Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 53

Summary: Matthew learns the secret of mind control.

Chapter 53

‘I told him I let you.’

Matthew had pulled off the road, pulled off the road out to the highway,
pulled off onto an old logging track and followed it until it opened out into
a wide glade. He had turned the car on the grass, and stopped, and he had
wound the windows down. They were surrounded by forest. And the only sound
they could hear was the sound of birds.

They hadn’t spoken, hadn’t said a single word since Lukas had come back from
Rodney’s house. He had been gone for more than an hour. And when he returned,
Matthew had picked up his stuff and led the way to the car, already dressed in
his shorts and T-shirt.

He had supposed Lukas would follow.

Matthew had pulled the car off the road, after fifteen minutes or so of
driving, had parked in the grassy glade, and stopped, hit the button for the
windows.

‘So what did you say to Rodney?’ he said, knowing that his voice sounded
angry, harsh.

‘I told him I let you.’

‘Cut your nuts off?’

‘Touch me.’

Matthew thought for a moment. ‘Did you tell him about your nuts?’

‘No.’

‘Do you think he knows?’

‘How could he?’

‘I thought he might have seen something.’

Lukas shook his head.

‘What did he say?’

‘He said I didn’t understand.’

Matthew nodded, biting his lips, and then he raised his fingers to his bottom
lip, and took them away, to see if it was still bleeding.

‘He said you were trying to fuck him.’

Matthew nodded again, and frowned. ‘How could I have been?’ he said. ‘I was
touching you.’

Lukas nodded.

‘I didn’t do anything.’

‘Well you must have done something. He said you pulled his shorts down and
stuck your cock in his arse.’

‘How could I have?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘I didn’t even know he was there. I think I just brushed up against him or
something. My hand probably brushed his arse.’

Lukas said nothing.

‘Don’t you believe me?’

‘I don’t know what to think.’

Matthew exploded. ‘Well how could I have done it Lukas? I was right up against
the board touching you!’

‘He said you did.’

Matthew turned to him and screamed. ‘How the fuck could I have?’

Lukas pulled his head back and put his hand on the door. He opened the door
and got out, closing it behind him.

‘Shit!’ Matthew said.

He got out of the car.

‘Where are you going?’

Lukas shrugged but kept walking away.

Matthew rushed up behind him and grabbed his hand. He spun him around and
pushed him to the ground.

‘Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.’

Lukas looked frightened.

Matthew ran his fingers through his hair.

The cicadas in the glade started up – one, three, eight thousand – making a
deafening sound that made Matthew feel insane. He felt as though the world was
turning, as though he was on the very edge, on the very edge of a precipice
and about to fall. He held his hands on his head and screamed, screaming at
Lukas with all his might.

Lukas looked confused, worried and frightened all at the same time.

If Matthew had an axe, he would have hefted it into Lukas’ body.

He turned around, and walked back towards the car, with his hands planted in
his hair.

He stopped halfway there.

‘Shut up!’ he screamed at the forest.

The insects stopped. A single bird whistled. And then there was silence. A
gentle breeze ruffled the trees, and a cloud fell over the sun, throwing the
clearing into shade.

Matthew got back into the car and sat there, sobbing.

When a long time had passed, the passenger door opened unexpectedly, and Lukas
got into the car.

‘Are you alright?’ he said.

Matthew nodded, but he felt like hugging Lukas. And tears were dripping out of
his eyes.

‘I don’t care,’ Lukas said.

Matthew wiped his eyes and stared at his knees. His cock, insanely, was hard.
He had a fleeting impression, a brief idea, that he had become a different
person lately, that he had become someone awful, and hateful, a person he’d
never been, a person who was going insane, but it passed.

‘I mean, I’d rather if you didn’t, but I can’t stop you.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Fucking Rodney.’

‘I didn’t try to fuck him, okay?’

Lukas nodded. ‘He said he’s going to get you, you know?’

Oh, that was gold! Matthew threw his head back with his mouth open. ‘He’s
going to get me, is he?’

Lukas nodded.

‘Does he know where I live? Does he know my name? Does he know anything about
me?’

Lukas opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and shook his
head.

‘You know he planted his cock in your arse that day in the change room? I
don’t suppose that matters?’

‘I didn’t mind.’

‘Well of course you didn’t fucking mind, you stupid little faggot. You’d like
any guy’s cock up your arse, wouldn’t you?’

Lukas turned his head down and turned it towards the passenger window. He
muttered, ‘Only yours.’

Matthew nodded to himself. Fuck he was going to cut this little prick’s cock
off. Whether he fucking wanted it or not.

‘So what did you talk to him so long about then?’ he said. ‘You were gone for
more than an hour.’

‘He made me a cup of tea. In a pot and everything, and we sat out the back, on
the porch.’

‘Oh, he’s a fucking saint, isn’t he Lukas? He made you a cup of tea. He didn’t
put his hand round your shoulder, or put it around your waist. Or touch you
arse? He didn’t slip his hand into your groin, did he?’

Lukas said nothing.

‘He didn’t have a little feel?’

Lukas didn’t answer, but he swallowed.

‘He’s a right fucking nut.’

Again, Lukas said nothing.

‘I’ll cut his fucking gear off if he ever comes anywhere near me, the fucking
fruitcake.’

Lukas nodded, but he wasn’t agreeing.

‘Where’s your phone?’

‘What?’

‘Where’s your phone?’

Lukas pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to Matthew.

Matthew found Rodney’s number. He blocked it, and deleted it, and then he
handed the phone back to Lukas.

Lukas frowned at it. He looked through his contacts and put it away.

‘You didn’t tell him your address did you?’

‘No.’

‘You didn’t tell him mine?’

‘No.’

‘Well, we’re not coming up here again. You understand that?’

Lukas nodded. He started to say something, but stopped.

‘What?’

‘He said he knew who you were.’

‘What?’

‘He said he’d find you. He said you had something that ought to be his.’

‘Yeah. Your cock.’

‘What?’

‘Don’t worry. He’s a fucking fruit.’ Matthew started the engine.

When they had turned onto the highway and were nearing the Exxon, Lukas said,

‘You probably should get some ice for your eye. It looks pretty bad.’

‘Can you shut the fuck up? I don’t want to hear your fucking voice again? Do
you understand that?’

Matthew glanced at him. He looked back at the road, steadied his hand on the
wheel, turned back to Lukas, and punched him in the side of the head.

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Deeply nested clauses (3) in one sentence


Desert Cutting, The - Part 2

Summary: A boy is prepared.

` Jody had no idea how much time had passed. When he awoke he was lying on a
bed, in a room with the curtains pulled. He felt weak and groggy. As his mind
began to clear he realised he was naked. He could not move. He then realised
that both his wrists were strapped to the sides of the bed. When he tried to
move he realised that his legs were stretched apart and his ankles were also
secured. He felt sore between his legs. When he raised his head he could see a
white pad taped between his legs. He began to feel frightened now. What had
happened , what had they done to him?. Vague memories of being in a car, of
pain between his thighs, started to come back to him. He must have been here
for some time. He remembered a woman taping something between his legs a
number of times. And injecting him with something. Suddenly the door opened. A
woman entered, middle aged, plump with greying hair. She was followed by a
younger woman with long black hair and dressed in a white coat. `

"He is awake, good" said the older woman.

She smiled at him and sat in the edge of the bed facing him.

" Why am I here, what do you want, let me go. His mouth was dry, he could
barely get the words out.

She smiled at him.

" Do not be afraid child" she said quietly. " it is over now".

" Where am I , why am I here" he shouted at her. His mind was beginning to
clear now, and he felt even more frightened.

" This lady and I have been looking after you for the past week" she said ,
pointing to the other woman in the room.

" Why, why were you looking after me, what were you doing, let me go, let me
go" he screamed at her.

" We were tending your little wounds, the little wounds between your legs" she
said quietly.

Jody looked down at the pad between his legs. A terrible fear began to grow in
him now.

"What have you done to me" he screamed, tears in his eyes now.

She laid her hand gently on his tummy, stroking him softly.

" Do you remember those two women who took you into the desert in their car"
she asked.

Jody nodded.

" Well, they took you there for a purpose".

" For what, for what" he cried.

" Well, you have to be told, so it might as well be now" she said.

She slid her hand down his tummy . She undid the tape holding the small pad
between his legs and took his penis in her hand.

She looked him straight in the face.

" You have been cut Jody" she said sadly. " You were taken into the desert a
week ago and cut. Do you know what being cut means?. You have been castrated
Jody, your little testicles have been removed.

Her hand slid between his legs.

" They took your little stones out" she said.

His mouth was open but he could not speak.

" You were gelded for a purpose which I will explain later" she said sadly.

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Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence


Urination Special Collection — Castration Special Concoction

TESTICLES, PISSING ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE

Summary: Mixology builds inspiration from urology, in a weirdly-formatted and endearingly-demented way.

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•

Stewart has Martha to thank. He still has his cock. Having said cock, Stewart
is in the habit of using said cock.

We all know _how_ , but have I said _where_ he uses it? You can probably
guess, but I'll lead you down the _House & Garden_ path.

Here's the recipe: Beer plus bladder plus buildings. Fosters is his favorite.
And Stewart never wastes any time getting wasted.

Ever notice how it seems the bladder can hold and release more liquid than the
body takes in? _"The best beer in the world is just pissed away." "You don't
buy beer, you just rent beer."_ Frat slogans tried and true.

Just what does the bladder release — a "waste" product, no! Piss is a product
not for the sewer, but a fine product for the connoisseur.

And Martha, she is the consummate connoisseur. Not only the world's most
authoritative gourmet of gonads, but also (but not as well known for this
accolade), __The_ Woman of Urine._

The fags just love her mags. (Her 'zines, not her wheels.)

In fact, all that get kinky in the kitchen love her mags, love her TV shows,
love when she has TV's on her TV shows. (If they can dress themselves so fine,
they sure as HTML can dress a damn-fine turkey.)

So, Stewart drinks all that Fosters. Then he prowls the grounds. That cock
with a piss-hard-on is like a damn geiger counter. Or like it has GPS, or more
like Gee-I-have-to-Piss. It points, Stewart follows.

We've all heard of rock gardens, Japanese gardens, cock gardens, Operation
Market Garden, and all those. But Martha's gardener, Monty, had a great
gardening inspiration one day. He came out of the closet, and from then on it
was clear that his signature garden must be a Water Closet Garden.

