ECT--truly a shocking story

Summary: a student nurse take a wrong turn in the tunnels of the mental hospital for the insane---

` it had been a long day. i was headed back to the main entrance and home for
a cold beer and dinner. i wasn't paying attention as i came to the fork in the
tunnels--one headed out and the other led to the worst patients in the state.
i had walked for several minutes and knew something was wrong.i heard talking
in front of me and continued on. i rounded a corner and came upon a group of
inmates--i looked for their escort. i tried to smile and keep on walking. i
was suddenly grabbed from behind and held. the butcher of mystic lake stared
into my eyes. his foul breath invaded my nostrils. "what have we here"..he
snarled. i saw his escort lying in the doorway--all bloody and unmoving. "i
have a special plan for you boy". i was quickly stripped--and put on a gurney
securely tied to it. a gag was shoved in my mouth and i struggled to get away.
they just laughed. i was wheeled down the hall to the----ECT ROOM---omygod. i
struggled harder. the gurney was put in position and i heard the buzz of
clippers near my right ear. several swipes on the each temple and then my
pubic hair was stripped away. the ect harness was placed on my head and i felt
my testicles being pulled. the butcher looked me in the eye as i heard the
power in the ect nachine being turned on--the high pitched buzz got louder and
louder---more power was being turned into it. he laughed and with a slash of
the staight razor seperated my testicles from me---then hit the button sending
meaga watts of electricity into the helmet and then-----darkness....

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Clitoridectomy Support Group 3 Christine

Summary: One woman relates what she has lost

Christine

Two days later I met Christine. She was a slight woman, flat chested and with
small blue eyes. She was about 30 years of age. She smiled at me and we again
sat down to tea. She constantly fiddled with a little crystal ball that was on
a chain around her neck.

‘You want to know my story?’ she asked.

‘Yes,’ I said.

“It began two years ago. I was working here and met a local man. He was
educated and kind. We got along. After some months, he said he was under
pressure to get married. However, his mother insisted that he marry a virgin.
He assumed I wasn’t, so he was telling me his dilemma.’

‘After some time, I told him I was a virgin. As I was approaching 30, marriage
was also on my mind. Eventually he took me to see his mother. She was openly
doubtful that a western woman would be telling the truth about her virginity.
However, she said she would consider our relationship, but I needed to have a
medical examination.’

“I went to the doctor she used, and he examined me carefully. He sent the
report to the mother. Later I saw her. She was still ambivalent. She had read
I was a virgin, but I had not been circumcised. This meant that she could not
trust me after marriage.’

‘I talked to Ahmed, and he tried to persuade his mother that I was clearly of
good character. However she would not be moved. I had to be circumcised for
her to consider our marriage.’

“I said no, but I liked Ahmed and I wanted so much to be married. After a
couple of months, I agreed. The family doctor would do the operation.’

‘It was to be done after work on Monday. I spent the entire weekend
masturbating. I could not stop. When I went in on Monday, my clitoris was
sore. It was almost a relief to have it removed. I went in, took off my
knickers and lie half upright on a table. My ankles were put in stirrups and
pulled wide apart. My skirt was pulled up around my midriff. He swabbed
between my labia, pulled my clitoris through a small ring, which he could
reduce in size. When it was clamped there, he took out a scalpel and cut
behind it in one movement. There was a sharp pain and it was gone. He put in a
couple of stitches and told me to come back on Friday to have them out.

I went back to my place without my knickers on, and did not wear any for the
rest of the week, although I put a sanitary pad in place, when I went to bed
that night or when I sat down at work.

The stitches came out, and I faced my first weekend without a clitoris.
However, I was so sore, that it did not occur to me to try to do anything.
After another three weeks, the soreness went. I put my hand between my legs,
but there was nothing to play with. However the next month felt good. I could
feel my vagina get firm and I anticipated penetration. I had always
masturbated so much that I had never thought of feelings elsewhere than in my
clitoris.

After a couple of months, I went to see my prospective mother in law again.
She asked me to undress so she could inspect me. I did this and she looked at
me and then felt me all over, prodding my buttocks, thighs, stomach and chest.
Finally she parted my legs and looked at my sex.

She parted my outer labia to inspect me.

‘That is a neat job,’ she said, ‘It has clearly be taken off at the base.
There is no loose flesh. You must feel much better.’

I was silent.

Then she said, ‘But you’re too thin. You won’t be able to bear good children.
I do not think that you are satisfactory for my son.’

‘But I’ve been circumcised as you requested,’ I stammered.

‘Yes, but that was for your own good.’

“I haven’t got a clitoris anymore.’

‘Not where it used to be,’ she said and then she gave me this crystal ball.
Christine continued to finger the ball hanging round her neck.

I looked at Christine. “That’s it?’ I asked.

‘Oh yes, she gave me my clitoris back.’

‘And Ahmed, what happened to him?’

‘He married a local woman three months later. I think she had it planned all
along.’

‘How long ago was this?’

‘Just over a year.’

‘What are you doing now?’

‘What can I do? I am a 30 year old virgin without a clitoris. Who would want
me?’

‘Do you miss it?’

‘What, my clitoris? Of course. I played with it every day for almost 20 years.
When I was nervous, I played with it. I used to spend half my weekend
masturbating. That was on of the reasons losing it did not seem so bad. I was
spending so much time playing with myself that I did nothing else.’

She continued to play with the plastic ball hanging round her neck. She than
gave an ironic smile. “I suppose I play with it more than ever now. But I do
not get any solace.’

I looked at her. ‘Is there anything I can do?’ I asked foolishly.

‘Yes, let me cut yours off. If I haven’t got one, why should anyone else?’

‘Coming her is the best thing for me. No-one else here has a clitoris. So I do
not feel so bad.’

I walked back to the hotel holding my arms across my chest. My nipples would
not come down. I squelched as I walked. I was horrified and excited.

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Olga Fretor, Crime Boss.

STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR

Summary: Crime Boss. Thanks for reading, feedback plz!

A crime boss named Olga Fretor was at the top in most areas. She was 45 years
of age, wife of a now deceased king pin. Olga took

over her husbands outfit after his death. She was brought into a world of
violence and crime at a very young age. Her parents

were very important among the crime rings. At age 12 her parents went missing.
She was adopted by two noteable people of a crime

syndicate and became apart of the group. At present time Olga is a transporter
of inmates who are very well endowed.

Olga recieved a package from a brazilian courier company. It was kept frozen
and packaged and listed as a food product. She had a very

large home and many of her outfit lounged there. The members in her outfit
referred to her as grand mama. She held the package and walked into

her study room. She entered and was greeted by two members Cirstov and Sergei.
Both of the men knew grand mama's business but never directly

asked her about her endverours in brazil. She placed the packaged on her desk
and asked the two men quietly and politely to leave her and shut the door.

The two men walked out of the room and closed it tightly. Olga picked up her
phone and dialed. "Yes, hello?" answered a male voice. "Gregol. this is

your mama. I got your packaged I'm opening it as we speak." She started to
unwrap the box. "Mama, I hope it stayed fresh for you. I hope you enjoy it."

She finished unwraping the box, "We will see." she spoke softly. She pulled
out a steel box and opened it. Inside she feast her eyes on a huge package.

She smiled, "Well done Gregol. This is splendid. I will enjoy this." With that
she hung up. Olga opened the seal and grabed the bag. Inside the bag

laid a very large cock. The penis was about 11 inches long. She opened the
seal of the bag and pulled out the severed member. She laid it on her desk.

She then grabed the remaining contents inside. She pulled out a servered
scrotum and put it on her desk aswell. The scrotum still had its two balls
inside.

As she sat there lost in her lust of her fetish her door swung open and in
walked her niece Sove. Sove was well aware for her Aunts fetish. She saw the

severed organs of a male and really didn't pay much interest. Sove was very
used to seeing severed cocks and balls on her Aunts desk since she was very
young.

Sove had irrelevent business with her Aunt and she sat on her desk. Sove
chatted and playfully grabbed the servered dong. She continued to speak and

tossed the servered organ from hand to hand. Olga inturrupted Sove, "Do you
want to share this feast with me Sove?" Sove paused for a momenet,

"Mm I'm not very hungry at the moment." With that Sove stood up and walked out
of the room waving goodbye.

The next day she met with her agents and met with various inmates. Eatch
inmate stripped down naked. Olga walked around and picked out who she wanted
to geld.

Olga selected two of the six that were standing before her. The first inmate
was taken to her home and stripped. This man was convicted of double murder
and

sentenced to death. Olga paid the right people to handle these criminals. The
man was taken to inside a room. This room had large holes carved out of the
wall

weighst high. The man was given several shots of testosteron to keep him fully
errect. He was faced towards the wall and his large cock was placed through
the

hole. Olga was standing on the otherside. She saw the huge member slide
through. Sove was present in the room. The cock was very large to Sove she is
in a

relationship and surpurisingly to her her Aunts fetishes doesn't get in her
way. But she watched as the strong errected cock was going to be cut off from

its body and the two plump balls were going to be snipped off aswell. Olga was
notorious for severing cocks. This time she wanted to use a different method.

Olga had a linen bag on a table. The bag would move around periodicly. A small
girl named Yasha enetered the room. Yasha was 12 years old and was Olga's

Grandchild. Olga called out to Yasha. She walked over and saw the large penis
coming out of the wall. Yasha saw various castrations her Grandmother held.

Olga asked Yasha if she would like to drain the cocks balls of its juices.
Yasha nodded in aggreement. Yasha walked over towards the monster cock. She
was

short so she didn't need to lean or kneel. Yasha fowarded her head toward the
13inch cock and opened her small mouth. her lips were easy over the head of
the penis.

She tightly held the balls in her small palm and squeezed. Yasha naturally
started to take more of the dong into her mouth. She sucked and stimulated the

cock with her tounge. Finally she felt the head enlarge and the nuts started
to strain. Jets of semen errupted from the cock into her small mouth. Yasha

swalloed load after load. The cock ceased and she pulled away from the wall.
Yasha turned to her grandmother and smiled wiping the leftover semen off her
face.

