    We had double teamed the cunt and she just couldn't get enough. I
    still couldn't remember how I got here. Was I in a hospital? That
    didn't make sense, why would Jeremy be screaming? Why would I be
    locked in?

    I was naked, except for my socks. Some more memory came back.
    Jeremy had been fucking this rich bitch for awhile, a doctors wife.
    She was like a nympho, his pussy buster wasn't enough for the old
    cunt, so I went with him so we could give her a good working over.

    The last thing I could remember was sticking my 8 inches down her
    throat while Jeremy was dicking her twat. I beat on the door for
    awhile, still no answer. I was feeling hung over or drugged and
    must have dozed back off.

    I was coming to again. I heard sobbing. I was having trouble
    focusing. I was pretty sure I was drugged. I tried to move and
    coundn't. I was strapped down somehow. I listened to the sobs as I
    forced my mind awake.

    I looked toward the sound, it was Jeremy. As my eyes unblurred, I
    saw him. He was naked too, but something was wrong.

    Fuck! It took me a second, I guess because his chest was still
    hairy. Where his pecs used to be, there were two big tits! I knew I
    was drugged now, I must be in a loony bin. I thought I was seeing
    my buddy with two huge tittys. I remembered smoking some weed, but
    nothing to make me wig out like this.

    I stared at the sight for a long time. I sure was tripping, I
    thought it was my friend but with two breast. I mean big hooters. I
    finally decided to say something.

    "Jer"?

    More sobs.

    Jeremy?

    "Her old man fucked me up, Jake, he fucking operated on me."

    Huh, dude?

    He gave me fucking implants, he's gonna make me into a freak. He's
    gonna fuck you up too, just for laying his old lady.

    Sure dude, whatever you say. My mind fuzzed out again.

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Castration of Merit

Summary: The colony formed from the remains of a ship from the Galactic Empire must make sure their future is secured for the future.

In the dying days of the Galactic Empire, a large colony ship was lifting off
of Trantor attempting escape before the final sacking. Enemy raiders were
firing on the ship, it had no choice but to attempt the jump to hyperspace.

The one thing you must understand about hyperspace is that it is affects by
gravity in a very big way. In fact you cannot be too close to a system before
making the jump or else it could be very dangerous. In addition to this at
hyperspatial speeds gravity became a repulsive force.

At the moment the ship had to make the jump in haste the raiders had made a
shot that their engine exhaust. The chain reaction between the repulsive
gravity of the nearby star, the extra power absorbed from the blast, and the
inaccuracy of in system interstellar jumps caused the ship to propel far
further than it had expected.

They had arrived in another galaxy. They had arrived in a system that had a
planet that could be made livable. They had no choice but to crash land
because of damage from their ship.

They soon found out what would be the fact of life here. They could only
sustain a small population because much of the planet was wasteland. Only
where they landed had a tropical rain forest. They could attempt to increase
the livable area, but it would take thousands of years with their
resourcelessness.

In a few short years they had managed to construct a small community.
Buildings were easy to build because of the amount of metal their damaged ship
had. They did not know how to make anything of elaborate garb. All they had
around were trees and some grass land. So by this time their clothing had worn
out and virtually everyone went naked because of the temperature.

In the next fourty years or so population had increased dramatically because
of the new situation with horny boys with no clothing to speak of.

The colony elders had to make a decision. It was likely to be a hard one to
make. There were no materials to make clothes out of, and their food
production would be maxxed out in as little as two generations.

They already centrally education their youth. So it was decided that
castration was the only way. But they could not castrate everybody, and they
would not want to castrate any of the smartest ones. For if they did that
their population would only get dumber.

The colony had 15000 people of age, and 7500 under age. The immediate need was
to be able to classify all of the young people. The first effect was to tag
and number every boy and girl under 15. Over that age it was decided was too
old to change anything.

Starting with the oldest to youngest they pupils had a number etched near
their right shoulder-blade with a hot iron. The boys then had a tag clamped
inbetween their testicles. The girls would have it clamped into the side of
their clitoris.

Education was split into three stages. The pupils younger than 4 were just
being taken care of with some introductory education. Pupils younger than 10
were taughts the regular courses plus chess and other skill games.

Upon graduating the second level the pupils would be fit with their life
deciding device. In the case of boys it was simply a clip that went around
their testicles. In the case of girls it was a device that surrounded their
tubes.

The elders decided that the pupils would have to prove themselves smart enough
and skilled enough to procreate.

The first challenge was marks. The pupils that were less than 60% in tests
were set for the castration process to clip them at some random time.

The second challenge was games. There were four types of games to choose from.

Chess was the first. The pupils would play and when there was a checkmate the
pupil would be clipped right when the move was made.

Blackjack was the second. The pupils would play with 200 chips and whoever
ended up with zero at the end out of three players were clipped.

Poker was the third. There would be five players, and 200 chips to bet. Like
Blackjack the clip happened right when a player lost their last hand.

Soccer was the fourth. In this case there were 10 players on each side, and
the first team to get 10 points got to see the players on the other team all
clipped. In the case of the boys you could see them drop on the field.

The third and final challenge was behaviour. Girls were exempt from this
challenge.

The boys who did this were essentially in a circle of beds with holes in them.
They were instructed to have sex with the hole. Those that could satasfy the
hole would be let free. Those that did not would be clipped right as they were
ejaculating.

After a few years there were only 500 of the smartest boys surviving intact.
The elders approved of themselves in the operation they had started.

The colony exists to this day.

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My private nurse

Summary: My own private caretaker decides my balls should be removed.

` While I was recovering from back surgery recently, my insurance coverage
provided me with a home nurse. The visiting nurses rotated but now and then I
got a very attractive brunette with a killer set of tits. She offered me
massages and I always took them farther than they should have gone. Eventually
I got her to massage my back with only a towel covering me. She was doing a
good job of getting my cock hard that day. My sack of nuts had always
disappointed me and I decided long ago I would like it removed but I never
thought I would have the nerve to ask my nurse to do it! I rolled over on my
back and showed her how excited she had made me. Sooner than I expected she
took the bait and started to jack my cock. I told her of my wishes and she
said even though my testes were on the small side I should keep them. She
explained how I probably could cum just fine and that was all it took for me
to spill my small load into her hands. She shot down and swallowed it like a
pro. Her next visit was a lot more personal than the last and she seemed to be
expecting me to let her pull me off again. I told her she could have one more
seeded load but I wanted my sack emptied right after. She hesitated but
finally agreed. I enjoyed my last blowjob as she put her mouth over my cock
and sucked my last semen out. She told me to drink this special concoction she
had made for me and I was drowsy in no time. I do recall her shaving my sack
and slicing around the top as she slid my scrotum off my now naked testicles.
She slowly tied them off and used her scalpel to release those puny little
nuts I was cursed with. I slowly drifted off to sleep. When I woke up she was
stroking my legs and said I could now tell everyone what a big set of balls I
once had. What a gal!

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Balls on the beach

Summary: Mark's balls are abused by a mico-miniskirted lady.

It was a beautiful day and Mark was lying on the nude beach, nude of course.
The sun was too hot, but he admired the beautiful naked ladies. One of them,
about nineteen, with a perfect figure and as totally naked as him came over to
the beach towel where he was lying. She reached down and touched his balls. It
felt great. Then she started to squeeze them hard- too hard- MUICH too hard!

Mark suddenly woke up from the deep alcohol-induced sleep and opened his eyes.
The dream was half right. He was naked, his balls were being squeezed, but he
was in a windowless room and it was a bouncer type doing the squeezing.

“Enough,” the blonde woman in a micro mini skirt said. “I don’t want his balls
destroyed- yet.” “Yes mistress,” answered the man and released Marks nuts- but
not before giving a goodbye tug that took away Mark’s breath.

“You were a very bad boy last night. Do you know who that girl you slept with
was? I didn’t think so. That was my lover. She loves me, and I don’t have
balls. Perhaps she will love you if you don’t have any either.”

Saying this she signaled to the big man who came over to grab Mark. Mark aimed
his fist at the man’s jaw and swung with all the force he had. The man easily
sidestepped the blow and returned the punch- right to Mark’s sac. Mark folded
into a fetal position groaning on the floor.