•

Stewart and Foster were only half-consumed with each other, so they could
still see. And the WC's in the garden were especially easy to spot — as they
all had a plethora of piss spots, because their seats were always down.

Of course, Stewart would have preferred a nice building, or Blarney Stone, or
other edifice of piss, but the garden would do just fine.

Is it really a surprise that Stewart never lifted the seats of the garden's
WC's? Guys wouldn't even lift the seats in the Garden of God Damn Eden, even
if Eve told them too. _Especially_ if Eve told them to.

Guys are sooo prick-dick-ta-ble.

Some women think men have such superior plumbing because they can piss
standing up and they can so easily piss on any damn building they want...

...But Martha's plumbing is even better.

Under those lilly-white WC's splattered with pale piss all over the porcelain,
is a network of collection pipes. They all lead to her wine cellar, I mean to
her _ur-wine_ cellar.

Stewart's piss is bottled. Monty's piss is bottled. All the piss of the TV's
is bottled. All the piss of the TV people is bottled.

And, after a good nor'easter with a gale-force downpour good enough to scrub
the soiled seats, Martha and her gal friends even contribute a little piss
through the special-garden special-WC's.

But the WC's are even more special than I have told you so far. First, I've
told you about how they collect "Number One." Second, some guys also attempt
to deposit "Number Two."

You've heard about corks for wine bottles. Well, Martha has corks for slime
balls who try to slide a shit into one of those piss-only WC's.

When a gal sits to pee on those rare clean occasions, all goes fine, all flows
fine. When a guy sits on the seat, his dangling testes intercept an electric
eye, and I mean you should see the mean things that happen next.

Knowing that a guy sits on a shitter for only one reason, the sensors trigger
a docking system that was originally made for Apollo-Soyuz. But in this case,
the sensors dock a cork, like quick-quick and like deep-deep, into the
asshole's asshole.

Not only no shit from that piece of shit, but the sensors also dock a
grappling chord around his sac of gonads, and in like no time they are gone,
gone, gone.

The crush and cut are automatic. The flush is automatic. Down the drain go the
balls. Just like that, they're in the vat.

Urine is already in. Now, your balls are in.

Martha just grins.

And sings — a marinade serenade.

• __

Classy Bitch thanks her
loving, lusting readers
for sending her over the edge.

More than 100,000 hits
on her stories
in just a few months.

She _loves_
to be hit-on
like that!

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Pa Loses His Nuts

Summary: Ma nuts Pa.

"C'mon Pa, says Ma. Let's go out to the barn. I'm gonna take them nuts off
ya."

"Aw c'mon, Ma, says Pa, "You can't be serious."

"Now you know what I told you, Pa, if I caught you exposin' yerself to Little
Sis again."

"I'm sorry, Ma, you know me, I couldn't help myself, it just felt so darn
good."

"This is the last time, Pa. Now let's go."

Out in the barn Ma tells Pa to strip naked and then tells him to sit in a
wooden chair and spread his legs. She puts a rubber band tight and high up
around Pa's nut sack to help control the bleeding. Then she fits a wooden box
with a spring-loaded slicing blade inside around his nut sack. It pinches a
little going on and Pa says, "Ouch!"

Ma tells Pa he might as well have one last cum before she cuts his nuts off
and tells him to jerk off.

Ma watches Pa jerk off and then shoot a thick, gooey load. Then she bends down
and pushes a button on the box. Pa hollers in pain as his whole nut sack is
sliced neatly off. She wraps the stub of his nut sack with a bandage.

Ma says, "I'm sorry I had to do that to ya, Pa, but I had no choice."

"I understand," says Pa, as he gingerly pulls on his pants.

Ma pulls Pa's severed nut sack out of the slicing box and says "I'm gonna tan
this. Your nut sack will make a great change purse."

"Whatcha gonna do with my nuts, Ma?" says Pa.

"Oh, feed 'em to the hogs, I guess."

"How many men have you de-balled with that contraption?" says Pa.

"Fifteen, countin' you, Pa," says Ma.

"Who's next?" asks Pa.

"Little Johnny, probably," says Ma. "Little Sis told me the other day she
caught him playin' with himself out behind the barn."

"Do you remember buildin’ this nut-slicing box for me five years ago?" says
Ma.

"Yep," says Pa, "I do."

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Clitoridectomy Support Group 5 My plan

Summary: My plan to lose my clitoris

My plan

I continued my assignment. But I could not get the idea out of my head. I knew
what I had to do and I knew who could help me.

I contacted Christine. She was reluctant to meet. I think she might have been
embarrassed by our last meeting. However we did meet at the centre. At the
same table we had been at before, we again had some tea. I asked Christine how
she was.

‘Deflowered,’ she replied.

‘That’s progress,’ I said.

She smiled and said, ‘Yes, penetration is a relief. I don’t feel anywhere near
as bad as I did.’

‘You remember our last conversion?’

‘Yes, of course. I was bitter against everybody.’

‘Are all those feelings gone?’

‘No, not quite. They do resurface from time to time.’

‘Would you still like to cut of my clitoris?’

She looked me in the eyes, “Are you serious?’

“I think so.’

“Then I’m your girl.’

“I have some arrangements to make. I want you to help me.’

‘You mean were not going to go and do this right away?’

‘No, I want an audience.’

I explained my plan. She looked at me and said she wasn’t sure it would work.

In the main hallway of the centre were two upright pillars, both of wood. They
were about ten feet apart. In front of them was a space of about 20 feet
square where spectators could gather.

My plan was to be spreadeagled between the columns, with my crotch at head
height so everyone could watch me. A smooth wire would be attached around my
clitoris, which would lead backwards about five feet to a pulley wheel and a
light weight. I would be able to thrust against the wire to bring myself to
orgasm. At the point of orgasm, Christine would press the remote control
activating a miniature guillotine on the wire. This would slice off my
clitoris and then be pulled backwards out of the way by the wire and the
weight.

Christine looked at me. “You really are an exhibitionist. But could you
actually come in those circumstances?’

‘I’m not sure. I will probably need a rehearsal.’

‘I think we’ll need Sal and Marion to help. They’re really good at
contraptions.’

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Gelded Schoolboys in Hong Kong

Summary: Two schoolboys fell in love and gelded each other.

Hong Kong is a beautiful city in the south of China. Once upon a time, there
was a boy named Philip who knew history very well. He read many about the
eunuchs in Chinese history. Emperors in the past employed castrated men to
work in the palace. Philip was so interested in castartions and wanted to try
one.
Not late after his dream began, he met another boy in his boys' school called
Henry. Henry was not tall as Philip, about 5'4", while Philip has 5'9". Both
of them had lovely white and smooth faces and skins.
Once they were making a floating board for the school in a room which very few
students knew that place. They talked about sex when they were bored. Henry
who is very curious about sex asked if Philip would show his penis. And his
hand came to Philip's private part at the same time. Philip did not stop him
and let his little smooth hand undo the zip down there. Henry was amazed by
Philip's large penis - about 7 inches long (that was very long for an Asian
boy) ! Philip's face grew red and said, 'Show me yours.' He undid Henry's zip
and took out his 4-inch long soft penis. 'You lovely little girl,' Philip
said. And he began to suck it - this was the first time for both of them.
Enjoying so much last time, Henry called Philip to 'work on the board' again.
This time, Henry sucked Philip's penis too. Both of them enjoyed so much and
shooted quite a load of seeds.
After months, although the board was finished long time ago, Philip and Henry
had oral sex in the secret room for times and times. They often stripped
themselves naked, fondled and sucked each other. Both of them had no hair down
there, just like most of the 14-year-old boys did.
Once Philip asked Henry who was naked lying on the table, 'Do you know about
the eunuchs?' Henry nodded. Philip said, 'Do you want babies ever after?'
Henry shook his head. Philip then took out some thick rope to tie Henry's arms
and legs up. He sucked Henry for the last time and licked every drop of his
seeds. Philip himself shooted too. And then he took out a paper-cutter which
was given by the school for making the board originally.
Philip asked for the last time, 'Are you sure you want to be cut?' Henry
smiled and nodded. Philip cut down Henry's sack in a whole. Henry did not make
any big noise but blood ran down at once. Bleding stopped soon after the wound
was bandaged. Philip who was standing naked in front of Henry said happily to
him, 'Congratulations my little girl!'
Few days later, Henry's wound was completely recovered. In the room, Henry
stripped himself naked and knelt down in front of Philip. Philip who was naked
also sucked him and made Henry masturbate. Henry felt the orgasm but only a
few drops of clear liquid came out slowly out of his halfly erected penis.
Philip was very happy to see Henry able to erect after gelded. Henry who was
still on his knees said, 'Master, do you need me?' Philip replied, 'Of course,
my little girl.' They then slept together in that room until the night came.
Another few days later, Philip was bored of playing with little eunuch Henry.
He asked Henry to geld him the same as last time. Henry cried but did as told.
He tied up Philip, cut off his sack and bandaged the wound.
Philip tried masturbation after recovered. Henry knelt down and sucked his
penis. Soon Philip shooted a little amount of clear liquid as Henry. They
kissed each other's penis to celebrate. 'Welcome, my dear sister and
mistress.' Henry cried. They then slept together naked in that room again
until the night came.
Since then Philip and Henry became good sisters and mistress & servant. They
often sucked each other's limp penises in the secret room. Occasionally Philip
let Henry become the mistress. But anyway, Philip was always the ruler.
Months passed and every regarded the two gelded boys as 'girlish and shy'
only, but did not notice anything. Until the summer camp, all boys in their
class had shower together in the same bathroom. One screamed with surprise,
'Look, Henry had no balls down there!' And another one replied loudly, 'Philip
had no balls too!' Every pair of eyes were concentrating at the private parts
of them. The naked Philip & Henry standed on the middle bench proudly,
allowing everyone see & touch their remaining genitals and the wounds. They
announced loudly, 'This is what a boy should do to purify himself!' Thje crowd
laughed. Getting hot and erected, the boys masturbated themselves in the
bathroom. And Philip & Henry sucked each other as they did every day. The boys
left all their clothes in the bathroom and went back to the sleeping rooms
naked - don't worry because that was a private boys' camp with no adults
around.
The boys got dressed finally three days after when the camp was about to end.
They said goodbye to Philip, Henry and another 4 boys who responded the
announcement and 'purified' themselves by losing their manhood.
After the event, the six 'girlish and shy' boys stayed in the school with all
the boys for another four years. No one told others the secret and they went
to camp for fun every year. Four more boys joined Philip & Henry later. But
only the two of them knew the secret room, while the other eight had to wait
for the annual camp or play at home. All of the ten geldings now grew as girls
after taking hormones. And everyone will not forget Philip & Henry's girlish
naked body with no hair and no balls down there but two limp, soft and little
penises. ---END---

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Thecia's Road Trip

Summary: This while on a road trip accidently finds an unwilling client.Fiction and not for minors.