Olga approached the cock and took the contents out of the small linene bag to
reveal a 6inch python. The pythons face was masked to prevent injuries. The
pyhon was

kept starving to enjoy its upcoming meal. Olga unmasked the python, in a split
second the snake leaped forward and engulfed the dong with its mouth. Olga

held on the snake as it slowly krept up the mans cock. The python's mouth
stretched in responce to the size of the penis. The snakes head and mouth
stretched

as if the snake was going to rip and explode. The fangs were still lifted as
the python made its way to the base of the cock. The snake finally held the

13inch cock and its balls securdely in its mouth. The python slowly lowered
its upper mouth and bit into the mans flesh. Everyone in the room was totally

captivated by the scene and watched as the snake closed its mouth down
completely as blood errupted from the mans groin area. The snake fell to the
ground with

the servered organs in its mouth. Olga quickly killed the python with a blade.
She cut open the pythons belly as the contents were now in the mid section of
the

snake. She slowly pulled the servered cock and balls out of the snakes belly
and placed them on a plate. The dong was covered in a yellow plasma. Olga
pulled

out both balls from the severed sack. She sniped of the cords and cleaned both
of the nuts. She enjoyed a savoring meal that night and played back the video
footage

she recorded of the event as she ate. She also wondered how she would deal
with the next inmate she had in her cellar.

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School's Out: The Sale

Summary: After being emasculated, the prep work for sale must begin.

# The Preparation

Jonathon was in a locked room with all the other new slaves. After their
emasculation, it was a quick task that they were made a new urethra. But that
was not the least of what awaited them.

There are two kinds of slaves made available, those that are for work and
those that are for sex. A sexual slave, while being available for regular
work, is primarily sold for twice the price.

A security guard came in and ordered all the slaves out of the room. They
entered a room with many tables, almost like a medical centre. "Slaves, bend
over the table." Upon doing so, the slaves were then locked in a set of stocks
to prevent them from moving.

Two nurses came in and started putting a tube up the anus of each slave.
Giving the slave an enema, preparing for the final determination.

The doctor came in, and asked one of the nurses "How many are going to be
ordered?"

The nurse replied, "We have four confirmed orders, with possibly a fifth."

The doctor started inspecting each anus, for various properties that gay men
look for. Upon selection, each one chosen was stamped on the other bum cheek
with a penis emblem.

Upon leaving the room, the doctor said to a waiting man, "George, your turn."

George was a specialist in manes. The chief way of identifying a working slave
is by their bright mane covering their anus, as if to say 'not accessible'.

The nurses have already started to install the spiked spincter. To truly add
value to the sex slaves, the other slaves must be prevented from engaging in
the activity. This is achieved by a device that will replace the function of
the spincter and be spiked to hurt anyone that tries to violate it.

With the spincter installed, George starts his work. He first finds the area
just at the base of the spine and starts to operate there to create hair
follicles. Each worker slave is given their own variation of colour.

By the time the slaves are released from their bonds, most of them have a huge
flowing mane hanging over their ass down to their knees. Their body will
produce hair for it for a long time to come.

# The Sale

The next day the slaves are just below the stage, with Peter standing first on
the stage. His head is bald, a number 3754 tag on his ear, and a long flowing
yellow mane, he is ready to be sold. The auction starts at $7,500. By the end
of the auction he is sold for $10,000.

Jonathon is next, his number is 3755, but he has no mane. The bidding starts
at $15,000, and he looks out at those that are bidding. There are a few people
from the neighbourhood. Miss Roberts from next door seems to be winning. He
ends up being sold for $22,000.

All in all, the auction nets $350,000 for the school. The slaves are shipped
off to their respective owners upon payment.

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The Emporor and the Eunuchs

WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: The emporor castrated his enemies to make them submit, but in time it was he who submitted to their power.

The Emporor and the Eunuchs

Penectomypassion

Once upon a time in China, there was a glorious king. City after city fell
before his army, and upon entering he married the prettiest princess in town.
And to illistarte his might, he took her father and castrated him. After
conquering all the cities, marrying all the prettiest princesses, and
castrating all the recaltrasant lords, he decred himself “Emporor”.

Now he had hundreds of women and could not look after them all himself,
afterall he had important affairs of state to attend to. One can hardly trust
ordinary soldiers to protect them. After thinking long and hard about this
problem, he summoned up all the eunuchs, who, upon there alteration, were
among his most loyal subjects, and asked them to guard his wives. To
facilitate their task they built a prison-palace and locked all the women
away. Only they and the emporor could come and go freely. Naturally they were
well placed to influence policy.

Overtime the eunuchs began to die, but the demand for eunuchs only grew, so
royal officials turned to orphans. These defenseless young boys were sent to
the chopping block. The emporors grew to trust them more and more. They were
not disrtracted by fleshly passions, and being both parentless and childless
they were free from the corrupting blight of nepotism.

Before long he had children by the thousands. The boys were only allowed to
see their mothers in a special chambre, and spent the rest of their time in
another part of the palace where women were forbidden, lest they impregnate
any of the queens. The eunuchs were responsible for managing this increasingly
complex security system. They also were responsible for educating the princes.

After many generations, under the supervision of the eunuchs, the kings became
decadent. They spent their time playing tennis, having sex, and smoking opium;
while, the tedious task of governing was left to the eunuchs.

The souveign relaxed, and the slaves ruled.

The question asks itself, “who is really in control?” When did the emporor
cease being a master, and became a pet?

My obience may make you feel powerful, but you need my obience to be powerful.
Exploitation breeds dependance Power is always circular.

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Extra Income VI

STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, WARNING - SNUFF

Summary: A Eunuch’s wife finds a way to earn extra cash as a hit woman.  One client failed to pay, a deadly mistake.

My eunuch husband Jim helped me again. I had this client who ordered a final
solution for a rival in Chicago. He seemed to be on the up & up, so I accepted
the down payment and blew into the windy city in order to take care of my
contract. After concluding business, I mailed the gonads to my client and went
back home to Jim.

After a couple of weeks, I had not received the final payment. The job was
certainly final, so I expected payment. I sent “Mr. Scrooge” a polite email
reminding him of the second $10,000 due. No reply. I sent two more emails with
no result. I even made two phone calls, but he disconnected his cell. I was
pissed. Then Jim suggested a course of action, and helped with the technology.

Back to the Windy City I went, and sought out my client. I knew his home
address, so I waited there for him to leave one morning. He worked as a
manager in a video store in one of the suburbs. Shortly after he opened the
store, I entered. He had never seen me before, so he showed no surprise. It
was early on a Tuesday morning, so I was the only customer. Actually, he would
be "the customer" receiving the services though. :)

I wore a very low cut blouse to show off my ample assets to their best
advantage. He noticed. I called out and asked for some help, and he was only
too anxious to come out from behind the counter and join me by the racks of
DVDs. As he faced me, I threw my arms around him and introduced myself.

“I’m Sharon Fox” I said, and he looked shocked. Just then I pressed a button
on a small remote control that I held in my hands behind my back. I wore a
very special “hi tech” bra that Jim had modified for me. On either side of my
boobs there was a small cylinder with a CO2 charged syringe of a paralyzing
agent. As we hugged, Mr. Scrooge got two little pricks in his chest and two
injections set off by the remote. His eyes were locked on my cleavage as the
syringes did their job. The paralyzing agent works quickly, and he slumped to
the floor, wide awake but unable to move.

“You really should have paid your bill” I told him. “Your victim dangled his
balls by my pussy as he filled my womb with his cum. You got your money’s
worth in his doom, just as we agreed, and you received his balls as the
contract specified” I said. “Your victim got to enjoy himself just before the
end, kind of like a condemned man’s last meal. You however will get no such
pleasure since you are a skin flint and a cheat”.

I took the keys out of his pocket and locked the front door, turning off the
“OPEN” sign and turning on a “CLOSED” sign.

I went back to him and unbuttoned my blouse. It had two small holes now. I
unfastened my bra and slid down my skirt. “Here’s what your target got to
feast upon for his last meal. You will just get to look”. Of course he could
not reply verbally, but I could see the reply from his penis in the tent
rising in his slacks. .

With that I unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his paralyzed
ankles. Then I slid off his boxers. I found it funny that he sported a raging
hard-on as I pulled out a carving knife from my shopping bag. I am sure he
would have screamed if he could, but not a sound came forth as I sliced off
his balls. He watched with a combination of pain, fear, and awe as I held up
one ball, opened my mouth, and chewed it up. “One down the hatch, one to go” I
said, and then repeated with his other ball. They actually tasted pretty good,
kind of like a chewy version of steak tartar. “No more babies for you!”

“Now for your final suck-off” I said and sliced off his big boner. He was
bleeding out as I held up his dick and began to suck on its little head. “Oh,
I’ll just let you finish” I told him, and I stuffed his penis into his own
mouth. He gurgled a little and passed out. He would bleed to death within 15
minutes, and the cops would assume it was a mafia hit. I slipped out the back
door of the store and headed back home.

Simple lesson here: Pay your bills. Bill collection can be a painful process!

I wonder what his penis would have tasted like. I guess I’ll have to find out
on some future man. Maybe YOU?

Thinking of you guys,

Sharon Fox
jimfoxeu@hotmail.com

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Busted - The Game Show:  Chapter 29

Busted – The Game Show

© Justin Cumberland 2007

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Inexorably, the sun sank towards the horizon. There was no stopping it; and
when they pulled into the gas station it was a horizontal light, tinged with
the golden flame of an afternoon broken.

‘We’re not going to make it,’ Garth said.

‘Have you got any money?’

Garth said nothing. He stared at the windscreen.

Jason got out of the car. Behind the shop, at the side, there was a garage and
a guy in coveralls. He was standing at a bench and polishing a piece of
machinery which he had held in one hand.

‘Have you got any gas?’ Jason said. He heard his voice resound in the garage.
It was high and childlike. He was only fifteen.

The guy turned around and stopped. His eyes opened wide and he stared at
Jason. Stared at the panties. He swallowed.

‘Have you got any gas? Jason said.

‘How much do you want?’ The guy said. He left off polishing the piece of metal
and put it on the bench beside him, staring at the panties all the while. He
looked up at Jason and raised his eyebrows.

‘A tankful. We’re running on empty.’

The guy walked over to the slits in the workshop door. He looked out at the
car and whistled. ‘Fuck!’ he said. ‘A fucking Firebird! Is that your Dad?’

