My Friend Rob Gets Cut, Part Three

Summary: The final part of my first story for the eunuch archive. More gentle than most of the stories here.

` Copyright D.Reynolds `

Contact me at djrwriter@hotmail.com (this address good as of 3-21-03)

Liz wrapped one hand around Rob's doomed balls and squeezed. "Relax as much as
you can," she said to him. "We have to wait fifteen to thirty minutes before
we can cut you."

Jessica held Rob's left hand while I held his right. "Your little guys are
being murdered right now, Dear," she said with a cruel grin.

"Is that right?" I asked, looking at Liz.

"Yes," Liz replied. "The moment I clamped him I crushed his cords. There is no
fresh blood supply to his testicles so, in reality, they're being killed as we
speak. If the clamp is not removed soon, they will be permanently damaged."

Despite my concern and sympathy for my friend, I could feel myself becoming
aroused. My body temperature rose, especially in my crotch. I kissed Rob
tenderly on the forehead and cheek and told him how proud I was of his
courage.

We all had drinks and made idle chitchat while waiting for Rob's testes to get
ready. I don't remember what we talked about. I was too aware of the
sensations in my own body. I felt very warm and I was very aware of my cunt.

Soon enough we were back at the kitchen counter. I got on top of the counter
with Rob and cradled his head in my lap, while Jessica and Liz got between his
legs. Jessica held the metal bowl while Liz brandished the knife. It was
somewhat like a fillet knife, having a narrow and very sharp blade.

Liz held up the weapon so Rob could see. "I am going to cut off your balls
now," she announced. "I think both you and Danni should see this." I raised
his back so he could observe the violence Liz was about to do to him. His head
rested against my shoulder.

I watched in awe as it happened. Liz brought the blade down next to his bag
and, in one fluid motion, sliced through the pinched skin, severing scrotum
and nads. Rob gasped and his eyes rolled back in agony. He passed out. Liz
dropped the scrotum into the metal bowl, emptying its gory contents while I
stared with fascination. I had no idea how much blood there was in a guy's
sack. Jessica found some pillows while Liz went to the sink with the knife and
the bowl.

I helped Jessica place the pillows underneath her husband's head and back,
then got off the counter and we joined Liz at the sink. Liz had already washed
the knife. Together, she and Jessica rinsed the blood out of the metal bowl
and cleaned off the balls and the scrotum. Without its former residents, the
sack looked wrinkled and pathetic. To my surprise, the testes were a bluish
purple color; I had expected them to be red.

I excused myself, trusting Liz and Jessica to look after Rob. After all that I
had seen, I needed some time alone. The drive home was like an annoying erotic
daydream--I felt a dull ache in my sopping pussy the whole way and there was
nothing I could do about it but grit my teeth. Once home, I lost no time in
tearing off my clothes and climbing into bed with my favorite dildo. I
furiously fucked myself to a screaming orgasm over and over, replaying the
moment of Rob's nutting in my mind. After a half dozen climaxes (I lost count,
actually), I collapsed in exhaustion.

For the next couple of days I felt sick with guilt. My best friend had lost
his virility and I had got off to it. I talked to a psychiatrist friend of
mine about it and she brought me back to reality. She helped me see that it
was the sexuality of the castration and not Rob's suffering that I had found
so exciting. My behavior had been perfectly normal. There was no reason for me
to be ashamed.

I still see Rob on a regular basis and we still fuck when he is able to get it
up. Mostly he goes down on me. Orally pleasuring a woman is more fulfilling
for him now than ever because he no longer needs to cum. Occasionally I miss
the flavor and aroma of his semen, but I relish the new intimacy we enjoy.
We're almost like brother and sister now. Rob doesn't have any regrets; He no
longer feels bad when another man fucks his wife and he enjoys our new
relationship. And Jessica? She keeps his balls pickled in a jar in her closet,
and his scrotum has become a handsome purse.

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Boys' Day at John F. Kennedy Middle School, A report by Nancy Carrigan and Susana Washington

Summary: Two girls write a report.

` Boys' Day `

Nancy Carrigan

Susana Washington

Grade 6

Ms. Van Patten

March 21, 2047

Boys' day is a very important day in the school year. Boys' day happens every
March, just before Spring Break. We celibrate boys during Boy's Day. Not all
boys are treated the same during Boys Day. Principal Andrews decides who will
stay boys and who will change to men. She uses several different things to
decide. She uses the national standards test. She uses the recommendation of
our teachers. She uses a doctor's report. Then she makes a list.

Me and Susana Washington were allowed to observe during boys' ceremony. We had
to be quiet and serious. During gym class the boys take a shower first,
instead of last. Then they line up in the gym. They are not allowed to wear
clothes, even underwear. Principal Andrews then reads the first names on her
list. Those boys are excused. Boys that are excused are very smart or very
good athletes (Go Panthers!) or both. Those boys go to the library. The other
boys get help to stay boys. Staying a boy is good. We know that before boys'
days started, there was lots of war and crimes in the world. Now it is better.
Those boys stay in the gym. Ms. Andrews calls their names one by one and they
come up to a table. They bend over the table and Nurse D'matio feels between
their legs. Boys have a scrotum. Nurse D'matio feels their scrotum to find
their cords inside. Nurse D'matio puts a small tool like a sissors against the
cords. She steps on a button on the floor and electricity burns the cords. The
cords would bring bad chemicals to the boys' bodies that should be stopped.
When Nurse D'matio pushes the button the boys jump and gasp. Some of the boys
cry and then Ms. Andrews teases them. The other boys tease them too. Because
Billy Laurens has a long scrotum and his cords were easy to find, Nurse
D'amatio let us do Billy. We both felt Billy's cords. We pushed them to the
back of his scrotum. I held them there and Susana put the zapper on them. The
zapper clamps them from both sides. When the cords were clamped I stepped on
the button. Billy jumped, and the sack rolled around and got smaller. Nurse
D'matio says that is the balls trying to get away, but they can't. We thanked
Nurse D'amatio and Billy for letting us try the zapper. When we took the
zapper away, Nurse D'amatio showed us two white spots. That is where the
electricity went through Billy's scrotum. She said Susana and I did a good
job.

After the boys' ceremony the boys put their gym clothes on. They get small ice
bags to put between their legs. They sit in the gym bleachers and Principal
Andrews told them how proud she was of them. Then they eat cake and ice cream.
Susana and I then returned to girl's gym. Later there is an assembly and
Principal Andrews and some High School students gave a presentation on how
important boys are.

In June Nurse D'amatio will come back to boy's gym and check that all the
boys' cords are burned. She said we should come back and check if Billy's
balls are still there. She showed us how Billy's balls were firm and seperate
just after we burned his cords. In June they should be mushy and mixed
together. That is the way boys' balls should be, but they need help.

Thank you Principal Andrews and Nurse D'amatio for letting us see the boys'
ceremony for our report on holidays in our country.

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Gladiators Pt. III

Summary: The galdiator game reach their conclusion. How will Claudius fare? Will HIS balls pay the price of his opponant\'s victory?

` GLADIATORS: Part III `

CLAUDIUS HAD BEEN outstandingly lucky so far in his series of Gladiator
contests. He had already dispatched two worthy opponents and had taken their
manhood in bloody emasculation. Now, as he stood before the Emperor, he
wondered what challenge now lay ahead. “Well done, loyal slave,” the Emperor
smiled. “Your next challenge will be trial by lance.” Claudius looked to the
far side of the arena where his next opponent was already entering through the
heavy wooden door: a lithe, strapping young hunk, named Marcello, completely
naked and defended only be a leather shield in his left hand and a sharp iron-
tipped wooden lance in his right. A noble threw down a lance in front of
Claudius. He picked it up and stood spread-legged in the middle of the arena
waiting his adversary.

Marcello came running toward him at full gait, the lance held high and his
shield protectively covering his naked belly and genitals. In a moment they
were at it, each seeking the slightest chink in the other’s defense. Lance
rapped against lance as each sought an opening exposing a vital part of the
other’s body. Claudius jabbed a hard thrust at Marcello’s gut, but he handily
warded it off to one side and it merely glanced past his protective shield.
Now it was his turn, and he thrust it as hard as he could directly at
Claudius’ massive heaving breast, trying to pierce his pounding heart. But
Claudius, too, managed to side step the lethal weapon and now they faced one
another off once again. A quick thrust by Marcello nearly brought disaster to
Claudius! He gasped as he felt a sharp burning pain in his left muscular thigh
as the sharp lance tip pierced and tore a ragged gash in the bronzed
glistening flesh.

