Chemically Castrated By Force

Summary: A man is chemically castrated against his will.

Chemically Castrated by Force

It all started when I went to the doctor’s office for a pinched nerve in my
neck. He proscribed steroids and told me to come in later in the week to have
my yearly physical. I was in a hurry to get to a meeting and in my rush I left
my journal in the examination room. In the journal I wrote about my love for
sex. I wrote that I would orgasm 5-6 times a day. I wrote sexual secrets about
my tiny penis and my love for humiliation. I wrote about my love for porn,
skinny dipping and streaking. He had all he needed to get me into real
trouble.

I was so busy for the next three days that I didn’t even miss my journal. When
I went into the office, he did the physical and got to the place where he
needed me naked. At that moment, he pulled out my journal from a drawer.
“Mike, you left this here earlier in the week. I had to look inside to see who
it belonged to. I couldn’t believe what you wrote and admitted. I could ruin
you and your standing in the community if I made copies and sent them
electronically throughout the community.”

I pleaded with him. I told him that I would do anything if he would keep quiet
about what he had read. He told me that he would keep quiet but the price
would be chemical castration.

My mouth dropped open in shock when I realized that he had me by the balls. I
was going to be chemically nutted. He gave me a prescription for propecia and
primadone. The propecia was for hair regrowh and the primadone was for a
slight tremor that I had in my left hand. Then he said: “Both of these drugs
together will keep your little dick soft. They will also make it almost
impossible for you to orgasm.” He told me to come back in a week to continue
my treatment. He also started me out at twice the typical dosage. I was able
to get hard but it was much harder to spurt out my sperm and feel the
fantastic release of orgasm. Because it could take 30-45minutes to achieve
orgasm, I didn’t have the time to jerk off as much as I had previously.

I went back to the doctor’s office the next week and he hooked me up to a
penile plethysmograph. He told me that the device was a tool used to measure
male sexual arousal. He put a clamp-like device around my penis. He told me
that the clamp measures how sexually aroused you are. He patted my butt and
then he said: “The clamp sends information to the device so that it is easy to
determine the level of your sexual arousal. I will expose you to a variety of
sexually suggestive content, such as photos, movies and audio. This device
will tell me what all your fantasies are. Your dick will answer all my
questions. In future visits, we will use the device to find out if you are
totally and completely chemically castrated.

He hooked me up to the machine and turned on a straight video. I didn’t
respond at all. Then he put on a bisexual flic and he got a bit of a rise out
of my cock. Then he put on a gay movie and I got totally aroused as I watched
a guy take two huge cocks in his mouth and ass.

I also responded to bondage, domination, humiliation, nudism and a host of
other secrets. He now knew all of my secrets and fantasies.

He told me that he was about to inject me with Depro-Provera. He explained
that Depo-Provera, through decreasing the testosterone level, temporarily
decreases penile erection and ejaculation and the production of sperm
(spermatogenesis). He smiled when he said: “Your penis, testicles, prostate,
and seminal vesicles will temporarily shrink.” Then he toook out a needle
filled with depo-provera and injected it into my butt.

I was being forced to give up my sex life. I was about to loose the power to
thrust, jerk off and get the wonderful release of orgasm. I was excited and
anxious at the same time. I couldn’t believe that my balls were being turned
off by another man against my will. I couldn’t believe that that my tiny,
shaved penis would soon be unable to get hard. In fact, my penis was going to
shrink without any exercise.

I had to go back to the doctor each week for my depo-provera shot. He also
gave me an estrogen cream for my penis. After a month, he got out the penile
plethysmograph and hooked my penis up to it. He presented me with every
stimulation possible and my dick remained soft and unresponsive. I was
chemically castrated against my will.

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Russian Winter part one

Summary: A soldier in the war gets more than he bargained for.....

RUSSIAN WINTER PART 1

I shall never forget the winter of 1945. We were stationed close to
Minsk. Mostly low key operations assuring the enemy does not employ
more of the ferocious female battalions against our battle weary
troops.
It was Nov when I was assigned the 'midnight march'. The
unconfirmed reports of soldiers going missing on the marches only
to be found days later with their penises severed and their balls
gone did not bother me much. It always happens to the other guys.
It was a frosty night with the Northern Lights shining clearly. I
tried to keep warm by sipping vodka and smoking one cigarette after
the other. At first I thought it was only the wail of a wolf but
later I realized it was the soft moaning of a child. I set to try
and localize the sound. It simply seemed to stay only a few feet
ahead of me. After about an hour I realized I was being tricked,
but alas......
I only remember waking up naked, tied by my feet and ankles.
Watching over me were two of the most stunning women I have ever
seen- naked. They smiled at me and playfully rubbed their pussies.
Miss triple DDD walked over to me and slowly lowered her cunt over
my face. She moaned softly as I gently sucked her luv juices from
her.......

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Community Service  Pt 2

Summary: Nutman goes to the city

` The tall man set his surveillance camera up in an area of the city that had
suffered the most vandalism. This job would be more diffucult that the last
few had been, but it also paid more. Running a con on some hayseed country
boys was easy; people in the country tended to have respect for the law. If a
uniformed police officer told them to do something they tended to comply out
of fear that the long arm of the law would come down on them. `

Here in the city it was a different game. Vandals here were in gangs, and had
no respect for the law, mostly because the police and court systems were a
joke. The real power here belonged to the people, not the police.

He knew he had to hit hard and get out of town fast. Three kids in a pickup
truck in the middle of nowhere were relatively harmless, even when armed with
a small pistol. The gangbangers in this town were heavily armed with both guns
and knives and they had no reservations about committing acts of extreme
violence in defense of their territory and in acts of retribution towards
their enemies.

He finally decided on a plan of attack. A visit to a sympathetic trucking
company, which had suffered vandalism, secured the use of a furniture van.
Late evening found the van parked, apparently unattended, with the door open
enough to reveal a valuable cargo. The tall man observed six perpetrators
emerge from the shadows and deface the van with spray paint. All wore bandanas
on their arms to indentify their gang affiliation and the baggy cargo pants
common to their generation. Eventually they discovered the open door and took
the bait.

The elecrically actuated door slammed shut and locked, and the van was moved
to a uninhabited location. Nitrous Oxide gas quieted the profanity that
emnated from the van, so the tall man dressed for the occasion in rubber
boots, rain pants, and a gas mask and set to work.

The miscreants regained consciousness to find themselves naked and secured
hand and foot to the van's cargo sidewall tiedown anchors. Facing them was an
apparition that appeared to be a man with a Cyclops head, but was really only
a skydiver helmet camera.

The finished video was not a masterpiece of filmmaking nor would it win any
prestigious awards, but it would do its' intended job when distributed
throughout the city in large quantities. The start of the production showed
the vandalism and the gang's entry to the van, and then the helmet cam
documented the action.

Gloved hands were shown attaching a rubber tourniquet to the victim's scrotum.
The video did not include sound, but a skilled lipreader could decipher the
threats and warning about touching a member of the Vagos, and later his cries
of anguish. The camera then focused on the man's hand seizing the testicles of
the other before shifting to his face. The look of defiance first, then fear
dissolved in contusions of pain as the camera dropped to show the knife and
severed manhood, which was thrown to the floor and crushed under the heel of
the tall man like a dicarded cigarette butt or annoying bug. This sequence was
repeated four more times with slightly different camera angles. The last
victim, a slim lad with downy crotch hair who had just entered puberty, was
allowed to retain one testicle.

The tall man heard the sirens of the approaching ambulances as he left the
city.

Castration, or the threat of it, was a primal fear that all normal males
shared. The gang members feared no punishment that law could administer, nor
any injury from which they would heal. This was the one thing that would stop
most gang activity and vandalism for quite some time.

His quest started after his wife and son had been killed at an intersection
with a missing stop sign. He soon learned that vengeance had a monetary value,
and now he applied it on a contract basis with his fee determined by the
reduction of property damage within the area. In two more years he could
retire very comfortably. He pobably wouldn't, though.

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The Quiz Show

Summary: If you are lucky you can be a contestant on this quiz show

` `

THE QUIZ SHOW By Ms. Athena

It is 9:00 AM, almost time for the taping of the countries most popular, and
best loved quiz show. The ticket holders have been waiting in line, some for
as long as two hours. They have all requested their tickets as far as six
months before, and had signed all the necessary papers regarding their
agreement to the rules of the quiz show if they were selected to be
contestants. Finally the doors of the studio open, and they are allowed to
enter. Finding seats they wait for the taping to begin. At last the producer
of the show comes out on the stage, and welcomes them. She explains about the
applause sign, and the on the air sign. Another woman comes out on the stage,
and tells a few risque jokes to amuse the audience, and warm them up. She
leaves the stage, and the on the air sign lights up. The announcer begins her
usual opening before introducing the star of the show. "Good evening Ladies,
of the viewing audience. A.T.N. (Amazon Television Network), and The Fix Him
Right Burdozzo Company, makers of the Fix Him Right Burdozzo. The burdozzo
with the patented cock cutter in the handles. The burdozzo no woman should be
without, proudly presents your favorite quiz show, You bet his balls. Here she
is your favorite Hostess and Mistress of Ceremony, Ann Applegate."

The curtains behind the stage part to reveal a raised platform with a pair of
X frames. Between the frames is a small table holding a golden burdozzo.
Standing in front of the platform is Ann Applegate flanked by two beautiful
women. The audience applauds her. She waves and blows kisses to the audience,
then moves to the front of the stage. A stagehand wheels out a glass drum
containing cards, one for each woman in the studio audience. She spins the
drum then reaches in and pulls out one of the cards. Our first contestants are
Judy Smith, and her man. A woman in the audience jumps up and begins jumping
around when her name is called out. The rest of the audience applauds. Two of
the women who came on stage with the Hostess, go into the audience to escort
her and her man to the stage. She takes her place behind one of the two
contestant rostrums. The women take her man to one of the X frames, strip him
naked, and secure him to the frame. Ann then spins the drum a second time and
announces the name of the second contestants, Linda West, and her man. The
other two women go into the audience to escort them to the stage.