‘He’s not my Dad.’

‘Did he send you in here to pay?’ the guy said. He turned around and
swallowed, looking Jason up and down.

‘Sure he did,’ Jason said.

‘How much have you got?’

‘Hang on,’ Jason said. He had forgotten about the tampon. He stepped out of
the workroom and tugged on the string, tossing it onto the floor in the corner
of the shop. The tock stared at him but said nothing. He stepped back into the
room and smiled shyly. ‘I don’t – I haven’t got any money,’ he said. He put
his fingers into the waist of the panties and pulled them down, dragging them
onto his thighs.

The guy came forward and put his hand on Jason’s bicep, stopping him. Jason
stood up and looked at the guy, leaving the panties stuck around his thighs.

‘You don’t have to do that, son.’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ Jason said. ‘I don’t care.’ He bent over and pulled the
panties down, letting them fall to the ground. He bent down and picked them up
holding them bunched in one hand. He was nervous.

The workshop guy stared at Jason’s groin.

‘What happened to you?’

‘I went to get tutored,’ Jason said.

‘Neutered, son. You mean neutered.’

Jason knew what he meant.

‘Did he do it to you?’

Jason shrugged. ‘Not really. It was my fault.’

The guy shook his head and put his hand on Jason’s arm again. ‘Just put em
back on, son. I’ll give you the gas.’ He looked like he was going to cry.

‘Really?’ Jason frowned.

‘Yeah, really.’

Jason looked down at the guy’s groin. He was hard. He had nothing on under the
coveralls, obviously, and his dick had swung up. It was huge and was holding
all of the fabric out and away from his body like a tent.

Jason put his hand out and touched it. ‘Don’t you want to,’ he said. He looked
up at the guy and squeezed his cock. It was thick and hard – as thick as
Jason’s had been.

‘I’ll hurt you,’ he said.

‘You won’t hurt me.’

‘I will.’ The guy pushed Jason’s hand away and turned around. He looked out
through the slits in the roller-door. ‘What a prick,’ he said, shaking his
head. ‘What a fucking prick!’

Jason arched his head up suddenly. ‘I want you to,’ he said. He moved forward
and put his hands around the guy’s waist from behind. He found the slit in the
coveralls and reached his hand in. He found the guy’s dick and wrapped his
hand around it. He squeezed and moved his hand back and forth, pulling on it.

The guy exhaled. ‘I said I’d give it to you already.’

‘You can do it,’ Jason said. ‘I don’t care. People have been fucking with me.
It doesn’t matter.’

The guy pushed him off and turned around. He brushed his fingers through his
hair, backing; and hit an elbow on the roller door, making it thunder. ‘I’ll
just give it to you, son.’

‘Don’t you like me?’

The guy threw his head back and rolled his eyes. ‘Yes, son. I like you.’

‘Well, why don’t you then?’ Jason stepped forward and took his hand.

The guy bit his lips and turned his head to one side. ‘I never liked it,’ he
said. ‘I couldn’t make you.’ He pulled his hand away and looked down. ‘Fuck!’
he said. ‘Look what the fuck they’ve done to you!’

Jason shrugged. He looked a bit sad, maybe; but it didn’t really matter. ‘I
don’t really care about it,’ he said, looking at the ground.

The mechanic started to cry. His shoulders hunched forward in a series of
sudden sobs. ‘Oh good Christ!’ he said. He shook his head and crouched down,
cradling his head in his hands. ‘What’s become of this world!’

Jason came forward and put his hand on the guy’s head, ruffling his hair
gently. ‘We’re not good people,’ he said.

The guy started to cry all the harder. ‘But you’ve got to try,’ he sobbed.
‘You can’t just not try.’

‘You pretty well can,’ Jason said. ‘It doesn’t really matter.’

The guy’s face contorted. ‘What sort of fucked up philosophy is that?’ he
said, spitting the words.

Jason shrugged his shoulders. ‘You’re not good,’ he said.

‘I’m a good man.’

‘You can’t be,’ Jason said. ‘It’s not possible.’

‘I try,’ the guy said. ‘I fucking well try.’

‘You’re just torturing yourself.’ Jason reached down and put a hand on the
guy’s shoulder. ‘It’s not like you think it is,’ he said. He crouched down and
kissed him on the forehead. ‘You’re not good.’ Jason put his arms around the
guy and hugged him.

‘So I can just fuck you?’

Jason shrugged.

‘Don’t you think there’s something wrong about that?’

‘Well, of course there is,’ Jason said. ‘But I’ll forgive you. You won’t have
to feel bad about it afterwards.’

‘Oh fuck,’ the guy said. He got up suddenly and turned Jason around. He
unbuttoned the coveralls and thrust forward, bending Jason over. He thrust his
dick into Jason’s arsehole and thrust forward mercilessly, pumping Jason hard
and fast as though he couldn’t stop to think about it. He came within a couple
of minutes and crouched down on the ground again, buttoning the coveralls up.

‘Can I have the gas?’ Jason said. He unbunched the panties from his hand and
put them on.

‘I said you could have it.’ He got up and walked to the other side of the
workshop. ‘I would have fucking given it to you. I said that.’

Jason followed him. ‘Are you angry at me?’

‘Oh, kid,’ the guy said, turning around suddenly and grabbing Jason, hugging
him to him and holding him. ‘I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry, okay.’

‘But I’ve already forgiven you,’ Jason said. ‘I like you.’

The guy moved back and held Jason at arm’s length – held him by the shoulders.
‘What are you?’ he said. ‘Some type of fucking saint.’

‘I’m a piece of shit,’ Jason said. ‘I’m a piece of fucking shit.’

The guy gave him the gas. He seemed happier somehow and he clapped Jason on
the back as they walked to the car together, carrying a canister each. ‘I’ll
have to get more,’ the guy said. He went back inside and Jason started to fill
the car. He looked around him. There were a couple of cars at the bowsers, a
couple of people charging their cars. There was a guy who stared at him,
giving himself a shock accidentally by putting his hand down without looking.
He shook it and sucked his fingers while he stared at Jason. The woman at the
other car looked away. She glanced over quickly, once, saw Jason and then
turned away, ignoring him, looking off to the horizon, away from the sun, to
the darkness where the day had been.

‘I got you a chocolate,’ the guy said.

Jason smiled suddenly. ‘Oh wow! Thanks,’ he said. ‘I haven’t had any of this
for ages.’

The guy smiled wryly and put the canister down. ‘You think you’ll be okay?’ He
looked into the car where Garth was sitting motionless.

Jason shrugged. ‘Sure I will,’ he said.

The guy smiled again. ‘And kid,’ he said, trying to turn away but stopping
himself. He looked off to the side, not meeting Jason’s eyes. ‘I’m a piece of
shit too,’ he said. He looked up at Jason quickly, as though he might have
said the wrong thing.

Jason was chewing on the chocolate. He smiled. ‘That’s it!’ he said.

The guy smiled back at him, turning to face him again and dangling his hands
at his sides. ‘You’ve got to be the best,’ he said.

‘Oh I am,’ Jason said. ‘I’m the most fucked up piece of shit you could ever
meet.’ He laughed suddenly and the guy laughed too.

The guy stood still for a moment, He didn’t want to walk away, obviously; but
he made himself. There was nothing else to say. In the shop he looked out at
Jason again, turning around and making some comment to the tock like the tock
was some other guy who might somehow understand. It probably said something
stupid because they always did.

Jason turned away and emptied the canister, chewing on the chocolate and
bending down to pick up another of the canisters from the ground, staying bent
over while he screwed the lid back on, keeping his legs and his back straight
like it was the most natural position in the world.

‘Shit!’ the guy at the bowser said. He had shocked himself again.

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Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence


Talking Bot

My former friends got families, worked hard and spent their free
time in vacation. They didnt have time any more.

So I stopped going out meeting people. I bought things at online
auctions, did my banking online and went only shopping to get
something to eat. I forgot my mother language, only talked english
at chat sites. Life got reduced to my monitor.

Last night i cutted off my glans and instead installed a
penis/computer port.

I  listen to the way people talk. I combine fragments of sentences.
I repeat phrases others said before.

I am the man/machine, a cybernetic organism, living tissue as
extension of a motherboard.

I am the talking bot.

Talk to me.


Kum Melar

Summary: Indian Festival

Kum mehla
    =========

    We marched and chanted to the water's edge, the Mother Ganges. 1000
    of us new followers. We were to be the next generation of holy men.
    To be naked from this day on. We de-robbed for the last time at the
    waters edge and took a step into the water. The holy leaders
    arrived and blessed us with the holy water.

    Our future followers we're here en-mass, 1000s. We erected
    ourselves by whatever means needed. I  just played sensitively with
    my penis.

    Female followers, now naked entered the water. A beautiful young
    woman, maybe 25 stood in front of me. She held my penis with both
    hands, one near the head, the other near the shaft. If felt great.
    She smiled sweetly. And then... She moved her hands rapidly and
    violently in opposite directions, obviously well practised on
    various crops.
    She broke my penis so easily. Unlike the crops she was used to
    breaking , my penis stayed in one piece however it would never be
    erect again.

    She lead from Mother Ganges by my penis. On the side of the river,
    she released her grip. I fell to feet and kissed them in gratitude.
    She smiled down at me. When I stood up, she and 1000 or so
    followers knelt down. They stayed knelt as I walked past them to
    start my life as  a holy man.


The Sultana's Eunuchs

Summary: The empire got a Sultana. She was going to make eunuchs in a new way.

I never dreamed that I would be in charge of the eunuch making
chamber.  Me, the Sultana’s maid.  The sultan was weak.  So different
 from the sultana, beautiful and strong.   He, like most men, liked
to screw two women at the same time.  One night long time ago, when
 he was screwing me, the Sultana grabbed his balls and squeezed them
 hard.  To our surprised, he liked it.  We gradually did that more
 and more and discovered his submissive streak.  The Sultana did more
 and more ball squeezing and less screwing.  She could not bear the
 thought of him invading her.  She gradually had him under her total
 control.  She let him come only if he obeyed her.  She let him know
 that she preferred making love to the women in the harem.  She
 controlled him outside the bedroom too.  Gradually, she got all his
 power.  She was smart and intelligent.  Most officials in court
 quickly saw the light and followed the winner.