But it cost Marcello, too. His aggressive thrust put him momentarily in a
vulnerable position which Claudius was quick to take advantage of. A glancing
swipe tore open Marcello’s left leg from the groin to thigh. Marcello cursed,
but was thankful that it had spared his bulging young nuts by inches. Now they
fell upon each other with wild fury. Another glancing thrust produced a
superficial gash along Marcello’s trim, heaving belly just below the navel.
However, he returned the parry with a vicious jab that very nearly emasculated
Claudius! As it was, it tore open the bottom of his left sac, exposing the tip
of his raw testicle. He looked down at the blood running down from his groin
in horror as he saw the damage done to his most precious possession. In some
crazy way it stirred up his whole sexuality and he found himself actually
getting an erection! The engorged tip of his cock was protruding slightly from
its protective skin covering. DAMN! He certainly wanted no attention drawn to
his naked genitals!

He saw Marcello’s eyes sparkle with eager anticipation as they were drawn to
his burgeoning sex.. He lunged, lance held at mid-body level. Claudius parried
and thrust his lance, but he was off balance and it embedded itself in the
hard ground and snapped in two. Claudius cried in anguish and fear as Marcello
pressed forward. He tripped and fell backward and lay there, belly up, with
his legs pinned under him, spread wide apart exposing his hardening cock and
ripe balls and thrust-up belly. With a blood-curdling yell, Marcello stepped
up with his lance held aloft, seeking to thrust it deep into his waiting
crotch. With almost super-human desperation, Claudius waited until Marcello
was over his prone body. The he grasped the ragged end of his broken lance and
thrust it up into Marcello’s tender groin, lifting him completely off the
ground, his nuts flopping and his cock sticking straight out. Marcello’s war-
cry turned into an agonizing scream as the jagged wood entered his ass-hole
and plunged deep into his bowels, ripping the tender lining as it forced its
way nearly up to his belly. Marcello was already mortally wounded as he lay
there, spread-eagled on the blood-soaked ground.

Claudius stood over him in triumph and looked toward the Emperor’s pavilion
for his pleasure. Nero smiled and turned his thumb downward Marcello’s fate
was sealed. Claudius had earned the prize. With a deep, evil laugh, he reached
down toward the stricken youth’s big hairless nuts which now hung down deeply
between his spread legs. Marcello’s eyes bugged out as he saw him grasp his
naked cajones in his huge meaty right hand. He knew what was in store for him!
There would be no mercy. In a moment his precious young manhood was going to
be taken from him forever. His eyes tracked every movement as they focused on
his already bulging testicles in their pulsing, shiny bag.

The veins stood out like small cords on the skin surface of his ball sac and
shaft. In hideous fascination, he watched the fingers tighten on his nut-sac
and begin to twist and pull the fragile organs upward. A piercing scream left
his gaping open mouth as he felt them stretched to their very limits—and then
begin to tear. Claudius was almost ecstatic as he felt the warm genitals
straining from the security of their groin. A second twist and Marcello’s eyes
grew frantic. A final twist, and he felt the inner cords and delicate sperm
tubes rupture and then the smooth hairless skin began to tear as the entire
sac of nuts was slowly but inexorably ripped from his crotch. He braced his
right foot on Marcello’s thigh and pulled with all of his might. Marcello’s
crotch erupted with blood and spattered sperm as the bag tore free and he held
the liberated balls in his fist! For the final humiliation, he stuffed the
still warm nuts into Marcello’s screaming mouth, the tissue strangling him
with his own manhood. Then he raised his broken lance and with one last mighty
thrust, sent it deep into young Marcello’s navel. It pierced his heaving
belly, skewering him to the ground.

Claudius had won his three matches. He stroked his rock-hard prick and fondled
his wounded balls. They would heal! He was now free from further contest that
afternoon. Perhaps forever if he found favor with the lustful Nero who had
watched the spectacle with obvious fascination. But then, Nero had a way of
exacting his own special satisfaction from his gladiators when he was finished
with them!

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Forever

Summary: A young man goes through a couple of initian rites!

The wars had been over for quite a number of years.  Men, in their
wisdom, had stored enough sperm to last for generations.  Then they
met WOMYN.  Prudence led to destruction...ultimately the penis won
the war for womyn.

RAPE is a cry that must be abolished.

Sevaral solutions had been considered;

Piercing the penis and chaining it to a navel piercing was a popular
solutio...it did NOT work.  That digusting protrusion still existed
.

There was a plan though.

After much debate it was decided that all males would be confirmed as
"Beneath Humane".  Then, their fully exposed testicles would be
available for anyone to kick,spit jackboot or anything else at.

After that, assuming the worms survived the screams,  The first
mystery,

A Marine basic shower from head to neck.  Basic traning has a
punishment.  That Womyn with hia razor blade around the family...HEY!
That's clooooooooooooooose.  The Private was so proud...My first
nutting.  She played "The Nutcracker" afterwards.

Part II follows...

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Purses Made of Bale Sacks -- True Story From Local Paper in Southern California

Summary: Unique purses made from real ball sacs!

Date Thursday, Dec 24, 1998
 From the Weird News Section of a paper hear in Southern California!

WIRE SERVICE REPORT

Woman makes unique purses

GLENPOOL, Okia. —Heather Joy thinks she’s found a way to a cowgirl’s
heart. She makes hand-crafted bags from bufl scrotums.

The cost of each of her True Cowgirl’s Purses de-pends
on whether the bag is personalized, hand-dyed or is adorned
with silver or brass. The bags start at $110.

The raw material is hard to come by, she said, be-cause there aren’t
that many processing plants in the area that handle bull scrotums.

“I have to wait three months to get a dozen,” Joy said Tuesday.

Anyone knowing how to contact this lady please contact me cause i
would love to obtain one of these purses.

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Stealing the Crown Jewel

` It was such a long time ago. I stole only from the males. I was rich and
beautiful. But unhappy. I was not yet thirty but seemed to have peaked in
life. What else was there to do, to prove? I had enough money to remain rich
for life. So what? I was bored. `

I was also bitchy. My lover Camile finally had enough. "Why don't you go steal
the Crown Jewel of the Maledom Kingdom? That would be big enough even for
you!"

Now that's a challenge. Nobody knew what it was. Everything really was a
talltale. One thing for sure. It was NOT the stuff those kings wore during
coronation or state banquets. They were "Royal Jewels" and called by that name
in all Maledom publications. In fact, most people thought it was an invention
of Amazon imagination. Where to start?

The king, of course. Camile and I rented a small house in a fashionable
neighborhood close to the Maledom Palace. We told people we were Amazon
artists coming to study their arts. At night, I got into the palace and
stalked the king.

Fortunately, he slept in the same room every night. They were partying. The
king returned to his bedchamber with four women. They began to make love....

I soon found something that interested me a lot more than the jewels. The king
had an unbelievable appetite for sex. Every night he fucked at least three
women. They all moaned and groan so loudly that I could hear them outside. And
they did not fake it. The day after, they all walked with a limp.

Camile did not believe me. Nobody ever heard of a cock like that. I simply had
to go in and see it for myself.

In the bedchamber there was an odd corner covered by a heavy tapestry. It was
built to make the place look good on the outside and no one had any use for
the space. It was perfect for me.

I got in with lots of time to spare. They were partying somewhere in the
garden. Only a sleepy eunuch was there to keep the fire going.......

The King returned with four women. He stripped the blonde. The redhead took
off his gown. Then he took off a small thing hanging from the belt and put it
under his balls. It was a jewelry piece shaped like a spider. The body of the
spider was a huge ruby; the legs were gold. He chanted something and the
spider legs closed together, trapping his balls. The ruby began to glow. So
did his cock....... He did not take it off until the next morning, after his
bath. And the thing went straight back to the belt.

I simply had to steal this thing. If nothing else, to prevent more women from
being ravaged. Camile and I talked about it for hours. It was obviously
magical. But we knew no magic. I could not wait for the long trip back home to
ask the priestesses, if they did not call me crazy first. And did they know
this magic at all? I had to steal it. I was too keyed up.

"I have to cut it off. There is no other way."

Camile did not like it a bit. I was used to stealing things and was gone for
hours before anyone knew something was missing. This time, I would be there
when hell broke loose. But what other choice was there?

I checked out the palace for escape routes and hiding places. It took a month.
It was hard to control the urge to go back to the bedchamber for a second
look. Camile helped a lot with the planning.

The king returned with three beauties. He stripped the blonde.....Finally they
were all exhausted and fell asleep.