With the contestants behind their respective rostrum, and their men secured
naked to the X frames, it was time for the quiz game to begin. Ladies, Ann
said, you know the rules, but I will go over them for the few who do not know
them. The game has three rounds. In each round I will ask ten questions. The
first lady to buzz and give the correct answer gets one point. If the first
lady to buzz in gives the wrong answer her opponent has a chance to answer the
question for two points. If no one buzzes in the question will be replaced by
a different question. At the end of each round the women with the most points
in that round gets to use the golden Fix Him Right Burdozzo to crush one ball
of her opponent’s man. At the end of the third round the woman who has crushed
both balls of her opponent wins $50,000. If the same woman wins all three
rounds, she gets to use the patented cock cutter built into the handles of the
Fix Him Right Burdozzo. A special feature, I might add, that no other brand of
burdozzo has. She gets to cut off her opponent man’s cock and wins the
$100,000, grand prize. Alright ladies lets play "You Bet His Balls."

Ann started asking the questions, and the contestants buzzed in to answer
them. Some were answered correctly by the woman who buzzed in, some were not,
giving the other contestant a chance for extra points. Some questions were not
answered at all, and had to be replaced. At last ten questions had been asked,
and answered correctly. The audience cheered, and clapped each correct answer.
Ann signaled that the first round was over. The scores were tallied, and Linda
was the winner of that round. Two of the women who came on stage with Ann
escort Linda to the X frame platform. One of them begins to feel Judy’s man
remarking on the size and weight of his balls. The other woman hands Linda the
Golden Fix Him Right Burdozzo. The women in the audience are chanting "Make
him scream. Fix him right", over again and again. Linda places the head of the
burdozzo on his right ball. She squeezes the handles together crushing his
ball. He screams in pain as his ball is crushed into jelly. The audience
applauds, cheers, and screams in pleasure as she crushes his ball.

The second, and third round of the game are repeats of the first, except Judy
wins the second round, and Linda win the third. As Ann counts out the fifty
$1,000, dollar bill prize into Linda’s hand, Judy goes to her man. She grabs
the Golden Fix Him Right Burdozzo, and uses the patented cock cutter to chop
off his cock, screaming that is for making me lose you useless slut. The
credits crawl across the screen as the announcer speaks. "That’s out show for
today Ladies, be sure to join us again tomorrow when two more women will play
You Bet His Balls." If you want to be a contestant on our show, or just be a
member of our studio audience, send a request for studio tickets to "You Bet
His Balls" care of the A.T.N. studio Amazon City, Amazonia. The announcer then
goes to commercial. "Ladies does your man cheat on you? Does he look at other
women? Does he fail to obey you? Does he fail to be attentive to your needs?
Does he fail to give you multiple climaxes? If the answer to any of these
questions is yes, don’t get mad at him, fix him right with the Fix Him Right
Burdozzo. The only burdozzo with the patented built in cock cutter in the
handles.

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Transvestite's schoolgirl

Summary: Transvestite castrates a pervert who plays with himelf at the peep shows.

` It was a normal night, My dick as usual was real hard. And I masturbate at
least a minimum of 3 or 4 times a day. But lately I been going to the adult
book store where they have peep shows, I get 5 or 10 dollars in quarters and
jerk off to hot porn. And when I'm lucky there's someone in the booth next to
mine. `

The place has glory holes. Normally I stick my dick in and some guy in the
next booth blows me while I watch porn. And at times I have blown guys in the
next booth since they have blowed me many a time.

I particularly like to watch vids of barely legal girls giving handjobs and
for some reason I can not figure out I adore watching shemales play with their
cock and take it up the ass.

I eventually purchased some dildo's in the book store and started using them
on my self while I watch the movies. I was kind of embarrassed as "the guys"
do not rurn me on. I can suck a dick, but only if I don't see the guy next
door.

Lucky me, on a rare night a transvestite actually came into the place. I saw
what booth she/he went into. I went into a connecting booth. Sure enough
within a minute a finger reached through the hole in the wall. I stuck my dick
through and began to receive a fantastic blowjob. It was great I was watching
a porn of a hot teen jacking a man off and the added suction on my cock caused
be to blow my load rather early.

After she finished me off I heard her door close and then a soft knock on my
door. Her/his soft voice asked to come in. I was nervous as hell, but I opened
the door and let her in. SHe could tell I was terrified.

She spoke to me saying,"I noticed your dildo when I peaked through the hole in
the wall. I was hoping you would let me get myself off in your ass."

I was stunned and she could tell. "Just turn around hon, I'll be gentle."

I turned around and bent over slightly. I changed movies to a Shemale taking
it up the ass. The irony that it would be a shemale fucking my ass aroused me.
I slowly felt her cock entering my ass. She moved her cock slowly in and out
of my ass. Within a minute my young cock was fully hard again. I began to beat
off with this sexy man fucking my ass. It felt so good and I felt so
humiliated. I was now a queer taking it up the ass a gay crossdresser. I felt
her cumming in my ass and I cummed in my hand and all over the wall.

She invited me over to her place. I shyly agreed. I followed her in my car and
when we arrived she lived in a very nice town house. Once in the house she
fixed us drinks, scotch I believe.

"Y'know", she said. "You are way to submissive. I believe your fascination
with shemales is that you really want to crossdress. Why not let me fix you
up."

I paused in fear.

"think about it, you're not really attracted to men, but you really enjoyed
taking it up the ass. I say how a cock up your ass really enhanced your
masturbation. I can tell you really enjoy jerking off with a cock up your ass.
Let me help you do it more often.

"What the hell", I said. "Why not you really turn me on."

She began by trimming my hair and placing make up then a blonde wig on my
head. She waxed my legs and removed all hair from my legs and continued with
my upper body. Next she pulled out clippers and shaved the hair around my
cock. I began to get hard again.

"Not yet sweety, You are not done yet", the brunette vixen

said to me.

Once done she dressed me in a young schoolgirl outfit. I had to admit I did
not look bad at all. Except that my large hard cock hanged out in front of the
way too short skirt. Even the panties coudl not conceal that.

"Don't worry my little school girl we have methods to conceal that." She
poured me another cock and began to suck my dick. At whick point I started
getting very dizzy. She rolled me over and told me to jerk off on all fours.
She began to fuck my ass and I could feel a powerful orgasm feeling. I was so
ashamed that this ass fucking made by cock so hard and that I was playing with
myself. I continued to play with my cock until she cummed in my ass then I
came all over my hands.

I was so woozy and couldn't move or speak. She tied some tight band around my
testicles.

"In a few minutes I'm going to do you a big favor. I'm going to make you my
little girl forever." she said to me.

I had no idea what she was talking about. The minutes passed away and I was
too numb to feel much. Then she pulled out a scalpel.

"Honey I'm going to take those balls of yours. When I'm done you will never
fuck anything ever again. But you can still jack off while taking it up the
ass. I think it's what you really want. After all you never really fuck
anybody. You just watch porn and jack off. Now you can take it up the ass and
jack off all the time."

With that she cut my balls off. The bleeding was minimal and she applied
gauze, and alcohol to the area where my balls used to be. I passed out in
shock. Now I'll be a crossdressing asswhore forever.

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Holiday Romance.

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## Holiday Romance.

**Date:** 18 Nov 1997
**Time:** 18:56:30
**Remote Name:** 204.30.69.115
**Remote User:**

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** hot ** A young man meets a pair of women on his camping holiday. They
decide that he should make a donation to them, and he getws the choice.
(penectomy)

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Holiday Romance. ===============

I was 17 and on holiday in South Wales. I had my own 1 man tent and my parents
slept in a caravan. On our first day, I set up my tent. It was hot and sweaty
so I was just wearing my baggy bermuda shorts. I went into the shop to buy
some provisions. I queued up at the till behind 2 girls about 16. I could
smell their perfume. It smelt good. They paid, smiled at me and went to the
doorway. I paid and headed out of the shop.

The 2 girls blocked the doorway, leaving a small gap for me to squeeze
through. I felt a little giddy as I tried to squeeze past. I found myself
looking into the eyes and smile of one of the girls. The one behind me pushed
me toward her. She held me in her arms and started to kiss me. I was feeling
faint from her closeness. Wow!!! I wasn't really experienced in these things
but it was feeling good.

She broke free of the kiss and took me by the hand into the forest behind the
shop. We came to a clearing. Her friend started to kiss me this time. I let
her. I was in a spin. As I kissed, the first girl kneeled down by me and ran
her fingers up and down my legs. Her fingers went inside my shorts and touched
my cock. It was incredible. My mouth just opened and the second girl pushed
her tongue into my mouth.

The first girl, lightly took hold of my shorts and eased them down to the
ground. I stept out of them. She touched the bulge in my briefs, teasingly
before delicately easing them down to the ground. I stepped out of them. I was
naked and felt fantastic. The girls switched positions and I kissed the first
girl again as the second ran her fingers up and down my hard cock. I felt her
touch my balls. I thought I felt her attach something to them. She went back
to my cock.

I ran my fingers along the first girls arm, I was getting brave. I moved it
towards her breasts. She didn't move away. I touched her soft breasts, they
felt so soft and delicate. She smiled at me. Then I felt a soaring pain in my
balls. I bent in two. She was still smiling. She had kneed me.

I tried to move and get my things but I felt my balls pulling me backwards. Or
more to the point the second girl was pulling me backwards by some string she
had tied around my balls. She stopped, I turned and stepped over the string
and charged her. As I approached her, girl 1 jumped on my back, slowing me
down sufficiently for a well aimed kick to my genitals from girl 2. I fell to
my knees. Girl 1 pulled me over backwards. I was now lying backwards with my
legs trapped under me, back arched in the air. Girl 2, couldnt miss. They
knew, I knew. She stepped up close. Took my balls in her hand punched them
several times until I passed out in pain.

When I awoke, I was alone in the glade. I was no longer naked. My genitals
were contained in a strong leather pouch. There was an opening to pee out of.
The tight piece near my body was locked with a small padlock. Oh Fuck!!!

I went off to my tent. I attacked this device with the few tools I have. I
almost broke the lock for good, so I gave up. The next day, I got up and went
in search of the girls. In fact I didnt see them for 3 days.

3 days later, I bumped into them again. "Hi, I'm Daniel" I said. "On your
knees Daniel" was the reply. I stood there in shock. They started to walk off.
I fell to my knees and shouted "OK, OK". They came back. "OK, doggy - lost
your bone?". One of them kicked me in my genital lock. They giggled. "Please,
let me out of this thing". "Not yet doggy, you'll run away". They introduced
themselves - Venus and Jupiter. Jupiter was male I thought but I kept quiet.
"To the glade", they said and off we went to their secret glade.