I was riding the sultan.  The Sultana was squeezing his balls.  He
 seemed to twisting much more than before.  He sounded more painful
 than pleasured.  Suddenly, he screamed.  His body was twisting
 violently under me. He was clearly in tremendous pain.  The Sultana
 pushed me forward from behind.  She grabbed my tits and started
 riding his cock. She kissed me hard and rubbed herself against my
 back.  She was wild with excitement.  She went on and on, with one
 orgasm after another.

Finally the Sultana stopped.  She was spent, but still holding me
 tight from behind.  After a long while, she said weakly: "I crushed
 his balls.  I could feel it go pop in my hand.  It was so
 exciting."  When we turned and looked at the sultan, he was dead.

It was easy for her to take over the empire.  She had the power
 anyway and nobody wanted to argue.   She then surprised everyone by
 announcing that we would make no more eunuchs.   That night, after a
 couple of hours of lovemaking, I asked her why.  The Sultana
 laughed.  "Of course we must have eunuchs.  Why should I fight such
 an old tradition?  But we are going to make eunuchs my way.  We are
 going to have a lot of fun doing it.  This is just a ploy to pension
 off the old vets and put you in charge."  I was so surprised I could
 hardly speak.  "I think you prefer women lovers!"  "I do, my love.
 But I enjoy men too."

We rebuilt the eunuch making chamber.  It used to be a depressing
 place.  We made it into a pleasure chamber.   All the furniture were
 replaced. The new furniture were designed to facilitate lovemaking.
 The Sultana designed many herself.   All the new guards were
 beautiful women.  A woman artist designed their new uniform,
 revealing, teasing, exciting.  The Sultana wanted all cocks to be
 hard and erect before she cut them off.

Hand in hand, the Sultana and I walked into the new eunuch making
 chamber.  The man was already strapped to the bench with his legs
 wide apart.  Tonight, we were going to start making eunuch again.
 The Sultana would do him the honor herself.  She walked around him
 for an inspection, satisfied with my choice.  His cock was huge, a
 massive twelve inch with a wide girth.  His enormous balls thrilled
 her. They were simply the largest set of  balls she had ever seen.
 Each testicle was slightly bigger than a large egg.  She touched him
 lightly, again and again.

We walked towards the bed, kissing and fondling each other’s
 breasts.  Two guards pushed the bench, following.  They raised the
 bench so he could watch us.  The eunuch-to-be was very excited.
 Poor thing.  Watching beautiful women make love with a hard on he
 could do nothing about.  We had to fix that problem for him.
 Standing next to the bed, we kissed and slowly undressed each
 other.  The Sultana turned around and dragged my bra lightly over
 his body.  After a while, she stopped and hanged the bra on his cock.

We made love.  The eunuch-to-be watched.  The guards kept him excited
 with kisses and caress.  They were told not to touch his cock.
 Other than that, they could do anything they wanted.  Then the
 Sultana sat on the edge of the bed, facing the cock and balls.  I
 sat behind her and continued to love her with kisses and my
 fingers.  The Sultana began to massage the balls.  The cock was
 twisting involuntarily.

The Sultana gave the cock a squeeze.  He moved his hips to fuck her
 hand.  He was trembling, on the blink of coming.  She squeezed the
 balls hard.  She stopped him from coming.  He kept fucking her
 hand.  She let him, but kept squeezing the balls hard so he could
 not come.  His body was twisting more violently, with pleasure and
 pain.  She was having another orgasm.

Suddenly, he screamed.  She let go of the balls and took a sharp
knife from beneath the bench.  She quickly cut the huge cock off,
 then the balls.  The Sultana dropped everything and turned towards
 me again.  She was so excited that it took five more orgasms before
 she was spent.

Since that night, we had made many more eunuchs.  We had a lot of fun
 and pleasure doing it.


All Hat, No Cattle (part 6)

Summary: During which the nature of his captors' cash crop becomes apparent.

"Thank god.. I'm starving," Larry mumbled over his shoulder to the
tough young woman muscling him along.  "Shut up," she replied,
"feeding comes later.  First you get milked."  Then she grabbed him
by the hair with her left hand and by the groin-halter with her
right and bent him nearly double in one powerful stroke. She placed
two fingers against the rivetted terminus of his rectal insert and
pushed.  Larry gasped and tried to straighten his weakened body but
the girl had by this time clamped a steel collar around his neck and
was about to pinion his arms behind him.  For this, she used the
tether attached to the ring below his anus, wrapping it several times
around his biceps just above the elbows.  "Now," she said, "time for
you to produce.  Be a good boy and cum real quick for Mommy."

The female wrangler, fully a foot shorter than her captive, blonde
and with heavy, tanned breasts, abruptly yanked his swollen penis
in the direction of what he had imagined were feeding troughs.
Instead, he realized he was about to be forced to ejaculate, his
erection clamped along with his scrotum above a moving conveyor
belt carrying row upon row of large glass test tubes.  She snapped
the first enclosure, effectively immobilizing Larry's penis, and
instantly pulled his face down between her soft, slightly freckled
breasts.  With her other hand she began to manipulate his testicles.
Simultaneously, a soft rubber sleeve descended and covered about
half the length of his distended member, vibrating and, it seemed
applying a slight suction.  "C'mon you stupid bull," she whispered,
"shoot."  She increased the pressure on his scrotum while virtually
mashing his lips and nose into her right breast.  In what seemed
like seconds, Larry experienced the longest, most excruciatingly
pleasurable ejaculation of his life.  In six or seven explosive
spurts, he filled tube after tube on the passing belt, his cum
shooting through a latex tube into one after another. His handler
immediately released his head and his scrotum, reached behind the
latter organ and pressed urgently, forcing the remnants of his
ejaculate out the end of his penis and into the collecting apparatus.
Incredibly, she reached up and slapped his already reddened face
with painful force: "You ever bite me again, I'll give you the
bottle brush".  Muttering, she moved behind him and grabbed a sixteen
year old boy by his harness, hustling him forward to be similarly
evacuated.

(to be continued)


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    You awaken with a hazy, hot hung over feeling, trying to remember
    what happened last night. In a matter of seconds, you realize that
    you are shackled to an upright wooden frame, some sort of X shaped
    cross. Slowly, the events of last night come back to you.

    You'd spent the evening with a few j/o buddies, not really close
    friends, just some guys that seemed to share a common hobby. You
    remember horsing around with them, grabbing each other's erect
    dicks and making comments about cutting them off. Afterwards, you
    all shared some home brew of indeterminate quality. That's all you
    remember.

    Must have been something in it, you think.

    A door on the far end of the room opens, and three people slowly
    walk into the dimly lit room, as if in some kind of religious
    procession. You smell incense almost right away, and soft music of
    a church like quality reaches your ears.

    The newly arrived guests are all nude, and you can make out that
    the two males have erections, and the female has very lovely
    breasts. They are each carrying something, and slowly, almost
    ceremoniously, lay what appear to be instruments on the small lace
    covered table next to your wooden cross. The girl circles behind
    and cinches up the shackles that bind you. She returns and faces
    you, smiling, but saying nothing. She slowly begins sucking your
    cock, bringing it to full erection in a matter of seconds.

    You notice that the nude males have been preparing the intruments.
    One of them approaches and waits for the girl to withdraw your
    stiff penis from her saliva laden lips. He slips some kind of plier
    like device with a stretched out green ring over your erect cock,
    and pulls it forcefully down to the base, never saying a word. He
    repeats this exercise a second time, leaving a gap of about half an
    inch on your throbbing erection.

    The other male, still with an erection, approaches with a
    hypodermic needle and injects your cock near the base. The girl
    with the lovely breasts and firm nipples then shoves something that
    looks like a metal straw down your cock hole, and you struggle
    against the pain.

    The girl then renews her efforts with your cock, alternately
    sucking, tugging, and jerking. Despite the bizarreness of the
    situation, you are very excited. You can almost sense what is
    coming next. You're excited and scared, all at the same time. You
    have had years of fantasises about a beautiful woman cutting off
    your cock, and you are starting to believe that your time is nigh.

    One of the males approaches as you near your climax. You have that
    wonderful feeling, the one that overpowers you just before the cum
    starts to gush from your cock hole. The girl is stroking now in
    time to the music, which had changed to an up tempo rock tune. You
    groan in anticipation of an orgasm and God knows what else, and
    suddenly you explode, your jizz squirting all over the girl. At
    that same instant the male slices around the base of your cock with
    a semicircular knife. There is a flash of pain, a recogntion that
    things have changed.

    The girl slowly lifts your cock from its metal shunt, with your
    piss tube still attached to your body. Immediately the second man
    retrieves it and moves off into the far corner.

    At this point you feel yourself losing consciousness again.

    When you awaken, it is dark, and the room is empty except for the
    small cot you're lying on, and a little table with what looks like
    a snow globe that kids play with lying on it.

    You pick up the globe and realize that it's really you, or at least
    a part of you, a part that will never give you intense pleasure
    again.

    Inside the snow globe, perfectly preserved, is your penis, in the
    erect state you so fondly remember from years of admiring it in a
    mirror.

    At least they left it for me, you think, and I still have something
    to remember all the good times.

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Thecia's Education

Summary: Thecia learns new things.Fiction and not for minors.

Thecia’s Education

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. I’m an engineer by trade but
cutting is my passion.

Over the years I’ve had women offer to pay for the privilege of slicing off a
set of ripe balls. I would never do it for the fear that infection or some
other complication would cause a legal problem for me.

Through my mentor, Digger, I met a woman called Angela, it seems she had been
gang raped by her live-in boyfriend and some of his friends. Her own
prescription for therapy was to cut a mans nuts off.

While I wouldn’t allow that on my watch, so to speak, I did have an answer.

I heard of a group that practiced just this type of therapy. Thorough another
underground cutter in Chicago I found the group. They were headquartered in,
of all places, Des Moines IA. Their practice is to capture and transport
rapists and child molesters to their underground compound and use their balls
to help others cope with bad experiences.

I made arrangements for Angela and me to visit. Their fee was $5,000.00 and
for that the client would get to torture and cut off a set of deserving balls.
Angela understood that if she couldn’t bring herself to do the cutting, it
would be done for her and no money would be refunded. She would also be
allowed to view any other procedures going on at the same time.