“Enough,” she said. “Tie him up- NOW!” Mark was to weak to resist being
flipped over onto his stomach. Mr. Muscles sat on his back and held him down.
Miniskirt helped to tie his hands and legs together and roll him over. “Empty
your balls into my lover. Let’s see if you enjoy emptying them for me.”

Saying this, she grabbed his nut-sac in her left hand, tightly, right under
the balls, took off her shoe, and brought it down very hard on his nuts. Over
and over. Each one hurt worse than the one before. Harder, harder, harder.
Mark’s tenderized testicles produced pain he had never imagined.

“Stop, stop. Oh my god, no more please. Do anything you want, but not that.”
He was pleading.

He shut his eyes not to see and blacked out.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He heard a voice say. Wake up, wake up! Mark
opened his eyes and saw how blue the water was and how white the sand. His
girlfriend was lying next to him playing with his sac. “What a dream that
was,” he thought and jumped on top of her and gave her the hardest fuck he had
had ever given anybody in his whole life and when he came it was more of an
explosive release than an orgasm.

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Aztecs 2

Summary: One boy fulfils his sacrifice as another makes himself available to become the next candidate.

` AZTECS `

By Pueros

Chapter 2 - Tezozo

(Tenochtitlan, midsummer's day, 1520)

The young splayed sungod soon spurted his sacred seed into the waiting bowl,
which the acolyte would swiftly take inside the pyramid for it must be
retained in its liquid state until needed. The divine substance would be
cautiously transferred into a tiny red pottery urn, emblazoned with the yellow
sunburst, which would then be kept in a cool storeroom in a carefully
maintained container of snow, part of a large supply brought daily from the
sacred mountain, Popocatepetl. Similarly painted pottery boxes, which would
also be placed in the snow, awaited certain of the sungod's human organs.

The first of these was about to be removed from the young sungod's beautiful
earthly form. The High Priest held the light-skinned boy's now softening penis
firmly in his left hand whilst he placed the re-sharpened sacred sacrificial
knife against the underneath of the lad's deliciously smooth scrotum with his
other hand. With practised skill, he began the incision that would unman the
boy. The sungod screamed as agony overcame his sense of spiritual destiny and
blood began to spurt all over the plinth and onto the High Priest's hands and
robe, but this did not deter the man because he had become accustomed to such
messy reactions. This would be the fifteenth time that he had performed this
particular rite, and he had had to emasculate thousands of others during the
rituals of other ceremonies.

The knife advanced upwards and both the screams and blood flowed relentlessly.
The blade soon began to appear either side of the upper base of the cock and,
with one last push and rip, the sungod's genitals were dangling above his
loins in the grip of the High Priest's left hand. The held them up for the now
agonised and horrified boy to see before showing them to the cheering masses
at the foot of the pyramid.

The boy would quickly bleed to death if left but the High Priest had one more
function to perform that would bring forward the sungod's return to the
heavens. Having placed the severed sexual organs in the proffered bowl, he
carefully used the bloodied knife to slice open a circle of skin on the boy's
left chest. As the man peeled back the flesh, he saw the sternum and ribs
underneath. He prised apart these bones with the knife, aided by his left
hand, and soon saw the full beating heart. He gripped the throbbing organ in
his left hand and skilfully started the cutting necessary to extract it from
inside the sungod's body with the knife held in the other. The still-vibrating
cardiovascular organ was soon raised from the now quietened boy and being
displayed to the rapturous throng.

The boy's body, now free of its divinity, was disposed of in the same way as
the previous 99 young victims of this midsummer's morning.

(Eastern coastal plain, Central America, same time)

13 years old Tezozo was standing proudly shoulder to shoulder with his father
and his people's other warriors. They were lined up to defend their homeland
against the invading Aztec army, which greatly outnumbered them and was slowly
advancing towards them. The father glanced at his light-skinned, golden haired
blue-eyed son, whom he loved as if he was his own. However, the boy had
actually been a present left within his mother by a strange white man who,
with others, had come ashore from an equally strange boat to attack their
coastal town, pillaging and raping. The lad had suffered taunts from his peers
during his early boyhood because of his appearance but stood up for himself
well and eventually gained their respect and many friends. He had also
recently proved himself a man twice over. He had started to produce his own
seed and had accordingly been wed to a girl of the same age, who was now with
child. Additionally, and more significantly, he had killed his first Aztec, a
young man who was part of a large raiding party that attacked the town. As a
result, the boy was declared a warrior, the youngest amongst his people, and
would now have the opportunity to try to kill more invaders.

The father realised that they were about to die and looked forward to meeting
his son again in paradise. He had sent the rest of the family to a remote
village in the hope that they would be safe from the Aztecs for he knew this
battle would be lost, although he hoped that his people's tiny army would be
taking many invaders with them into the afterworld. Their general was in front
of the line and signalled the charge. Tezozo and his father therefore started
running towards the mass of Aztecs, attired only in small blue loincloths and
armed with only a dagger and a spear. As they neared the enemy, the young
boy's erection increased.

The clash between the two lines of warriors was ferocious but the subsequent
fight was short. Tezozo saw his father fall after a spear had struck him in
the chest. The boy managed to exact revenge on the thrower by spearing him in
the stomach. He also knifed another Aztec in the neck before darkness
overwhelmed his mind. His blood-spattered body fell on top of that of his dead
father.

Tezozo awoke with a sore head for he had been hit with a slingshot. He found
that his hands had been bound tightly behind him with rope, which was attached
to the neck of another captive sitting two paces behind him. His own neck was
fixed by another rope to a prisoner sitting two paces in front. In fact, there
was an inter-connected line of about forty prisoners, all guarded by heavily
armed Aztecs. Tezozo was immediately sorry that he had survived the battle for
joining his father in paradise was much more preferable to being enslaved or
sacrificed by these evil conquerors. However, he and the others were soon
making the long march towards Tenochtitlan and their fate.

(To be continued in Chapter 3 - 'Selection')

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Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence


Amazon Series: Part VI -- The Castration Apprentice

I still remember the day I was chosen.  I was a young priestess
then.   The High Priestess summoned me to her chamber.  As soon as I
entered, I knew something serious was in store.  She was dressed in
formal gown.  With her were two other high ranking priestesses, also
formally dressed.  I made my salute.  The High Priestess took my
hands and guided me to the small shrine in the chamber.  I kneeled
and said a short prayer to Goddess.  Then the High Priestess dipped
her finger into the gold cup of fragrant oil, and anointed me.  Then
she said: "You have been chosen to be a castrater.  Priestess Camile
will be your trainer."

I was almost in shock.  There was no indication that I would be
chosen.  The door to the highest rank of priestess opened in front of
me.  Every important priestess in Amazonia was a castrater.  In
ancient time, after First Queen conquered the males, she had most
males castrated and then issued the Castration Edict.  Every cock and
ball in Amazonia must be cut off.  That meant both men and animals.
The job was given to priestesses.  In every ceremony, the castrater
priestess had a prominent role. Castration excites us sexually.  It
was given to so few to actually do it.

Camile was beautiful.  She was about five years older than me,
already a fully qualifying castrater.  She would teach me everything
and help me in every way.  For a while, she would have to do
everything from the beginning again so I could learn.  She explained
to me that it was a lot more than cutting off the cocks and balls.  I
had to learn how to dress the wounds.   I had to learn a lot of
ceremonies.  Every cock and ball in Amazonia ended up as an offering
to Goddess.

My first lesson was a horse.  Camile showed me how to stroke his
cock, making it hard.  Every cock should be big and hard before we
cut it off.  She showed me how to use my fingers and nails, how to
grab and rub it.  She showed me the symptoms that it is about to
shoot its cum and how to stop it.  It was amazing to feel the heat
and pulse of the big hard cock.  We took half an hour before she
handed me the knife.  I had seen castration before, but doing it was
different.  I could not imagine how much it aroused me to actually do
it. But an important part of the training was to control the lust.
We had to finish the castration before we could make love. The
horse’s owner would not be pleased with a dead horse.  She taught me
how to tend the wound, how to prepare the cock and balls for
offering.