I stripped down to the genital lock. They bound me with straps to a tree. They
bound my throat, arms, legs, torsoe. I couldn't move. They released the lock
and my limp genitalia flopped out. Venus tied a string to my limp cock and
pulled it out straight. Venus asked me a question "Which do you prefer, your
cock or your balls?". "My cock" - she yanked my balls. She repeated the
question. "My balls" \- she smacked my cock with a stick. She continued this
process until the ache in balls was too intense so I repeated the same answer,
"My balls" 3 times.

"Oh, you've come to a decision at last". "We have a problem, Jupiter here is
lacking a penis and balls. We have given you a choice of what you wish to
donate to him and you have chosen to donate your penis. Tomorrow morning, we
go home so tonight is the cut off time". With that, they gagged me and left. I
was still tied to a tree. I struggled but to no avail. I was getting cold.
Very cold. My penis had shrivelled to less than 1 inch. I felt safe. They
wouldnt want it that small.

I heard noises coming towards me - I was saved. No. It was them. They de-robed
themselves in front of me. My first view of naked female flesh. It was a good
sight but as I feasted in it I knew that my last chance was going. I felt my
penis slowly come back to life. No! Stop I thought. Slowly at first then as it
grew it accelerated towards its death. They had had the last laugh, they
tricked my male body into donating to them my masculinity itself.

Venus came over to me and then Jupiter knelt before me. Venus rested my head
on her shoulder. She smiled and stroked my head. We both looked down as
Jupiter took hold of my engorged penis and raised her knife to it. Jupiter was
doing the sacrifice and Venus was trying to share my experience. The
experience was short lived. It was a few seconds, and over. They cut me down
and a lay in the dirt as the 2 girls walked off with my penis.

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A real Young man's real life wish (revised) II with email contact info

Summary: A boy who wants to have a pussy in the near future. I want to be a boy with a pussy. Re-Edited with email contact info. Patsfan4life12@hotmail.com

My Future, New life (revised, made corrections).

I have already envisioned myself what my life will be like in a few years. I
am tired who I am right now and what to be something new. I always had that
dream it, one day it will come true. I am talking about a new person that I
really wanted to be.

I have heard of different body alterations that people went through. Men
became ladies and ladies became men. Men became transvestites and some women
became men with pussies. Some women became men and kept their pussies, like
Buck Angel. Then, there are hermaphrodites, men and women having opposite sex
organs. I admire Chance Ryder who was a hermaphrodite and had kept his born
pussy, but unfortunately died of depression.

Some people want to be gays. Men love each other, and so do women. Some love
to dress opposite clothes, like men wearing dresses and stockings, while women
wear white t-shirts, jeans, and a baseball cap.

We all humans have equal rights. As explain above, people alter their sex and
body. What I want to do is to have a GRS operation without ever taking
hormones. I will ask to alter only the genitals. I just want to go in there
and ask if I could only have a vagina and nothing further. I do not want
plastic surgery and breast development. I want my man chest, smooth man legs
and man face and vagina, a shaved pussy. That would make my life happy. I want
it to happen and its going to happen.

In a couple of weeks, when my pussy is healed, I will throw all my man clothes
out to the trash, except tight long sleeve shirts and tank tops. I will have
to buy dress skirts, short skirts, girls t-shirts, bathing suits, low-heel
pumps, and a closet size full of sheer-to-waist pantyhose without cotton
gusset.

When I wake up and go to the mirror, I should see me in my mustache face,
tight-sleeved shirt, and in pantyhose pussy and pantyhose legs. Daily routine
is in the morning is to brush teeth, shave my beard and legs, mustache trim
along the lips, poop, shower and put on my dress and pantyhose, or shirt,
skirt, and pantyhose, or medium size football jersey and pantyhose on and eat
breakfast. I will have a boyfriend who loves a boy with a shaved pussy to make
sex with and loves to kiss my mustache lips.

SNR

Please be free to email me at patsfan4life12@hotmail.com for comments and
suggestions. If you know how can I have a Vagina (Vaginoplasty) Surgery only
during grs, let me know and doctors to contact. I am sure its not allowed, but
I will make it happen. I will go through any method to obtain a pussy without
any other female modifications. Please let me know if anyone is in the same
boat like me. If you love pantyhose, tell me. Thanks

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Goodbye to Large and Wonderful Balls?

Summary: I require to eliminate my sex drive, so as to worship my wife's need more, etc.

` I have an 8" circumsised cock and very large balls. `

I have been married 3X and have had two common in law girlfriends.

I have also been a slave to two male masters. They were both exceptional, as
is my 3rd wife.

I am 6', 185lbs.

My moniker is Loving Tongue. Why, because I can bring my wife to orgasm in 5
minutes and 3 if I use a soft rubber dildoe with my tongue. Yes she loves my
cock, but can do without. She is therefore, quite enjoying the fantasy and now
would like to see it's fruition. No pun please.

I have a contact in the Southern States who is a cutter of some reknown.

We will arrive in his State and he will play tour guide. All the time I will
be hard as a rock knowing that we are talking about hours before I will become
gelded. The tour will last about 2-3 days. I like this person through e-mail,
and will no doubt find him exquisite in person.

Because of my S/M desires I have opted for no anethesia.

While I was in Mexico 2 years ago, I became aware of

the delicacy; prairie oysters.My wife comes on a dime when she thinks about
the preperation and consumption of my testicles. (fruit off the vine). My
balls will have to be marinated and tenderized. Think about it.

I will be stitched up close with tight sutures so that my limp cock will stand
alone. I prefer that to the slice and dice method. My 8" cock that has
manipulated me too often will be become flaccid.

I am tight and muscular, however new times are ahead when I will become softer
and less competitive.

Travelling down to the States is too expensive and conflicting at this time.

But, I can wait.

Stay tuned!

* * *


Fantasy Island -- II

I stepped off the seaplane onto the pier.  The hostess was waiting
for me.  She put a lei on me, then gave me a hug and a kiss.  "
Welcome to Fantasy Island.  I am Angela,  your hostess.  It was a
long flight.  Are you thirsty? Have a drink."  The waitress offered
me a choice of five drinks, all of them my favorite.  I picked up the
glass of pina colada.  The hostess took my hand and led me towards
the jeep.  "I will take you there."

The scenery was panoramic.  The road followed the coast line:
beautiful beaches on one side, steep mountains covered with luxuriant
rain forest on the other.  After a while, we came to the end of the
road. She kept driving.  Twenty yards later, she drove straight into
the foliage without hesitation.   There was a path!  It was dark and
winding.  The vegetation was so thick that I could not see the sky at
all.  Half the time I could not see the front end of the jeep.

Suddenly, the thick vegetation disappeared.  We were in a secluded
cove about a third of a mile wide. Tall trees covered most of the
ground.  The brushes had fragrant flowers of all colors.  The grass
was greener than any I had seen.  The beach had fine white sand.
Angela drove on the wet sand.  In a few hours, the tide would wash
away the tire mark.  She stopped at the foot path of flat round
stone. "Go to the house. Ring the bell. Then your fantasy begins. I
will make sure that your luggage, well, anything you need will be
there."

I rang the bell.  A low sexy voice said: "Come in."  She laid on the
couch, wearing only a lace teddy and a G string.  Her long wavy blond
hair reached down to her shoulder.  Her big blue eyes sparkled.  Her
skin was flawless.  She smelled like orchid with a trace of hormone.
A tattoo chain of tiny flowers encircled her left ankle.  The dimple
made her looked innocent.

"So, you are the slave.  Listen carefully to the rules.  You will
obey me absolutely. You are here to serve me.  You will not have
orgasm without my permission."

"Yes mistress".

"Take off all your clothes." I stripped with pride, knowing that my
athletic body would please her.  My cock and balls are huge. She held
out her right hand.  I walked up to her, putting my balls in her hand
as a gesture of submission.  She squeezed them very hard, letting me
know the punishment for disobedience.  I had to maintain an erection
at all times.  It was easy with such a beautiful mistress.

I fixed mistress dinner, mixed her drinks, bathed her, brushed her
hair, gave her massage.  I was an excellent masseur.  Mistress liked
me to suck her toes.  I finished the massage by going down on her.  I
licked her for hours.  She was in no hurry and had many orgasms.  We
went swimming.  Instead of holding hands and walked on the beach, she
put a leash on my balls and led me around.  She sometimes made me get
on all fours so she could walked her dog, me, with the ball leash.
Once in a while, she gave me a hard jerk. She liked to hurt my
balls.  She knee them without warning.  She would find fault with me
where there was none and kicked my balls.  Everyday, we repeated my
first gesture of submission.  Her soft silky hand was strong as
steel.  She told me Goddess gave male balls so that women could
always control us.  I was grateful.  The pain kept me from coming.
It was honey moon; it was better than honey moon.  Time ceased to
exist.

It was like the night before.  I served mistress.  I sucked her to
many orgasms.  Then I licked my way back up to her highly sensitive
breasts.  Mistress liked her slave to worship them.  She pulled my
hair hard, bringing my face to hers.  Then she kissed me deeply, our
first kiss.  We kissed and kissed.  My hands roamed all over her
body.  Her hands grabbed my butt and pulled hard. I was inside her
for the first time.  My body was racked with pleasure.  "Oh mistress,
I am afraid I am going to come."  Mistress fucked me with abandon.  I
was losing control.  We came together.  I lost count of my orgasms,
her orgasms.  Totally spent, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

"On your knees."  I quickly got out of bed and kneeled in front of
mistress.  Her voice was stern, but still sexy.  She could not hide
her afterglow.

"Did I tell you that you could come?"

"No mistress."

Mistress brought out her stockings and tied me to the bed posts.  She
stood above me, kicking my balls like she had done so many times
before. My body, twisting in pain, aroused something in her.
Suddenly she lost control and kicked my balls as if she was an Amazon
warrior in combat.  Pain exploded. The room turned red.  I could see
stars and lightning in a red sky and nothing else.  I swore I heard
my balls pop.

I woke up on a beach chair, under a coconut tree.  On my left hand
side was a small coffee table with half a glass of pina colada. I saw
the seaplane across the bay.  Angela came out of the cabin with a
large tray of seafood and fruit.

"I must have made the drink too strong.  It really knocked you out."

"Where is mistress?" I asked her.

"Your fantasy ended."