I waited another hour before coming out of the corner. First I put sleeping
potion beneath their noses, with an extra generous dose for the king. Then I
tied their wrists and ankles to the bed posts with strong silk ropes. As soon
as they moved, they would pull the knots tight. Then I loop more ropes around
them. They woudl become one big mess. That gave me a few extra minutes.

I was ready. But I hesitated. The ruby was still glowing. The cock was huge,
far bigger than the couple of slave I enjoyed in the pleasure houses. I
reached out to hold it. It was still hot and hard, pulsing in my hand. I was
facinated.

One quick stroke and the cock-ball came off. I put a metal clamp on the base
of the cock to keep the blood in and keep it big. The spider legs opened and I
almost dropped it. They went into the soft leather pouch on my belt and I was
out of there in seconds.

Three minutes later, the alarm drums were sounded. Doom, doom, doom.... I
forced myself to slow down ....

It took me three hours to get home. One look on my face told Camile
everything. The sight of that cock got her so excited that she dragged me to
bed at once. It took two hours of continuous orgasm to calm her down.

It was a wonderful month. We had to stay before the hunt for the jewel thief
cooled down enough for us to go home. Camile preserved the cock. It would be
my only tropy from this last and biggest steal. I was going to donate the
Crown Jewel to the temple. Later, we made a lot of sausages for the long
journey back to Amazonia. We put the cock into one. I wore the Crown Jewel
between my breasts. I doubt if any soldier guarding the city gate knew what it
was.

And that jewel is still in the temple.

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Throwin' You A Party

Summary: I modified an old farm joke for the EA.  I hope the open ended humor is acceptable and enjoyable.  Again, this is not to be shared with minors.

A farmer hires Little Johnny one summer to help around the farm. They bale the
hay, culivate the corn and 'nut' the bull calves.

At the end of the summer the farmer says, "Little Johnny,since you have done
such a fine job here this summer,I am going to throw a party for you."

Little Johnny says, "Right on, thanks a lot man!"

So the farmer says, "Well you better be able to handle a few beers because
there will be lotsa drinkin'going on."

Little Johnny says, "Hey,I can drink just as much as anyone else so I should
do just fine."

And the farmer adds, "There is also going to be a lot of fightin' so I hope
you are ready."

Little Johnny responds, "I have been working hard all summer and I think I am
in pretty good shape."

"One more thing," says the farmer. "Did I mention that there will be lotsa
sex?"

"Far out!" says Little Johnny. "I have been out here all summer and I have
been dying for some action. What should I wear to this party?"

The farmer says, "I don't care...it's just going to be the two of us and the
burdizzo!"

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Mother and Daughter - Part Five.

Summary: The final chapter.

` When Marco awoke, he found himself in Marie's room, naked, his wrists and
ankles bound by rope to the bedposts. `

Before him stood Celeste and her daughter, who was crying as her mother held
her close to her.

Surrounding the bed were the servants girls of the house, all young adults in
age, all of them waiting for Marco's punishment with excitement.

"I hope you enjoyed your many sexual conquests," said Celeste. "for my
daughter's was your last."

"...what happened to me? what is going on?" Marco asked.

"You passed out, Marco," replied Celeste. "I laced your drink with a powerful
sleeping medication."

"...Why? Why are you doing this to me?" he said.

"Don't pretend as if you aren't aware of what you did to my daughter last
night. I know how you treated her." replied Celeste.

"Mother, stop it!" yelled Marie. "Let Marco go, please!"

"No!" replied Celeste. "I will do nothing of the sort! He must be punished for
how he treated you! He must!"

Upon saying this, the servant girl, Juliette, removed a rather large and
extremely sharp knife taken from the kitchen.

Marco was unable to hide his fear at this point. Nor could Marie hide her's.

"What is she going to do mother?" Marie asked frantically. "What is Juliette
going to do to him?!"

"Not her, my lovely daughter..." replied Celeste. "You."

"What do you mean, mother?!" she asked. "What am I going to do?!"

"For Marco's punishment for sleeping with you, I've decided to have him
castrated," replied Celeste, "and for your punishement for allowing him,
you're going to do it."

"What?!, No, mother!" Marie screamed through her tears. "I won't! I won't! You
can't make me!"

"If you don't castrate him, Marie...I will cut his throat." Celeste said. "You
you rather him live, or die? Either way, he'll be of no use to you."

"No, mother...I can't do it."

"Take the knife, Marie," said Celeste. "Take it, or he dies here and now."

Juliette handed Marie the knife which she reluctantly took in her quivering
hand, and turned to Marco who was filled with fear.

"Do it, Marie." said Juliette.

"No, Marie..." pleaded Marco. "Please don't..."

"I'm sorry..." said Marie as she approached Marco.

"I'll always remember you."

Marie took Marco's scrotum in her hand, the tenderness of her touch was
soothing.

As she cried, Marie placed the cold steel of the knife to the skin of his sac
and began to cut - the blade slicing through the flesh with ease, his blood
from the severed flesh began to stain the bedsheets - and then it was
finished.

Marco had been castrated, and it was Marie who now held his testicles in her
hand.

"Let this be a lesson to you," said Celeste. "let this be a lesson to the both
of you."

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     IT WAS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT WE HAD JUST DONE THE OUTSIDE CHORES
    INCLUDING A FEW CASTRATIONS OF SOME MALE GOAT BABIES BY ELASTATOR
    BANDS AFTER A SHOWER AND SOME T.V. WE TURNED INTO BED... AFTER A
    WHILE OF TALKING ABOUT OUR DAYS MY WIFE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID,
    HONEY I WONDER WHAT A MANS TESTICLES LOOK LIKE INSIDE? I SAID I
    GUESS LIKE AN ANIMALS IN SOME WAY. BUT HONEY I NEVER SEE WHAT THEY
    LOOK LIKE WE ALWAYS USE ELASTATOR BANDS... SO AFTER A WHILE I SAID
    DO YOU WANT TO CASTRATE ME?? SHE THOUGHT FOR A MINUTE THEN SAID
    WILL IT HURT YOU BAD?? I SAID I DON'T KNOW... BUT WE COULD PUT ON
    THE ELASTATOR BAND TILL THE TESTICLES DIE THEN CUT THEM OFF...
    COULD I CUT THEM OPEN AND EXAMINE THEM, SHE ASKED I GUESS SO I
    SAID... SHE WENT AND GOT THE ELASTATOR BAND PLYERS AND PUT A GREEN
    BAND ON THE FOUR POLES AND SQUEEZED THE GRIP AND WORKED MY BALLS
    INTO THE LOOP THEN LET THE PRESSURE OFF SLOWLY. AS THE BAND
    TIGHTENED AROUND MY SACK, IT HURT A LITTLE THEN ALOT AFTER 30
    MINUTES MY BALLS WERE HURTING REAL BAD THEN IN ABOUT AN HOUR I
    COULD FEEL MY BALLS GETTING REAL NUMB AND WERE A TERRIBLE SHADE OF
    PURPLE ALMOST BLACK.. THEN IN ANOTHER HOUR THERE WAS NOTHING SHE
    HIT MY BALLS AND I FELT NOTHING... SHE WENT AND GOT A SHARP KNIFE
    AND SOAKED THEM IN ALCOHOL AND WASHED MY DEAD BALLS WITH IT ALSO
    THEN SHE CUT THROUGH THE SACK BELOW THE BAND HOLDING MY SACKED
    BALLS SHE SAID SO THESE ARE WHAT MADE OUR CHILDREN!! AFTER ALL I
    WAS NOW 57 AND SEX WAS NO BIG DEAL TO EITHER OF US SO NO BIG DEAL..
    SHE THEN EMPTYED THE SACK ON A BOARD I TOLD HER TO SKIN THE OUTSIDE
    SKIN OFF FIRST SHE DID... AND THERE THEY LAY TESTICLE & EPIDIDIMIS
    ALL TO LOOK AT... SHE THEN TOOK ONE BALL AND CUT IT OPEN AND THE
    FLUID RAN OUT WITH TINY TUBES ALL LOOPED UP IN IT.. SHE LOOKED AT
    ME WITH A BIG SMILE AND SAID LOOK HONEY YOUR SPERM IS RUNNING OUT
    OF THIS BALL... SHE WAS SO TURNED ON AND TO MY SURPRISE I GOT A
    HARD ON. SHE SUCKED ME HARD SAYING WHAT EVER SPERM IS LEFT IN YOUR
    PROSTATE IS MINE... I LICKED HER PUSSY WHILE SHE SUCKED MY DICK I
    COULD FEEL MY CUM STATING TO ERUPT AS SHE MOANED IN A FANTASTIC
    ORGASM.. LIKE I HAVE NEVER SEEN HE DO. AS SHE LICKED UP THE LAST
    DROP OF MY SPERM SHE SMILES AND SAID HONEY I HAVE NEVER HAD SUCH AN
    ORGASM... SHE WENT OUT AND CAME BACK WITH A JAR OF ALCOHOL AND PUT
    MY REMAINING BALL IN IT AND SAID I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE
    WONDERFUL SACRIFICE YOU MADE TO ME...AND NOW LOOKING BACK I NEVER
    MISSED HAVING BALLS AS I TAKE A LOW DOSE OF TESTOSTERONE WHEN WE
    WANT SEX... SHE ALWAYS LOOKS AT MY REMAINING TESTICLE IN THE JAR ON
    THE SHELF AS WE FUCK EACH OTHER...