The facility was in the basement of an ambulance garage. The ambulttes were
used for transport of the victims. Police rarely stop and ambulette and even
if they did there would be nothing suspicious about a heavily drugged patient.

We were met by a woman called Nancy, who was obviously in charge. Angela gave
Nancy the stack of postal money orders totaling $5000. and we were escorted to
the basement. There were four “work rooms” and two of them were occupied. One
woman had dropped 10 big ones to have an exploding ball contest. Using wooden
carpenter clamps she was taking a half of a turn at a time on two balls. One
attach to a big black man and the other hanging from a slight white man. With
each turn the respective ball would get flatter, they were both about a half
inch thick but not ruptured. Each mans right nut was untouched. The men were
screaming in pain and each had passed out at least once already. When a man
passed out the game would stop and the man would be revived. The men were told
that the winner would keep his balls. On the next turn of the screw the white
guy’s ball exploded. It popped like a balloon but with a deeper sound. The man
passed out. The woman turned to the black man, gently released the almost flat
ball and caressed it with soothing oil. She said to the man, “do you remember
the promise, that when you win you will keep your balls? Well, I lied.” With
that she raised a 20 oz. hammer and brought it down on the tortured ball. It
exploded like the other one, but with much more force.

This was beginning to be fun, when the hammer crushed the doomed ball. I had
an orgasm, I think Angela did too.

The woman held the black man’s nutsack and drew a straight razor across the
neck of it. Both the good ball and the pureed one came off in her hand. She
pulled the still round one out by its cords and tossed the rest into a garbage
can that was provided there. She did the same with the white guy’s manhood. We
watched as she wrapped dental floss tightly around the base of each penis.
When they began to turn blue she drew the razor across each shaft and they now
belonged to her.

We now met Angela’s subject. He was a large man of mid –eastern origin. The
man was strapped to a gurney and naked. We learned that he was a child
molester. His balls were impressive, nice big ones. I could tell that by her
look that Angela would enjoy this. She caressed his limp dick until it rose
and hardened before us. She said, “Do you like this, pig?” He nodded in
assent. She expertly worked his now large cock until pre-cum began to seep out
of the tip. Angela said, “Oh! Big man, you’re going to cum for me!” With that
the first drop came out followed by a shooting ribbon. She bent it upward and
it shot into his face, the next few ribbons fell on his chest and stomach. An
impressive load, from a doomed set of balls. She scooped up the spent spunk
and wiped it from her hands onto his face.

Angela’s torture device of choice was a small set of nail clippers.

She told the man, “A set of balls like this hurt me once, this pair will never
hurt anyone again.”

With the little clippers she began to take tiny bites of ball and scrotal
material. Each nip was about half the size of a pencil eraser. When the entire
bottom of his nut sack was gone along with about half of the nuts, she tired
of the game and attacked his no longer hard cock. There was so much blood that
I thought the guy was going to bleed to death. She allowed me to stem some of
the blood and went back to her work. In the end we just cut the whole bloody
mess from his body.

We watched two more nuttings. In one room the woman just walked in, grabbed
the guy’s ball sack and sliced them off with one stroke. She then turned her
back and walked out. The woman in the second room kicked the man’s nuts to a
pulp and then just cut them off. It was a fun day.

We were told the castrated men would be transported to a far away city and
abandoned in the inner city.

On the way back to the airport we stopped at a steakhouse called “The
Cattleman” for dinner. I had an “Iowa Beef” porterhouse steak and Angela had
sirloin tips with gravy. I guess nutting makes both of us hungry.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia

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The DVD of the Future

STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION

Summary: Inspired by Videodrome (1983) by David Cronenberg

The DVD of the Future… by nutmenow

I remember my balls were heavy and filled with at least two weeks of cum. It's
funny
how you remember the stupid little details of seemingly insignificant days.
Looking
back, it was an ordinary day. Work, gym, class, home, study. Night classes had
destroyed my social life and I was sure I could boast to the Guinness Book of
World
Records that I had the "Largest Set of Blue Balls."

The tiny apartment came with a tiny mailbox in a wall. Usually it is empty, or
filled with
the previous tenants mail. The brown paper wrapped package was addressed to
someone,
I never could read the scribble, but the apartment number was correct. I threw
my bags
on the chair next to the TV and opened the brown wrapper with a beer to keep
me
company.

The box contained a single piece of paper and a DVD. The paper was covered
with more
scribbles and indecipherable mathematics. It looked like German, but the math
looked
like something from Area 51. The DVD was unlabeled, so I put it in the
machine. The
screen flickered and the movie began. A screen of text scrolled by with a
backdrop of
some tropical paradise. The text was German, so was the hot babe in spandex
that
strolled onto the set. The palm trees and sand were as fake as her tits, but
she looked like
a porn star in all the tight spandex. Obviously an exercise show from Germany,
but why
send it across the ocean to a tiny apartment in the middle of the city?

She stretched and breathed and the spandex shrank and clung. As the blonde
bombshell
got on all fours to kick back her leg, I could feel my pants shrink as my cock
grew to full
attention. Her breasts were squeezed between her arms and they thrust forward
with
every "mule kick." The cameraman must have been a very horny guy because he
focused
on her breasts and face, completely ignoring the exercise with the legs.

The tape continued and all I saw was her chest and face. Even when she moved
around
and did various exercises, the cameraman ignored the exercise and focused on
the navel
up. The whole tape was a German babe with her large breasts jiggling and lips
pursed
together inhaling and exhaling. I had my pants off and was sitting on the
floor in front of
the TV enjoying the show when I felt a breeze. The cameraman had zoomed in
further to
just film her lips.

Large ruby plump lips made a large circle on the screen. I heard the German
babe inhale
and then exhale squeezing the lips to a small point on the screen. Air flowed
freely from
the TV on each exhale. I stopped sliding my hand up and down my eight-inch
sausage in
a cold sweat. My initial thought was that I was being filmed without my
knowledge and
the focus of a practical joke. I reached up to feel the screen for a hidden
vent or hose and
my hand went straight through the screen to grab a large tooth.

I pulled my hand back and lipstick was on my thumb. I put my whole arm through
the
set and felt no end to the depth. My TV is less than three feet deep and I
should have felt
the back of the TV if it was a practical joke. Logic failed and my cock
throbbed. The
cameraman zoomed out and showed the German babe with her back on the ground
with
her arms to her side. I remember thinking that she must be doing some bicycle
motion
with her legs. The large breasts swayed and jiggled from side to side at the
top of the
screen and her head blew quick blasts of air from the bottom.

I reached up and played with her breasts. Having my hands full, I decided to
slide my
cock into her mouth. If she were in the room, we would have been in a standing
69, but
this way, my hands were busy playing with tits and not holding her in the air.
My balls
slapped against her nose and the pain distracted me from the soft red lips and
smooth
tongue. Reaching down, I slide one testicle in her mouth and then the other.
She sucked
them both in and then my cock slammed into her throat.

Her lips squeezed around my entire package and her tongue fought the balls and
base of
the cock. The throat was tight and she swallowed rhythmically around the
sensitive tip.
If she had been real, she would have died from asphyxiation with in the first
two minutes,
but five minutes in I was near orgasm and she was sweating from the leg
workout. My
knees framed her face and both my hands were under her spandex twisting and
tweaking.
It was a tight fit inside the TV. My shoulders and feet hung outside, the rest
was stroking
German babe.

I came with two fists full of silicone enhanced breasts and a German babe's
nose up my
ass as I fired two weeks of cum down her throat. Looking behind the TV I half
expected
a puddle of cum to form, but it never did. I ground my ass and balls into her
face. My
cock softened and her tongue started fighting the limp intruder and two orbs.
I laid my
head on top of the TV in bliss. A few more minutes of rest and I would have
rewound to
her stretching. The thought of sliding her spandex to the side and pounding
ass for an
hour put a smile on my face, and probably would have been good exercise.

Then I felt nothing. Being inside the TV, looking at the top of the tube, I
had no idea
why. My knees felt wood beneath them, and then my cock and balls were in warm
paste.
A piece of wood pushed them down and my cock and balls were trapped. I fell
backwards trying to pull them free, but only my hands and torso touched
carpet. Looking
up I saw my knees on a counter top of a kitchen and a meat grinder between my
legs. My
feet dangled from the edge of the TV and I tried to pull my package from the
metal tube,
but the lid was locked and quickly cutting off the blood supply to my cock and
balls.

I pull my eyes from the meat grinder and looked up to the German equivalent of
Martha
Stewart. She was babbling about something with one hand on the lid and the
other on the
old style hand crank. She slowly raised the handle and I felt the teeth pull
on my sack.
Then a tooth caught my foreskin. I clawed the carpet as she slowly turned the
handle. I
started to reach up to grab her hand. Then she stopped talking and with a tip
of her
tongue extending from her lips in exertion, she furiously worked the handle.
My man
meat became a few sausages and some stuffing for a duck.

The DVD continued for about two more hours. A rollercoaster, remote
waterfalls, and even
underwater ship exploration from the comfort of your own home.
Just don't change the channel...

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Why I Had My Nuts Cut Off

Summary: Why I had my nuts cut off

` I can't tell you how relieved becoming a Eunuch been for me. I wanted to get
away from my fantasies of being dominated and having people hurt me for sexual
gratification. My desire to have people hurt me for sexual gratification
really depressed me. I can't tell you how many nights I layed in bed thinking
I should just blow my brains out. If you are someone out there who takes
gratification from people performing degrading acts of pain and humiliation on
you then you have severe mental problems. I know it cost me much of my
emotional sanity for many years. `

Also, I'm not counting light play domination between people who love each
other as sadistic domination, that's just play. I needed domination because
the other fetish that aroused me was little youn adolescent and prepubescent
girls. I never acted on these impulses. But for some sick reason little girls
made my dick real hard. I masturbated alot to the mental images of these young
schoolgirls sucking my dick and stroking my cock. I never acted on these
impulses. But because I fantasized about it to such a high degree when I did
seek out sexual interaction with a real partner I wanted them to punish me for
the awful thoughts that go through my head.