It took far too long to finish everything and gave the owner the cock
and balls.  She took them into the temple.  Apprentices were not
allowed to castrate anything inside the temple.  There was a special
area for us to work.  Camile finally rewarded me with a deep long
kiss.  My body was on fire.  I almost tore her clothes off.   It took
seven orgasms to calm me down.  Afterwards, she stroke my hair and
said: "You are as hot as I was the first time.  We are going to make
love a lot."  We were still lovers, thirty years later.

It took me a year to get to the next stage: castrating a man.  It is
totally different from castrating an animal.  Without cock and balls,
he could not be a sex slave any more.  All castrations were
sacrifices.  Castrating a man was a lot more exciting.  It was a lot
harder to control the lust.  The ceremonies were a lot more
elaborate.  I began by helping Camile.  It would be nearly a year
before I weld the knife.

The harvest was great.  The High Priestess of the region decided to
sacrifice a slave to make special offering.  Camile told me the day
before that I would be the castrater.  I almost had an orgasm.  We
went to the Temple’s Preparation Chamber just after sunset.  The
temple was deserted.  The slave was already stripped, washed, and
tied spread out to the sturdy X-shaped wooden frame.  Junior
priestesses did it earlier.  We took off our lace gown and
underwear.   His huge cock got hard.  Camile went to the table and
got a bowl of oil.  I poured oil on the slave’s chest.  I had to rub
his whole body with oil.  I did it slowly, my big tits swinging
slightly.  He was getting aroused.  So was I.  Camile stood closely
behind me.   Her body brushed my back slightly from time to time.

The slave’s body was totally covered in flagrant oil, except his cock
and balls.  I stood just in front of his cock, Camile holding my body
from behind.  I dripped a few drops of oil on his cock.  Then I
grabbed his balls and slowly massaged the oil into it.  I had never
touched a man’s balls before.  He mourned with pleasure.  Then I did
the same thing to his huge cock, so hot, so desperate for relieve.
He thrust his hips up and down, fucking my hands.  I had no fear that
he would cum.  All males had to wear the magic cock ring which
stopped them from shooting their loads.

Camile’s hands were stroking my body.  She was kissing me.  I was
still holding the huge cock inches from my pussy.  I wanted to feel
it inside me.  I hesitated.  Nobody told me not to do it.  But I had
seen animals do it before and hard to imagine it invading me.
Finally, I mounted him.  Camile held me, supporting my body.  It was
violent.  Pleasure racked my body.  It went on and on.

When I finally regained control of myself, I was horrified.  What had
I done?  "Nothing", said Camile.  "Slaves are not forbidden
pleasure.  Goddess made them to pleasure us.  Every priestess enjoyed
them the night before.  Many people went to the pleasure houses to
enjoy the slaves.  You just have never enjoyed this pleasure."
Embolden, I mounted him again, this time slower.  After many orgasms,
I realized that Camile did not have any.  I told her it was her
turn.  To my surprise, she refused.  "Tonight is for you."  I  was
spent.  I got oil all over my body.  I put oil on the slave again,
with special attention to the cock and balls.  Then Camile took me
home.

The High Priestess came out, chanting prayer.  Camile and I were
behind her, followed by junior priestesses who carried the slave on
the wooden frame.  Camile carried a golden tray with the gold knife
and a small bottle of sacred oil.  A table had been set on the stone
platform in front of the temple, with candles and incense burning.
Many people were already there.  Castration always draws a big
crowd.  After we said the prayers and made the offering, the High
Priestess made the gesture for me to go ahead.

I walked to the frame, facing the crowd.  Everyone could see the
castration.  Camile handed me the sacred oil.  I grabbed the cock
with my left hand.  He trusted his hip, fucking my hand.  I poured
the oil on his cock head and handed the bottle back to Camile.  I
rubbed the oil on the cock head, chanting the prayer.  I was getting
very excited.  Suddenly, I felt Camile’s hand on my back, calming me
down.  I could not have done it properly without her help.  After the
prayers, I held out my right hand and Camile gave me the knife.

There was no laws or tradition to tell the castrater how to do it.
I talked with Camile many times.  I decided to cut of the cock with
one quick stroke.  I wanted it as big and hard as possible.  The
balls could take their time.  One swift stroke and the cock came off
in my left hand.  I put it on the golden tray Camile held out.  The
crowd cheered, jumping up and down.  I saw something else they could
not see.  His hot white cum, now unrestricted by the magic cock ring,
shot out with the blood.  I grabbed the balls, squeezed them hard a
couple of times, just to see more cum shooting out.  Then I slowly
cut off the sac with the balls in it.  They joined the cock on the
golden tray.  I handed the knife to Camile and took the tray to the
High Priestess.  She put it on the table, in the place of honor.  It
is surrounded by several sets of animal cocks and balls we castrated
earlier that morning.

From my first cock, it took me another three years to finish the
training.  After I became a fully qualifying castrater. Camile told
me the secret.  It was easy to learn all the technique and ceremony,
but hard to control the lust.  That was the real difference between
an apprentice and a fully qualified castrater.  Since then, I had
remained close to Camile.  We are lovers still.  I had trained two
apprentices.  I never became High Priestess.  I did not mind.  I
loved to castrate cocks and balls.


Ontario woman tears off husband's testicles (News item)

STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, True story (News report)

` From the Globe and Mail: `

\---

Gentlemen -- get ready to squirm. It's a story few men can hear without
scrunching their faces, crossing their legs and gasping.

A man from Pickering, east of Toronto, returned home to meet his live-in
girlfriend early yesterday morning.

The man was fresh from his 46th birthday party with friends, but police say
his night was far from over.

Police say the two began to fight, and during the scrap, the woman got a hold
of her partner's testicles and yanked so hard she tore them from his scrotum.

The extent of the damage is unclear.

The man was sent to hospital but there's no word on whether surgery was
successful.

Urologist Philip Klotz says an injury such as this is very rare, especially at
the bare hands of another person.

Klotz says it ``must have been one hell of a pull.''

The woman was arrested and charged with aggravated assault.

Her bail hearing is scheduled for today.

No names have been released.

\---

From another paper:

\---

Love hurts and Barrington Wynn may know it better than anyone.

The 46-year-old Ontario man had his testicles torn off Monday morning, but he
says he deserved it and still loves his wife.

Wynn admitted he arrived home drunk early Monday morning and was slapping his
15-year-old son when his wife grabbed him below the belt, dug in with her
nails and tugged.

Donna Crichton was charged with aggravated assault.

Wynn was taken to hospital in Toronto where doctors froze his wound and
reassembled the family jewels.

But despite his pain, Wynn says he doesn't believe his wife should have been
charged.

Crichton was released on two-thousand dollars bail yesterday.

She's not allowed to have any contact with Wynn as a condition of her bail,
but will continue to live with her kids in Pickering, east of Toronto.

Crichton's lawyer says it's a ``puzzle'' that Wynn wasn't also charged.

Wynn says he isn't leaving his woman for ''nobody in the world.''

* * *


Master's Collection

I received a typed letter in the mail a few days ago.  It didn't
have a return address or even a name.  I read the letter several
times, and I decided to do exactly what it said.

On Saturday night at seven o'clock, I went to the Motel 6 on Dania
Beach Boulevard.  The motel is located about a half mile from the
beach.  It is basically the only building on the small stretch of
road between US 1 and A1A.  There are many tall evergreens on both
sides of the motel.  I went to room 212 and knocked twice on the
door.  I turned the knob and went inside.  I closed and locked the
door behind me.  The room was pitch black except for the crack of
light shining underneath the bathroom door.  I walked toward the
light and opened the door.  I did not turn around to look behind
me.

I went inside the bathroom and closed the door.  I did not lock
it.  I sat down on the toilet lid and removed my shoes and socks.
I pulled my shirt over my head.  I then stood up and pulled my
pants and underwear off.  I picked my clothes up from the floor and
neatly folded and placed them on top of the toilet tank.  I took a
shower concentrating on my crotch and ass.  I got out of the shower
and dried myself off.  An enema preparation had been left for me in
the bathroom.  I applied some petroleum jelly left in the bathroom
to the tip of the enema applicator.  I slowly inserted the enema
into my hole and released the valve to let the warm liquid flow
into me.  When the enema bag had been emptied of all the liquid and
I could hold no more, I lifted the toilet lid and sat down.  I then
repeated the procedure.  After preparing myself, I turned off the
bathroom light and opened the bathroom door.  So far, I had done
everything exactly as I had been told.