Thecia’s Road Trip

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

I had a job in Enid, Okalahoma. I normally only cut in Mexico but I was
offered three times my regular rate to do it in the man’s home. He was a very
wealthy gay man with five or six “house boys.”

All but one of the “boys” was sent away and it was a simple procedure. I
surgically cut him, put his nuts in a jar, pocketed the nine grand and I was
on my way.

While driving back to Texas on a secondary road, a motorcycle passed me at
what must have been more than 100 MPH. I just shook my head and continued on
my way. Five or six miles later I reached for my water bottle and didn’t find
it. It had been my kit bag and that was stored in the trunk. After stopping
the car and retrieving the water I noticed a glint of reflected sunlight about
30 feet into the woods. The glint led me to a beautiful Harley that had
wrapped it’s self around a tree, a few feet from it was the rider. He was face
down and spread eagled on the ground.

When I saw the club colors on his jacket, my mind went back to my collage
days.

My roommate Tracy had been on a date and she and her boyfriend ran afoul of a
few members of the same motorcycle gang as my prone rider. Her date had been
beaten senseless and she was beaten and gang raped. He was lucky to be alive
and she never fully recovered. When they found her she was on the hood of
their car, she was beaten and cum was running from her overfucked vagina in a
stream. It ran down the car hood and trickled over each chrome piece in the
grill until if finally puddled on the asphalt.

On this man’s back were the same colors. I felt my face redden as the rage
rose in me. I checked his vital signs and he seemed to be ok.

My kit only had some bandages and a little betadine solution. My disposable
scalpels had been tossed at my last job. However, my unnamed gang member had a
nice sheath knife on his belt. Not as sharp as a scalpel, but it would do.
Starting at his pants cuff the knife easily sliced through the heavy denim and
up the back to the belt line. I removed his jeans and underwear from his boots
to his belt leaving two very nice big balls exposed. His shoe lace made a
tourniquet and the neck of his ballsack was tied tightly and securely.
Normally I’m very careful about infections, today I didn’t give a damn.

I brought the big blade to bear and began to slice his baby makers off, it was
more of a sawing motion than a slice, but it worked. His big balls came off in
my hand. I bandaged the wound and returned to my car. For the second time in a
month I had more balls then I had jar room for. Somehow I managed to squeeze
the bikers set in with the older gay mans balls. When I got home I would re-
label them, “older gay guy” and “Biker asshole.” My final act at the scene was
to cut the stitches on his “colors” and remove them. This would throw the
suspicion onto a rival gang. In fact it caused a gang war that cost the lives
of thirty or so gang members. I didn’t shed a tear.

About ten miles further down the road sat a gas station/conveniences store. I
stopped and bought a Coke, as I paid for it, I memorized the number on the pay
phone near the clerk.

Back in my car, I called the pay phone and in my deepest voice told the clerk
to call the state police and report a bad accident at mile marker 179. One at
a time I tossed the exam gloves out of the window into the weeds, I then
tossed the knife.

When I crossed the Texas border, the car, as if on its own, stopped at a place
called “Ferg’s Eats.” The pulled pork barbecue sandwich was wonderful as was
the Lone Star beer that I washed it down with. I get hungry when I nut a man.
Life is good.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia

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The Answer

Summary: Watch your ass in Central America

` [SNUFF]`

Robert, an overweight, balding, orthodontist from Cleveland, looked out the
window of his hotel in the Central American city, as he had done every day for
the last week.

The object of his attention was a group of raggedly dressed street urchins
begging for money as they made their way to the seawall for their daily swim.
Robert picked up his nearby binoculars and began to masurbate as the boys, all
under the age of twelve, shed their rags with the carefree abandonment of
children and splashed naked in the warm water.

The oldest of the lads was of particular interest to Robert as he, unlike the
others, had the blonde hair and fair complexion of a North American. The boy,
who like his companions possessed no pubic hair, was obviously only a few
months from adolescence as evidenced by his larger cock and lower hanging
balls. Soon, thought Robert, beginning to breath hard, the boy would be too
embarrassed by his emerging sexuallity to be seen in public nude.

The boys dressed and headed back up the street as Robert cleaned himself up
and hurried down to his usual table at the sidewalk cafe.

"Do you speak English?" Robert inquired as the blonde boy reached for the
proffered coin.

"A little, senor."

"What is your mother's name?"

"She is dead." the boy answered with a forlorn look.

"Your father?" Robert pried.

"I live in the barrio with my uncle and cousins." the boy replied, and
gestured to his companions while ignoring the reference to his unknown father.
" I am called Poco. My uncle is Julio, and cleans at the town hall."

"Wait here." commanded Robert before Rushing away. He soon returned with a
sealed envelope addressed to the boy's uncle.

"Take this to your uncle. Do not open it." Robert instructed.

The envelope contained a one hundred dollar bill and a letter.

"Dear Mr. Ramirez," the letter began, "I am what is called in your country a
maricon, or homosexual. I have considerable wealth, and would like you to
consider this offer. I will adopt your nephew, return with him to the United
States, and provide excellent care for him. He will recieve a fine education
and will be free to return home at any time he wishes. Six years from now,
when he is about eighteen, he will be paid ten thousand dollars, and every
month until that time you will recieve one hundred dollars. I will love him as
only a man can love a boy, and teach him to return that love to me. In
exchange for his virginity and the use of his body for a few years I will give
him a good home and education, as well as some of the finer things in life
that you could never offer him. Please give me an answer by the end of this
week, as I must soon return home."

Robert's present companion, a former homeless boy who was now seventeen, was
tired of the arrangement and wanted to include girls as recipients of his
copious quantities of seed. He was also aquiring the coarse body hair and deep
voice of an adult, which Robert despised.

Robert was dozing a few nights later when he was awakened by a faint knock on
his door.

"It is me, senor," came the lilting voice of Poco, "and I have your answer!"

Robert had just released the burglar chain when the door was suddenly forced
open.

"This is my uncle Julio," the lad proudly announced, gesturing to a small man
in ragged clothes, "and these are my other uncles, Ramon, Ruiz, and
Guillermo." He nodded towards the other men, who were all dressed in the drum
major uniforms common to police all over Central America.

"So, gringo, you like to have round, long, hard object thrust up your ass?"
The largest policemen queried as his brothers stripped Robert and bent him
over the edge of the bed. "Let,s try this for size." He then grabbed an empty
beer bottle and rammed it home before shattering it with a blow from his
pistol.

"If you like the taste of sperm you,ll love this taste!" Julio said as his
brothers rolled the hapless molester over and pried his legs apart to enable
the largest policeman to sever his srotum and and ram it down his thraot,
assisted by the gun barrel.

"You like to suck little cock? try this one." were the last words Robert heard
before hid penis was carved from his body and joined its rightful place above
his balls.

Robert, blue-face and dying, sprawled on the bloody bed. The large policeman
collected his wallet, passport, and money belt, then phoned the hotel manager.

"Security Chief Ramirez, sir. We have another robbery in room 209. Yes sir, it
was like the others. Looks like a gay lovers quarrel. Yes sir, I agree. No use
involving the police. Good night, sir."

"Lets go home, poco," he said, tousling his favorite nephew's blonde hair, "if
we hurry, we can still catch The Brady Bunch on the new TV."

Author's note: Poco, the boy's nickname, came from a small local fish. It is
useless for food, but its' golden color makes it highly prized as bait by the
local fishermen.

* * *


Speed Trap

Summary: The government has found a way to correct the male-female population imbalance while also solving some traffic problems.

Over time, the male population in my country has begun to greatly exceed the
female population. This is the result of parents favoring sons, and coupling
this desire with genetic prescreening and selective pregnancies & abortions.
In any case the number of frustrated males grew out of proportion, and these
testosterone laden guys were becoming aggressive. This was noted by the
highway & transportation folks as an increase in speeding and the resulting
traffic accidents. It was then that they passed the new traffic safety act.
All cars must be fitted with a small pouch under the driver seat. Males and
females were given different key sets. If a male was to drive, a hatch opened
above the pouch. A sensor must detect his warm testicles, and then the opening
closes to “capture” the testicles into the seat pouch. This was done gently of
course so as not to cause damage or undue pain. More expensive cars had fur
lined and even warmed pouches. One thing that all cars had in common though
was a spring loaded knife blade which could be activated by the police.

In my case it seemed so unfair. I tried to be SO careful. Even a tiny amount
over the speed limit could result in swift justice. I was in a hurry on my way
to the office, and did not notice the new speed limit sign. Suddenly my car
slowed down and coasted to a halt. All cars had been fitted with a remote shut
down, and the local traffic cop had just zapped me. The most beautiful blonde
stepped out of the police car and walked up to my window. I was terrified as
she leaned over the car door, exposing a generous cleavage. But squirm as I
may, the pouch constrictor had my jewels captured.

“You were going just over the limit sir, and I expect you know the rules as
well as the punishment”. I pleaded with her but to no avail. “I can see by the
bulge in your pants that you deserve the judgment” she smiled sweetly. “If you
want one last cum, I suggest you be quick about it. I’ll fill out my paperwork
for a few minutes.” She unbuttoned her blouse so her bra came into full view,
and it was nearly transparent. I unzipped my fly and got to work while she
wrote on the papers attached to her clipboard. “Need a hand there sport?” she
cooed. “Don’t worry, I won’t press the activator until you’ve shot your last”
she said as she reached in with one hand, while now holding a remote control
device with her other hand. I had not been with a woman in months. It didn’t
take long. UNGH and the white cream splattered the console. As it did, her
pretty red nailed finger depressed the red button. NOOOO I cried but it gave
no mercy. SNAP and the pain shot up while the balls slipped down into the
pouch. She let her hand slip off my penis and down into the pouch which now
opened fully. She took out my balls and slipped her hand down into her pants,
slipping them up into her warm & wet vagina. “Ohhh she moaned, this always
gets me SO horny. I guess this is as close as you’ll ever get to cumming in my
coozy.”