That's why I went scheduled an appointment with the good doctor in
Philadelphia and had my nuts cut off surgically. I still masturbate, but my
dick never really becomes hard. I couldn't penetrae anyone if I wanted to.
Unfortunately I still fantasize about little girls while I jack off, but my
depression is greatly reduced since I know I can never act on the impulse.

Since being castrated I have even started cross dressing and taking it up the
ass like a queer. I find that receiving anal sex greatly increases my
occasional desire to jack off. It's almost like sucking dick and taking it up
the ass is a safe alternative to my desires. I even dress as a schoolgirl
maybe fulfilling another sick bastards perverted desires.

I greatly suggest this as a lifestyle for other perverts like me who get
turned on by looking at little girls or boys that should never be desired by
an adult.

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A Short Story

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## A Short Story

**Date:** 12 Oct 1997
**Time:** 21:39:44
**Remote Name:** 205.186.81.236
**Remote User:**

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A young boy meets some very strange neighbors. (castration threat)

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I was 12 years old very nice boy. In our neighborhood was a farm. The farmer
was 50 yers and her wife some younger. They had no children. The farmer like
to castrate animals. He was often asked to other farms to castrate a pork in
an age of 3..4 weeks. One summer day I was in their house. The farmer and his
wife were in the room. I had been there many times earlier, but this time they
looked at me on a somehow special way. They both smiled to me and looked at
themselves. Then the man asked me to come to him. I went to him. He took me
sitting on his knee. He said:"Could we now examine, what you have here between
your legs". The wife smiled and said:" maybe it is a right time to examine,
because you are allready 12" I was scared, but on the same time exited. The
wife came also to and they opened my trousers and then draw rapidly my pants
down. The wife lifted my blues up, so I was naked sitting on the knee of the
man. I pressed my thighs together and tryed to go out. However the man took a
strong grip on my hands and kept me on his knee. The wife touched my genitals
and said: "I think it is just a right time to examine this boy...hmmm...the
penis is still small...hmm the foreskin is very long...but these testicles are
already rather big" I could see and feel how the wife was exited. Her hands
eved starred. She pressed gently my foreskin, which was very long and thick.
With her other hands she cupped my testicles, which had arisen on my thighs.
She said:"His testicles are rather big and heavy compared with his small
penis..I think it is just a right time to castrate this boy...you may already
have jerks" The man fastened me on his pelvis and took a strong grip on my
wrists. I could go away. The wife visited shortly a cabin and I noticed a
folding razor in her hand. The wife said:" I think we make the both necessary
operations, we first circumcise his long foreskin..his foreskin is so long and
delicateus..it has to be circumcised...then we castrate him...his testicles
are rather big and there is no other choise than to castrate him" Then I could
release myself and I escaped from the house. Afterwards I remembered the event
and now I find it extremely exiting

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It's your balls if you skil on the check

Summary: Ralph couldn't pay his bar bill and was nearly nutted because of it.

How had this happened? Ralph had been drinking at a run-down bar and… and yes,
now he remembered the blonde whore had picked his pocket and the bartender was
not very understanding. At the barman’s signal, a thin msn had zapped him with
a billy club and now he was. . .where? He had awakened on a padded floor,
completely naked. Lying next to him was another man, in the same condition.
They seemed to be in a boxing ring, but how could that be? All of a sudden he
became aware of an audience, about twenty well-dressed couples in comfortable
seats all around the ring.

A man dressed like a referee entered and announced to the crowd: “Good evening
ladies and gentlemen. Today we have two strong men who skipped on their
checks. They will now have the chance to pay their debts by amusing us
tonight. The rules are simple. There are no rules except that only one man
will leave the ring a man. The other will leave only after his balls have been
burst in the ring. Gentlemen, you will fight your opponent. Just as in chess
there are many different moves but only one of them the winning- the taking of
the king- tonight all moves are allowed but the only winning move will be the
taking of your opponent’s testicles. If you choose not to fight both your
balls will be removed, most painfully, Do you understand? Begin.

“This is total bullshit,” Ralph said. “I’m getting the Hell out of here, naked
or not.” Saying this he ran towards the ropes, but was stopped by four heavy-
set men. They laid him on his back. One took out a cattle prod and pressed it
into Ralph’s nutsac. Suddenly, Ralph felt every muscle in his body spasm. He
tried to get into a fetal position, but it was no use. As quickly as it had
started, it ended. The men left Ralph there and stepped out of the ring. As
Ralph staggered to his feet, the sailor took advantage of Ralph’s
disorientation and ran straight for him. Ralph felt the man’s hands grab his
balls and realized that he had better do something in a hurry. The opponent
made a mistake. He squatted as he was pulling Ralph by the balls onto the mat,
with his own hairy balls dangling in mid air. Ralph, in terrible pain and
desperate, kicked out at the nuts in front of him and was awarded with not
only an instant release, but the sight of his tormenter on the ground holding
the kicked gonads.

Ralph began to hit the man on the head and neck. The sailor had to defend
himself, and as soon as he let go of his sac, Ralph grabbed it. They were
slick with sweet. Ralph did his best. He squeezed and pulled with all his
strength when, without warning, the sailor’s sac slipped from his grasp.

Both me were hurting and panting on the mat. As they looked around they saw
that many of the women were masturbating the man sitting next to them, and
some were rubbing their own clits, and other men were whaking themselves off.
As Ralph watched, one man started to cum and his woman gave him a full-force
slam to the nuts. Somehow all this excited Ralph more than he had ever been,
but soon enough he saw his opponent approach. The guy, like Ralph, had a
raging hard-on. Ralph pretended not to notice, and at the last moment rolled
aside when the sailor tried to get on top. And that was the sailor’s mistake.
Ralph was able to reach behind and between the sailor’s leg and get the man’s
ballsac in an iron grip. He twisted the balls and the man fell to the mat like
a falling tree. Ralph was able to stand above the sailor, who landed on his
face, straddling the sailor with the man’s testicles in his hand. The crazy
thought was let’s shove them into the guy’s own ass hole. Instead, Ralph began
to lift the sailor from the mat by the balls. The sailor twisted around, but
Ralph was ready for that and fell the mat behind the sailor- still clutching
the man’s testicles.

Ralph knew how to end it. With both hands on the sac, he placed his feet on
the man’s ass and pulled the testicles while, at the same time pushing with
his feet. Ralph was sure he would rip the guy’s balls off, but at the last
moment they slipped through his fingers. At this point the sailor was out
cold. Ralph had won and was ready to leave. The referee said, “The young
sailor is down, but not unmanned. We await victory. Remember, you must destroy
his manhood to save yours. Hearing this Ralph know that he must finish the job
before the sailor came to. Ralph rolled the sailor onto his stomach, reached
under the man’s belly and pulled the helpless balls onto the mat. Then, like a
man killing cockroaches, Ralph stomped on the man’s balls with all his force.
Through his bare feet Ralph could feel the other’s nuts pop and knew that he
had won. The crowd went crazy. Cum was flying from all sides and the ladies
were moaning in pleasure.

Ralph WAS released, his balls swollen and badly bruised, but he recovered. As
for the sailor, nobody knows what happened to him.

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Freeze

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## Freeze

**Date:** 18 Nov 1997
**Time:** 18:12:06
**Remote Name:** 207.93.153.82
**Remote User:**

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A girlfriend gets revenge on her abusive boyfriend. (testicles)

### Comments

Me and my girlfriend had had a really big fight. I guess I hit a couple of
times too. I never hit a girl before but we got into this really serious fight
and I just lost it. Afterwards she was as placid as a lamb. She never acted
like that before. For the next few weeks we saw each other like usual and we
even had sex though she was much more tranquil. We weren't fighting or
anything. It was eerie. Not that fights were a usual thing but once in a while
it is normal for a blow up. I felt that something was wrong with her but I
couldn't figure it out. One evening after about three weeks of this she called
me up at three in the morning and told me to come to her friend joe's house.
"What's wrong?" I inquired. "Oh nothing, I just really need to see you."

I should have known something was up but I got myself dressed and took the
thirty minute drive. I got to the house and she was standing at the door. She
led me in and we went to the cellar where joe was sitting across from me. He
greeted me in a low non emotional voice. My girlfriend told me she would
return in a minute. That minute turned into an hour and one half.

As soon as she left the room, I was grabbed by two big guys behind me and
pushed forward onto the floor. My clothes were literally ripped off me and a
bunch of other guys came in. One guy was vaguely familiar. He identified
himself as my girlfriends' brother. He told me that when he was done with me
I'd never hurt his sister again. With that, I felt the searing pain of one of
the guys plowing his member into my tight virgin ass. One after one they
fucked me as hard as they could until I had been fucked by twelve guys. I was
left to lay there in pain for fifteen minutes.

Four guys came back into the room and grabbed me by my arms and waist. They
carried me into the next room where a table had been set up with straps on all
of its' corners. It sort of resembled a doctors examination table. I was
pushed onto it and then tied down face up so securely that I couldn't move
even 1/2 inch. I was then gagged securely and blindfolded.

Suddenly music was playing and I heard my girlfriends voice in my ear. " Did
you learn your lesson or do you need more punishment? " I tried to tell her I
was sorry but only muffled noise escaped. She told me she couldn't here me and
repeated. I kept trying to speak but could not get out anything. Then she
whispered " I forgive you. Now you can relax and let me show you how. "

My heart was racing and I was scared. I did not know what would happen next. I
shuttered as I felt a warm open mouth engulf my flaccid small penis. Soon the
mouth started to suck and the sensation in my dick began to outpower the
anxiety I was feeling. I became fully erect as the lips clenched tightly and
the mouth produced strong pressure up and down. I knew it was my girlfriend
from the style of blowjob I was getting. All my fears subsided as the pleasure
increased. Now I started to feel a weird sensation as if an athletic cup was
being put over my balls. It couldn't be a cup though because my dick was
getting the best sucking it had ever had. The sucking stopped suddenly and my
girlfriend told me she had a special treat for me. She said it would feel cold
for a minute but that my orgasm would be the most intese of my life. Again she
started to suck as my head expanded to full size in her mouth. All of a sudden
I felt a shock of intense cold. It was a strange and uncomfortable clash with
the warm feeling on my head. My balls began to hurt baddly but my erection
continued since I was so cold and the action was so furious. Then, as if it
had never happened, the pain on my balls went away. I felt no pain or
anything. With that loss of pain the intensity of the blowjob became
irresistable and I exploded a torential storm of cum. I must have shot 8
times.