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Horrible testicle torture

Summary: The spy has his balls tortured- but won't tell

Story text removed - copied from an existing work of fiction that is not an EA
story, but rather a published work.

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Temptation Island

Summary: girls' reunion and sexual adventure on far away island

The seaplane came to a stop on the pier. We were met by the hostess. “Welcome
to Temptation Island. I am Erica and will be your hostess.” The island was
beautiful. I was glad that Brandie suggested coming here for our reunion. We
had not been together as a group for five years, since we graduated from
college. We used to be together all the time. I was glad that the feeling was
still there.

The first night Erica took us to a club. It was wonderful. There were lots of
hot guys. Then came the strip shows, both guys and girls. We were so hot we
ended up in bed together, the six of us. I was glad that the feeling was still
there.

Erica said that she wanted to go back to that club. Every other day was lady-
only night. After seeing the guys available on this island, we were all ready.
As soon as we walked in, we felt the mood was different. There were some
really good looking guys slowly stripping on stage. And we enjoyed the show.

Fifteen minutes later, the DJ announced the first special of the night. And
all these women took out loops of thin silk ropes. Erica came prepared. She
gave us the loops and explained the rules. The first one to catch a cock or
balls got to take the stripper to the room in the back for half an hour.
Everyone moved as close to the stage as she could. A gorgeous stripper came on
stage. It took him two songs to get down to the g-string. At the beginning of
the third song, the g-string came off and the loops of silk ropes flew towards
the swaying cock. In two minutes, it was caught. That lucky blonde reeled him
in, let him out, reeled him in again…. Finally, at the end of the song, she
dragged him off to the little room in the back. She had 30 minutes. Susan just
could not control herself. She kept screaming: “I need to catch one.”

We were so clumsy with the ropes. We had no chance. But an hour and two
specials later, Erica caught a cock. She told us to come along. Thirty minutes
was not much. But we all needed a cock so badly. Shannon said: “He won’t last
thirty minutes.” Erica told her: “Don’t worry. He will. I come prepared.” As
soon as we were in the little room with the huge bed, Erica took out a metal
cock ring and put it on the cock. We took turn riding it, and loving each
other. Holly was the last one to fuck and she took off the cock ring, letting
it shoot loads of creamy hot cum into her. We had no more success that night
and returned home to an orgy ourselves.

The place became an obsession. Everyday we practiced with the silk ropes and
made love. Every other night we went there to catch a cock. On other nights,
we picked up guys in the club and brought them back to the house for marathon
fucking sessions. They were all handsome guys, but the strippers’ cocks were
so much bigger. We were getting better. We were regularly catching cocks in
lady‘s night.

We were in the club again. The first special came on and everyone threw her
loop. Alicia caught the cock and a second later, another blonde caught the
balls. They had a tug of war. The guy was down on the floor, twisting in pain
between them. The club was in an uproar. Everyone was either cheering for
Alicia or that blonde. Half way through the song, the blonde jerked the balls
off. The ball sac flew back and hit her face. The cheering was thunderous.

We were all in a lousy mood when we went to the hospital. Surprisingly the
guy, JohnJohn, was OK. He said that he wanted to get rid of his balls for a
while but could not get up the courage to have it done. Now, he could use
testosterone patches and last much longer. Most importantly, the women did not
have to worry about get pregnant by accident. Two days later he was discharged
from the hospital and we invited him to stay with us. We totally lost the mood
to return to that club. The love making was a lot more leisurely. JohnJohn was
very popular among the strippers and many of them visited, and stayed for some
love making. He was right. He could get it up as hard as it could be with the
patches, and lasted a lot longer without balls.

* * *


Just Four Slices and a Laugh

Summary: [This is adult fiction, and it only happened in my mind. It is not for minors, and it should not be posted at sites they frequent. It is a very short little story; a quick read if you will, and not much more. No plot. No theme. But still, fitting, a gift perhaps, for the reader who needs the quick \'hit\'. As always, feedback is appreciated by the author. If you read it and enjoy it, please take the time and effort to let me know. If you hate it, I\'d like to know that too. Thanks. Please don\'t post this elsewhere or distribute it without the author\'s permisson. nathan9001@yahoo.com]

` Just Four Slices and a Laugh `

I stared, and my heart raced. The young man was around twenty, and they had
him tied well. His legs were pegged out wide, and he was bent over the chair,
and they were holding him, for me, and for my knife. His hands were bound
together, up, high, behind his back and with a loop of rope over his neck, to
keep them up and out of my way. Of course, he was struggling, the way they
always do. I gripped his fat sac anyway, and felt the firmness of his balls,
the hairs on his sac sprouting over it like a miniature forest.

His cock was fat, and jutting down, beneath his legs. He looked back, and
watched me, and then he grunted as I raised my knife and pushed it up against
his balls. He had light brown hair, and deep brown eyes, and I noticed he had
a good growth of hair on his legs. His hole puckered, and his ass tightened.
His nipples were pierced, and he wore the single earring that is so popular
these days. He was a stud, and yet he knew what was coming and he knew it
would happen. I stared at his mustache that he was trying to grow, and then I
looked at his balls and contemplated the connection. I had the thought he
didn't look good with a mustache.

He screamed then, into his gag, and his eyes bugged out as I began the cut. Of
course, they held him fast, and I watched his ass rise up and down then and he
jerked against the ropes and fought like an animal. Yes, he struggled and
jerked and writhed and squirmed as I took his sex. Still, he was easy to nut;
I just took my knife and sawed it, back and forth, back and forth and into his
sac a quarter of an inch at a time.

Like most boys who have balls with hair, he ejaculated then, the way they
usually do, and even so, his eyes went even wider and he grunted from the pain
and the misery that my knife was giving to him. I don’t know...it only lasted
a short time, although for him perhaps it felt like an eternity. Still, before
he had finished squirting out his wad in lines of cream on the floor, I had
stolen his balls; castrated him like a piece of livestock. Four good strokes
with the knife; that's all, just four and then it was done. I took his sac and
his balls with just four slices and a laugh.

[Authors note: © Copyright March, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied
without the consent of the author.]

* * *


Freed from a small-dicked husband

Summary: A true story about my husband and his castration

` I married my husband when I was 18. I had a few lovers but not many before
getting married. I never really experienced life though. `

My husband, who is 10 years older then me, put me thru school as a veterinary
assistant and did his best to satisfy me in bed. Without much success.

After graduating I went to work for a very sweet and gorgeous vet who from day
one was VERY friendly with me.

I worked there for almost 3 months before I ended up succumbing to the
temptation and sleeping with Dr. Mike. WOW! I never realized what sex could
be. He was hung, almost 9 inches and had balls twice the size of my husbands.

From then on I couldn't get enough. I slept with Dr. Mike for almost 8 month's
before my husband found out. Rather then being angry, he was almost relived.
He knew he was under endowed and told me how much he would love to watch. From
then on, i let him watch me and a parade of studs.

As time went by he started becoming almost jealous and began interfering with
my activities. He wasn't jealous of the sex just the time spent with other
men.

I love my husband very much but knew I would never be happy giving up my
lifestyle.

I began suggesting castration to him as an alternative and in no time we did
the deed.

Now my eunuch husband and I are very happy and I have castrated 7 other men
for a variety of reasons, all at their implicit request of course.

I would definetly reccomend it as an option for those in the right situations.

* * *


STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR

Summary: Continued from Part 3Conclusion

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

The Broken World

For over two centuries after the defeat of the desert invaders the Regency
enjoyed a period of relative peace and prosperity. There were few conflicts
with tribes of primitives on the borders except for the usual slave raids.
Although there were many intrigues and conspiracies against the Emperor (as
the Supreme Regent was now called), Such conflicts were generally beyond the
notice of the general populace. Order and stability seemed to flow downward
from the high throne of the Regency.