After she calmed down she handed me some paperwork. “Here, take this to the
local highway department office and they will switch out your key for a Eunuch
key. Your car will start up again in 15 minutes. By then you should be better
able to drive. Or if you’d like, I can call the local clinic to come get you.
Aren’t you glad we deactivate your car before we deliver the punishment?”

In spite of great caution, a few percent of the male population gets neutered
each year as a result of this program. I guess it does work though. Traffic
accidents are way down, men drive much more cautiously, and the ratio of
breeding men to women is returning to 1:1. As for me, I guess it has reduced
my own frustrations, and I certainly don’t chase skirts any more. I do miss
the exhilaration of orgasm, but the memory is fading.

Jim Fox

jimfoxeu@hotmail.com

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Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence


Castration in Hibernation

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It was fags versus pigs as the limp wrist met the long arm of the law.

The bears were tweaking the bare-ass tweeks.

They were bruising while they were cruising.

John LaBatt apparently wasn't into twat. His beer company was the main sponsor
of the gay pride parade down Yonge Street, Toronto, said to be the longest
street in the world.

The vote was still out on the average length of bear and tweek.

Some said the average hairy monster had less-than-average and often-grissly
gonads. Some said the average tweek was never meek in manhood, the sleek
physique being the antithesis of his penis perfectus.

But why fight about dick size?

What was the reason for this Great Canadian Cock Fight?

In a shell of nuts, the reason is that there are some great Canadian cocks
worth fighting over and onto. Usually this country goes out of its way to be
neutral, but when it comes to dick, they get down and dirty.

Angered in the extreme, they can even go from neutral to neutered.

It all came to a head at Remington's.

Steel-eyed, the bartender topped off the ice-cold LaBatt on tap, but
straightening the frosted mug for the last splash near the brim to give a good
head. For $200 Canadian you can give one of the big-cocked lap dancers some
good head.

But don't tell the steel-eyed bartender.

Or the cops.

If you want to see naked bears, don't go to Remington's. Go to Naked Night at
one of the bear-on-the-menu bars.

Remington's and their customers don't go for the full-body fur-rug look.

The delightful dancers are not all tweeks, but they are always damn sleek. I
can hardly speak.

Naomi went to high school with Donna and Stephany in Scarborough. When they
were in high school, they had cocks. Now they have graduated to tits, but they
still have those nice cocks.

The four of us were in the upstairs bar at Remington's. As Mr. LaBatt's brew
put us at ease, we had an easy view up the ass of each dancer prancing on
stage.

"Nice cock and balls, but he didn't get all the hair off his left ass cheek."

It was fun to critique.

They were professional. They could take it.

And damn, they could give it too. Those back room lap dances at $20 Canadian
got your finger up inside the same view you had earlier while you were just
pointing your finger.

But John LaBatt gave too much.

The proud bears drank too much. And after unshowering for the first four days
of pride week, they stank too much.

Those Canadian cops really know how to royally mount. They always get their
men.

They herded those stinking bears into one of the home-away-from-home homo
spas.

Everyone into the pool.

But then that glorious, invigorating pool had a floating scum of cum. Bear
cum, mixed with bear grease and oil.

Pride week was spoiled.

While the pool was drained and prepped for steam cleaning, the pooped bears
finally needed to hibernate. By police order, the spa rented them rooms at $8
Canadian.

And while they slept it off, the outraged manager decided to take compensation
for his loss. He would take it right off the top by playing his cards off the
bottom.

As the awakened bears kick-started their Harleys, because they had been kicked
out of town, they noticed that the seats were a lot more comfortable.

Had the June sun heat-molded the leather to a perfect fit?

Does a bear shit in the woods?

No, it was John LaBatt's cousin, the spa manager. (Both cousins used to have
their shit packed in the woods).

Christopher LaBatt Pope was proud of his spa. Every non-bear gay place is a
model of cleanliness.

Mr. Pope crept while they slept. The bears thought they were in a sylvan
siesta, a nap in the woods. The scalpel fell, and they didn't hear it.

They didn't even feel it. John LaBatt's brew has that anaesthesizing effect.

And the bear balls were not all that bad.

Now they had to be marinated for like a week in WD-40 to de-grease the damn
things, but once prepped at The Keg near Cartlon at College, they were quite
delightful.

With a lot of Merlot, down they go.

And what bear will ever miss his balls? Hell, they're so damn fat they haven't
even been able to see them for the last 20 years.

Classy Bitch runs from bears. She lives in fear, but a fear that is a might
erotic, that someday a bear will be able to read. He might find this and her
other stories on eunuch.org -- but the Classy Bitch would snarl and bark, and
chase him up a tree. A Maple tree.

* * *


The disco

Summary: girls just wanna have fun

The Disco

	A group of us guys went off to a new club. The bouncers were
big muscle women. They looked us up and down and let us in. They
seemed to say "No coming on the dance floor". Inside the club was
dark, good music playing. We started to dance. As the lights adjusted
we noticed lots of very sexy young ladies. Some were earing short
dresses; others basques, suspenders and nickers; some in leather;
some in PVC and some in coloured bras and nickers. Wow heaven we
thought.

	A group of girls were dancing near us. Arms in the air,
shaking their breasts and bums. We couldnt help but watch. One of the
girls caught me looking at her. She smiled. She slinked over and
danced closer to me. She was wearing a red lacy bra and nickers. I
looked down, right into her full breasts. I looked at her again. She
smiled. She started to rub her body against mine. To my amazement she
undid her bra and placed my hands on her tits. I glanced around and
noticed all the girls were coming on to the guys.

	One guy not being paid attention, moved to the middle of the
dance floor and dropped his trousers and pants. His cock quickly
stiffened. The girl closest to him, left the man she was coming on
to, and turned to him. You could see his eyes staring at her tits,
mesmarised. All the girls turned to watch and the boys as well. The
girl punched him in the face and grabbed his balls. She punched them.
All of us guys cringed, the girls giggled at us cringing. She tugged
his balls and punched them a few more times until he hit the deck.

	She kicked him in the face, the side and stamped in his
stomach. A bouncer woman came over she gave the girl a choice of a
knife or a brick. She took the brick. She knelt between the writhing
mans legs. Took aim. And smashed his cock and balls with the edge of
the brick. She stood up and held his genitals in her hand in triumph.
All the girls were shrieking and cheering.

	The girl I was with, got back down to dancing and teasing me.
I was dancing but very rigidly. She stroked my hair, face. She was
beautiful. I felt good again. She rubbed her tits against me. I felt
motion in my loins. She rubbed her leg between my legs. She smiled
and whispered "your hard". Her hand dropped down and touched my cock
through my trousers. It was pushing to get out. She lowered her body
and undid my fly. I groaned. She undid my trousers and let them fall.
She pulled down my pants. I could feel the moistness of her mouth on
my penis. My God it was good. She was bringing me slowly toward
orgasm. I couldnt control myself anymore. I could feel the sperm
forcing its way from my balls and out of my cock. She moved her mouth
away quickly. My sperm shot across the dance floor. It glowed purple
in the flourescent lights. I was grabbed from behind and dragged from
the dance floor by a bouncer. My girl followed.

	I was grabbed by my balls and lifted up a bouncers leg. The
bouncer said "No coming on the dance floor". My girl smiled again.
She said "I'm sorry, I caused the mess, I'ld better remove it. With
that the bouncer handed the girl a knife. She bent down, smiled at me
again. She teased my cock with the knife and then my balls. I could
feel the cold steel on my genitals. Then I fell to the ground. I
looked up to see my penis and scrotum dangling from her hand. She
placed it between her legs, pretending to be a guy and giggled. She
bent down, kissed my cheek and whispered "Thank you, I've always
wanted some of these". She walked off. I was dragged out of the club
and dumped into the street. My last sexual experience was over.


Boys Like to be Held pt2

STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, General ballbusting sessions

Once more spring and lithe, Erin back a good distance away, her foot slowly
retreating backwards. She let loose and....

Michael felt the soft fabric of her sock, the toes pointedly aimed, especially
the pedicured nail of her big toe, all compress against his package. The air
left his lungs as quickly as she had kicked him. He stood, mouth open, eyes
wide, as Erin delicately wiggled her toes within his stuff. With graceful
posture, she kept her balance on her other foot while it's partner whipped his
already smashed nuts.

He couldn't help but fall forward; the pain was too much. His eyes crinkled
with tears, Michael bit his bottom lip to silence a scream. Even as he fell
into a kneeling position once more, Erin kept her foot steady, right up
against his groin. She could feel both individual nuts, moving around, trying
to escape.

Michael curled up around her foot, holding her leg. He looked up to her with
pleading puppy dog eyes, barely able to groan out, "Please--p-please stop."
Erin shook her head, and pressed her foot harder. Michael whimpered sharply in
pain, and whispered almost inaudibly, "Please, I do-don't think I can t-take
any-m-m-more."

Erin sighed, slowly rolled her ankle, but then mercifully withdrew the foot.
She watched, hands on hips, as the boy further curled into himself, clutching
desperately at his boy bits. She was too pissed at his cowardly attitude to
take pity on his coughings and sputterings.

She walked over to her bed and sat down. Watching him whimper for a few more
moments, smiling to herself at her handiwork, she then said sternly, "Michael!
Come here."

Slowly the lanky boy drew his brown eyes up to hers, pain and a deep, deep
hurt obvious in them, even though they were watery with tears. For his part,
he did try to get up, but he could not take his hands from his 'nads. He was
holding them desperately, trying to assauge their aching pains.

Erin bit the inside of her cheek, becoming more annoyed with each moment
Michael lay dawdling on her floor. "Michael! Come over here now or I'll really
give you something to cry about. How about I take out the vice from the
garage? Hm? Stick your nuts in that and let it crush them to a pulpy mess of
nothing! Well?"

Michael moaned, and then replied weakly, "N-no, ma'am. I'm-m coming, ma-
ma'am." Slowly he picked himself up off of the hard wooden floor. When he
finally, painfully, got to his shaking knees, Erin became sympathetic.