I made my way in the dark to the bed farthest from the window and
laid down on my back.  The room temperature was comfortable, but I
started shaking anyway.  A large hand touched me on my chest.  I
jumped and tried to sit up.  The massive hand held me down and
calmly rubbed my chest to soothe my nerves.  My arms were pulled
above my head and fastened to straps attached to the headboard.  I
was frightened of what this person was going to do to me.  My 5"
dick was harder than it had ever been in my life, and I could feel
it standing straight up in the air.  My eyes had not yet adjusted
to the dark, and I was straining to see who was in the room with
me.

A small light came on above my groin.  The top of the light was
covered by a hood so that the light was concentrated on my cock.
Enough light had permeated the room so that I could see at the foot
of the bed a tall, slender figure dressed in black.  I tried to
focus my eyes on the head, but I couldn't see a face.  It appeared
that the head was covered by a hood of black cloth or a mask.  I
finally made out the eyes shining through two holes.  They were
emerald green.  They watched me.  I opened my mouth, but before any
words could escape, my captor made a gesture of silence.

The dark figure moved beside me and wrapped his hand around my
penis.  The feeling was like no other feeling that I have ever
experienced.  That simple move made me feel as if by touching my
penis he had taken from me my entire life.  He had purchased me and
now I belonged to him.  He now knows everything about me, all my
hidden thoughts, my past, my present, and the most frightening
thing of all - my future.

He moved his hand down to my small balls and gently fondled them.
I had learned in this short period of time that this hand belonged
to a very powerful, strong man.  He removed his hand and lifted a
black bag from the floor beside the bed.  He opened his bag and
removed a long, silver, shiny blade.

My eyes got big with fear and I pulled on my restraints.  He
whispered in a deep, masculine, soothing voice, "Lie very still."
I trusted him.  He was in complete control.  He removed shaving
cream from his bag and began to shave the hair from around my dick
and on my balls.  When he was finished, he wiped away the excess
shaving cream with a towel.

He lifted my legs and pulled them above my head.  He fastened my
ankles to two more leather belts that were secured to the
headboard.  My ass and balls were exposed for his use.  He pulled
from his bag a black leather strap that had a buckle on the end and
a ball attached to the center.  I began to protest as my fear
grew.  I wanted to change my decision to come here.  I wanted to go
home.  He put the ball in my mouth and buckled the strap behind my
head.

He pulled a syringe from his black bag.  I felt the sting as he
inserted the needle into my arm and pumped an unknown liquid into
my body.  I remained wide awake, but could no longer feel
anything.  After a few minutes, he returned to the bed and began
shaving the little hairs from around my exposed asshole.  He
brought over to the bed a metal tray that held sterile knives and
scissors. All I could do was look in horror.

He took a small knife from the tray and lowered it toward my
scrotum.  Tears began streaming down my face and my vision became
blurry as he began cutting my scrotum down the middle between my
balls.  He gently reached up with a towel to wipe my tears, but
then went back to work on my testicles.  After completing the cut,
he pulled the skin back on both sides so that my balls popped out
of their casing.  I could see my balls and the cord that kept them
attached to my body.  He picked up the right one and held the
little round ball in his massive long fingers.  He pulled it
further from my body then lowered his head toward my crotch.

As his head came closer to me, he lifted the bottom of his hood to
expose his mouth.  He opened his mouth and put my testicle inside
of it.  I couldn't feel any pain.  I felt only pressure, but
combined with what I was seeing, I began ejaculating all over my
stomach and chest.  I felt as if by sucking on my exposed testicle,
he was causing all of the sperm in it to be shot out.

He took my ball out of his mouth, picked up a pair of scissors from
the metal tray, and snipped the cord that kept it attached to my
body.  I kept screaming, "No! No!"  But the words never escaped my
lips and were heard only by me.  He then did the same to my other
ball.  I thought that I would pass out, but I couldn't.  I tried,
but I couldn't.  I wanted this nightmare to be over.

He placed both of my severed testicles into a small glass jar and
sealed the lid.  He put the jar into his black bag.  He began
sewing up the incision he had made in my scrotum.  My sack was now
empty, only loose skin hung where once my nuts had been.  I prayed
that he would not severe my penis.  When he finished his sewing, he
stepped back from the bed and began removing his clothes.  When he
was completely naked except for the black mask, I noticed he had a
very muscular body. He had a broad chest, narrow waist, was very
well defined and hairy.  I looked at his erect penis.  To my
amazement, he had only an inch protruding from the wiry mass of
hair between his legs.  As my eyes drifted further downward, I
noticed his balls.  His manly sack hung halfway down to his knees.
It was huge!  I couldn't understand how this was possible.  He saw
my surprise and moved closer to the bed and closer to my face.  He
held up his sack and started separating his balls.  But, he had
more than two!  He must have had about 8 or 9 pairs in his
scrotum!

He then got on top of me and inserted his tiny erection into my
anus.  He was careful not to break my stitches in my empty
scrotum.  After squirting his hot man-juice into my warm hole, he
gave me another shot in the arm and I immediately fell asleep.

I awoke several hours later, lying on the beach, with the sun just
beginning to rise over the ocean.  I was completely dressed except
for my shoes and socks.  I was very sluggish at first, wondering
how I had gotten there.  Then I remembered!  The night before!  My
balls!  I got up and made my way to a gas station across the
street.  I went into the men's room and locked the door.  I kept
repeating over and over in my head, "Please let my balls be there!
Please let my balls be there!"  I quickly pulled down my pants and
underwear.  I felt for my balls.  I couldn't feel them!  I pulled
my hand away and there was a little blood on my fingers.  I looked
between my legs.  They were gone!  I started to cry and I just fell
on the floor.

After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door of the men's
room.  I got up, pulled up my pants, and dried my face with some
toilet tissue.  I left the gas station and walked in the direction
of the Motel 6.  After some thought, I became very proud.  Very
proud to have contributed my most important possession to my
Master's collection.


Teen Penises Trapped

PENECTOMY, MINOR, penis mutilation, orgasm denial

Summary: Teen boys penises are permanently bound up so they grow deformed.

` Penis constriction is a way of permanently wrecking the penis of a growing
male. I am pleased to say it is still done in some boys homes and youth
prisons. `

To constrict a penis, first fit a metal ring over the base, pressing into the
abdomen (you will probably have to shave him). It should fit snugly round the
penis. Another ring goes round the shafe and another just behind the glans.
The foreskin is pulled back first on uncircumcized boys. Two wires attached to
this ring are looped over the glans and two more attach it to the ring at the
base. Fuinally the base ring is sown into the skin. The penis is now
completely trapped in snug fitting metal which is never removed.

At first the boy just feels a little uncomfortable. Within a few days he is
very troubled because he cannot masturbate, or even have erections. Then, as
the penis trys to grow rapidly through puberty, it gets hemmed in by the
metal. It bulges out through and the boy watches helplesly as his penis
becomes totally miss-shapen over the long teen years. The rings and wires are
not too thin, about 1 mm so they press against the penis without cutting it.
The rings have a bulge by the urethra so the boy can pee normally. Even if the
metal is removed in adulthood, the penis is premanently deformed and the
wounds where the metal pressed do not fade. With or without the metal on, the
man can not use his penis to satisfy his sexual needs.

Boys homes and other institutions in many countries have used this method on
thousands of young penises and they have refined the process. This is a
version from catholic Eastern Europe.