Supported by the Emperor, the priests of Dhradumus continued to eliminate all
vestiges of Goddess worship from the Regency. They replaced the razed temple
complexes of the Sisterhood with great temples, monasteries, and compounds of
their own. Everywhere there were elaborate works of architecture dedicated to
Dhradumus. The Hierophant of Dhradumus (the highest priest and head of their
order) had an elite guard, chosen from the best imperial troops to enforce his
edicts and Dhradumian law. The Empire and the Priesthood of Dhradumus were
entwined and operated as one.

The internal struggle for power and ascension to the imperial throne continued
to escalate, however. There were assassinations and attempted assassinations,
and during some periods the high office of Emperor would change hands often.
It started being said that the most dangerous job in the Regency was that of
sitting on the high throne. Nonetheless, men continued to vie for ascendancy
to that high office.

Finally, open conflict broke out among factions and various cities began
fortifying themselves against their rivals. Accustomed to prosperity fueled by
unrestricted flow of goods and commerce across the Empire, few provinces were
self sufficient. The internal wars between rival factions and provinces (who
took to calling themselves kingdoms once more) disrupted the communication and
transportation network of the Regency. The prosperity and affluence collapsed
almost overnight.

At first there were riots and conflagrations, then there was mass starvation
and plagues. It is said that during these dark years of the collapse over half
the population of the Regency perished. Leaders of various provinces
reorganized themselves once again into small kingdoms and warfare was almost
continuous. Amidst it all, however, the order of the priests of Dhradumus
remained intact. Furthermore, they enjoyed immunity from military action, just
as had the Sisterhood in the past age. Pillaging soldiers would not lay a hand
upon a priest or a temple of Dhradumus.

The Hierophant was chosen by a council of elders and he enjoyed considerably
more stability than did the former Emperor of the Regency. By maintaining the
appearance of neutrality in secular affairs, the Hierophant remained generally
aloof from conflicts. However, the elite Dhradumian Guard was still very much
intact. While not the largest force in the former Regency, it was certainly
the most well-trained and effective - and the most feared. The Dhradumian
Order was more concerned with maintaining universal adherence to Dhradumian
codes of dress and behavior than to capricious conflicts of ambitious nobles.

Although several larger consolidated kingdoms remained within the old Regency,
kingdoms were constantly breaking up into small autonomous units. Vanquished
armies driven from their traditional lands by more powerful foes roamed among
the weaker kingdoms pillaging and raping. Alliances were made and broken
whimsically and the fortunes of war were constantly shifting. The land was
awash in uncertainty, instability turmoil.

Many defeated nobles took their armies beyond the traditional boundaries of
the old empire and attempted to reestablish their small kingdoms. These lands
were less productive, but the inhabitants were generally poorly organized and
easily defeated by the better-equipped and better-trained armies of the
nobles. (They tended to leave the desert tribes alone, however.) After
conquering a new territory the nobles attempted to impose their culture,
superficially, upon the conquered primitives so as to create a peasant class
and workforce. This they accomplished with varying degrees of success.

No matter how far the nobles and their armies went into the hitherto unknown
lands they were always accompanied by priests of Dhradumus. The priests, aided
by the soldiers, imposed the worship of Dhradumus upon the primitives. Any
native who adamantly resisted conversion was summarily executed by the
soldiers. In this way Dhradumian civilization spread throughout an area that
was almost twice the size of the previously known world. Scowling statues of
Dhradumus, still clothed in the garb of a desert patriarch, now looked upon
dark forests, distant seas, high mountains, and shimmering glaciers.

Much to the chagrin of visiting high priests, however, many local customs of
the primitives found their way into Dhradumian worship. Native traditions
colored the music and the dress of almost all the Dhradumian holy days. The
tone was almost always lighter and more festive, and often the very meaning of
the holy day was so distorted as to be unrecognizable as Dhradumian. The local
nobles, who were certainly traditional Dhradumians, did after all depend on
the labor of their converted peasants for their own prosperity. They didn’t
seem overly concerned. As long as the local economy worked smoothly, the
nobles were inclined to permit the natives some degree of latitude.

The small new kingdoms were also too far from the center of the old Regency
and the Hierophant and his council. A military campaign to enforce the minute
particulars of Dhradumian code in these distant lands would have been
prohibitively expensive. As long as the natives paid homage to Dhradumus,
tribute flowed in, and a reasonable effort was being made to expunge their
culture of pre-Dhradumian practices the Patriarch and the High Council left
well-enough alone. The exception was several unfruitful expeditions made in
response to rumors that enclaves of goddess worshipers existed in the
hinterlands. To indulge a few lingering superstitions of the primitives was
one thing, but vestiges of the old Sisterhood could not be tolerated. The
expeditions found nothing.

There was no longer a clear line of demarcation between a known world of
civilized kingdoms and the land of the primitives. At the edge of the old
Regency, tiny kingdoms were scattered haphazardly into the previously unknown
wilderness. Castles were generally crude and the architecture far less
sophisticated than in the old central kingdoms. Many towns in the new kingdoms
looked like a blend of primitive and civilized construction. Nevertheless,
with almost constant warfare occurring in the central kingdoms, life in the
unsophisticated wilderness kingdoms was often much more serene and
predictable.

Despite the encroachment of the tiny kingdoms into the wilderness and the near
doubling of the size of the known world, the unknown still lay beyond. There
was always the unknown. In any direction, beyond the farthest kingdom; beyond
the farthest village any traveler or adventurer had ever spoken of, there was
the unknown. The all-pervading unknown still loomed in the psyche of men and
women. It fueled their fears; their fantasies; their hopes; their dreams and
nightmares; and their sense of wonder. This was the state of the world for
many centuries after the fall of the Regency.

It is on the fringes of this world that we find the lost remnants of the old
Sisterhood. It is here that we find the warrioress clans with their loyal
eunuch pages.

The Conclusion

Farrell Squire

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A Growing Need - Part 1

Summary: Two women discover something about themselves after watching a bull being castrated.

` The year was 1890. She was forty five now. Georgina had lived here on her
extensive estate for thirty years. She had stayed on here after her husband,a
senior British Diplomat had died. There was no place on earth like Bagdad, no
place like this country. She could have gone back to England but she could not
even contemplate that. She loved this country, it`s beauty, and above all,
it`s primitive barbarity. Her husband had been well respected here, and was
know by all the region`s Princes and Rulers. She was safe here. Her husband
may have been popular with the natives here but she had grown to hate him,and
shed little tears at his death. England would have been no place for a woman
like Georgina. Exposed to the practices and customs of this place, she had
long ago left the genteel ways of a typical English women far behind her. The
things that Georgina craved were not available in England. Her husband had
never been interested in her sexually, not for years. She had made up for
that. She had become insatiable as far as boys were concerned. Young boys. At
least thirty of them worked on her estate. Not one of those boys was more than
sixteen years of age. She was wealthy, and boys were easily obtained. For a
pittance, pretty and well hung young boys would spread themselves and let her
do as she wished to them. `

She was not always alone here. She had, over the years developed a huge circle
of friends, in Bagdad, but also all around Europe. Her husbands position had
required her to entertain many visitors from many lands. Women , in
particular, had always liked her and she had many female friends. Women for
some reason had a strange liking for this place. Bored European Diplomatic
wives, looking for something different, something more exciting,. Something
more primitive. Many of these women visited her on a regular basis. One of
those was a German lady named Helga. Georgina had known her for years,, ever
since Helga`s Husband husband was stationed in . They had returned home many
years ago but Helga often returned for long periods. Georgina had soon
discovered that Helga had the same craving for young flesh as she had herself.
Together they satisfied that craving. Helga, who was around the same age as
herself, could often be found with four or five, very naked, and very young
boys in her bed. Both of them had developed a taste for more unusual
activities. They often paid native villagers to let them watch male
circumcisions. Both of them found this very erotic. When they mentioned this
to some of their female friends, they were surprised at the level of interest
shown. Soon, a number of them were brought along to see for themselves.
Gradually a circle of women with a liking for this sort of thing began to
form.

One evening, on the way back from a village where they had just seen ten young
boys losing their foreskins, they passed a group of natives ,and there was
much shouting. " What is going on?" Georgina asked their porter. He dismounted
from his camel and disappeared into the crowd. He returned a few moments
later.

" What is going on, what are those women doing?, asked Georgina.

" They are performing the cuttings Lady" he said.

" What do you mean, cuttings, what kind of cuttings?.

" The cutting of the males Lady, the male camels and the bulls. The women cut
them this time each year".

Helga had a strange look in her eye.

" Lets have a look" she said excitedly.