Lightly she walked over to him, kneeling beside him. She placed a hand on his
back, rubbing it in circles. She kissed his cheek. "C'mon, Mikey, almost
there." She grabbed his elbow and tried to pull him up. It was shaky, but he
was standing. With a few uncertain steps, though Erin still had a hold on him,
they reached her bed, onto which he couldn't help but collapse.

Erin adjusted him onto his back, and more towards the middle. She herself
climbed on, deliberately pulling his cock from his already opened jeans and
boxers. It was soft and pliable, but still rather well-sized at what she guess
was five or so inches. Erin always thought penises in and of themselves looked
rather ugly, but this one she could actually consider cute, if that was the
right word for it. She lovingly kissed its head, flicking her tongue at its
slit. No response, except a small "ummph" sound from Michael.

"Aw, sweetie. You did really well today, though!" Laying his cock towards his
tummy, her hand once more delved into his boxers, this time much more gently.
Michael froze, paralyzed in fear that she might continue his torture with
squeezing. Fresh tears ran down his cheeks at the very thought, but Erin only
giggled.

Cupping her hands, she held aloft his balls, swollen and red. Gently, Erin
prodded them. Still intact. Michael yelped; she might as well have been
hammering them on an anvil. Every slight pressure on them sent him reeling.

"Aw, poor baby," Erin said sympathetically, cradling his testicles as lightly
as she could. "Just a little swelling is all, nothing permanent." She took a
moment to study them again, holding them this way and that. "I'm really proud
of you, though. Maybe I should kiss them and make them feel better?" Sweetly
she pecked both left and right testicle, giggling as she did.

Michael, for all the ache and stabbing pains with each throb of blood in his
ballsac, couldn't help but return a small smile. Softly Erin settled his balls
back into their rightful place. She cuddled up to his side, looking up at him
with a big grin. Kissing his cheek, she lightly wiped his tears away with her
thumb.

Snuggling up to him, she once again laid her hand deep into his pants, simply
holding his package. Michael squirmed a bit in anticipation, but Erin was more
interested in a nap than continuing their session. He sighed in relief; sleep
sounded like a very, very good idea. He was exhausted from such practice.

In a soft voice, Erin asked him, "That was fun today, huh?"

Knowing better than to disagree, Michael nodded and murmured, "Mm hmm."

She softly patted his stuff, much to his discomfort, and said before falling
asleep, "I can't wait 'till tomorrow. I have a few more ideas I'd like to do
with you..."

* * *


THE BICYCLE ACCIDENT (penis, testicles)

THE BICYCLE ACCIDENT

by Sporus

I was riding my road racing bike down the hill on my way to work. The

traffic was heavy and I had to stay closer to the row of parked cars

than I liked. Suddenly a car door opened right in front of me. My front

wheel hit the door square on. I flew over the handlebars at 25 miles per

hour and my crotch collided with the top of the door. It felt as if my

crotch were being ripped completely out. I rolled over the front of the

car and ended up in a fetal position, screaming, holding onto my crotch

and not being able to feel anything between my legs but pain. Imagine

the pain of being kicked in the balls only a hundred times worse. And

getting worse by the second. On top of this, there was a growing

electrical pain surging through my cock, punctuated by sharp flashing

pains as if my cock were being pierced by a thousand ice picks over and

over. Finally I rolled onto one side, vomited and passed out..

I came to in the ER strapped to a table, an ice pack between my legs.

The pain was still intense. I was being wheeled into a room. Some one

began cutting through the spandex of my bike shorts as a nurse handed me

a consent form. After a while the doctor informed me that I has

sustained massive tissue damage in my groin. My crushed genitals had to

be completely removed. They began injecting local anesthetic into my

groin and gave me a shot of morphine. As I drifted into semi-

consciousness, I closed my eyes and tried very hard not to look like the

happiest man alive.

I had dreamed about being a eunuch as long as I could remember. For

years I had been taping and gluing my genitals inside of my abdomen so

that my cock and balls would disappear completely. I could experience

the look and some of the feel of being sexless. Now it was all coming

true. I was becoming a eunuch. What would my new body feel like? How

would my new life be? I couldn't wait to find out.

The next 24 hours were a blur, lying on my back with a Demerol drip

going in one arm. The pain was dull but constant with occasional shots

of intense pain which sent my entire body into spasms. By the afternoon

of the second day, the pain was at a more manageable level. A nurse came

in to change the dressing on my groin. I watched her pretty face as she

saw my wound. She tried to keep her composure, but clearly had never

seen anything like. I asked her to leave me alone for just a moment so I

could look for myself. She hesitate, then waited outside. I elevated the

bed so I could see.

Everything was swollen and black and blue. My cock and balls were

completely gone. A curving, horizontal scar ran from one side of the

groin to the other. A clear drainage tube ran from either end of the

scar. A yellow catheter ran out from where the base of my scrotum had

been. I felt an intense, almost orgasmic feeling rushed through my

entire body. I lowered the bed and drifted off, a silly grin on my face.

I was going to like this, I thought.

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Mr. Goldberg

Summary: Mr. Goldberg can get his penis rebuilt, but...

Mr. Goldberg wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot.

The Doctor comes in and says, 'Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now,
you probably won't remember, but you were in a big pileup on the freeway.
You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything, but..... something
happened. I'm trying to break this gently... but the fact is... your penis was
chopped off in the wreck and we were unable to find it.'

Goldberg groans, but the Doctor goes on, 'You've got $9000 in insurance
compensation coming to you, and we have the technology to build you a new
penis that will work as well as your old one did... maybe even better! But the
thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It's $1000.00 per inch.'

Goldberg perks up at this!!

'So,' the Doctor continues, 'It's for you to decide how many inches you want.
But it's something you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a
five inch one

before, and you decide to go for nine inches, she might be a bit put out. But
if you had a nine inch one before, and you decide only to invest in five
inches this time, she might be disappointed. So it's important that she plays
a role in helping you make the decision.'

He agrees to talk with his wife. The Doctor comes back the next day and says,
'So, have you spoken with your wife?'

'I have,' says Mr. Goldberg.

'And has she helped you in making the decision?'

'Yes, she has,' he says.

'And what is it?' asks the doctor.

'We're getting granite counter tops.'

* * *


Warehouse FULL of Nuts.

Summary: Filling in the Nuts. In Amy\'s society women have formally taken over the earth. Men are raised as crop to collect their semen and to harvest there cock and balls.

In the small town of Hemet, CA were many warehouses for various companies.
Most companies manufactured industrial items to food storages. In one
particular site a company by the name of Cromick Foods had there warehouse.

I work at with this current company as a package handler. I started 2 months
ago and it has been going pretty decent. Basically my job is to handle human
meat. We have a large storage center filled with thousands of husks. Husks are
very weak. The only strong part of a husk is its penis and testicles. A husks
cock is very thick, almost 7 inches around and can be as long as 18 inches
when errect. The balls are very large aswell. They vary, it can be as large as
an egg up to the size of 2 watermelons.

I usualy start the day fast. We work at a fast paced work enviornment. A husk
is brought to me and sat securely on a bench. In the middle of the bench is a
small crane, looks like a welding table. My job is to place eatch testicle
under a steel needle. The steele needle can be very thick to support the
massive nuts. Before I drop the needle in the middle of the nut I make sure
they are drain and measure the penis. Usually a suction cup is held up top to
a large tank collecting massive ammounts of semen. Many cocks are milked this
way before filling. Sometimes if we have downtime we make things fun and oraly
drain the dongs. In this particular occasion the cock is measuring 14 inches
fully errect, and 9 inches around. Its bigger then both my arms but together.
All our cocks are uncircumsied b4 usage, this is a sign of a fresh dick. My
first step is to cut the foreskin off the dick. this is usally difficult
because of the strength of the errection, I tuck my hand under the foreskin
and push down as hard as I can and tie the cock down with belts to make the
cut. I cut around the head and quickly remove the foreskin. Sometimes a penis
can get so hard that when its tied down it could snap from the base. When this
happens we quickly sever the penis off the husk. After I take care of the
foreskin I make sure the nuts are empty. For now I can only use the suction
cup to drain the nuts. After the nuts are empty I place the scrotum on the
bench and place the first ball under my needle. A large syringe is attached on
top. The nut is the size of a basketball. I cut straight down the middle of
the giant nut sack. I pull the first nut out of the sack. I lower the needle
down ready to make my poke. The syringe is filled with ground beef at the
moment. I plunge the needle down in the center of the giant testicle, a stream
of white rich semen jets from the tip of the dong hitting the ceiling and
making a loud splat. I pushed down on the syringe filling the testicle with
beef. The the nut starts to fill and the penis starts to errupt with beef. I
stop the filling and snip the giant cords. I save the cords as its filled with
beef and can be sold in markets. We place all the nuts on a tray ready to be
packaged and shipped to supermarkets across the country. I finish the second
testicle and cut the scrotum off the husk. I place the still errect cock on
the bench and tie it down. Its time to cut this dong of the husk. This is my
favorite my part. I love sawing off huge cock meat. The huge cock is also sent
to the grocery stores for great foods, I personally prefer fresh raw cock of
the body. I repeat this process hundreds times a week as does 30 other people
in the warehouse.

* * *


Traitor Slave

NULLIFICATION, Other:  Death By Impalement

Summary: you're just gonna have to read it.

"Put him to the pike. This worthless traitor shall know pain before
he dies the death of a worthless slave. The sentence is death by
impalement and nullification. Take him to his death." The overseer
said.

Two eunuchs dragged the struggling slave to the place of his death.
The only thing he had really done was to have sex without his
owner's permission. Ordinarily that wouldn't have been a problem
but with all the problems in the other provinces, owners, masters,
and overseers were cracking down on their slaves. Most offenses
only required a beating or a simple castration. Some offenses
however required a slave be put to death, and the method was
usually left up to the owners. This particular slave owner was
particularly sadistic and loved to inflict pain on anyone he could
get his hands on. He would find the most painful way to torture and
kill a slave and take unusual delight in demonstrating the
technique to anyone that wanted to watch.

This slave was one of a dozen that was going to die this day and
each had his own pike just waiting to be driven into his anus. The
two eunuchs dragged him up the path to the top of the metal
platform and held him fast as several other slaves raised the pike
into place and secured it fast to its place. Four other eunuchs
picked up the condemned slave by his arms and legs. The original
two parted the condemned slave's asscheeks and they raised him over
the point of the pike.