The boy is fitted on his 13th birthday. For maximum mental and phsyical effect
he is kept chaste before the event, one week for each centimetre of his
erection. On his birthday all the boys are assembled in the main hall. He is
tied naked between two posts, arms and legs spread. The lucky boy is given a
nice birthday present, one last, long erection.The staff stimulate
hiserogenous zones and tickle his genitals with a feather. The erection is
kept going for an hour and then left to slowly subside (the staff make sure
the boy does not cum. If he does he is severely punished and sent back for a
double chastity period and the event is repeated). The frustrated young penis
takes a long time to become totally soft. Once it has completely shrunk back
the rings are fitted. There is only one size of ring and one permitted length,
if a boys penis is too big for his age he is still forced into the standard
size. Boys coming up to 13 sit in the front row so they can see the procedure
in detail. All under 13's are free to masturbate so they discover its joys and
develop their sex urges like any other male. But they know what is going to
happen to them.

The boy remains standing while the other boys are forced to file past and hold
his genitals in their hands for a few seconds each. Nobody speaks to him at
any time during the ceremony. He is then taken to the over 13's dormitory. The
only teen boys dormitory where nodoby ever masturbates. Here the older boys up
to 21 show him the long term effects of the metal constraints on their
penises.

I would love to discuss this with anyone interested.

* * *


Campout

Summary: a camping trip turns into a nightmareby dolphinracer aka psycho bitch

` It started out as a normal camping trip for Steve and lover Nick. Also along
on their trip were their two closest friends Lisa and Tiffany, who were
lesbians. `

The four found the perfect spot in a secluded wooded area with a small lake.
After pitching their tents, one for the girls and one for the guys, they all
decided to go swimming. None of them brought bathing suits, for they had all
seen each other naked before and thought nothing of it. They were in the lake
skinny dipping and slashing each other playfully when two police officers
walked over to their campsite. The officers looked at the tents, and then the
group of friends.

"This is private property" The taller police officer said.

"We didn't see any signs" Steve told him.

"Hey, I know you" the shorter police officer said to him. "You're that little
faggot from town."

Tiffany spoke up in defense of her friend. "That's not a very nice word" She
said. "Besides, what has he ever done to anyone?"

"Shut up you little fag lover" the cop snapped. " I want the two fags out of
that lake NOW"

Steve and Nick waded out of the lake, dripping wet and shivering because the
sun had gone behind a cloud. The taller cop grabbed Steve and cuffed his hands
behind his back as the shorter cop grabbed Nick and did the same thing to him.
They then threw the guys down on the ground and took turns kicking Steve in
the nuts. Tiffany and Lisa kept yelling at the cops to stop, but the evil
policemen paid no attention to them and continues their brutal assaults to the
men.

The tall cop pulled out what at first glance looked like a gun. Lisa took a
closer look and saw that it was a nailgun. The cop pointed the nail gun at
Steve's balls and fired a nail thru each nut. The girls were huddled together
crying as the cops laughed at Steve, who was wailing from the pain. The cop
then turned the nailgun on Nick and fired two nails into his sac.

The smaller cop pulled out a knife and sliced their dicks into two halves,
laughing at the crying men.

The cops looked at each other. " I think our work here is done" one of them
said. "You girls need to watch who you pick as friends." With that, they
walked off laughing.

Lisa ran over to Steve and Tiffany to Nick. They each wrapped their arms
around the man they had chosen and helped him walk back to their car to nurse
their wounded groins.

Later that night, after a frantic Lisa broke every speed limit to get the men
to the hospital, they stood in the room the men shared.

"We talked to the police and they said there have been several attacks on gay
men by two men dressed as policemen." she told them.

"They apparently are former cops who were let go because of their treatment to
gay men." Tiffany added. "I promise, this is not the end of this. We will get
these gay bashers and punish them accordingly."

to be continued

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One boy's Loss

Summary: I belong to a ring of other Masters that own one or more boy(s) who fight each other to unmercilous lengths to win the honor of their Masters. The following article desbribes the prize that was offered to the winning Master.

` In our negotiations, the other Masters and I decided that if our boy won, we
would receive the lossing boys for the remainder of the night, no holds...or
holes...barred. 'Buzz' as the Dominants called him, 'Master Jon' as he was
called by his and the other boys, was staying with me for the weekend. We met
in Amsterdam during Leather Days four or five years prior, and he was eager
for me to meet his latest boy. Jon's boy, Michael, had been an exceptionally
devoted and loyal slave for three years, and only the month prior to their
visit Michael had given his testicles to Buzz during a castration ceremony. `

The last match was between my boy and Buzz's, and it was by far the most
unmercilous and longest, with my boy winning, but barely. Buzz's boy submitted
to me for the evening, and gave me one of his testicles which had been
preserved with liquid nitrogen. Prior to enjoying the pain-racked body of
Buzz's property, I had my slave have sex with the loser...my boy the Top for
once...before I forced Buzz's slave to swallow the testicle he had given me.

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Sort of For Bboy

Summary: A boy. A cock. A knife.

` It is so easy to think about this. The way it should have gone. The way it
should have finished. `

But nothing is so easy. So often life just does its own thing and we end up
with what we really wanted regardless of what we thought we wanted.

This is the story of Ricky and Jamie. Two boys, just playing and changing
their lives forever. Not because they wanted to, but simply because it was
meant to be.

A boy. A cock. A knife. Sometimes things can get so out of hand.

We've all been there. The silly games under the duvet. The 'I bet you won't'
games that can get out of hand.

He was Jamie, 13, and I was Ricky, 14. A year older, but not necessarily
wiser.

It is easy to get things wrong when you are young and naive.

We got drunk. Dad's liqour from the cupboard when he was out line dancing.

And we decided to play a game.

Being horny as hell at 13 and 14 is not too difficult.

It started out easily. Just a game. Nothing serious.

But then suddenly the game got rough. Somehow we decided that the stakes had
to get higher. I was bigger and so I called the shots. I got a knife from the
cupboard.

We'd play for blood stakes. And it started with the finger cutting as all
school boy games start. Blood brothers and all that crap.

Jamie lost. He always lost.

Then we (or me mainly) thought we'd raise the ante.

Palms. Cool. And painful. Jamie lost again.

What about if he lost, he should take his pants off?

I liked that. I wanted to fuck him but never said anything about it.

You couldn't. Rep and all that. But here was a chance.

I said if he lost again he must take off his pants. He agreed.

I secretly think he wanted it.

He threw the dice. And I lost. I took off my pants.

We threw again. Now he was naked and so was I.

I said if he lost again, I would cut his cock a little with the knife. He
ummed and ahhed and then said ok.

Whoa I thought. I get to cut him. He said if I lost he could cut me.

Ok. That's fair. I threw the dice. Jamie was so pissed I fixed the dice before
he saw them

Next thing I know I am holding his cock in my hand and a knife in e other.
Wow!

Suddenly things chaned. We were both drunk and sitting face to face, naked. I
held the knife to his cock and he just looked at me.

It wasn't a game any more. I knew we were doing something amazing.

His look just said yes. And I held the knife there. Right under his cock,
looking into his eyes.

I pressed the knife against the underside of his cock. I pushed and drew
blood. He closed his eyes. Waiting for the pain.

I looked at him. His eyes closed. Waiting for me to cut his cock off. I pushed
a bit more. It cut deeper.

Then I put the knife down and kissed him.

...........this story is not over............

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The Prey

Summary: Man has one last chance to escape......

` The women had promised him an hour head=start but his hugely fattened body
was exhausted. His 6 month captivity had consisted of non-stop fattening
meals, and the castration performed on him by the women had added to his
girth. He mulled over in his mind the choice he had been given- a lifetime of
slavery as a eunuch,or the chance to escape.he had not been told the
consequences of capture but the fattening process must be for a reason.. `

He regained his strength and slowly followed the forest path.Suddenly he heard
voices-in the open field alongside the wooded

area-It was the women! he knew he could not outrun them so he lowered himself
into gully alongside the path and silently awaited them....The women stopped
almost directly above him. They sensed his presence nearby. Each was slim and
muscular, their sinewy muscles in contrast to the fat enveloped body of their
prey. Miraculously they continued along the path.

He waited till night fall and slowly climbed up the steep hill. His fattened
obese body winded and exhausted. He caught a whiff of camp-fire-the women had
settled in for the nighr nearby. Caught in a maze of indecision he decided to
continue along the path.Suddenly a net fell upon him....His fat body covered
with the damp coarse material he saw the women appear.....