They worked their way through the crowd to a clearing. A large bull was lying
on the ground, its legs tied together. He was roaring. A young native woman
was kneeling behind him. Georgina stared. She was cutting the testicles out of
him. The girl took no notice of his roaring and trashing as she cut them out
of him. Georgina could not take her eyes from the knife as it did its bloody
work. Both of them stood staring as twelve other bulls lost their testicles. A
strange excitment took hold of her. Surprised, she realised she was getting
wet between her legs.

On the rest of the way home none of them said very much. Later in the evening
Helga approached her.

" I am going to tell you something that might shock you" she said quietly.

" What?," said Georgina.

" Well, when we were watching those women this afternoon, I never felt so
sexually excited in all my life. It really did something to me Georgina when I
saw what they were doing to those bulls".

" They were castrating them Helga, they were cutting the maleness out of those
big scrotums. Don`t worry, I felt exactly the same. It is not so strange to be
excited by it, I have read of women who have a great liking for castration. I
think we must see this again?.

That night many of the young boys were wondering why so much attention was
being paid to their scrotums.

To be continued.

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She just took it all

Summary: She took it all from a virgin male.

i was 33 when it happened.  Although i was very tall very attractive
and in good shape i never 'went all the way' with a woman.  i was
always submissive to women and i guess i was waiting for the right
woman to just take me.  i answered a personal ad in the Village
Voice.  All the ad said was.." I will take it all from you - virgins
only reply - 27 to 40 years old" i recieved a phone call three days
after i replied. All She said was, "Come to the following address
and give it all to me..." She then gave me an address in Brooklyn.
i was excited.  i thought this was it!!  i was to give it all to
Her!! Yes!!  i went to the address and rang the doorbell.  There was
a chubby short man at the door.  he meekly told me to follow him.  i
did.  he instructed me to take my clothes off and get into the chair
in the room.  i did.  he strapped me in then gagged me.  i was very
excited.  She then came into the room.  She was covered in a big
flowing wrap of black cloth.  i couldn't see Her body nor Her face.
 She leaned over to me and finally saw Her glowing eyes.  "you will
now give it all to me...."  She took out a scaple and cut off my
cock and then my balls.  After She sewed me up She kissed me then
said, "you forever be mine as a virgin. Now go."  She sent me away
and i have been a sexless virgin ever since.


Chance Meeting, the end  [G]

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    One day Master had a special visitor. He was quite young, blond,
    handsome and intact. Before he entered our room, we heard Master’s
    voice:

    - So, you are Three. Meet One and Two.

    Then he did the most amazing thing. He started to remove the leather
    hood that in over a year never had left his head in my presence. I
    recognized him before he had totally removed it.

    It was Bob

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The hospital

I ran 'The hospital'. This was a time, where money was tight and people would
do anything for a bit of cash. Anything. So I saw an open window. I got a
grant from the government and to stop overpopulation I could give people money
for their son’s penis.

The family would be paid $50 for each inch I took. At first business was slow.
Until the new law made it so as soon as boys reached 16 they had to be
evaluated for the operation. If they failed they were castrated and had a
penectomy. Soon I was ripe with clients.

One patient I would never forget was a boy called Adam Turner. He was twelve
and his parents needed the money. I was told to take his entire penis and both
his balls, as the balls were worth $20 each. I agreed. He had blond gelled
hair, so it spiked up at the front and was a little freckly. He was a little
short for his age but had a massive cock. It was four inches but had tiny
balls to go with it.

His parents sat in the waiting room while I ran the tests to see if I could
carry out the procedure. The first was the erection test. I undid my top and
let my bra slide down a little. He had a hardon and started ejaculating. I
smiled. He had ad an erection but I wasn’t too sure about the cum. Then was
the sex test. I had to have oral and vaginal sex with Adam, though he was
twelve. He was a little reluctant but then saw his chance for the only sex he
would ever have and took it.

The vaginal was OK. He was a little afraid to hump so I had to guide him
slightly. He seemed very worried all the way through, but by the end he had
started to enjoy himself. The oral was great. I started massaging it first,
then put my mouth over it. To test it’s pain receptors I bit down sharply. He
cried out then told me to do it again. So I did. Then he ejaculated and I spat
it out. I deemed him fit to have the surgery and he lay on the table. I gave
him a drug that would stop the pain receptors but keep him awake.

Then I got out a scalpel. He seemed a little worried but after I had made the
incision he lay still. Then with a slight sawing motion I cut it off. Then I
cut the remaining scrotum away then took the rest off with the knife. Then I
cut a small slit so he almost had a vagina and bandaged it up. I left a small
hole in the bandaging. In that hole I stuck a tube to allow him to pee. This
went straight into the hole where his penis was. He gave a little gasp of pain
when I put the tube in, as the drug had worn off by then.

He stayed in the hospital for another two days to recover and stop it getting
infected. He had to use the tube for another two months, and was all fine. His
parents got $240 for it. I still see Adam, to check that it's all Ok.

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After the Game part two

Summary: Ben loses all

He looked around Oh my God! She was going to deballed us, all of us!

"Please let us go, we won't tell anybody please."

It's to late for that now Boy!

You and your friends will pay!!

She brought out a metal wire.

They will pay but you will pay more.

She went over to Brad Olson and wraped the wire around his sack and
pulled. Brad screemed into his gag.

His balls dropped to the floor.

She went over to the next boy and did the same

His balls dropped to the floor

She went to the next boy and the next and the next.

thud, thud, thud

She had saved young Tommy for last. He looked with horror as she
wrapped the wire around his balls too and pulled.He was barely
sixteen!

Now she turned to Ben

Now they've paid!

She wrapped the wire around his balls.

He waited.

She pulled and they fell to the floor

His balls, hise manhood, gone!!

But she was through with him yet

He had more to give!

She brought out a knife

NO!!!

Please!!!

No!!!.

Not that!!

With one stroke she cut it off!

I told you, you would pay!

She laughed and threw his penis into the fire, gone for ever!

He passed out!

Two days later he woke up in the hospital. He slowly raised the
sheets hoping it was a dream.


Thecia's coldest pair

Summary: Thecia is back in the service of Dr. Pann. On a revenge mission.Not for minors,,,but zinc miners are ok.

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Thecia’s coldest pair

I’m a 31-year-old female "cutter."

It seems that I get myself deeper and deeper in the workings of Dr. Pann’s
women’s organizations. Among the companies that Dr. Pann runs, there is one
called Women’s Health Insurance Plan (W H I P). It’s a shadow company that has
a mandate to help and protect abused women. I’ve been called upon from time to
time to permanently stop a man from sexually abusing women. As a cutter I have
that ability.

A nurse in Mercy Hospital in Oshkosh, WI contacted Dr. Pann through the
network. She had a patient on her floor with frostbite so bad that she would
lose a toe. This young woman (Janet) was an exotic dancer in a local club. She
was a single mother and had no other means of support. Her boss, a guy named
John, had been forcing sex on her for many months. She felt that she had to
accept it or her young children would go hungry.

On one Saturday night, John and a couple of his friends got drunk. The place
was closing and the three of them forced Jan to suck each of them off and fuck
each in turn. This sex incident was punctuated with slaps and other abuse. As
a final cruel act, they pushed out of the rear exit and bolted the heavy steel
door in her face. At that time Jan only had a G-string and small bar towel to
cover her in the harsh Wisconsin winter. The three men exited from the front
of the club and drove away.

The nearest shelter was across the fenced and busy highway 41. She walked over
a mile along the deserted service road before a local farmer stopped his pick
up truck and offered her a lift. At the hospital she told the police
everything. The following day, John and his now sober friends swore that she
had gotten high on crack and disappeared from the club on her own. They were
not charged.

Dr. Pann asked me if I would "fix" this John guy. After hearing the story I
was more than willing to end his sex days forever.

My friend Jill and I received first class tickets to Milwaukee in the mail the
following day. I often used Jill as "bait" in these situations. She is over
5’8" and stunning. When she walks into a room, men can’t keep their eyes off
of her and women feel inadequate. She knows the risks of what we’re doing and
also knows that Dr. Pann will pay her well.

There was a rental car waiting in Milwaukee and it was a simple, one and a
half-hour trip to the club. We were armed with photos of John and the names of
the other two men.

We reached the club at about 9PM and I waited in the car while Jill went in
and applied to be a dancer. She was hired on the spot. She gave a story very
similar to Jan’s. Two kids at home and needed the job.

That night nothing happened except for a little flirting and a vague statement
by john that there were "perks" with the job. Jill noted that the same three
men who were our targets closed the place.