I reached down with my left hand.  My balls were still intact.  "I
think she crushed my balls.  Pain just exploded.  I saw nothing but
stars and lightning in a red sky.  I swear I heard my balls pop."

"I always make sure that my guests leave here satisfied.  And I
always make them healthier.  After lunch, I will drive you to the
pier".

When we were almost there, I finally got enough courage to ask Angela
the question.  "Can I see mistress again?  I love her.  I don’t mind
if she crush my balls or cut off my cock."

"No.  You come here to live out a fantasy.  The people you meet are
part of the fantasy. You return home with a wonderful memory.  But I
would like to introduce you to another guest whose holiday just
ended.  It is a long flight.  You may enjoy her company."

She was already on the pier, sitting on her luggage.  She wore T-
shirt and shorts.  She had short, straight  brown hair.  Her big
brown eyes sparkled.  A birthmark was very sexy.   She smelled like
orchid with a trace of hormone. A tattoo chain of tiny flowers
encircled her left ankle.  The dimple made her looked innocent.  Her
low sexy voice said: "Hi.  My name is Lillian.  It is a pleasure to
meet you."


Prisoner Awaiting Sentencing :conclusion

Summary: My ex wife\'s revenge

I laid there cold and nude. Hands and legs shackled and spread in a wide, firm
"X". My penis was hard and throbbing as I looked at the room full of now naked
women. I counted them. 18 various body shapes and ages. Some very beautiful,
some not so beautiful. But it was the one that stood in front of me that
bothered me the mose! It was my ex wife, Diane. Naked and slightly plus-sized
with her huge 44DD breasts she smiled at me with an evil smile.

"I have been waiting fo this moment for a long time!" she said. She grabbed my
balls hard. I let out a yell. "Time to be sentenced!" With that, she walked to
the front of the room and picked up a piece of paper. Holding it up before her
like a scroll she read, "Richard, you are hereby sentenced. And your sentence
is to be carried out immediately." I shivered and yelled "What sentence?!"

One of the other women came over with the big kitchen knife and grabbed my
hard penis,"Shut up or I'll cut you cock off!" Tears ran down my face.

Diane continued reading, "Richard your are sentenced to........CASTRATION! To
be carried out immediately!"

Women in the room cheered and applauded. I cried out "No, no, no! No please
not that!"

The women all started preparing. I saw my ex wife take a loop of fishing line
like she had done to me before. Except this time she was going to finish. Two
of the other women brought forward a strange device. It was wooden and it
opened. They closed it around the base of my penis. It pinched my flesh. I
realized that it exposed my balls and held them out. I cried out and begged my
ex wife "Diane, no please don't do this! PLEASE DON'T CASTRATE ME!"

She and several of the women just laughed.

Diane came forward and leaned over as she put the loop around my doomed balls.
Her big breasts swayed all over. I felt the loop tighten around my balls.

"Ready girls?" she called out.

"YES!!!!!!!!!!!!" the room called out in unison.

She slowly closed the loop and I screamed. The line started to cut. I looked
around the room. Naked women fingered themselves. They were getting off on me
losing my balls!

The line closed more. I could feel myself bleeding. It reached the cords.
Diane was almost drooling. Now, she pulled it hard. I screamed and
unbelievably, I came! My white load shot all over.

One big pull and Diane held up my severed sack for the room to see. two women
came over and started working as to stop my bleeding.

My screams filled the room. Diane said "Qiet him down!" and they gave me a
shot.

The room started to get fuzzy. My pain turned to blackness.

I woke up in my own bed. God that had been a frightning dream. I pulled off
the covers and was horrified. There was only a stitched seam where my balls
used to be. I was a Eunuch!

* * *


Amazon Series III: The Queen's Wedding

The Queens Wedding -- Part III of the Amazon Series.

I am The First Queen, The Male Conqueror, The Beautiful. I am about to marry
Jenny, my love, my general of Female Guards. We were secret lovers when I was
still the queen and plaything of my late husband, king of the Maledom Empire.
On that unforgettable night so long ago, Jenny cut off his balls and then his
cock just before he came in me. Then we started the revolution that conquered
all males and established Amazonia. No mans come had touched me since. I kept
a few sex slaves. I ride their cocks, but I never let them come. We loved to
strap a slave comfortably to a chair and let him watch us making love. We
teased his cock mercilessly, using it as a hanger for our bras and lingerie.
The only things Jenny like about males are cock-tease and castration.

We seized power, me with the help of the Female Guards. Then male rebellion
broke out. They could not accept being ruled by a queen. When we defeat the
rebels, we always cut off their cocks and balls. They gradually realized that
I wanted to make all males into slaves. So all the male rebels got together.
And I sent Jenny, commanding our Female Guards, out to crush them, by the
balls. We were going to build an empire in which every male was a slave. Male
orgasm could not occurred without his mistresss permission. I wanted an
empire of female love, an empire in which every male would be castrated sooner
or later.

The night before Jenny left, she came to my bedroom for a long night of
lovemaking. Exhausted, I stroked her lovely long hair and asked her to marry
me. We engaged with a kiss. Then I asked her to marry me at once, just the two
of us, an exchange of a vow of love. She refused. "I want a great wedding. I
want to give you the perfect wedding present: a million cocks." We then
promised each other not to have sex until the wedding night.

Jenny defeated the males easily. Then the Great Castration began. Countless
thousands of cocks and balls were cut off. The males were totally crushed, by
their balls. They will never have any power again. Jenny then when through
many cities of the rebel area, castrating every male she could find.

She had all the cocks and balls preserved in big glass barrels. It was going
to be my wedding present. On her way home, guards were sent out to announce
the castration caravan, with the glass barrels of cocks and balls for all to
see. All males were made to watch. It was hard to keep the women away. Some of
them followed the caravan for miles before turning back.

The leader of the males were totally naked. To everyones delight, his huge
cock was hard. Jenny later told me she put powerful aphrodisiac in his water.
Jenny led him to me with a leash on his balls. One hundred rebel males were
similarly bound and led, by their balls. They were all chosen for their big
cocks. Then I announce our wedding. It was victory and wedding celebrations in
one. She did bring me the wedding present of a million cocks. I would build a
temple to honor Goddess and house the million cocks forever. We would cut off
one hundred more cocks to celebrate our wedding.

We had the feast. Then the wedding ceremony began. We stood in front of the
high priestess. Jenny pledge her eternal love. Then I gave the vow which were
to become standard in years to come. "I will love you forever. As a token of
my love, I forswear the pleasure of fucking any male." The high priestess
looped a silk band around our hands, and we were married.

The leader of the male rebels was tied to a bench, his cock sticking high in
the air through a hole in the wooden shield. We only wanted to cut off his
cock and balls, nothing else. Together, we picked up a short, slim sword made
of gold. With the sword in our hands, we cut slowly. Everyone cheered when the
cock and balls came off. Then came my little surprise. My favorite slave was
tied to a bench in the same way. Guards carried out the bench. His cock and
balls would be my wedding gift. Jenny was always unhappy about cocks going
into my little pussy. This was my gift to her: no more male fucking. Servants
put the two sets of cocks and balls into two beautiful crystal jars with
preservatives. She gave me the jar with the rebel leaders cock and balls; I
gave her the one from my favorite slave.

Then came the highlight of the wedding. Guards pulled back the curtains. The
hundred rebels were all tied to benches, with their huge cocks sticking
straight up. Holding the sword together, we proceeded to slice them off. Some
we cut slowly, teasing the poor thing one last time with the sword. Some we
quickly chopped off. Some we sliced off inch by inch to the stem. The cheering
was getting louder and louder. Then Jenny got behind me, held her left hand
around my waist and her right hand over my right hand, holding the sword.
Together, we ran forward. Like a galloping horsewomen cutting down all enemies
in her path, we cut off the last twenty cocks in rapid succession, on the run.
Jenny was an excellent swordswoman. After the sword sliced through each cock,
she flicked our hands backward. The cock flew high into the air for all to
see. After the last one, the applause was thunderous. Some guests were so
aroused that they unclasped each others bras and started making love.

We could not hold it any longer. The long period of no sex, the excitement of
the mass castration, and the sight of our guests making out was too much to
bear. So we went into the bedroom for a long long night of passionate
lovemaking.


Lost them!

Summary: Guy forcefully castrated

There was a man who came to my small town in western Australia. He fucked
around with women and did not take any care and managed to get 3 pregnant. He
even seems to be proud of his fertility and would boast about it. One of my
friends found out this guy had done the same thing in another small town, and
he had left because of the trouble he had caused.

One of the men (Joe) whos daughter was made pregnant by this guy, got a group
of us together to punish the guy. There were 7 of us in all.
The guy used to do casual farm work to earn his income. He started working for
me, for several weeks only, as I had a lot of work to cover. I had been
observing him, myself for some time. He was quite good looking, about 6' tall,
hairy, stocky build. He was arrogant around men, but was seductive to women
that he liked.

One day when the guy came to my farm for work, and the other 6 men arrived as
arranged. We grabbed him and held him down while Joe brought out his razor and
some iodine. We stripped the guy, mainly by cutting away his clothes as he was
quite strong and it took all our efforts to control him. Joe shaved the hair
off the guys groin and balls, and painted them with iodine. I held one of the
guys legs as I was one of the biggest and strongest men of the group. I was a
good position as I could see all that was happening.

Once he had finished preparing the guy, Joe cut a hole in the sack and poped
out one of the balls. Joe was skilled in castrating animals, so the job was
easy for him. Once the first ball was removed and put into a jar, Joe popped
out the second ball and cut it free too. The other six of us were struggling,
holding the guy down, while Joe worked on him. It only took a few minutes to
remove his balls, even less if the guy had not struggled so much. Joe closed
up the gap with bandaids and painted the guys balls with iodine again to
minimise infection. The guys balls were quite large, and joe added some
alcohol to the jar to preserve them. He wanted to keep them as a trophy.

The guy tried to break free while we castrated him, and almost did several
times, but he was helpless against 6 of us. He had realised something nasty
was going to happen to him once we started removing his work clothes, and from
that point he was yelling at us to stop. He even started to say he was sorry
about his behavour, but we were determined to stop him for good.

A few weeks later the guy left the town, as word got out about what happened
to him. he will not get any more women pregnant again!

* * *


Princes 4

Summary: The Princes and their companions arrive at the complex where they are now to reside.