They prodded him toward their camp. "yes he is one of our fattest" the slim
blond leader said..The fear mounted in him as he saw the fate awaiting him- a
huge fire and over it a spit...The women squeezed the fat rolls of blubber
hanging off him and placed the order for the soon to be roasted man flesh...

The blond woman approached him. "considering your size and fear you made a
good attempt to escape. We offer you this choice- a quick death and then your
fattened body as our meal...Or 6 more months of fattening and then you become
our annual feast..And your penis is removed by me...Now...Choose!

The young women of the colony passed by the "fattening cage" daily.....The now
enormous immobile eunuch was encased in fat-the rolls covering his smooth
cockless and balless body...

The blond leader licked in her lips in anticipation of the feast....

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Villa Adorus: The Roman Sperm Bath

Summary: The story of Villa Adorus. One of Rome's most celebrated sperm bath.

Villa Adorus: The Roman Sperm Bath

As was the custom for many wealthy men of Ancient Rome, public
bathing offered both a social and hygienic solution to the problems
associated with life in 100 AD. What most casual readers or even
academics do not realize was the proliferance of private sperm
baths offered at certain select baths and many brothels.

One such sperm bath was operated for well over 200 years by a
series of familial owners outside of Rome. Its name was Villa
Adorus and this is the story of how it operated.

 Situated on a little more that a hectare of rural land, Villa
Adorus was beautifully landscaped and architecturally adorned to
please the most refined client. Beneath this marble column edifice
was a natural hot spring, which fed a constant supply of warm fresh
water to each of 20 private rooms, which were richly decorated and
very comfortable. A golden tub shaped as a fanciful Lion was the
focal point of each private room, as was the beautiful statuary and
wall adornments featuring erotic art of every conceivable type and
fetish.

In the center of this spectacular villa, was a large rectangular
room, which was the Milking room. Next to it was a small-attached
room called the Harvest Room. Further away from the Villa Adorus
was a vast slave quarters which housed the 2000 slaves from which
the sperm was collected. The Romans were clever business owners and
over the years the proprietors of Villa Adorus had learned through
trial and error that the most copious amounts of spermatozoa were
produced by young teen males aged 13 – 19 years old. Therefore,
only slaves of this age were purchased at the slave markets in
Rome. Many races of slaves were represented, most of Roman descent
but many from North Africa and the surrounding Mediterranean
conquests. Some from as far North as present day France and England.

The Milking Room was used to provide each of the 20 private rooms
with a constant on demand supply of fresh sperm for the client
bathers. As each Golden Tub could hold up to 17 gallons of sperm,
the Milking Room was in production 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Each sperm slave had to be milked a minimum of 7 times per day in
order to keep up with the constant demand for wholesome fresh
sperm. The layout of the Milking Room resembled that of a small
factory. Every few minutes a shift of up to75 sperm slaves were
ushered in by guards and took their places around a series of
dozens of round collection bowls which were on white marble
pedestals standing 4 feet high. Approximately 7 slaves would
surround the bowl, and immediately begin masturbation. As most of
the sperm slaves had been carefully screened for sexual prowess
upon purchase, the ejaculation of semen was always accomplished in
10 minutes or less. Much like an assembly line, as soon as one
sperm slave had finished shooting his load of semen into the bowl,
he was quickly replaced by another, and then another. When a bowl
was full, it was quickly delivered fresh and hot to the waiting
bather. And so in this fashion, enough sperm was milked to fill the
tubs of bathers, as well as gourmets of sperm who not only wished
to bath but also drink. Some clients, while soaking in the fresh
sperm also enjoyed watching through a small glass window which
allowed them a view into the Milking Room. Clients could also
arrange to have selected sperm slaves brought directly into their
cubicle so that they could drink the semen fresh from the source or
replenish the tubs contents with fresh semen. This commanded a
higher fee, but was enjoyed by many clients.

The useful lifespan of a sperm slave seldom lasted beyond the
nineteenth year. By then, sperm production was beginning to wane
and the penis which had been milked so many tens of thousands of
times in the space of only a few years had begun to lose its beauty
and perfect shape. When the day came that the usefulness for a
slave had ended, the small Harvesting Room was employed. Here on an
elevated marble slab, the slave was restrained by four guards until
the attending physician could harvest the enormous testicles of the
boy. Though the slave’s sperm production had declined, there was
still a strong market among the sperm bather clients for fresh
human testicles. When a client was hungry after a bath, fresh
testicles could be consumed upon demand and served either raw or
cooked. Clients could also take part in the castration if they so
desired and in fact could consume the fresh testes in front of the
eunuch from which they had been harvested. The technique for
gelding was simple. The sperm slave, after being restrained was
places on his hands and knees with the head in a lowed position,
legs spread apart. Some client’s would amuse themselves by milking
the slave one last time and consuming the life-giving liquid on the
spot, or could position themselves in front of the slaves head,
allowing the slave to sodomise the client during the procedure.
Leather straps were tied to secure the young gelding. A sharp razor
knife was employed to open the scrotum from top to bottom revealing
the large orbs, which had produced so much sperm in their young
life. Quickly the physician cut each cord, and removed the
testicle. A white-hot cauterizing iron was used to stop bleeding
and then after the second testicle had been removed, the gelding’s
scrotum was sewn back in place.
After several weeks of recuperation, the eunuch slaves were either
sold back into the slave markets for domestic or sexual purposes,
or kept to work in the Villa.

And this was the life enjoyed at Villa Adorus. Those who lived in
the nearby countryside said that even years after the Villa was
finally closed by the last of its owners, the smell of human sperm
still permeated the warm Roman air.

N. O'Hara


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#  Dungeon Vixens

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    Two women drag in a man and presents him to a woman in dressed in
    tight leather dominatrix attire.
    "What do we have here?" The leader of the group asked.
    "Some looser we bagged coming out of a club... he didn't know what
    hit him."  The three strip off the man's clothing and tie him onto
    an x-frame mounted on the wall. The leader places a ball-gag over
    the man's head so he won't make any disturbing noises.  The leader
    hands the two sharp edged scissors, and they trim the man's pubic
    hair to a short length.   They put the scissors down and pick up a
    can of saving cream.  The one on the left sprays cream over the
    man's cock and balls then the other begins the shave the rest of
    the hair off.  The man shivers and squirms and she runs over a nick
    with the razor.  The leader whips off the excess cream with a cold
    wet hand towel and the man shiver once more.  She produces a sharp
    scalpel and makes two cuts, one on each side of his scrotum.  Two
    streams of blood drip down from his sac.  He squirms ever more and
    tries to move, but he can't.  She signals the other two women and
    they reach into his sac with tongs and each pull out a testicle.
    The leader licks her red lips and bends down to place her mouth
    over the man's seven-inch cock.  The other two begin sucking on the
    man's testicles and licking up the dripping blood.  The two women
    moan and finger their clits as their leader bobs her head slowly up
    and down.  The man some orgasms, shooting a wad of cum all over the
    leader's face.  His dick still remains as hard as ever.
    "I hope you enjoyed that, because the next is what we do for fun."
    The leader says.  The other two spit out the man's testicles and
    let them hang by their cords. They then tie a thin piano string
    around his cock and balls.  The sting is connected to a bucket.
    Above the x-frame is a water faucet.  The leader turns the knob and
    lets the faucet slowly drip water into the bucket.  As the bucket
    gets heavier and heavier the piano string gets tighter and tighter,
    cutting into the flesh of the helpless man's cock and the
    connecting cords of his balls.  He screams in agony through the
    ball-gag, but it is only a muffled moan.  The bucket is now half
    full with water and the metal string slices through his cords, his
    testicles fall into the bucket making a small splash.  The veins of
    the man's cock bulge out on the surface.  The leader twist a rubber
    band tightly around the man's dick so no more blood leaves the
    man's swelled dick.  An agonizing ten minutes later the bucket
    falls to the floor as well as the man's dick.  The leader lights a
    candle and pours melted wax on the cut end of the dick.  The wax
    dries and seals it so no more blood drips out.
    "This will serve me perfectly."  The leader unzips the leather flap
    that covers her tight pussy.  He rubs the cock head over her cunt
    slowly and then enters it into her vagina.  She brings it in and
    out moaning with pleasure as she rakes it over her g-spot.  She
    brings her self to three powerful orgasms in a row.  When she is
    down she tosses to one of the other two so they can play with their
    new toy.  The leader reaches into the bucket and grabs the
    testicles.  She looks up and sees that he passed out.  She puts
    both of the balls into her mouth an begins sucking on them while
    she fingers her clit with her thumb and fore-finger.  She them
    spits out the balls into her hand and places them into her pussy.
    She zips up the leather crouch flap and rubs her thighs together,
    she moans as the balls rub tightly against her vagina walls and
    move deeper up inside her.  She looks back at the other two women
    and one is sucking on the cock while crouching over the other's
    face, being eaten out.   She removes the cock to say.
    "We should do this more often."
    "Yeah, how about next week?" The leader says.  "Be sure to get a
    bigger guy, you two can handle them."  The other giggles and hands
    the cock to the woman below her as moves to give her clit a tongue
    lashing.