The following night we were ready. The supplies that I asked for were in the
trunk of the car. Just a minute or two before last call, I walked in the club.
There was only one drunk at the bar and he was leaving. The other three guys
were there as we expected. I asked for a drink from John, who was tending bar,
and was told "we’re closed lady." Jill had put her clothes on and was sitting
at the bar; the two other men were sitting to her right. On cue, she reached
in her purse and pulled out the two leather cased stun guns and hit each man
with them. At the same instant I hit John in the chest with mine. All three
were instantly prostrate on the floor. It only took us practiced seconds to
hand cuff them, shackle their legs and shove a ball gag in each mouth. We
blindfolded them and hoped they wouldn’t recognize us if ever they saw us
again. They recovered quickly and were fighting their restraints.

I had decided not to use my normal surgical methods on these creeps. The old
monofiliment fishing line would come into use.

We tied each man to a different table, face up and in a position where his
balls would hang over the edge when exposed. With a razor knife I cut the
clothes from each, exposing their jewels. I plugged my soldering iron to heat
up. The first man, the redhead, had a normal package. Average dick and average
balls. He even had red hair on them.

I donned my velvet glove to give this guy a taste of what he would never feel
again. Jill stepped in and said, "I want to do this. I want it to be good for
him." She carefully washed his package and began to lick his balls. His cock
rose at once. She then gave him a very slow sensual blowjob, stopping when he
was close. By the third "almost" she let him cum. She took the whole load in
her mouth. When she finished, she got up and spit the whole load full in his
face. She whispered to him "I hope it was good, because it’s you last. I
wrapped a single turn of the fishing line around his sack, grabbed the wooden
handles and yanked for all I was worth. The string tore through his equipment
like a razor knife. I’m always amazed at how easy it was to deball a man. His
balls, sack and all hit the floor with only the sound of a wet dishrag. I used
the soldering iron on his ragged groin. The smell of burning flesh filled the
room. Jill scooped up his now useless balls and sack and slipped them into one
of the waiting peanut butter jars.

The second man, much bigger and darker than the first had heard everything but
still didn’t know for sure what was going on. His cock was about the same size
but he had huge balls. I was already wet from cutting the first guy (in case
you didn’t know, cutting turns me on); the sight of these massive orbs almost
made me cum right then and there.

Jill said that, even with the heat, there wasn’t nearly enough pain in the
last cutting and that I should do better this time. I rummaged in the kitchen
and found an old serrated steak knife, just the tool I wanted.

Jill repeated her procedure and sucked off the dark man. When he finally came,
she did as she had done before and spit the huge load right in the guy’s face.
I took his oversized sack in my gloved hand and pulled it as far out as I
could, I then slowly began to saw through his sack. I felt the sack part as I
came to the first cord bundle. I slowly sawed through it. The guy was writhing
in agony. I cut the second one and then the last little piece of his sack. I
held the bag in my hand and dropped it into the jar. A little burning and two
sets were done.

The third man John would be more fun. Jill used one of my velvet gloves on
him. She primed him so well that when he came he shot right up to his own face
and shoulder. Jill licked some from his chest and true to todays method, spit
it in his face. I had a special method for him. I had a technique that I
learned from a Canadian scientist named Lerue. I went to the rental car and
retrieved the small pressure can that was there along with two small stainless
steel bowl, one slightly larger than the other.. I tied off his balls with a
regular rubber band and placed them in the bowl, I put on heavy insulated
gloves. I held his nuts down in the bowl with the smaller bowl. I then opened
the pressure can and poured the Freon it contained between the bowls. I said
to him "remember Jan and the frostbite?" He tried to scream but the gag did
it’s job. After a minute or two I removed the covering bowl. His balls stayed
there with out help. Most of the Freon had evaporated and I removed the lower
bowl. I took a little tack hammer from my kit and with the slightest tap hit
his left ball. The ball and the part of his sack around it broke into little
frozen pieces. Like a smashed marble. I did the same with the other one and
the ball and the rest of his scrotum shattered.. He didn’t feel a thing, but
he would later! We scooped up the little pieces and put them in a jar. When
his ragged wound started to bleed, I used my soldering iron and, like magic,
the bleeding stopped and the smoke started.

We left them there like that. A cleaning lady would find the nutted men there
at eight the next morning. They wouldn’t sexually abuse anyone again.

We drove back to Milwaukee and had a nice early breakfast at Bubba’s Breakfast
Club. We left the car in the parking lot as we had been told. We took a bus
from there back to the airport and we were happily in Texas by noon. I UPS’d
the jars. Airline security you know, they might wonder.

For the people who e-mailed me about a previous story. A "taint" is the skin
between a persons legs. As in "Taint balls and Taint asshole." Or "Taint
asshole and Taint pussy." Guys who were in the military use the word all the
time..

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia

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Bubba-Gump Gonads

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You've got your ...

Age-of-Innocence Cup of Balls, Allspice Balls, Almond Bavarian Cream Balls,
Ambrosia Cake Balls, American Brioche Balls, Anadama Breaded Balls, Anchovy
Buttered Balls, Angel Cake Balls, Anise Seed Balls, Apple Strudel Balls,
Apricot a la Cognac Balls, Armenian Cabbage-Leaf Stuffed Balls, Arroz con
Pollo Balls, Artichoke Hearts and Bottoms Balls, Asparagus Balls Polonaise,
Avocado Gonad Guacamole;

Bacon and Biscuit Balls, Bagna Cauda Balls, Baltimore Stuffed Balls, Banana
Bran Bread Balls, Barbecue Chinese Herbed Balls, Bay Leaf Balls, Bay Scallops
and Balls Quiche, Bean and Ball Flageolets Bretonne, Bechamel Balls, Beef
Budapest Goulash Balls, Beer-Battered Balls, Beets with Pickled Balls, Ball
Beignets, Berry Soup Balls, Billi Bi Balls, Black Velvet Balls, Blueberry
Sauced Balls, Burs sur Chocolat Balls, Bread and Butter Balls, Brine Bath
Balls, Brioche Balls Francais, Brown Sugar Balls, Brunswick Ball Stew,
Buckwheat Ball Blini, Buttermilk Ball Doughnuts, Butterscotch with Balls Pie;

Cabbage Balls a la Russe, Cacciucco Balls, Caesar Salad Balls, Cafe Brulot
Balls, Canapes Balls a la Simon, Candy Taffy Balls, Cantaloupe with Balls
Farmer's Style, Caper Sauce Balls, Caramel Frosted Balls, Caraway Breadstick
Balls, Carbonnades with Balls a la Flamande, Carrot and Cream of Ball Soup,
Cassata Balls Palermo, Caviar with Balls Madrilene, Celery with Tarragaon and
Balls, Champagne Bordelaise Ball Punch, Cherry Jubilee Balls, Cheese Fondue
Balls, Cheesecake with Rum-Marinade Balls, Chestnut Boiled Ball Torte, Chicken
Divan Balls, Chicken Florentine Balls, Chicory and Fenel Salad with Balls,
Chilean Manjar Blanco Balls, Chinese Sesame Seed and Ball Cookies, Chocolat
Balls Boules Sur, Chocolate Chiffon Ball Souffle, Cinnaomon Buns and Balls,
Clams and Balls on Toast, Clambake Washboiled Balls, Coconut-Pecan Frosted
Balls, Concord-Grape with Balls Jelly, Consomme Balls a la Madrilene, Corn and
Ball Relish, Cornmeal and Ball Crackers, Court Bouillon Balls, Crabs with Soft
Shell Ball Saute, Cranberried Ball Fruit Preserves, Creme Balls St. Jacques,
Crepe Gonad Suzette, Cuban Breaded Balls, Curried Balls, Custard and Ball
Pudding;

Daiquiri with Frozen and Glazed Balls, Dandelion Greens with Wilted Balls,
Danish Ball Pastries, Deep-Fat Fried Balls, Dilled Ball Sauce with Lemon,
Duchesse Potatoes au Balls, Duck and Ball in Wine with Green Grapes, Dutch Pea
Soup with Split Balls;

Eel with Balls Anguilles Quo Vadis, Eggs Scrambled with Balls, Eggnog with
Ball Essence Chiffon Pie, Eggplant and Ball Fritters, Egyptian Ball Kebabs,
Endive Salad with Braised Belgian Balls and Walnuts, Escalopes de Veau Balls a
la Holstein;