"Do you have any last words before you die, slave?" the overseer
asked, not really expecting an answer and he didn't get one.

He signaled for the eunuchs to lower the slave onto the pike,
slowly. The eunuchs raised and lowered the slave several times
causing him to get hard. His cock was pointing straight out by the
time his feet touched the trap door. The overseer and his favorite
slave approached the piked slave. The overseer had the gelding
knife in his hand and his pet slave had a hot poker. The overseer
took hold of the slave's cock and balls with one hand and with the
other, slowly sliced through the base of the shaft and ball sack.
Once both organs were in hand the other slave shoved the hot poker
into the bleeding wound and the blood stopped. The slave howled in
agony as the trap door fell away and he slid down a full body
length then stopped.

The pike was deep inside him now and blood was slowly oozing from
his anus. It was ten minutes of screaming and moaning before the
next trap door opened. This happened several times until the point
of the pike appeared in the slave's mouth then slid out above his
head and his body stopped falling.

"Take him to the cook pits. The master shall dine well tonight.
Bring the next one." The overseer said.

Eleven other slaves met their death on the pike and on the cook
fires for the master and his guests.

THE END!!


STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR

Summary: Continued from Part 2

` Gnorrid the Warrioress - Background Fantasy - Long - 3 of 4 `

The Age of Empire

After the defeat of the desert invaders the Regency enjoyed a golden age of
approximately two centuries before it began to collapse and break apart. This
golden age was sometimes referred to as the Age of Empire.

After the declaration of the exclusive primacy of Dhradumus the few surviving
priestesses attempted to hide among the general populace. Many were
discovered, turned in, and executed by the Regency (often by burning or other
horrible means). Even for those who remained successfully hidden, the new
rules imposed by the priests of Dhradumus made it extremely difficult to pass
on teachings and knowledge to another generation of underground priestesses.
Women were not to be taught reading or writing or allowed to work in any save
the most menial labor. A woman discovered to possess skills of literacy would
be put to death - after a period of torture to ascertain who had taught her
and whom she may have taught.

The surviving priestesses hid themselves as best they could. Some remained in
the cities and some went to dwell among the peasants. More than a few families
risked their lives by discreetly taking in fleeing priestesses as servants. It
was here, however, that much secret knowledge was passed on the daughters and
even the sons of these families.

One stronghold of underground priestesses was the profession of midwives. A
most necessary function, men found it quite unpleasant and were more than
happy to turn this duty over to women. Looked upon with distrustful scrutiny,
men had little choice but to tolerate them.

Although the installment of Dhradumus as the one and only god in the Regency
was hailed as a great day among men, this sentiment was by no means universal.
Secret brotherhoods and fraternal orders sprang up. (Many were started by
surviving eunuchs who had served the priestesses.) It was easier for men to
pass on their knowledge as literacy was not forbidden for men, and many
intellectual pursuits were open to them. Also, such orders became clever at
disguising the ancient knowledge of the Sisterhood in terms and symbols that
were compatible with the worship of Dhradumus. It is said that there were even
Dhradumian priests, officiators at public rituals and held in high esteem by
the Regency, who were secret worshipers of the Goddess and curators of her
ancient knowledge.

In public buildings and statuary all artwork reminiscent of the Sisterhood and
their Goddess was destroyed. Gone were the gala festivals presented by the
priestesses on the great feast days. In their place were great somber
gatherings. Statues of Dhradumus now frowned down upon throngs of groveling
followers in the streets and city squares. Subdued and dutiful, the worshipers
dressed in dark cloaks, robes and hoods, concealing as much flesh as possible.
Dhradumus was usually depicted wearing the traditional garb of the patriarchal
nomadic herdsman. With a full beard, Dhradumus held a scepter in one hand and
a sword in the other. The scowl of Dhradumus was said to send a cold chill
down the spine of the bravest of men. He was the ultimate symbol of male
authority and dominion.

Gone were the wonderful athletic contests and exhibitions where naked or
scantily-clad oiled bodies of young priestesses inspired crowds with their
beauty. Exposed flesh was now greatly restricted among men and absolutely
forbidden for women. Women were no longer allowed to appear in public without
their heads covered and their faces veiled. No more did men and boys
congregate in the market places on warm days just to enjoy the grand show of
young women dressed in short skirts, thongs, and skimpy halters scurrying
among the vendors. Now women could not share as much as a smile with the
world.

Girls were the property of their families until they came of age. Then they
were transferred to a master, either through marriage or other consignment,
and became his property. There were no independent women in the Regency. That
social classification simply did not exist.

Concubines and courtesans who once enjoyed a respectable place in society,
were now mere property of their masters. Harems of concubines were often
nothing more than private brothels where wealthy noblemen entertained and
rewarded their friends by letting them sleep with picks from their harems.
Prostitution per se was strictly forbidden, however, and punishable by burning
or stoning. Free roaming prostitutes in the streets would potentially open the
possibility for a woman to gain some semblance independence. Pursuit and
patronage of whores would be an admission that women could hold power over a
man by cultivating his lust. Women were to be purchased, not employed.

Dhradumian theology asserted that women were temptresses and seducers of men.
Women inspired men to think unwholesome and unclean thoughts, and were the
primary cause of men being led astray from the will of Dhradumus. In
Dhradumian society women had to be strictly contained and controlled.

During the chaos of the conflagrations and razing of the temples it is said
that some groups of priestesses escaped the Regency altogether and
reestablished themselves in lands far beyond the known world. Centuries after
the collapse of the Regency travelers from the wilderness would occasionally
bring tales of matriarchal "kingdoms" guarded by fierce female warriors.
Although such stories were generally given little credence, on more than one
occasion Dhradumian leaders organized military expeditions to seek out and
destroy such enclaves. For centuries they found nothing.

Continued in Part 4

* * *


Random Acts of Deballing

Summary: Young Woman Practices Her Craft

` She saw him swagger into the bar. She knew his type-tight jeans `

revealing a bulge he thought no woman could resist.The type she loved to
deball- hearing them beg before she sliced off their scrotums with their
precious contents.

Her sweet smile and low cut blouse quickly enticed him and after several
drinks they sat in his car.The bulge in his pants was straining his jeans."i
bet a man like you has a big cock and balls she innocently whispered to him.
her hands began to stroke the fabric now straining with his cock. Thats it
baby he moaned as she opened his pants and quickly cupped his balls in her
hand.Quick as a cat she stabbed the needle into him-his eyes rolled and he was
unconscious within seconds.

She felt her pussy begin to tingle as sheheld his penis up and placed her
gelding knife at the base of his heavy sack.With one quick deft slice a new
eunuch was created. She dropped the trophy into a jar of preserving fluid and
quickly bandaged the new eunuch.

The pleasure she derived from his gelding was matched only by the imagining of
him when he awoke- his balls gone-emasculated- his proud cock soon to be
reduced to a soft limp useless organ.

No longer would he parade his thick hard cock for any woman.

Yes-another gelding for her!

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The Prince of Slaves  Chapter 8

Summary:
Megan's mother disowns her, causing unforeseen consequences.

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_**Chapter8:**_

Her mother repudiated her, saying she no longer had a daughter, resigning
Megan to the status of a commoner.
_
At least, I can fuck Dylan or Emrys as Megan now_ , Braith thought. _If I'm no
longer of noble blood, there's no proscription against it. Megan can fuck
anyone, commoner or noble. She will never have a child by Emrys, but she can
fuck him._

As Megan, she was content to live at Caerforon instead of the palace, whether
with Emrys or Dylan. She was content to be a commoner, if she could have him.
She tried to change into Megan -- but couldn't.

Braith had lost his magic. Apparently, the God had also repudiated Megan when
her mother had. He couldn't change at all, not even back to the beautiful
jilly boy. He was Braith, attractive, but speckled with freckles.

But, what about Dylan? He was at Caerforon -- as Dylan. Without magic, how
could Braith change Dylan back into the prince? As it turned out, he couldn't.

"You've lost your magic?" asked Dylan.

"Yes," said Braith. "When my mother repudiated me, the God deserted me, too."

"And, you can't change me back?"

Braith tried, but couldn't. "No, he said, "I can't. I no longer have any
magical powers." He started to cry. "What a mess I've made of everything. I
wouldn't blame you for throwing me out. I didn't think she would repudiate me
and didn't think the God would, too, if she did. What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," said Dylan. "I can't go back to the palace as Dylan. Even the
God doesn't recognize me thus. He put his arms around the boy. We've made our
bed," he said. "I guess we'll have to lie in it."

"But whatever I give up," she said, "you give up so much more. You give up a
kingdom."

"Emrys gave up a kingdom when he decided to become Dylan. I've been far
happier as Dylan than I ever was as Emrys. At least, now I don't have to marry
Wynne of Kidwelly."

"But look at me," said Braith. He was bald and freckled. "I'm not even an
attractive jilly boy any longer. Glendower's beauty exceeds mine. Perhaps you
will prefer him now to me, especially after what I've cost you."

"Never," said Dylan, "I love you, Braith or Megan. I love who you are."

"You love me even bald and with freckles." Braith certainly didn't feel
attractive.

"I love you bald and freckled. Besides, I'm bald, too, and the hair will grow
back, though I prefer not to let it. It's nice to be free of lice."

"Will you make love to me?" Braith asked. "I need the reassurance that you
still desire me, knowing I'll always be a boy."

"Dylan kissed him, then lay him on the bed. Braith raised his legs. Dylan
knelt on the bed, his cock pressed against Braith's hole, then thrust his cock
into his hole, holding the tops of Braith's thighs as he thrust.

Braith moaned, rubbing his tits as he did. He had breasts. They were small,
but were bigger than those of an uncut boy; and they were sensitive. He could
almost orgasm just from rubbing them.

Dylan fucked him, not once, but several times. It was a way to forget that he
was no longer the prince.

He had been happy being Dylan, but had known at any time he could once again
be the prince. Too, Dylan had no money. It was the prince, who had bought
their house and had paid for their food.

Without fathers, they couldn't even find work.

Sons of merchants and tradesmen followed their fathers. Sometimes a childless
father would adopt a son to follow him in his trade, but he usually adopted a
nephew or second son of a friend.

Surplus sons joined the army, emigrated, or were sold into slavery.