` PRINCES (4) `

(initially ‘WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO THE PRINCES IN THE TOWER’)

By Pueros

(Hist)

Chapter 4 – Topkapi

(Constantinople, January 1484)

One of the magnificent structures the wagon passed was a huge domed edifice
with a narrow but tall pointed brick tower in the south-eastern corner. The
boys would later learn that the main structure was the Hagia Sophia, formerly
a Byzantine Christian cathedral commissioned centuries before by the Emperor
Justinian I, which at this time still retained frescoes and mosaics of
Christian saints despite being converted to be a Moslem mosque, with its new
apse and altar, or ‘mihrap’, facing Mecca. The tower was a minaret, the first
of four that would eventually appear at each corner. The boys themselves
would, over the next few years, occasionally spy the second tower gradually
appear on the city skyline at the north-eastern corner as Sultan Bayezid
repeated his father’s earlier minaret construction.

The wagon eventually arrived at the gates of a huge complex of splendid
buildings, which the boys were soon to discover was the ‘Saray’, Persian for
‘palace’, vast sumptuous home of the Sultan. It was known at the time to
Europeans as the ‘Grand Seraglio’ but would later be called the ‘Topkapi
Palace’. ‘Topkapi’ means ‘cannon gate’, a name derived from the two large
cannons that guarded the Imperial water gate on the Bosphorus.

The sprawling pastiche of different architectural styles had been begun in
1453 by Mehmet II, the ‘Conqueror’, and additions would be made by his
successors over subsequent centuries. The many thousands who dwelt within the
walls were answerable only to the Sultan, who was answerable only to God. The
complex, veritably a city within a city, comprised a large group of big
beautiful buildings and lovely garden courtyards, connected by gates. There
were three distinct areas, the Outer Palace, Inner Palace and the Forbidden
Palace or Harem, also known as the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Courts.

The Saray’s many guards, gardeners and craftsmen dressed in distinctive
colour-coded garb for identification and resided in dormitories within the
Outer Palace, a busy colourful place that even possessed its own zoo, with
bears, elephants and lions. The Inner Palace included accommodation for a
large number of Imperial bureaucrats who conducted the central administration
of the expanding Empire. The Forbidden Palace, or Harem, included the Sultan’s
private home. It comprised a series of luxurious suites, many elaborately
tiled in blue, turquoise and aquamarine or lined with charming still-life
frescoes, that housed the Imperial family. The running of the Imperial
household would be typically organised by the Sultan’s mother or the senior of
his wives, of whom he was permitted up to four by Islamic law. The Imperial
children and concubines, of both sexes, would also be housed within.

For the female members of the Imperial family and female and male concubines,
the Forbidden Palace was actually a gilded cage because they led a completely
cloistered life, guarded by a corps of black eunuchs who served as go-betweens
with the outside world where they were not allowed to go. Privacy and silence
were the main rules to be observed. The only entrance to this 3rd Court was
called the ‘Gate of Felicity’, through which access was controlled by the Kapi
Agha or Chief White Eunuch. He also oversaw the Palace School and commanded
the Inner Palace services including, most importantly, all messages conveyed
to the Sultan. Outsiders were granted permission to enter the Forbidden Palace
only by invitation of the Sultan, conveyed via the Kapi Agha, and assignations
were always ritualised and usually limited to a few officials. For other
outsiders, the 3rd Court was strictly off-limits.

Nevertheless, the Forbidden Palace was still a busy place as it accommodated
two other groups of people, both mainstays of the Ottoman Empire, besides the
Imperial family and their black eunuchs. The corps of White Eunuchs and the
Imperial Pages were both residents of the Courtyard of the White Eunuchs
within the 3rd Court. The courtyard was small by palace standards and was
located to the left of the Gate of Felicity. At its centre was a fountain
where the eunuchs and their charges washed.

The responsibilities of the white eunuchs were twofold. First, they assisted
their leader in the performance of his duties, especially by acting as the
Sultan’s personal guards. Second, they supervised the Imperial Pages, boys
training for important posts within the Empire, usually in groups of ten
youngsters. Palace eunuchs were invariably either Caucasian or black because
it was against Islamic law to emasculate a Muslim. They would be castrated at
an early age and some would spend time first as male concubines until they
became too old to satisfy the Sultan’s tastes. Most of the white eunuchs came
from the Balkans and Greece, conquered by the Ottomans over the last century,
although some, like the Kapi Agha himself, had been secured from more distant
European lands and were therefore rare and highly prized.

At the north-eastern corner of the 3rd Court was the Treasury, which had
formed the original palace and was perhaps still the most beautiful of its
structures. The building was the Sultan’s personal quarters. The exterior was
rather simple and serene, giving little hint of its dazzling interior, which
comprised four rooms, two porches, one facing the Sea of Marmara, and two
basements. Each of the main rooms had a throne for the Sultan’s comfort, each
solid gold and inlaid with ebony and mother-of-pearl or set with emeralds and
rubies. One had been made by melting down 80000 gold ducats. The rooms were
decorated with many other rich splendours, such as jewelled armour and weapons
and miniature paintings. The ‘Topkapi Dagger’ was to play a major role in a
20th century film. The basements formed the Sultan’s depository for his
personal immense fortune, enormous by any standards. The rooms were full of
tributes and war booty, including the 5th largest diamond known to the world,
even today.

This was the new world to which the six beautiful fair-skinned, blonde-haired,
blue-eyed boys from north-western Europe, including the rightful King of
England and his brother, were now destined.

(To be continued in Chapter 4 – ‘Eunuchs’)

* * *


Desert Cutting, The

Summary: A boy is prepared.

` He was only fourteen when he was done. He was pretty, with close cropped
blond hair and a slim, smooth skinned body. The smooth flesh between his legs
provided him with his source of income. Those old ladies could not get enough
of his long penis and his two plump testicles. If they paid the money they
could have them. And pay they did. They sure did dirty things to him when they
had him stripped. But he had gotten used to it, and he was making money. Being
a male whore was not so bad. Until that night, the night his whole life
suddenly changed. There was nothing unusual about the stretch limo that had
pulled up that night, or nothing unusual about the two female inside. Often he
was used by two, or sometimes even three women together. The women in the back
had got out of the car and approached him. She was tall, with long black hair,
and pretty in a hard sort of way. She made no secret about what she wanted.
She agreed the price without hesitation, but wanted to see the goods first.
Again there was nothing strange about that request. Many of the clients
requested the same thing. She took him down a dimly lit alley, and leaned him
back against the wall. He was wearing a pair of shorts , high cut in order to
show off his bulge. She unzipped them , inserted her hand and drew out his
penis and nuts. She examined his penis, milking back the foreskin. She paid a
lot of attention to nuts, her fingers searching and feeling for the contents
of his soft sac.`

" You will do," she said, come on, get in the car".

The woman who was driving was rather plump with short blond hair. She never
said a word as the drove out of the city. They had driven into the desert for
about twenty miles when they stopped. This was nothing new, many of his female
clients took him to the desert to strip and use him. It was totally deserted
out here.

The dark haired women told him to get out. She took a blanket from the trunk
and laid it on the ground a short distance from the car. The driver stayed
sitting in the car, which surprised him.

" Ok, she said, " strip and lie on the blanket".

He did as she said, lying back and opening his legs. She stood over him,
gazing at his naked young body.

Kneeling beside him she took hold of his scrotum.

" You have big testicles for a boy so young" she said quietly.

Then she said very calmly, " I am going to rape you now".

And rape him she did. He had never experienced such a frantic violent assault
before. He had cried out with pain a couple of times when she really hurted
him between his legs. Then she had calmed down, put his penis into her mouth
and emptied his sac.

She led him back to the car, weak and trembling.

Still naked he gulped down the drink she gave him. She smiled as she watched
him drink. Then it started. He felt himself go dizzy and weak. Totally
confused, his head spinning, he felt his body go numb. Then , somehow, he was
sitting on her lap, his back to her. He could not struggle, could not move,
his whole body seemed numb. Her hands were grasping him behind his knees now,
pulling them up to his shoulders. He could hear her voice, as if in the
distance, making soothing noises.

" There now , be a good boy, it will soon be over, soon be over".

Then he realised the plump woman, the driver, was kneeling between his legs.
Her face seemed to swim into view, she seemed to be smiling. He could not
move, why could he not move?. Through the haze he could see her fingers
holding his scrotum, she was washing it with something. He could hear those
distant voices again.

" Always easier to do them after they come, they hang down better in the sac
after they come".

The woman holding him open had her mouth to his ear, now nibbling him.

" We are going to do you now little boy" she breathed into his ear, this is
where you get the knife".

She had barely finished when he felt the pain between his legs.

Outside, the desert was still and silent, moonlight glinting on the roof of
the parked car. Then a high pitched scream shattered the silence. Followed
shortly afterwards by another. The screams of a young boy in the process of
being castrated. Then silence except for the muffeled sobbing. The window of
the limo slid down silently, and two ovals of flesh, which had hung, up to a
few moments ago between a boys legs, were tossed out on to the sand.

To be continued.

* * *


Willem, Trista and the Birthday Gift - Pt. II

Summary: Trista receives the ultimate gift.

` They entered the room. It was brightly lit with torch lamps and overheads. A
mirror hung from the ceiling. Willem squeezed her hand, knowing she did this
so he could watch. The room was antiseptically washed and scrubbed. A rolling
tray would hold the doctor's instruments. Dr. Feltor viewed the room. "Well
done," he said. "This will work perfectly." "Now, you two, I am going to take
some time to prepare my tray, wash up and put on scrubs. If you would like
some time alone, please do so now." `

Trista led Willem to her bedroom down the hall and closed the door. "I want
you one more time, please before we do this," she said softly. "I feel the
same," and he raised the dress over her head. They moved to the bed and he
removed his pants and shirt. He stopped momentarily and looked at her. "This
is it, I guess, will you still love me?" She was touched and threw herself
onto him. "My love for you is never ending."

Her skin burned as it always did under his touch. She was wet and he was hard
and ready for her. She licked his balls and rolled them in her mouth, making
loving sounds, while she stroked him hard with her hand. He loved this
pleasurable feeling and how much attention she lavished on his balls. Yes, he
would give them to her, they belonged to her because she truly loved him and
them.