I was then un blindfolded, untied and released. My girlfriend was not there. I
was told by joe that she had to run and that I was now free to go. As I bent
over to grab my underwear, I saw to my horrible surprise that my balls were
white and smoking. I didn't know what had been done. I touched them only to
find they were rocks. They had been frozen in liquid nitrogen. Within ten
minutes they defrosted but were dead.

Within two days my balls and sack were black and foul smelling. I had to be
rushed to the hospital for emergency castration to save me from infection.

I'll never hit a woman again.

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Forcibly Castrated by a Young Guy

STRAIGHT, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, chemical castration

Summary: A hot stud is chemically castrated by a younger guy

Forcibly Castrated by a Young Guy

I was the life of the party. I had a nice, fat 8 inch dick with low hanging
balls. I had the pick of any girl I wanted. I was athletic, muscular and HOT.
I loved fucking the girls but I couldn’t always match my horny dick with a
waiting hole. My need for constant relief led me to an X rated bookstore. I
loved to go into the booths and stick my huge dick through the hole. I loved
to have a nice warm mouth suck my pole and empty my jizz. I soon found out
that guys were much better at sucking cock than any of my girlfriends.

I was in the bookstore one day and a young guy walked in. He went into the
booth right in front of me and I entered in the booth right next door. He
started sucking me and in no time had me hard as a rock. He asked me if I
wanted to go to his house and have a couple of beers. I was so horny that I
agreed. We got to his apartment and he gave me a cold one. As we drank, he
asked me if I wanted any weed. I couldn’t believe my luck. Weed really makes
me horny and I couldn’t wait to unload in his hot mouth. He started sucking me
and worked me into a frenzy. As I was on the edge, he stopped sucking and
said: “Wanna fuck my hot, tight ass stud? You can fuck me hard and long and
deep if you will get on your knees and suck my cock.”

I wasn’t thinking and I fell to my knees and started sucking him. He shot his
jizz into my mouth. He got it so far down my throat that I couldn’t help but
swallow his huge load.

I mounted his hot ass and started fucking him like a hot pussy. He had me
talking to him and telling him how hot his ass was. When I shot my load, he
offered me some more weed. I got really buzzed and fell asleep. When I woke
up, I was tied to the bed. I tried to get loose but it was impossible. I told
him to let me go. He laughed and turned on the DVD player. I could not believe
what I was seeing. I was sucking, getting sucked and fucking. He threatened to
give a copy to my friends and my girlfriend if I didn’t beg him to fuck me. I
begged him to fuck me. He untied my legs and fucked me like a bitch. Then he
told me that he would give me all of the pics and vids if I submitted to him
for 3 months. I agreed. He injected me with a huge dose of Depo-Provera. He
also gave me some pills to take. They were for depression and he knew that
they would make it very difficult to get hard and orgasm. Then he put a
chastity device on my dick. “No fucking or jerking off for a week stud. Take
the pills three times a day and come back here one week from today.”

I obeyed. I was really horny all week and couldn’t wait to get to his
apartment for my relief. When I entered, he ordered me to strip and lay on his
bed. He tied me down so that I was totally helpless. Then he took out a needle
and injected me with another shot of depo-provera. Then he took off my
chastity device and started to suck my limp dick. It wouldn’t get fully hard
but I wanted to jut my dick and get off. I got so close several times but
could not orgasm. He put a vibrator in my ass and then started jerking again.
I shot a huge wad. He walked over to his dresser and got out an electric
razor. He told me that I didn’t deserve a thick bush of sex hair. He shaved
off all my sex curls and then told me to go into the bathtub and shave off the
rest of the pubic stubble. When I was as smooth as a little boy, he told me to
call my girlfriend. “Tell her that you want to make out tonight. Tell her that
you are house sitting for your friend Kyle who is out of town. Invite her here
and do her on my bed.”

I did as I was told. My girl told me that she would be right over. In about an
hour my girl was knocking on the door. She came in and started kissing me and
rubbing my cock through my shorts. “I need you to fuck me right now Mike. I
haven’t had sex in over a week. I need your hard cock now. I need you to pound
my pussy with your hard ramrod.” We stripped. When I took off my boxers, Marie
laughed. “You look so cute and boyish without your man hair.” She got down on
her knees and started to suck my smooth shaven dick. She worked on my dick for
15 minutes. I tried and tried to get my dick hard but I just couldn’t get it
up. She stopped sucking and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I had
jerked off earlier in the day. She was pissed. “Mike, I need to be fucked so
bad. Oh my God I am soooooo horny.”

At that moment Kurt walked into the bedroom. He was totally nude. His hard
cock jutted out from his thick bush of sex hair. His dick was dripping with
desire. “Mike get on your knees and suck my hard cock. Jerk your little penis.
Show your girl how you get hard when you have a vibrator up your ass.”

As Marie looked on in shock, Kurt turned on the DVD player. It showed scenes
of me getting fucked by a vibrator. She continued to watch the DVD as I sucked
Kurt’s cock and then was fucked by his huge pole.

Then Kurt told my girl and I that he had been chemically castrating me without
my knowledge.

“Mike, I have partially castrated you and with this shot of Depo-Provera, you
will not be getting hard for a long time. Now watch a real man fuck your horny
girlfriend.”

He fucked her hard and she loved it. She could not get enough of his hard
cock. They both told me that I would have to continue to submit to forcible
chemical castration or they would show the world all the pictures and videos
they had made of me. I was trapped and my powerful manhood was being deflated
and defeated with every shot and pill. They told me to come back in one week.

I walked into Kurt’s apartment the next week and was told to strip. Kurt tied
me to the bed and played with my uncut dick. It was limp and small but I was
hopeful that one day it would return to its former 8 inch glory. He applied
estrogen cream to my cock and balls. Over time, my dick and balls were really
shrinking.

Kurt got out another needle full of Depo-Provera. He injected it into my ass
and then started laughing. “Look at that tiny, little, shaved boy pee pee. It
is so small and tiny. I bet you are looking forward to the day when you can
thrust that big cock again. I bet you dream of getting away from Marie and me
and reversing your chemical castration. Marie’s friend is going to dash those
hopes dude.” Marie and her girlfriend entered the bedroom. Marie played with
my little pee pee and then introduced her friend Gail. “Gail is a urologist
and she is going to circumcise that little uncut pee pee of yours. She is
going to make the cut high and tight. She is also going to remove some of your
excess scrotal skin. You will really look like a boy when she gets done with
you.” You can’t reverse what she does. Your stud humping days are over for
good.”

I could not believe that Kurt had forcibly castrated me through chemicals. I
was reduced from a stud humping man to a tiny dicked boy.

* * *


Muscleballs Again

Summary: Beautiful young bodybuilder\'s balls are smashed.

` Eric knew he had let the team down one too many times. He had showed up for
the game stoned and the team had lost badly because of him. Now, he was going
to have to pay the price. `

He had been strongarmed into the coach's back office by 4 burly teammates and
assistants, stripped, and strapped to the punishment table. His ankles were
strapped to two corners, and his knees spread apart and strapped to the sides
so that his muscular thighs were splayed. His wrists were bound at the other
two table corners just above head level so that his arms were bent and his
arms flexed and showed the musculature of his biceps and shoulders.

He was gorgeous. Just turned 18, smooth all over except for pubic, pit and
some calf hair, his rippling musculature was a sight to behold. His biceps
were over 16 inches now thanks to licting all the time, and his pecs were
thick slabs of young muscle. The abs were well-defined and ripped, and were
impressive to anyone with an unbiased eye.

He strugged in vain against his bonds and knew it was useless.

The coach then entered and approached. He held in his hand the two-sided bowl
which was placed around and underneath the young stud's sack and secured. His
flaccid penis was secured out of the way by a couple of straps, so that it
rested upward against the athlete's lower abs. A hard molded vinyl shield was
placed upon the young man's lower body, underneath the scrotum bowl and
covering the lower abs, penis and upper thighs, just enough to prevent injury
or bruising to the skin and tissue of the young body beneath. He was ready.
The shield and the bowl resulted in Eric's ball sac being totally volnerable
and exposed without having bothersome other parts being hurt or in the way.

Eric's balls were smooth, medium-large in size, and nicely separated in the
sac. It would take more than one hit at least. If Eric's nuts were tough like
the rest of his body, it would take more than two.

The coach reached for the rubber mallet used for purposes such as this, and
Eric gulped. He knew there was no hope. His manhood was to be taken fromhim in
a moment. He would never be a man. He was the zenith of muscular perfection,
rippling with muscle, with an extraordinarily handsome face, but he could
never be a man. That was soon to be gone forever.

The coach gently fondled the tender young testicles, rolling them together in
his hand. What a shame to have to waste such a powerful young hunk. But rules
are rules. Eric whimpered and his eyes teared slightly. The balls were tender,
full, meaty, and oh so helpless.

The coach thought he shouldlet Eric come one more time, but decided the hell
with it. He raised the mallet over his head and with a powerful force drive it
into the teenager's sac. The mallet mainly missed the left ball, and hit the
right one squarely. The bowl prevented the sac from retreating anywhere, so
that the ball absorbed the full impact of the blow. Eric screamed in pain and
agony. The coach let loose again to the right ball, and this time Eric tried
to retch, but he had not eaten anything so it was only a dry heave. But his
ball was history.

The coach f6elt it to be sure,and then turned his attention to Eric's
remaining testicle. One last chance to spare this muscleboy, but rules are
rules and the coach decided to get it over with. Eric was heaving greatly,
sobbing, thrashing his head,and straining against his bonds. The coach was
impressed--there is nothing like ball pain to make a young athlete or young
bodybuilder like Eric show off musculature.

Oh well, back to work. The left nut was lying there waiting to be taken,and
the coach wasted no more time. It took 3 blows, but the ball finally popped
into several pieces in Eric's pulverized sac as the neutered muscleboy lay
sobbing on the table.

"You guys clean him up and get him out of here," the Coach told his
assistants. "I have other things to do. You guys do whatever you want with
him."