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More Than One Can Chew

Summary: Kyle met his match one day finding a change in life was going to be needed.

` My brother Kyle when back in his teen years had this paper route delivering
the local newspaper. He would bike the route rather than drive Mom's car
saying he got his exercise. `

As memory tells it was one day in Fall when the streets were wet and leaves
falling made everything quite slippery. Kyle was out doing his route when
passing Mrs. Bucklote's home her giant Airdale Sam ran out and after Kyle
peddling legs.

A swift kick in the chops is what Kyle offered but with the leaves and wet he
soon found himself laying flat on his back. The bike went one way while Kyle
rolled the other. It was when he awoke the problem lay directly before him.

Sam feeling not too thrilled about getting kicked in the jaw was even then
laying there by Kyle. The giant size dog had his teeth bared and lips high
growling and letting Kyle know his thoughts.

Try as dear Brother might he could not inch away from the big mut. The dog lay
there crouched down and ready to strike.

As Kyle tried to get up it became rather apparent his right foot or ankle was
broken. The swelling and pain told him he was in trouble. Now jumping about on
one foot and try after failed try to get his bike under him for a slow ride
home the dog had other ideas.

Then in a lunge which will mark Kyle for life the giant Airdale chomped into
Kyle's groin barring down hard as teeth punched holes in a dozen touchy
places.

One's first reaction might be to fight or even run but you can't get far or
fast on a broken ankle. Worse of course is those sharp teeth of the big doggy
jammed into Kyle's penis, testicles, and crotch.

Scream, I'm told by those who lived near by that brother did let out a yell!

The dog's owner was needed to coax it for releasing Kyle's tender parts but it
was the dog who shook his head and tore loose what brother called dear.

Three big chews and a swallow sent brother Kyle's male parts into an Airdale's
guts to be soon made into dog shit. The hospital offered him little help other
than to make him a plastic pecker to pee thru. He's marked for life but has
this thing about finding giant Airdale dogs and taking a firm bite out of
their furry groins.

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Cut and Dried

STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, Extreme Fantasy Fun

Summary: Kimmy’s “package” arrives …

` `

This Classy Bitch just got off the chat room with her extreme fantasy phone
sex friend, Kimmy. “I haven’t had a good CBT call all week,” she complained.

She was, however, happy to receive a promised post-mortem package, described
in _Suffocation by Cock_ , so her jewelry chest will soon have gold-plated
gonad earrings. Real conversation “pieces,” so to speak.

The scrotum will be dried and tanned, she hopes, and cut into three pieces for
a micro-mini string bikini. Personally, I think just the bra would be best,
because Kimmy has a beautiful smooth-shaven pussy that should always be seen.

Yes, her young tits are nice too, but having the hard little nipples covered
with small swatches of scrotum cloth will be a great look for her. Now, she’s
almost ready with a unique, self-designed full ceremonial wardrobe for real
sessions of extreme domination. It’s hard to believe that such a cute young
thing can be so charmingly cruel.

She’s a bargain babe at two bucks a minute. I’m her friend, but she even
charges me to phone chat about her extreme adventures. Her pictures and phone
number are on www dot kimmy4phone dot com in case you’re interested in seeing
and hearing for yourself.

A cock head (also to be gold-plated by her friendly “we’ll dip anything”
jeweler) is all Kimmy is missing to make a kute and kinky necklace to decorate
her kute and kinky kleavage. She has a caller that followed the _Glans
Removal_ story on eunuch dot org, and her missing link is supposed to be in
the mail.

When her fem-dom costume is complete, she has ten worshipping slaves she will
gather around a midnight bon fire for a 24-hour banding party.

Kimmy’s klaim to be a trophy hunter seems real. Is she just a dream, or will
she soon supply the inspiration for the eunuch dot org story she plans to
write herself?

Here’s her title: “99 Bags of Balls on the Wall.”

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“Take One Down

and Pass it Around …”

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#  A Perfect Marriage - for her!!

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    It had been a short, informal ceremony. Ben and Andie had been
    married in the registry office. They were now driving out into the
    countryside, Ben at the wheel, on the way to their honeymoon.

    Suddenly, a motorcycle pulled out ahead of them. The rider , all
    clad in black, pulled out a silencered pistol and  pointed it at
    Ben. "Pull over!" he (?) said.

    Ben did so, and the rider came up to them. In an unmistakeably
    female voice, she ordered them to leave the car and march into the
    woods.

    She ordered Ben to drop his trousers and underpants, exposing a
    long, slim penis and heavy testicles.  Then she pulled out a small
    penknife and threw it to Andie. "Castrate him," she said
    curtly, "and bring his balls to me."

    "No..please!!" cried Andie and Ben at once. "Your choice," said the
    rider. "If you don't do it, woman, I'll shoot him in the kneecaps
    and then in the balls. You are going to have a eunuch husband, do
    you want a disabled one as well?"

    Ben looked at Andie, and nodded, tearfully. Andie picked up the
    penknife and stuck out one of the blades.  She cut Ben's scrotum
    open leaving his testicles hanging out on each side of his
    penis. "The blade's rusty.." she said,"This would give him an
    infection if I used it to cut off his balls.....!"  "Then use your
    teeth!" snapped the rider. "Stop wasting my time!"

    Tearfully, Andie knelt and bit into the cord of Ben's left ball,
    severing it. She turned to the rider an asked, "Isn't that enough?"

    "NO!!" she screamed. "I want BOTH!! Do it!!"

    Andie, sobbing gently, bit off Ben's remaining ball. He let out a
    strangely high-pitched howl as he became a eunuch.

    "Give them to me!!" snapped the rider. Andie picked up Ben's
    seveered testicles and placed them in the rider's gloved palm. The
    rider then shot out the tyres of their car, got on her bike and
    went.

    Ben collapsed. Andie pulled out her mobile, and called an
    ambulance. A quarter of an hour later, she was holding the hand of
    her unconscious husband in the back of the ambulance.

    She thought to herself, it had all worked out as planned. She had
    castrated her husband with her bare teeth, and he coudn't hold it
    against her. She had a husband to satisfy her traditionally-minded
    employers and her homophobic parents- a husband who wouldn't
    constantly pester her for sex. Even if his sex urge survived his
    castration, she'd feed him ground birth control pills to keep him
    impotent and docile.

    And as soon as he was admitted to hospital, and sedated...Andie
    would go to their honeymoon suite, where her girlfriend Siobhan,
    (who'd carried out the hijacking on her bike), would be waiting.

    They would have a mindblowing fuck, and then dine off a stew made
    out of Ben's severed balls.

    Andie coul

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Bruno's Fleshy Clit Fetish

Summary: Kat almost gets her castration fantasy fulfilled, But Bruno is intent on leaving her unsatisfied

Bruno had tied Kat down the moment she arrived. He smiled and surveyed her
body. She was wonderfully pear-shaped, with small breasts and a nice round
ass. He decided to start by fucking her in the ass. Lube was in a drawer next
to the piercing equpiment, but he just spat on her asshole and then plunged
right in. His enormous cock strained to shove inside her. Kat, however, was
aroused by this and Bruno could tell when her clit started to perk up. Fucking
her ass caused her clit to become sensitive he knew, but she would not orgasm
from it. He pulled out before he himself came, because recently his right to
orgasm had been temporarily revoked. The last thing he needed was for Serena
to hack his cock off in the PIT for misbehavior. They didn't call it the
Prisoner Insolence Torture level for nothing.