He brought her on top of him and bore into her eyes and smiled. She rode him
hard, his hands glued to her hip bones. She liked it best this way, so she
could watch him and his beautiful face. He moved to finger her clit which was
already fully engorged. She began to howl lowly in the passion. He was
watching her eyes rolling back, her mouth agape as he sensed her first orgasm
coming on. His own excitement was growing and he wanted to explode inside her.
It had been a long time since he came inside her. It wasn't a trust issue, but
nontheless, he didn't want to make a baby. But tonight, he would erupt inside
her. It might be the last time and he wanted to honor her with his cum
dripping from her.

There was thunder in his ears, he was so close. "Oh, baby, please let's cum
right now, together. Right now, pleeeeease," she pleaded. Four more thrusts
and they groaned together, connected and he felt himself spray his cum into
her farthest reaches. She was elated that he allowed her this. They held one
another till the spasms quieted. "I love you, Willem," she whispered. "Mmmm, I
know you do," was his reply. A knock on the door came. "I'm ready for you now,
Willem." They looked at each other -- "Okay, we'll be right there." she spoke
for both of them.

Lying on the bed, the doctor wiped the testicle, groin and anal area with
antiseptic and put a warmed blanket on Willem's chest. His penis taped up to
keep it out of the arena of workmanship. Cleaned and robed in hospital scrubs,
Trista watched through the lens of the video camera. She adjusted the tripod
so that she could have the academy award winning home video that they would
watch when they were 70 and make wild passionate love. She was a dreamer for
certain.

The doctor talked to Willem about the anesthesia he would be injecting and
eased the needles into the scrotum and groin area. His voice was soft and
conversational. A good 30 minutes went by until the actual surery began.
During that time, Trista left the room to retrieve a certain item.

"Willem, are you comfortable?" asked the doctor. "Yes," he replied. "We are
going to begin now, Willem, last chance to say "No." Willem shook his head -
"Please continue."

Dr. Feltor made his first incision around the perimeter of the left testicle.
He gently talked to Willem, explaining everything he was doing. It was a slow,
precise, professional handling of this alteration of Trista's lover and of
course she preferred this to the "butchering" of another famous cutter. The
"after" pictures, she was sure would show his testicle area to be as smooth as
a baby's bottom. She would nurse him through his recovery and be there if he
began to become depressed.

More cutting. She watched mesmerized as Willem in his own dreamy state, viewed
it all in the mirror above him. She was getting wet and hot again looking at
the incision and the gentleness with which Dr. Feltor touched and cut him.

"Willem, I am going to start removing the left testicle." The sac was cut away
and there was blood. His hand was in to remove the first ball, precisely
sawing at the heavy flesh. He held it up like a newborn baby. "Here is #1 of
2," announced the doctor. He placed it on a tray and brought it to Willem to
give him a close-up view. "Quite a specimen, isn't it doc?" "Yes, yes, very
healthy, Willem," the doctor agreed. "Shall we go for #2?" "Yes," they both
spoke at once.

"I'm now cutting into the other sac," as Feltor expertly worked the scalpel
and blotted the blood and ooze coming from the incision. Trista stepped away
from the camera to move closer to Willem. He was actually getting an erection
and she longed to take him in her mouth as the doctor cut. With her gloved
hand, she touched the hardness of his cock. She would have to fantasize that
she was sucking him. Again, behind the camera, she was lusting for him,
watching the splendor of the surgery. She panned for a close-up as Dr. Feltor
removed his #2, placing it gently on the tray. Once again, he presented it to
Willem. He reached out to touch his manhood, his sexuality laid bare before
him.

"Nice work, doctor," he mused. The doctor returned to the surgical arena.
"Willem, I am now going to remove the sace and then stitch you up." "This will
take at least another 45 minutes. Are you still comfortable?" Willem replied,
"Yes, I'm okay."

Willem watched from the mirror above, and she through the lens, trying to
capture each cut and Willem's expressions. The flesh was cut away and disposed
of into a kidney-shaped pan. Willem's balls were on a tray, waiting for
someone to claim them. More quiet talk and explanations and now finally to the
stitching. "I'm going to close you up tightly, Willem." "We are going to
create a smooth look under here." "Fine, thank you," Willem replied. More
stitching, cleaning the area and removing the useless flesh.

The doctor turned to Trista. "We are almost done here. "I'm going to dispose
of the waste at the hospital." "I have written instructions for Willem's
after-care." "Please call me immediately if he presents any symptoms of
infection." And to Willem - "I'll want to examine you in one week and we can
again discuss hormone therapy."

"Ill leave you two alone now and show myself out." "Thank you Doctor," said
Willem sincerely. Trista relayed her thanks and opened the guest room door for
him. She went to Willem and kissed him deeply. "I got it all on tape, how do
you feel,hon?" "Actually, pretty good," he said. "What do you think?" he
questioned. "It think you are going to look gorgeous down there once the
swelling has gone down and the stitches melt."

She walked to redirect the camera so it was set on them. "It's time, Willem."
From her smock she removed the heart-shaped crystal jar. He knew what she
wanted. She reached for the tray holding his balls and brought it to him. He
touched them as you would fine diamonds, inspecting them. "They're beautiful,
aren't they?" he asked. "Yes, my love, they are exquisite," she whispered to
him. "May I please kiss them?" He held the tray toward her. Trista picked up
each one of them and tenderly kissed it and lickedit. He was so turned on to
see her caress them with her lips. She handed the tray back to him and
produced the jar. He placed each one gently into the crytal jar and closed the
lid. Trista was tearing up. With one hand on the jar and one on her face, he
presented them to her. "Happy Birthday, Trista!" The tears were blurring her
vision. "Thank you, Willem, it is the most treasured gift I've ever received."
She held the jar close to her heart and he wiped away the tears streaming down
from her face. "I love you, Willem,"she sobbed. "I know you do and I love you
too, Trista." She sought a warm blanket and covered him over. She climbed
besie him, her treasure in hand, and together they slept forever bonded by the
gift.

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The girl down by the barn

Summary: A well endowed black man attempts to trick a dumb farm girl, unfortunately she ends up being much more dumb then he expects...

Every day James would walk home from a hard days work passing an old red barn.
One day he heard moans coming from the barn and he walked over to investigate.

He crept up to a window on the barn and to his amazement saw a young farm girl
straddling a large cucumber sticking through a knot hole in the barn. This
went on every day for a month.

One day james had a brilliant idea. He skipped work that day and headed
towards the barn instead. He placed his massive 10 inch cock through the hole,
not realizing he had become stuck.

Shortly after the young farm girl showed up and immediately saw the massive
black cock sticking through the wall. She walked over curiously, touched the
tip a couple times and exclaimed, "It looks like it got rotten again" And
without hesitation picked up some pruning shears and snipped poor James dick
right off.

* * *


New Beginnings...

Summary: In the future criminals are dealt with in a humane manner....

` Carl had become quite fond of Dr. Miller. In the six months since his
conviction of rape and assault she had patiently explained the purpose of his
treatment and the results that were expected. Carl enjoyed thir daily
counseling sessions and also enjoyed fantasizng about her lovely body as he
masturbated in his cell.He often imagined his large penis erect and hard
between Dr. Miller's ample cleavage... `

Dr. Miller smiled at Carl. "Today, she softly said to him, your treatment will
be completed. And ,Carl. you will be free to return to the community. Without
your testicles you will be able to focus on serving the community instead of
your sexual and somewhat violent needs" Carl heard the words but did not quite
process their meaning...Dr. Miller had arranged for a mild sedative to be
added to his juice that morning and its calming effects were already working.

As if in a dream Carl felt himself being helped into a large chair-his legs
placed into stirrups and a mask of nitrous oxide placed over his mouth. He saw
Dr. Miller smile at him and then say to the small group of young interns " I
am going to remove the patient's scrotum and testicles. Carl is a bright young
man and without any sexual desires or abilities will be a fine citizen. Please
pay close attention. She lifted Carl's penis away from his scrotum and
began...He recalled her cupping his scrotum firmly in her hands and then
drifted off..

Carl awoke 2 hours later and saw Dr. Miller sitting quietly at his bedside.
She smiled at him and told him everything went quite well. She scheduled him
for a one week and then a 6 month follow-up examination.

Six months later Carl's vist with Dr. Miller officially ended his
rehabilitation. He was an exemplary worker at the plastics factory-no sick
days and much respected by his peers. His large penis no longer became erect,
and he never realized he did not even notice Dr.Miller's large pink nipples
showing through her sheer white blouse. Dr. Miller noted the castration had
been a very complete success.

That evening Dr. Miller closed Carl's case officially and , as was her custom.
carefully placed the jar containing his large scrotum and testicles into her
antique wood dresser..She placed a small white label with his name and the
number "eunuch # 43, 2001 on the jar.

Next morning she smiled at Robert as she met him for the first
time...."Robert, she warmly said, I am Dr. Miller and today we begin your
rehabilitation." Robert stared at her heavy full breasts, never dreaming in
six short months he would never even notice them........

* * *


Diary Of A Penectomy (Exerpt)

` Diary of a Penectomy (excerpt) `

May 1, 2000

The decision is made. This piece of flesh hanging between my legs must go. I
don’t know how to do it yet. It will be removed.

May 3, 2000

I bought a copy of Gray’s Anatomy. It is an interesting read. This strengthens
my resolve. I will have this done. I will do it myself. I found a surgical
supply this morning while driving to work. I think I’ll stop there tomorrow
and get some supplies.

May 4, 2000

I found the eunuch archive on the net today. All the stories there excite me
and give me ideas. I look down at my erection and curse it. This afternoon I
bought a catheter and a scalpel. Now all I need is an elastrator. I think
there is a veterinary supply outside of town. I’ll check there.

May 7, 2000

I practiced inserting the catheter last night. It hurt like hell. It was worth
it. Each shard of pain I felt made me want to go on. I see this as a first
step.

May 20, 2000

I bought an elastrator today. I tried it out. The pain was manageable, but now
I know why I need a catheter. I had the ring on for two hours and I had to
take it off to pee. I was disappointed when I cut off the ring. My cock has
been numb ever since. I close my eyes and imagine it gone. The thought
disappoints as I look down to see my ugly erection.

June 1, 2000

8:00 am

I started my vacation from work today. Today is the day. Fear of the
elastrator ring slipping and bleeding to death scares me. I’ve decided to use
two rings and only cut off a piece at a time. I can’t wait.

11:00 am

The catheter is in and a slow stream of urine fills the bag I taped to my leg.
I put the first ring on at the base of my cock and the second half way. It
hurts a little. The pain is exhilarating. I wait patiently for my cock to die.