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Captured by Kowabungas - Conclusion

STRAIGHT, WARNING, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, GENITAL MUTILATION

Summary: A British expedition in the mid 19th. century to investigate rumors of canniballistic dietary customs by a Congolese tribe gets first hand confirmation.

Some of the Kowabungas released the bonds holding captive's arms, thus
allowing them to sit up. They still kept our feet tied so that we could not
move around. I was watching what appeared to be preparations for a meal when I
suddenly felt something biting one of my feet. I looked down to see a chicken
like bird pecking at my big toe. I shook my foot and shouted at it. Startled,
the bird scurried away squawking. Seeing what had occurred, Onan laughed.
"That was a Chack," he said. "They make good eating but the males are, for
some reason, attracted to human feet."

There was now a lot of activity near the fire pit, where a good sized fire had
been started. The eight pans contining our former body parts were arranged in
front of an elderly tribesman who seemed to be in charge of preparing them for
cooking..He took one of the tubes of penis skin and then pushed a testicle
into one end of it, leaving the cords hanging out. He then took what appeared
to be nuts and chopped up vegetables from a dish and inserted them into the
other end of the tube. Next he pushed the second testicle in after the
veggies. This filled the roughly 5 inch long tube almost to the ends, and he
finished by tying up the ends with the testicle cords. Noticing me watching
him he held up the 'sausage' and smacked his lips as if in anticipation of a
good meal.

Actually, he would not be partaking of any of his culinary creations as they
were reserved fot the eight teen-aged boys that had been brought into the
clearing. They were naked except for colored bows that were tied around their
penises. The chef quickly made seven more genital sausages and put them aside
while he hung what looked like eight large carrots from the scaffolding above
the fire. While he was in the process of hanging the the main course over the
flames I heard him singing to himself. I asked Onan if he understood what the
words to the song were. He answered me with, "Fresh nuts roasting on an open
fire, Chack cocks nipping at your toes. Full sized carrots being hung by a
wire, and kids dressed up with fancy bows. Everybody knows some". "That's
enough", I interrupted. "I get the picture."

By this time Cookie had poured some kind of sauce over the roasting
delicacies, and an enticing aroma was wafting our way, making my mouth water.
It wasn't long before the meal was deemed to be cooked to the chef's
satisfaction. and the boys lined up for their dinner. They were each given a
cock and nut sausage, and a carrot. They then came over to us, and bowing,
presented us each with a carrot. Onan told me they were thanking us for our
contribution to their future sex life.

There is really not much more to tell. The Kowabungas kept us in their village
for two days while the ladies checked our bandaged wounds to make sure that
they were healing properly. Then the chief bid us goodby and hoped that we
would not try and seek reprisals for our ordeal. He also presented me with
samples of the Numbweed and the cauterizing ointment. We were then blindfolded
and led back to our encampment. We returned to civilization, paid off our
bearers, giving them a sizeable bonus to help compensate them for the loss of
their procreative powers. Reggie and I then took passage on a vessel bound for
England.
.....................................................

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That was the end of Horace Hardcastle's report - which really was only his
diary and not a proper expedition report at all. I decided to investigate
further. I eventually discovered that Horace and Sir Reginald had never
reached England. Their ship had sunk during a storm in the Bay of Biscay.
Horace's body had been washed ashore on the coast of Portugal. His 'report',
protected in an oilskin pouch, was found in a pocket. There was no sign of the
sample medications mentioned.

Further investigation revealed that the Kowabungas had become extinct. A
neighboring tribe had attacked them and killed most of their virile teenagers.
There were no longer enough of them to be able to maintain a stable population
and the tribe slowly dwindled away. By the turn of the century they were all
gone.

* * *


Nobleman's Daughter

Summary: Okay. I know that some of you will recognise this as a very old joke. However I have never picked up a reference to it in these archives so quite possibly a few of you won\'t have heard it before.

` `

The wealthy nobleman had a beautiful daughter who had many suitors.

The nobleman was a miserly old fart who didn't want his daughter to marry. The
mere thought of having to spring for a wedding and a dowry was enough to bring
on his palpitations.

Daughter of course desperately wanted to get married and enjoy conjugal bliss.

She kept on so much about it that in the end her father agreed - but only to a
man who was suitable.

"Suitable father?"

"If he can spend a night in the haunted turret and pass the three terrible
tests then and only then is he the man for you, my dear."

"Very well father." The daughter knew that the haunted turret wasn't really
haunted. It was just the wind and the rats there that scared people so.

Many young men accepted the challenge but they failed the three terrible
tests. They went away and were never heard of again.

One day it chanced that Robin of Yore, a blacksmith's son heard of the
terrible tests and of the beautiful woman of noble blood who would become his
bride if he were to succeed.

"Why not?" he asked himself. I'm dead skint. The family business goes to my
big brother so I've no prospects. What have I got to lose?" So he prepared for
his journey to the nobleman's castle.

Robin of Yore was a most handsome young man of great charm. It was he who had
deflowered all the virgins of the parish including little Angeline who was
only sweet sixteen - but that belongs to another story. He had charmed most of
the wives too in his village and sired not a few children in consequence.
Accordingly on the day he set out there was a grand send off such as the
village hadn't seen since the last crusade. The men turned out to make sure
that he actually went, the distaff element to see him just one last time.

When he arrived at the castle the nobleman's daughter was much taken with
Robin of Yore. He was so good looking in his best doublet and hose. His
codpiece hinted of much pleasure to come. His manners were not those of the
gentry but the nobleman's daughter didn't mind at all. She much fancied a bit
of rough. In any case, there was that last idiot, Sir David of Somewhere or
Something. He was noble but he was such a pompous arrogant twit. He thought
that he was doing them all a favour simply by being there. She'd been so
relieved that he'd failed the tests.

But she wanted this Robyn chap not to fail. He was exactly the sort of fellow
she wanted in her goose-feather bed every night. She didn't know what the
tests were but she did confide to him that the haunted turret wasn't haunted
at all.

Not that it mattered. Robin of Yore had eaten a hearty supper, quaffed plenty
of ale and seduced two of the kitchen maids. He slept like a log in that great
four poster bed. Ghosts or wind or rats didn't have a chance.

It was only when he woke up that saw that the tests had started. On his chest
was a huge piece of stone. On the side facing him were printed the words
"Terrible Test No 1. Throw this stone out the window."

It was heavy but he managed to carry the stone over to the window, rested it
on the ledge and then pushed it over. The stone turned as it fell and he had a
moment to read "Terrible Test No. 2. Stone tied to balls."

Robin's balls had got him in trouble many times before. Quick as a flash he
jumped out of the window to follow the falling stone down into the moat.

As he fell, he saw, written on the castle wall below the window ledge
"Terrible Test No. 3. Balls tied to bed."

"Oh shit!" he said aloud.

End

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Polly wants a pecker!!

Summary: A married man accepts an offer of free sex...but finds he gets more than he bargained for!

` I first met Polly a few weeks after my wife and I moved into our new flat.
She came to our flat, asking how we were settling in..she lived just upstairs.
She was single. She was quite attractive, tall, with firm , round buttocks and
full breasts. `

Over the next few weeks I noticed she was coming to our place quite
frequently, mostly when I wasn't in. Even if I was in , she'd leave me out of
her conversations with my wife. I used to joke with my wife (when Polly wasn't
there) that Polly had a thing for her. My wife would get angry and say I was
being silly.

One day, I came home from work, to find Polly on our doorstep. Thinking she
wanted my wife, I said "She's working late." "It's you I need to talk to,"
said Polly.

We went in together. Polly whipped off her t-shirt, baring her full breasts. I
could se by the erectness and fullness of her nipples that she was hot for me.
"I want you!!" she said. I grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. She pulled
down my trousers, freeing my huge cock and throbbing balls. She jacked me off
almost to orgasm, and then, pulling down her sweat pants and ripping off her
thong, she shoved my manhood into her warm wet pussy. I came almost at once.

Just then, my wife came in. "I can explain..." I started. But she just kneed
me in the balls, really hard. I passed out.

When I awoke I was tied, spreadeagled, to our bed. I was surprised to find my
wife and Polly, standing naked apart from thongs, at the head of the bed.

"Polly has loved me since we met," said my wife. "She wanted me, and I wanted
her, but I said I would never cheat on you. We agreed that if you were ever
unfaithful to me-whoever with- she could have two things she really wants.
One, to fuck me, and two, to emasculate you."

My penis and testicles shrivelled up with fear. Polly reached over to my wife,
and played with her clit till she was begging for more. Polly pushed her to
the ground, whipped off her thong, and went down on her. As my wife came
convulsively, I had a huge hard-on , longer and harder than ever. My balls
were the size of ducks' eggs.

"That's enough!" said Polly, jumping to her feet. "Get the knife!" she said to
my wife. She took my huge erection in her mouth, to keep me hard while my wife
got a kitchen knife. "Too sharp," snapped Polly," We want him to suffer.Bring
a really dull one." I could see the pity on my wife's face. But she went
obediently for a dull knife. As she handed it to Polly she said "You're not
being emasculated for my pleassure, or for Polly's. You're having your manhood
chopped off as punishment for your infidelity."

Polly looked triumphantly at my erect cock and gorged balls. "Say goodbye to
it!!" she said. In my fantasies I'd pictured a quick chop, like that done by a
Saudi headsman. But Polly rested the knife at the base of my manhood, and
slowly sawed off my cock. She handed it to my wife, who sadistically fellated
it. My balls were now hanging out of the scrotum. Polly cut them off, one by
one. She put one in her mouth and chewed it, enjoying a slow orgasm as she did
so. Then she took my severed cock from my wife, and handed her the other ball
to chew. She then put my cock in her own cunt. They had multiple orgasms for
15 minutes afterwards.

Then they patched up my wounds. Polly went away. She returned an hour later,
with my severed penis mounted and stuffed. I later found she'd been to a dyke
taxidermist who specialised in stuffing mens' severed cocks.

"You will do all the housework in this flat and mine," said Polly. "And you
will pleasure us by licking our pussies, and our arses. If you don't we will
show your severed cock to every woman in this little town. Understand?" I
nodded.

And so I started my new life as an emasculated eunuch. Every day I would suck
them both off, period or not. And then I would be forced to watch them fuck
each other senseless....

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