He looked at Kat's pulsating clit and pinched it, hard. He felt the fleshy
folds between his fingers as he began to massage her rosebud. He could tell
she was coming close to orgasming, so he slapped her clit firmly. He punished
her clit several times more before he pinched it again and put a large, heavy
clamp on it.

Kat had a particularly voluptuous clitoral hood and labia. The best kind to
play with and torture, he thought. Even more fun, though, to cut off. This was
Bruno's fetish. He thought about how satisfying it would be to just cut that
wonderfully fleshy clit clean off. Even better to make it slow and painful. He
would have to ask Brutus (who, for the record, ran this sick operation)later
if her could cut Kat's clit. He immediately became hard just thinking about
holding that scalpel in his hand. He regained his composure by flogging her
clamped genitals with a whip, making the clamp wiggle back and forth.

He was rather proud that he could still get hard with no balls. Serena had
castrated him during a PIT session. Luckily, Brutus was allowing him to grow
them back, but not for another two weeks.

He unclamped Kat's throbbing clit and began massaging it again. After only a
few moments he slapped her clit again, causing her to thrust her hips up.

"Kat, my dear, I would like nothing more than to take my little knife and cut
away all this," as he massaged her labia and clit gently. He paused on her
clit and, pulling back the hood, pinched it hard and continued to squeeze.

"I want to cut your little clit right off." He said, as he felt her clit
starting to pulsate with arousal. Kat did, in fact, have a castration fantasy.
He slapped her clit again.

"No coming." Kat was allowed to orgasm- but only if the session Dom allowed
her to, which Bruno certainly was not in the mood for. He played with the
scalpel, running it lightly across her inner things and then across her clit.
suddenly he pulled her hood back and made a small cut into the tip of her
throbbing clit. She convulsed with mixed pain and pleasure. He continued to
make small cuts in the folds of her labia, but made no motion to actually
castrate her.

"You WANT me to cut your clit off, don't you?" She nodded. He slapped her clit
carelessly and it stung.

"Too fucking bad. No satisfaction for you today." She mentally sighed. She
always fantasized while masturbating about getting declitted. She wanted it
all off. Nevertheless, she was CERTAIN that she could provoke Serena into
doing it. She almost came just thinking about Serena with her evil grace
cutting into her bud, but Bruno spanked her clit again.

"I'm just gonna let you think about getting your clit!" Slap! "Cut!" Slap!
"Off." Slap! "And maybe next time I'll do it."

His cock was so hard he could barely stand it. He wanted nothing more than to
just fucking castrate this little slut right here. He stopped himself from
coming with the thought of Serena giving him a penectomy. He pinched Kat's
clit once more and then ended the session.

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Men With Penises Now in the Minority

Summary: A fictional news story about penislessness in the future.

` Men With Penises Now in the Minority `

AD 2120

For the first time, in a trend that will reshape the destiny of the sexes,
more men lack penises than have them.

Estimates show that just over half of America's men have been born without the
once-defining characteristic of males. Genetic engineering is phasing them out
in a trend applauded by women and men alike.

"This is a milestone in sexual engineering," said geneticist Laura Smith. "The
average man is now incapable of penetrating a woman. Men are happier, more
compliant, and able to let women control their sexuality."

In some places, a penis is an oddity. On nude beaches, they are no-shows. Few
men dare to show them among today's assertive, powerful women and their fellow
men.

Many young girls admit it's a disconcerting thing to see on a man.

"I'm so used to seeing men with nothing but a little sac between their legs,"
said one 16-year-old. "That's the way it should be. On one first date last
year, I reached into my boyfriend's pants and felt that awful thing. It
freaked me out. Now, I make sure to find out before we get too far with each
other."

Sexual behavior has radically changed over the past decades. The dominant
activity is for men to perform oral sex on their girlfriends and wives. Women
buy strap-ons with the enthusiasm they once reserved for vibrators. Men have
transformed themselves

from penetrators to penetratees. Sexual engineering has allowed men's rectums
to become stretchier, thus making them good candidates for anal sex, which
they have overwhelmingly embraced.

Threesomes involving two men and a woman are so common that there are no
X-rated movies made without them. Men are very comfortable loving other men.
Most adult movies show men rubbing their penisless crotches together.

Rape is down 85% over the past century. Indeed, female rape of men is up, a
trend likely to continue as men's posteriors have become so much more
vulnerable.

This engineering has also created interesting twists. Many men and women are
now born without body hair.

"That's one of the things I like best," says Sherry, a 24-year-old writer. "I
don't have to be offended by stinky balls when I touch a man."

Many women are now engineered with large clitorises through which they can
urinate. Men find this very attractive. Indeed, men's urinals are becoming
less common in men's rooms and more common in women's rooms. Most men now sit
to urinate.

The women's movement was largely behind the gradual loss of the penis. In
their quest to create a better world, women had, as one put it, "no time to
cater to those things. They're always so demanding. And they call us women
demanding." Eventually, women came to see men's organs as useless and
irrelevant. So mothers programmed their sons to be born without them. Now, a
generation of men is finding relief in being penisless down there.

"I look at some guys I know, and they're just slaves to their penises," says
Mark, a computer programmer. "I'm so glad I have no desire to stick anything
of mine into a woman the way these guys do."

And the move is on to rid the world of penises that already exist. Penectomies
are cheaper than ever. Penis-cutting is officially allowed as a penalty for
rape, with the victim allowed to do the cutting. Women who cut them off out of
spite are rarely prosecuted. Female singers routinely sing about wishing their
men would cut theirs off, as in the song "Be a Man" by The Dominants:

I'm telling you it's not enough,

To show me that thing when you're in the buff.

Cut it off, cut if off

You'll know I'm happy

And I'll know you're really tough,

When you cut it off.

Be a man. Be a man.

Some women even refuse to marry a man unless he first cuts off his penis.

When penectomies are figured into the totals, about 65% of today's men lack
their male appendages.

Estimates are that by 2240, the human penis will be extinct.

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IT GOES

Summary: My wife made an appointment for me with a sex counselor, who examined me, made a few notes and said I would receive something in the mail, to review it and bring it back to her to witness my signature. Below is the documunt I received.

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IT GOES

Institute for Therapeutic Genital Organ Excision Surgery

I, the undersigned, have been referred to the IT GOES clinic because my
genital organs are inadequate and non functional. I agree to not expect or ask
my wife or any female to touch my penis ever again. I am allowed, and even
encouraged to do cunnilingus and fellatio as often as I can so I will be
prepared for my post surgical outcome. My penis is found to even be too small
for standard penile inversion male to female sex change surgery. Therefore I
have been referred to IT GOES for the following procedures. I have been
advised to avoid masturbation, so that my prostate gland swells for easier
surgical identification and removal. These procedures are: removal of right
and left testicle, and total penectomy, including penile root and prostate
gland removal, scrotal conversion to false labia, and section of colon
resection to form a false vagina, re-routing of urethral opening, insertion of
breast implants, vocal cord revision to achieve higher pitch voice, and
reduction of adam’s apple protrusion.
I have been informed of risks and side effects, such as infection and death
which can be risk for any surgical procedure. I will of course be sterile, I
understand I will no longer have the ability to orgasm, but accept that a
successful surgical outcome will now allow intercourse which I am not now
capable of.

My signature below grants IT GOES rights to schedule and perform these
surgeries whenever and wherever and in any order deemed necessary as
facilities to perform the surgery become available. Since operating rooms may
only be available at diverse locations at unusual times due to need for
extreme privacy for the IT GOES surgical team, and without prior notice, I
understand that I may have to be whisked away at any time by the team without
prior knowledge and grant them permission to do so. I understand this is a
permanent document, once signed is non-revocable.

Client:_______________________

IT GOES team witness:_____________________

Date document in force:

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