2:00 pm

I feel nothing in my cock. I think its dead. I feel an erection behind the
ring at the base of my cock. I’m glad I have it on. I think the pressure would
make it slip off.

2:15 pm

I took my scalpel and cut through my flesh above the second ring. I slipped
the dead meat down the catheter tube. I cut off about half of my cock. I’m so
excited. I feel a little lightheaded. I better eat something.

2:25 pm

I removed the half of my cock from the catheter. I’m cooking a can of chili on
the stove. I look at the piece of cock resting in my hand. I tossed it into
the pot.

8:00 pm

My cock chili was delicious. I’ve decided to remove the rest tonight for
dinner.

9:00 pm

I had a great spaghetti and cock dinner. The band at the top of my balls has
stayed. There is no blood seeping. That is a relief. I stood in front of my
full-length mirror and looked at my cockless body. I felt an erection behind
the ring but it held fast and in place.

May 21, 2000

I removed the catheter bag from my leg and cut the tubing six inches from the
ring and put on a small plastic valve. I haven’t slept since I started. I’m
afraid the ring will come off while I slept and I would bleed to death. I’m so
sleepy.

May 27, 2000

I returned to work today. The ring has stayed put. Crusty flesh circles the
ring. I think that’s normal. I’ve had several erections throughout the day
when working with my female coworkers. I like the fact that there is nothing I
could do to settle the feeling.

June 15, 2000

I woke up this morning and found the ring had come off in the night. I removed
the catheter tube and sat down to pee. It burned as I went and I tried to
control the flow. I think with a little practice, I’ll manage. It is time to
put on the new panties I bought the other day

* * *


The artist

Summary: An artist makes the ultimate sacrifice for her art.

My masterpiece was nearing completion. I had completed some smaller, similar
pieces and these were now in private collections. This was to be my entry for
the Turner prize. Something that would definitely shock, but that was also
beautiful.
All I needed to complete it were one, perhaps two, more contributions.
Here in San Francisco I hoped to make my final collections. The Embassy Club
is well known for its lesbian clients. I wore my shortest skirt and tightest
top. It was mid-week and fairly quiet, not too many people about to recognise
me later, should anyone want to. I found a dark corner to sip my drink and
observe the other clients. I wanted someone on their own, not too old.
Eventually I spotted a dark haired women, mid-twenties, good figure, perhaps a
little too well built. She was looking at me. Our eyes met. She was
interested. So was I, but not for the same reasons as her. She walked over to
me and sat down. Good. We talked. I was a stranger, on my first visit, and
lonely. She was single at the moment. We understood each other. She invited me
back to her apartment. This was better than my hotel room for what I had in
mind.
Her apartment was well laid out, but with the signs that someone else had left
recently, taking their things. There were gaps in cupboards and shelves. We
got down to business quickly. I was eager to examine her pussy lips, but not
for what she wanted. Wow, they were huge. Like some strange painting of an
orchid by Georgia O'Keeffe. Great mounds of wrinkled flesh, a huge cream cake
of a hood. I gently got my tongue underneath to explore. Yes, just what I
wanted. A clitoris like a mini penis. It would be one of the centre pieces of
my art work. I wondered if the current owner would ever visit a gallery and
look at her organs and recognise them.
I went to make a coffee. Strong and black. She sipped it, slowly, resting on
the bed. Did she taste anything different? No, it was just hot. I waited while
she closed her eyes and fell asleep. I found some plastic to cover the bedding
and some old sheets. Opening my bag I took out the implements that I had used
many times before. A clamp, sharp blades, needles. I looked greedily at her
organs and quickly clamped them. While I waited I washed up; no point leaving
evidence. On my return she was ready. A single, slow cut from top to bottom
and her hood, clitoris and labia were mine. I dropped them in the preserving
solution, then stitched her up. With my trophy in my bag I left by the back
door and walked back to my hotel.
I replaced the solution with fresh and worked quickly so as to preserve the
colour. These were in mint condition, still slightly pink. Over the next few
days I replace the fluid with resin, being careful to keep the shape and
texture.
My masterpiece was now almost complete. I looked at the materials. Some of the
contributions were larger than others. The majority were small and black.
These were collected from circumcisers in various southern African countries.
They were black because they had not been well preserved, but they provided
quantity. They were small, like black, shrivelled peas. Some I had painted in
bright colours, reds and pinks mostly. Their former owners, young prepubescent
girls, wouldn't miss them. Some I collected myself. These were in better
condition and larger; I didn't do girls. My final contribution was in the
centre. There was however one gap at the tip. I had decided to make it my
contribution as an artist to her art.
It had been difficult finding someone in the West to perform the surgery.
Luckily I had met a French doctor who was willing to perform the sacrifice for
me. It was not easy for me. Not the physical loss, so much as the fact that my
most private place would be seen by thousands of people. It frightened me and
yet attracted me. The surgery was soon arranged. A small private hospital. A
local aesthetic, I hated the thought of being unconscious. It was very
surgical and clean; not much pain, more discomfort. He was very professional
as if he did this every day. Perhaps he did.
A last it was complete. Hundreds and thousands of dots and lines, black,
brown, pink and red. A huge painting of a penis made from women. I called it
"Envy". I hope that you like it.

* * *


Thecia's

Summary: Thecia is asked for help by an S & M group. Story is fiction and not for minors...  gold miners are ok as long as they are of age.

Thecia’s Olympics

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old "Cutter." All right! I had a
birthday….but I’m stickin’ with 31 from now on.

I arrived home from an assignment in the North Sea. I’m an engineer in my
"day" job. While I sat with my coffee, I thumbed through my mail, Among my
bills and "junk" mail there was an invitation from the "Western Ladies, Assn."
I was invited to the Western Ladies Olympics in, where else, San Francisco.
This group, despite it’s name is an S & M club. It’s controlled by women and
has thousands of members. Almost every woman has at least one slave. Some of
the slaves are eunuchs and there are many that still retain their balls.

The note with the invitation asked if I would be a judge and do some cutting.
I know many of the women and I knew that they would pay well for my services.
I’m not really into S & M, but I am into deballing.

My sidekick Jill came along for the ride, we arrived at SFO Airport on the
morning of the Saturday that was the day of the contest. We rented a car and
drove the 50 minutes to the estate where the event was to be held. It was a
beautiful mansion on a horse farm. We stayed in one of the huge guestrooms.

At 4 PM we took a golf cart to the huge barn that had been cleared for the
event. The festive party was already in full swing. There were several hundred
people. Some women in leather and some men in ball leashes and/or chastity
belts. Jill was asked to be a judge along with another woman and me.

The first event was simple, just a biggest nutsack contest. Fifteen men were
entered. Each man had a cotton belt tied around his balls. Each mistress would
pull on the belt and the distance from the base of his cock to the bottom of
his balls was measured. The winner was pulled down a full eight inches plus,
the losing position was a tie. Two slaves both reached six and a quarter
inches. One mistress actually put her foot against her slave’s upper groin for
leverage. That did the trick and the other slave was declared the loser. Just
as we judges were making up our minds the man with the foot on his groin had
his right ball rupture. He fell to the floor in screaming pain. With that we
declared them both losers. I kneeled by him and with his mistress still
pulling on the belt, I sliced his whole nutsack, balls and all from his body.
It wasn’t my normal method of castration but it worked. The second man stared
in fear. His balls were still pulled to the limit as my razor sliced them.
Each mistress was presented with a jar containing her slave’s balls. The
scrotums would be auctioned off at the end of the evening.

Jill and I sewed up the two men as they prepared for the next event.

This was to be a simple Sumo wrestle, with a twist. A one-quarter inch nylon
rope was tied around the contestant’s balls and then attached to his
opponent’s nuts. The goal was to drag loser backward out of the circle. The
men strained mightily, each screaming as they pulled, each mistress whipping
her slave. The smaller man was almost out of the ring, I had my razor at the
ready. He backed up a little, causing slack in the rope and jerked forward
with all he had. The bigger man screamed and seemed to give up. He was quickly
pulled out of the ring. While he was still being pulled, I sliced his
straining nuts right off of him. The strain was so great that his balls flew
and slapped into the winners nuts. The winner got to keep his balls. Both men
lie prone on the floor, spent and unable to get up. There were 19 more "Ring
Pull" contests, adding 38 testicles to the jars.

A weight lift was next, a bucket was attached to a ball cuff and water was
added, one cup at a time. When the slave could no longer hold the weight and
he dropped to the floor, his bucket was weighed and listed on the scoreboard.
There were 30 contestants, the last five would lose they’re nuts. A full
bucket was just over 50 pounds. I have seen a man lift 52 pounds just for fun,
so I know it can be done. One slave had enormous balls and had about 30 pounds
in his bucket. His mistress added another cup and another, he screamed,
"that’s all I can take!" His mistress was so pissed that she lifted her foot
and brought all of her weight down on his bucket. He fell to the ground and
just lie there. Later we found that she had ripped his nuts off by the roots.
His scrotum was still intact but his nuts were now loose from their
attachments. His ballsack filled with blood and I was forced to slice it to
drain the blood. I would have a lot of work repairing the damage. Including
him, five more slaves were nutted in that contest.

They had a fun tractor pull. Each contestant would pull a small farm tractor
20 feet with a rope attached to his cock. Any slave not able to do it would
lose his balls. We only reaped two sets in the contest, as most were able to
do it.

There were many other events. A biggest load contest, biggest cock contest,
most cum in an hour and of course a best oral contest.

The oral contest was fun. As judges we each would have ten slaves go down on
us. The three winners would have an "eat" off, tasting Jill, the other female
judge and myself. By the time the tenth guy had finished I had lost count of
my orgasms and my poor little pussy was raw. The second slave was by far the
best of my ten. Jill picked a young blond slave and the other judge picked a
dark man with small beard. When the second round was done, I had cum three
more times and we all picked the blonde slave. The woman’s council, who made
up the rules, told us that this contest was a little different. A man who was
that good with his tongue, didn’t need balls. I was to take them off. Each man
was bent over a table and his balls exposed to me. I sliced almost all the way
around each scrotum, tied off the ducts and cords and snipped. The first man
was done as I finished the sack cut and his balls, sack and all fell into the
waiting bowl. Splat.. The second man, Jill’s blond, had a beautiful set. Jill
had drained each man, so his large cock hung limp with a pearl drop of cum on
the tip. It would be his last drop. His big balls followed the last set and
made a satisfying plop as it hit the bowl. By the time the last set fell, the
place had fallen into an orgy mode. Women were fingering themselves, many were
riding slaves and a few were being orally satisfied. I saw the slave who won
the biggest cock contest splitting an 85-pound mistress. Her little cunt was
expanded beyond belief.