When the money ran out, they could either give up their balls and become
slaves or return to the market. For now, though, they still had a house and
money -- not much -- but enough for a month or two.

* * *


From Boy to Hermaphrodite - Part 3

TG, NULLIFICATION, TG?  Hard to classify

Summary: Continuing "From boy to hermaphrodite" and "From boy to hermaphrodtie 2". Read it first. This story describes theorchiectomy of an already penectomized eunuch

` when charles visited us the first time, he said: please, help me, I am so
horny, I am unable to collect my thoughts. And really, his whole body
trembled. We undressed him immediately and - indeed - he was not a man, but a
marvellous eunuch. his muscular body was completely shaved and on his belly
there was not the slightest mark of a cock, not even a scar, whre it might
have been, not even e pee-hole. his belly ended immediately in his scrotum.
But his scrotum was really bizarre. It dangled down for at least 15 cm. His
testicles were big as eggs, but it has not been their weight causing this
elongation. Additional to his testicles his sack was filled with several heavy
glass marbles, clicking with each movement. Obviously it was impossible for
him to go in public unobstrusively. He lifted his big sack with its heavy
content and directly behind it we remarked his little peehole, only some
centimeters before his anus. Remarking our curiosity he got one of his
lecherous paroxisms. He groaned and closed his eyes, his body twitched and he
cried helplessly. Obviously cutting only the penis gives the eunuch an endless
toruture: His testicles and their testosterone preserve his lust but without
any erectile tissue, he is unable to quench the lust. In his unfulfilled lust
charles started to beat himself. We had fear, that he would hurt himselft and
so wie curcified him. His arms and legs widespread buckled at the cross, his
waist tied firmly by the leather straps, we lifted his heavy scrotum, the up-
and down-moving lesticles let the marbles click. Carefully we creamed the
surrounding of his peehole with rheumatic medicine and insertied a thin tube
only some centimeters we reached his prostate. Its irritation was sufficient
that the prostate immediately liberated itself form its content. Zhe semen ran
down in long jets creating an extendend white spot at the foot of the cross.
Charles relaxed, hanging exhausted in the buckles of the cross. We descented
him from the corss and in the afternoon we sewed him a scrotum suspensorium
from elastic fabric, fixed with straps on a girdle around his waist. We asked
him to sty permanently with us and so we witnessed that his lecherey returned
all four or five hours and without our help he needed often more than an hour
writhing in lust before the semen jetted in longlasting flow out of his little
peehole. At some days he produced half a pint of semen, which - filled up with
red wine - was our common evening drink. `

One a day he went to his surgeon with the wish to fill up his scrotum with
further marbles up to the weight of a pound. The surgeon agreed and we begged
him - considering charles' difficulties with his testosterone - to remove his
testicles at this occasion. The weight of his new scrotum now big as a ball

forced him to wear his scrotum suspensorium permantently. Some days later he
examined carefully his sack, unable to feel the testicles between all the
marbles. When also no further ejaculation and no further lecherous paroxisms
occured, he realized, that he was emasculated, orchiectomized and now a
complete eunuch - and he was happy. Naturally he was sad, that his former
lascivity had gone, but I consoled him by the promise that he would get my
semi-dandrogene gestagene. giving als me a controllable uninterrupted state of
arousal. And naturally it worked at him. After some months he had reserved his
former sexual pleasure, but with some side effects: The female hormone had let
grown his nipples to two centimeters and the thick swollen prominent aureole
gave his male body an arousing bizarre look.

To be continued. If interested, please write me (email:
hermaphroditos@gmx.de).

* * *


The debate

Summary: Who are superior, males or females?

The big debate
==============

Here it was, the big debate. The best minds in feminism (all female of course)
verses the best minds in society (2 male and 1 female).

John spoke first. He went for the very traditional line of male/female roles.
Child rearing. Nurturing instincts. It was well put together. A little dry
and heard before but a good opener.

Janet countered all these arguments with all the usual evidence on role
stereo-typing and gave plenty examples of cause and effect.

Mike was next. He was a bit more revolutionary. He went right back to
primitive societies. And rattled off, society after society where
males were 100% in charge.

Henrietta, came to the podiem next. She told of how women have never had a
chance to prove themselves. They have been over-powered by the devious
males through-out history. She says "Clothes are the main tool of man.
What do I mean? If a man's symbol of power over women is his penis.
Why does he hide it away. Simple. A man's balls is a far more potent symbol
of his weakness than his penis his strength. History started when man
got clothes, hid his weakness and started to treat women badly. Before this
time, women had the edge and treated men well. This fairness by women,
lead to their downfall. Next time, we wont be so fair. Think for a moment.
Men - if you get kicked in the balls what happens. Women - if you kick a
guy in his balls, what happens. We're taught not to do this at an early
age. It is a male society's taboo. I propose an experiment. All the ladies,
here, pick a guy and knee him in the balls. See what happens". With that she
sat down.

Aileen from the traditionalists stood up. "I've listened very carefully to
that well presented argument. A simple knee in the balls is a good starting
experiment as not many women or men have had that experience. Is it a male
represive educational act or is it women who dont want to be hit back?
I propose another experiment as well. A naked fight between a male and
female of similar background and age. I propose 2 acedemics would suffice."
She sat down.

Teresa stood up and asked the adjudicator to grant permission for the
experiments to take place now. "Permission granted".

The audience was
re-arranged so females and males were paired off. The males stripped below
the waste to remove their protective clothing and allow the ladies a more
accurate shot at their targets." Over a duration of a few seconds, each
male and female pair drew their breaths in preparation for the act. As some
pairs were breathing deep other males were screaming and falling to the
floor.

Henrietta thought "yes, I was right about that so far". A few pairs were
brought to the podium to tell of their experience. The males said
"The feeling of total weakness during the event. And the feeling of great
vulnerability after". The females quoted "The feeling of surprise,
wonderment and it was quite funny during the event. And the feeling, of
power and control after". All pairs were asked to write their descriptions
down for later assessment.

Now for the fight, Janet and Mike. Both were non-physical, out of shape.
Late 30s academics. They were stripped down. And faced each other naked.
They appologised to each other for what they were about to do. Mike
approached Janet and swung at her. She wasn't nimble but she got out of
the way. The second swing, clipped her on the head. She lost balance and
fell. She tried to clamber up. He grabbed her. She bit into his hand.
He removed his hand to try to remove the pain, more instinct than tactics.
His swinging genitals caught her eye. She released her jaw and kicked out
at his male parts. She missed but caught his penis with her toe-nail.
They withdrew to gain breath. He quickly checked his penis. The nail had
cut the flesh a little.

As he looked up from viewing his damage, he walked on to a punch from her.
It hit him in the face. He was more surprised than hurt. She followed it
up with a punch to the gut. He was hurt. In his pain he punched her.
It landed in her gut. She hit the floor. She started to crawl away but he
chased her. When he had almost caught her, she turned. She was close enough
to grab his genitals. She did. She grabbed his balls in her right hand.
She pushed his body with
her head, grabbed his legs with her left hand. He lost balance and fell
backwards. His legs hit her in the mouth as he fell. She let go of his
balls. The momentum of his fall, had dragged her hand from his balls. They
were hurt. She regained herself and looked up at his pained fallen body.
She crawled over to his genitals. Her final attack. Was it prime-eivil
instinct - she didn't know. She sunk her teeth into his penis.

The other women finally prized her from his cock.

Teresa took the stand again. Well, we finally have the answer.
"The penis, a man's symbol of man's power over women has been a long kept
 disguise for a man's testicals, a symbol of women's power over man. For us
women the answer is easy. We must fight every male, uncover his weakness,
we must remove his power symbol, his penis and use his balls to torture
his freedom like he has tortured women for so long".

Great applause.

From that moment on, another question arose. Were Teresa's words a metaphor
or to be taken literally. Men, certainly do have a hard time of it these
days. That is if they are with a woman who does not pertain to the literal
meaning.

I myself, dont really pertain to the literal meaning. But, I do get lapses
of consciense and head of to St. Teresa's with one of my latest males. Poor
soles. I'm glad I dont have a penis, you never know when your going to
lose it.


THE WIFE's CHOICE -- A JOKE

Summary: AFTER AN ACCIDENT THE WIFE MAKES A CHOICE FOR HER AND HER HUSBAND.

<< A man was in an accident and his penis was chopped off.

He was rushed to the hospital where the doctor examined him, and
after careful examination said, "We can replace it with a small
size for $2,000, a medium size for $5,000, or an extra-large size
for $10,000. I realize it's a lot of money, so take your time and
talk it over with your wife."

When the doctor came back into the room he found the man staring
sadly at the floor.

"We've decided," the man told him as he choked back tears. "My wife
says she'd rather have a new kitchen."


Punishment for a Repentent Pervert - Part I

Summary: A flasher who is normally content with just exposing himself, goes one step too far and assaults a young woman. He is consumed with guilt and determined to prevent that happening again. He wishes to be castrated, but can he go through with it?

` PART ONE `

Why did he do it? John couldn’t easily say. But for two months he had paid a
heavy price for his lust. Guilt hung over him like a heavy blanket he was
unable to shake off.

But soon, the waiting and the agony would be over. He disliked hospitals –
even smart private clinics like this one. Yet he was here out of choice.

It was his decision and his alone: to be castrated as a punishment for what he
had done and to stop him reoffending ever again.

They weren’t ready for him yet and the delay was agonising. He flicked through
the magazines but couldn’t concentrate. He sat there motionless, staring
fixedly at the wall, lost in thought, pondering his empty life.

John was 30, single and unemployed. He lived by himself in a small, run-down
bedsit on the outskirts of town. His grimy front window which he could never
bother to clean looked out on to the street outside.

Often he would fill the empty hours staring listlessly through the dirty glass
from behind net curtains.

It was usually fairly quiet. The occasional passer-by would stroll along – and
John would watch them absent mindedly. But one particular day, he took more
notice. A girl was walking along. She was around 17 with long blonde hair and
pretty blue eyes. She wore a white patterned dress with little pink sequins
braided into it. She looked happy and as the sun caught her dress, the sequins
twinkled.

There was a twinkle in John’s eye too. The light white fabric was no match for
strong summer sunshine which cut straight through it.