In this one night I had cut more balls than in my entire time as a cutter.
About eighty sets or one hundred and sixty balls.

Jill and I stayed the night, we helped take care of the wounds on the nutted
slaves. On Sunday, late morning, we drove back to San Francisco. We found
Fisherman’s Wharf, and went to the Bubba-Bump Shrimp Company Restaurant. Jill
had sward fish steak and I had a pile of Cajun shrimp.

I UPS’d a large plastic jar of preserved and tagged scrotums back home. Each
would be tanned and shipped to the woman who bought them at the auction. I was
paid well and I was given a nice big set of severed balls for my collection.

Respectfully submitted

Thecia

* * *


On The Brink (straight)

On The Brink

I could not believe my luck. What a pickup! She was gorgeous, with long silky
blonde hair, big tits on a tight body, long long legs, and the face of a
goddess. She was perfect in every way. It was odd that she had no husband or
boyfriend and was reduced to being picked up in a bar. But who would argue?
And she was not acting. She was hot for actions. She needed a cock badly. Was
it possible that such a gorgeous chick suffered from cock starvation?

We went back to her apartment. She was so hot that we did not make it to the
bedroom. We did it on the living floor. She was so sensitive. Orgasm after
orgasm raked her lovely body. The poor thing must not have a cock for years.
Hey, I was the guy. I would do it forever. I really held back. I wanted it to
last forever. I wanted to make her come and come and come and come and come
and come and come. My cock could not hold it in any more. With this babe, any
man could do it ten times. She could get a mummy excited. I was fighting the
losing battle. I was coming. I tried to hold it in, make it last a little bit
longer. But I was losing. A few more seconds, I would come.

Pain exploded in my balls, my body. The whole world turned red. I froze. My
hands instinctively went to my balls. I rolled into a ball, off her lovely
body. Then I saw her, standing there, as beautiful as my lover, elegantly
dressed in a silk blouse and tight pants, and expensive boots. She kicked my
balls a few seconds before I came. Why couldnt she come home a few seconds
later? At least I could come once. Thats why such a goddess had no husband or
boyfriend.

They were having a fight. I could not follow it. The whole world was pulsing.
My pain was pulsing. Colors change. I didnt care. I wanted to come, in my
goddess of love, and then get out of there. She kneeled down next to me and
took my hands off my balls. Through the pain, I could see her cleavage, her
sexy, tiny, lace bra. My instincts were fighting each other. I wanted to hold
my balls. I wanted to grab her tits. Then my hands left my balls. Another huge
explosion of pain and I passed out.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in their big, four poster bed.
My ankles and wrists were securely tied to the bed posts. My huge cock was
still rock hard. The pain was still pumping out of my balls. Then I saw them,
in tiny panties and lace bras only. It was amazing how much alike their bodies
were. It was difficult to tell one from the other. Then the one who kicked me
held my balls. It was wonderful. Her hands were so soft. I would not mind at
all if she wanted to kick my balls and nurse them.

Then I heard her for the first time. That slow, sexy, purring voice could make
any cock hard. "You were very bad. You should never fuck someone elses woman.
And now, you will get your punishment." Honey, I think you punished me more
than enough. A hard kick on the balls, stopping my come three seconds before
it shot out. Then another blow so hard that I passed out. But she didnt think
so. Her lovely hand that held my balls pulled the sac tight. Then another
explosion of pain, worse than the kick. Then I knew. She held up my balls. She
just cut them off! Then her sexy hand held my huge cock. I could feel the
pleasure through the blinding pain. Now I could see the knife. She very slowly
cut at the base of my cock. In a couple of seconds, it was done. My cock was
in her hands. Just before I passed out, I saw them kissed and made up.


MUSCLE BALLS 4

Summary: High school kid get his balls busted.

` Joe could not keep his eyes off the blond kid at the gas station. He was
gorgeous. Blond, blue eyes, probably 18, a senior at the high school working
at the station part time. He was not a bodybuilder, but he was active in
sports and was athletic. He usually wore jeans and a tanktop. His jeans showed
off his athlete's thighs and crotch bulge very nicely. Rounded bubble ass
also.. `

The tanktops also did the kid justice. His arms were nicely muscled for a high
school kid, probably 15 inch biceps that were nicely defined, with shoulders
to patch. His waist was thin, probably 27 or so, with abs that rippled and
flexed their washboard qualities nicely. His chest did not have the muscular,
scuplted pecs of a man yet. The smooth chest was nicely formed and showed
signs of pecs that were beginning to form and have good definition if the kid
kept in shape and continued to work his body.

His face was incredible. Smooth, dimpled, with soft pouty lips and that
dreamy, doe-eyed youthful look of innocence.

Joe just couldn't wait to get hold of the kid. It was kids like this that had
always made him angry. How dare they look that good and be above everyone
else? Studs like that deserved to be taken in hand and taught that they were
regular people too and that their looks had consequences. Joe was determined
to introduce this kid to the consequences.

He continued staring at the boy. His arm muscles flexed and balled as he
worked. The kid had to know how this affected other people. He had to know
that or he wouldn't be wearing tanktops all the time. He did it because he
liked to show off his developing teenage muscles for the world to see. He was
proud of them, how they flexed and striated and said look at me.

That was why Joe stun-gunned the kid when he was alone at the station Sunday
night. It was after closing time and the kid was preparing to leave. He never
saw it coming.

In short order Joe had the kid stripped and bound. He strapped the kid's
wrists outward spreadeagle fashion while he lay on the floor. Then he attached
restraints to his ankles and hoisted the boy's legs off the floor and into the
air, attaching the ropes to an overhead beam, so the kid's legs were raised
and spread. His upper back and head were all that remained on the floor. His
lower back and ass were raised off the floor, and his teenage crotch was
exposed and vulnerable.

The boy was cut, had a medium cock, and medium balls. Blond pubic hair was
limited to a small patch above his penis.

He awaked the boy, who tried to move his limbs to no avail. He looked at Joe,
and Joe looked into his eyes. "Hello pretty boy. You look like you are ready
for some fun. You are going to get plowed and racked and nutted, sweet
cheeks."

"Oh my god, no. Please don't mister. Please. I want to have a future."

"Too bad, muscle boy. Your days as a wannabe man are over." The boy began to
cry and sob, his tears rolling down his handsome cheeks as his torso heaved
with his sobs. Joe ignored it.

Joe was hard as a rock by now, and rammed his cock into the boy's virgin ass
with one violent thrust, making the youth scream and writhe in agony. He cried
and yelled and begged to no avail.

Joe rammed the boy again and again, in and out, in and out. He bent and kissed
the boy hard on the lips, on his cheeks, on his neck and throat, on the lips
again. God he was cute. Too bad for him. His hands reached beneath him and
cupped the kid's smooth young testicles. As he fucked and kissed the boy, his
fingers and thumbs pressed with terrific pressure into the boy's sensitive
ball meat, compressing the tissues, trying to gain entry into the eggs
themselves.

They were tough. It took a while. But eventually, first one ball and then the
other, Joe was able to penetrate the outer wall of the young testicles and
force his fingertips into the meaty flesh inside, ripping apart the youthful
seed pods, rending the flesh and vessels, forever destroying the young manhood
they represented. He crushed and tore and devastated the muscleboy's nuts
until he exploded into the boy's ass with a fire and drive he had not known
for many months.

As Joe's spent his seed into the young man, his lips locked onto the youth's,
and he released the ruptured testicles from his grasp. He surveyed the scene
----a young high school musclestud just deflowered and demanned at his hands.
Incredible. One less muscle stud to have to worry about later. God he loved
taking balls like that.

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Virile Fuel

Summary: the beginnings of an addiction

` Virile Fuel `

by allen baker

It slid in so smoothly, so easily, that at first it was difficult to judge any
feeling at all. He was fascinated. Fascinated by the sight first, then the
accompanying feelings and emotions.

It had been such a long time coming that it was almost anticlimactic. Almost.
But it was definitely accompanied by climaxes on both their parts. Strong, gut
wrenching, over-the-top climaxes that set them both quivering and panting for
air. Gasping and hoping for an extension of the feelings, a prolonging of the
spasms that thrilled every fiber of their beings.

The collector knew this was the culmination of his passion. The culmination of
his plotting. The fruition of his careful planning. This was the result of
months of careful cultivation of an Internet friendship that had finally
brought about a face-to-face meeting. Well, almost face-to-face. More like
face-to-mask. The slave's face to his own mask. He remained anonymous and
untraceable. He would walk away with his prize and would never be found. He
met and mastered his self-appointed challenge. The task was complete.

And yet, he instinctively knew that was not the case. This experience was far
too intoxicating. He sensed that it would not be long before he was again
prowling the chat rooms to find another victim for his new addiction. Yes,
addiction. Only one experience and the cloying emotions of the event had
already seeped into his fiber. Just one time, and he knew he was addicted for
life. Already he could tell that it would draw him deeper into the realm of
ever more murky compulsions toward even more severe acts of gratification. He
was startled by the revelation that instead of dominating others, he was
enslaving himself to this craving.

All this he realized in the span of time it took to expel his ejaculate all
over his victim's crotch without ever having touched himself. His hands were
already occupied. His white cream splattered and mingled with his victim's.
Their mingled seed slid down the creases between the young man's legs to
mingle with the bright red-flowing liquid pouring from the gaping gouges on
either side of an empty scrotum.

The knife slide in so smoothly, so easily, that at first it was difficult to
judge any feeling from his victim at all. He was fascinated by the flow of the
blood across the gleam of the knife and onto his hands. Fascinated by the
sight first, then the accompanying feelings and emotions that suddenly hit his
victim. The young man bellowed in pain and shock. Begged for his maleness to
be left in tact. Begged in vain. For now that he had tasted the thrill of
total, intoxicating power, he was not about to back away from it. He knew that
he would depart with his two prizes and leave his prey with a life-long
remembrance of him and this day. What a heady stimulant. He knew that he had
at last found the fuel to feed his virility, to fan the flames of his loins
till the end of his days. He had become a collector.

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