John stared in fascination at those strong slim legs beneath her skirt. But
looking at her wasn’t enough for him. John was a flasher. “Just one more
time,” he said to himself. He removed his jeans and underpants and grabbed his
pair of running shorts which he put on, forcing his semi erect penis inside
them.

And then, he slipped out of the door, gently closing it behind him. The girl
was approaching the end of the street. There were roads either side but
straight ahead was a dead end, save for a sandy path which led to woodland.
“Please go in the wood, please,” implored John as he silently ran after her.
He was in luck. She did so and John, panting in anticipation, caught her up
and ran straight past her.

Sarah thought nothing of it. He was just another jogger; two had already
huffed and puffed past her earlier on. As for her, she was in no hurry. She
was off for a nice walk through the woods, all alone save for the birds, the
butterflies and the trees.

John had kept jogging for a good way until the path led into thick woodland.
He looked around carefully. No-one was about. He stepped off the path behind a
tree which still afforded him a view of the route the girl would take.

John pulled down his shorts, almost ripping them as he struggled to push them
off his shoes. He threw them to the floor. He took his now erect penis into
his hand. He began to masturbate slowly and carefully, eyes fixed on the path.
Suddenly Sarah appeared and began to walk along it.

Part II to follow

* * *


New world - 3003

Summary: In the future sperm is scarse.

New World.
==========

Mike, a scientist from the 20th century awoke. He opened his eyes slowly
to behold a group of women surveying him. He was naked. He asked them
where he was. The were surprised but told him "Medical Lab 1 - the year is
3003". He was stunned. They finished the medical examination and he got
dressed. Natashia escorted him on a tour of the faility.

She explained that men in this time, were not intelligent at all, and are
used for gene production only. Only a few males are produced each year.
The bulk of the population are female.

Over the next month Natashia and Mike had many conversations about the past
and present. Exchanging information. Natashia, then put it to Mike, that
his genes would be of benefit to society. It would be a pleasure retorted
 Mike. Natashia then lead him to another lab. She asked him to strip. He
stripped. His penis stood to attention. She approached carrying a sheath.
She inserted his penis into it and flicked a switch. He felt light headed
as it stimulated his cock.

Natashia approached and gave him a shot of something in his arm. He felt
good. Her voice now sounded hipnotic. She told him to approach the table
and push his cock and balls through the ring standing on the edge. He
did as he was told. Natashia approached, looked at his organs and smiled.
She unhooked a wire from the ring edge and rapped it around the back of
his scrotum and then lifted it up and around his cock. Stand still she said.
He was not bound. He wanted to get away, but his body was not moving.
She smiled sweetly to him as she pulled the wire and severed his scrotum
and the his penis from his body. Mike's eyes shed tears as he watched
motionless as she de-sexed him. The de-sexing complete. She pushed him
away and attached a machine to his genitals.

Mike was carried out of the lab and on his way out - it was explained that
men cannot fulfill the gene requirement. But a machine supporting the male
sexual organs can. They thanked him for supporting the cause.

Natashia took him home. A few weeks passed by and Mike had totally forgiven
Natashia and they remained good friends. Talking about old times.


Thecia's bad day

Summary: A short fantasy Thecia story. Of course it's fiction and not for minors.

Thecia’s bad day

My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m also an engineer
who works at various oil refineries around the world.

I woke on a Tuesday morning to a 4 AM phone call from an old and intoxicated
boy friend. After putting him in his place I returned to a furtive sleep until
my six o’clock alarm. I had an early morning pressure test on several miles of
new refinery pipeline. A successful test would mean a big bonus for me. There
were thousands of welds and hundreds of flanges, so a perfect test on the
first try was not likely. I stopped for my morning coffee, it turned out to be
cold and made wrong. The pipeline test failed in a slew of places. It was not
a good day.

On the way home from work I stopped at the supermarket to pick up a few
things. On my way out of the store I saw a pickup truck back out of a spot and
drag its bumper down the length of my car, causing a deep cut from the front
fender to the start of the back door. The truck just drove away. I got the
license number and took note or the unique decal in the back window.

I started to call 911 when my evil side popped up, I could make this day
better yet.

I learned from one of my cop friends that he was a low life petty criminal and
a town bully.

He lived in a nearby town at 23 Spooner Street (ironically the same address as
Peter Griffin)

He opened the door and asked of me “What do you want?” I told him that he hit
my car and I wanted him to stand up and take care of it.

His reply was, “Fuck you cunt!” as he tried to slam the door. My taser was a
little quicker than he was and in a nanosecond he was writhing on the floor in
tears. From the corner of my eye I spotted a battle scarred pit bull coming at
me. The taser had recharged and it put the dog on the floor with his master. I
hog tied the dog and cuffed the man before the affects wore off.

I cut the man’s clothes off to reveal a pretty impressive package, a cock that
was maybe a very thick eight inches and balls the size of lemons.

With practiced ease I put an elastrator band over his nuts and looped my
monofilament fishing line around his sack just below the band. He couldn’t see
what I was doing, but he knew it wasn’t a good thing. He said, “I’m going to
kill you, you fucking cunt.” I told him that somehow I didn’t think he would
have the balls to do that. I pulled the improvised wooden handles of my
garrote and in a flash his big balls bounced onto the seventies era shag rug.
He began to scream, “My Balls! My Balls.” but it was too late, his big nuts
were mine.

The pit bull was struggling mightily against his bonds. He was obviously used
in the fight ring. I wouldn’t put up with that either. Using exactly the same
method his canine nuts fell on the same outdated shag rug.

The day turned out to be not so bad after all. I had to pay for my own car
repairs, but it was worth it.

I stopped at a Greek diner on the way home and had a little spinach pie. It
hit the spot. Nutting always makes me hungry.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia

thecia@hotmail.com

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The Valentine's Present

Summary: The boy's most horrible Valentine's wishes come thru, - with help from a box of chocolates.

The Valentin's Present

It was Valentine's Day evening.

The fire in the fire place blazed cheerfully and supplanted the February
night's cold. On a dais close to the fire place a naked boy was kneeling. Soft
silk ribbons pulled his hands toward the ceiling and kept his knees against
the rim of the dais – far apart. The flames endowed his light skin with a
golden cherry glow. He was very beautiful. A scarf around his head covering
his eyes had increased his sensitivity for the flames' crackling, the smell of
birchwood and for the finger, which caressed his inner thigh.

”How does it feel?” whispered the man into the boy's ear.

”I lo...”

”Shhh,” whispered the man. ”I love you too.”

The boy made a small twitch, as the finger reached his hairless genitals, and
his penis hardened by the light touch.

”Are you ready?” the man whispered. ”A box with chocolate and twelve small
notes. One for each of your years of living. Is that to be your Valentine's
present?”

The boy nodded eagerly.

”Taste this.” The man pressed a piece of chocolate against the boy's lips. He
took a bite.

”Coconut.”

The man tasted the chocolate. ”Yes, it is coconut.”

”Read the note,” said the boy.

The man found the note marked 'coconut', opened it and read. He smiled kindly
of the boyish handwriting, while he read aloud.

”Coconut: tie me to the bed and tickle me endlessly.”

”How sympathetic.” The man laughed and gave the boy's penis a little flick.
”There will be plenty of time for that.”

”One more,” the boy whispered in suspense.

The man put another piece of chocolate to the boy's mouth.

”Caramel.”

”Right,” the man confirmed. ”It is caramel.”

He read the note marked 'caramel'.

”Caramel: A whole night's caress, but I am not allowed to cum.”

”We both can have pleasure from that,” the man smiled.

The boy giggled, and for a moment they both laughed, until the echos of their
laughter died out , and the crackling fire again was the only sound.

”Enough for to night?” The man lightly squeezed the boy's genitals, but the
boy shook his head.

”Well, as you wish, here you have one more.”

The boy tasted the chocolate and hesitated. ”Strawberry.” But this time he did
not smile. The man took up the note named 'strawberry'. His voice got deeper
and more slowly while reading.

”Strawberry: 'Hang me upside down and whip my inner thighs with the bamboo
cane.'”

”Please, don't do it. Let me get off. I wrote it just for fun.” The boy was
close to crying.

”I know you,” then man replied. ”Exactly as you know me. You do nothing just
for fun. Your wishes are the same as mine. You wanted this Valentine's evening
to be something special."

”One more please, ” the boy said.

”As you wish. It is your Valentine's present."

A new piece of chocolate touched the boy's lips. Then his head moved back
abruptly.

”NO!” He cried. ”Let me choose another one!”

The man tasted the chocolate himself.

”It is vanilla,” he said, ”what can be so special about that?”

The sound of a letter being opened drowned for a moment the crackling fire.
For a long time he read in silence. The boy's face was pale as birch ash. When
the man spoke his voice was hoarse.

”The big prize.”

Tears ran down the boy's face.

”I didn't knew there was vanilla in the box,” he whispered.

”You wrote this lines with you most secret wishes. If you didn't wanted it,
you would not have written it.”

The man's mouth was close to the boy's ear, his fingers cupped the boy's
testicles while reading aloud.

”'Vanilla: In the cellar, naked and blindfolded. Licking your ass and sucking
your cock. My genitals tortured for two hours. Then the tip of my cock chopped
off, and my balls removed from scrotum. All kept in a jar. Screaming,
screaming through endless hours.”

”I didn't know,” the boy's voice was hardly audible.

”You didn't know there was vanilla in the box, but if you didn't want it, you
would not have written as you did, and you would not have arrived today, just
in the beginning of the vacation. You would not have told your parents, that
you were on winter holidays, with your classmates. You didn't know there was
vanilla in the box, but secretly you wanted it.”

The boy whimpered a bit and bowed his head accepting his fate. The man
loosened the silk ribbons holding the boy's hands and knees, then lifted his
lovely victim and went for the cellar. Soon, desperate shrieks from a boy in
unbearable pain rose through the dark house.

Several hours later the man came back. Alone. He was tired. The boy's last
hoarse prayer for mercy echoed in his ears. The fire had almost burned down.
He sat down and placed a little jar with the boy’s genitals on the table.
Absent-mindedly he took a piece of chocolate from the still-open box:
'Nougat,'" he established.

Without deeper thought he took the letter marked 'Nougat', and read:

”Nougat: A shoulder to cry on, a hug when I need it. A kiss when I want it.”

The man crumpled up the paper and threw it into the flames. A short flare and
it was gone.

”Happy Valentine's Evening,” he said to the empty room.

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