Fettucine with Alfredo's Balls, Fig and Spicy Testes Tortes, Fillet Plaza de
Ball Athenee, Finger Rolls of Balls, Finman's Ball's Haddie Delmonico,
Flageolets Bretonne-Style Balls, Flank Steak with London Broiled Balls,
Flemish Ball Sauce for Poacher's Salmon, Floating Island of Balls, Fondue of
Balls Bruxelloise, Frankfurter Goulash a la Walter Siezak's Balls, French
Bread Stuffed with Balls, Frenchman's Balls Brioche, Fricadeller Balls,
Frittata Balls Italiana, Fritto Misto Balls, Frogs Legs with Balls Provencale,
Frosted Icing of Confectioner's Balls, Frozen Tangerine en Ball Surprise,
Frozen Velvet Chocolate Ball Tortoni, Fruit with Brandied Balls, Fruitcake's
Balls Jamaica Light, Fudged WWF Balls in Minnesota Cake;

Galantine of Balls, Garlic Balls, Gazpacho Balls, Genoise Gonad Praline,
German Balls Lebkuchen, Gevulde Kool Rap Balls, Giblets and Gonads, Gingered
Balls with Fruit and Cheese, Glogg's Swedish Balls, Gnocchi Cream-Puff's
Balls, Goose Roasted with Wild Balls, Gorgonsola Ball Dip, Grand Central Pan
Roasted Balls, Grapefruit Juice with Sherried Balls, Gravy from Red-Eye's
Balls, Greek's Balls Mousaka, Green Balls a la Nicoise, Gulf Coast Stuffed
Balls from a Flounderer;

Halibut Baked in Ball Cream, Hallacas Balls, Hamburger au Poivre with Dill
Balls, Hard Ball Sauce, Hard-Shelled Testicles, Harvard Beets with Ivy Balls,
Hash from Red Flannel Guy's Balls, Hasty Ball Pudding, Head On Ball Cheese,
Henry Creel's Peppered Balls, Herbed Herb's Balls Biscuits, Hollandaise Quick
Ball Sauce, Homard's Balls a l'absinthe, Honey's Balls, Hong King Kong's Balls
Garden Salad, Hors de-Ball d'oeuvres, Horseradish Cold Ball a la Dresden,
Hungarian's Balls and Cream Cake;

Indian's Balls Rice Pudding, Indonesian's Balls with Vegetables and Shrimp,
Irish Ball Sweet Bread, Irma's Onion and Ball Sandwich, Islanders' Balls Luau,
Italian's Balls Mixed with Olives;

Jamaican Ball Pot Roast, Jambalaya Balls, Japanese Balls Tempura;

Kaiser Schmarren's Balls, Kebabs with Eqyptian Balls, Keftedes Testes, Key
Lime Ball Pie, Kidney Steak and Ball Stew, Knob Celery with Puree of Balls,
Knockwurst with Balls in Beer, Korean Balls Marinade, Kosher-Style Dill Balls,
Kumquat Ball Preserves;

Lady Fingering Balls, Lamb Arni Pissed on Balls, Lasagne Teste, Leeks in Balls
Vinaigrette, Lekach's Balls, Lemon Dressing North African's Balls, Lima Beans
with Balls for Rosemary, Long-Berry Long-Ball Sauce, Linzertorte Teste,
Lobster and Ball Moana, Long Islander's Balls in Port, Luchow
Schlemmerschmitte a la Balls;

Macaroons with Almond Nuts and Nut's Nuts, Madras Ball Curry, Malayan's
Chopped Balls, Mandeltorte Testicles, Manicotti Stuffed with Balls, Manjar of
Balls Blanco, Marzipan Rolled-Ball Cookies, Meat Ball Balls, Meringue Balls
Glacees, Mexican's Balls Carnitas, Milanaise Ball Sauce, Minced Balls, Mint
Testicle Parfait, Mocha Mucha Balls' Cream Frosting, Mona Lisa Dressing with
un-Dressed Balls, Mont Blanc Balls aux Marrons, Mornay Fillets of Soul-Brother
Balls, Mousseline Ball Sauce, Mushrooms and Balls a la Grecque, Mussels in
Bacon and Balls, Mustard Seed Buttered Balls;

Neapolitan Chopped Balls, New Englad Ball Chowder, Nut Brittle and Twisted
Nuts;

Oeufs Balls a la Neige, Ohio Cornball Relish, Omeltet with Spanish Balls,
Orange Ball Wedges Spiced and Chilled, Oriental Shrimpy Balls, Oyster a la
King's Balls;

Pain d'epice of Balls, Palermo Ball Cassata, Panettone Testasterone, Parker
House Ball Rolls, Parsnips with Candied Balls, Pasta Ball e Fagioli, Pastel de
Chocho Balls, Pate Truffle with Fluffed Balls, Paula's Cold-Ball Tomatoes,
Peanut Nut Ring Cake, Pea-Size Balls French Style, Periwinkles of Baked and
Winking Balls, Petits Fours with Four Petite Balls, Pickled Ball Peppers,
Pilaff Balls Greek Style, Pineapple Ball Crepes, Pizza Testa, Plum and Ball
Pudding, Polenta Variations of Balls, Polish Balls Chopped with Porkers,
Popped-Over Balls, Portugeuese are Chicken Balls, Potage Balls Cressoniere,
Poulet Balls Marengo, Pounded Ball Cake, Puffed Ball Pastry, Punched Ball
Punch;

Quiche with Balls for Lorraine, Quinces with Spiced Balls;

Radishes with Chinese Balls, Raisin and Dried-Ball Pie, Ravioli ala Bardelli's
Balls, Revanie Ball Revue, Rhubarb and Ball Pie, Rice and Molded Ball
Maltaise, Risotto Hall of Fame Balls, Rock Hard Balls, Roman's Balls Noodles,
Roquefort and Cognac Balls, Rumanian's Balls Ghivetch, Rye Ball Fritters;

Sacher Torte Teste, Sage's Balls and Leaves, Salade Russe Balls, Salsa Verde
Balls, Sambal Ball Goreng, Savarin with Savory Balls, Scallions with Mashed
Balls, Scallops en Ball Brochette, Scotchman's Balls Shortbread, Scrapple
Scraped Balls, Senegalese Ball Soup, Shad Baked in Cream of Balls, Sherried
Ball Custard, Short Deviled Balls, Shrimpy Balls from Pierre, Sicilian Ball-
Cream Cake, Snails and Balls Stuffed with Mushrooms, Soft-Shelled Balls
Armandine, Souffle au Grand Marnier's Balls, Spanish Ball Omelet, Spare Balls
with Beer and Honey, Specialty Balls Licked by Tongue, Spongey Ball Cake,
Springy Ball Cookies, Squashed Balls Baked with Acorns, Sweedish Ball Glogg,
Sweet and Pungent Ball Cubes, Swiss Balls Boiled by Rosemary;

Tamale Testicle Pie, Tarragon Balls in Aspic, Tart's Mocked and Puffed Balls,
Tempura Batterered Balls, Teriyaki of Yanked Balls, Tom's and Jerry's Balls,
Tomatoes Stuffed with Balls and Basil, Tongue Stuck On Balls, Tortoni
Testicles, Tropical Ball Tea Punch, Tufoli Stuffed Balls, Turkish Ball
Moussaka, Turnip Snipped-Ball Casserole, Tutti-Fruti Brandied Balls;

Ukranian Ball Borscht, Upside-Down-Ball Muffins;

Vanilla from Bavarian's Ball Cream, Veloute Ball Sauce, Venezuelan Balls from
Hot Tamales, Vichyssoise Balls a la Ritz, Viennese Ball Crescents, Vitello's
Balls Tonnato, Vol-au-Vented Balls;

Waffles of Whole Wheat and Nuts, Walnut and Nut Fudge, Watercres Testicles,
Welshman's Balls with Rabbit, Western Ball Casserole, White Sauce of Balls,
Wine Mulled with Balls;

X-Rated Ball-and-Cock Flamer's Flambe;

Yoghurt with Hurt Balls, Yorkshire Ball Pudding;

Zabaglione's Bag of Balls, Zarda Ball Grande, Zucchini with Balls of the
Courageous Florentines, Zuppa Ball Inglese.

... and that's about it.

(Other pieces by and from Classy Bitch are found by clicking index-by-author
on the eunuch.org homey page. CB is a M to E to W in Toronto. She likes to
think of herself as a ballsy ball-less babe with brains. Then again, she often
doesn't much like to think at all.)

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Our National Sport

Summary: In the days before Little League, an ambitious teenaged pitcher is thwarted.

Kids these days have access to protective equipment that didn't exist except
for professional athletes when I was a kid., Nobody seemed to think that kids
playing in a sandlot baseball game might get hit "down there."
I was sixteen, an excellent pitcher, fair batter, and a very fast runner,
important before there were designated hitters. I have a picture of myself at
that time in my bathing suit. I had very wide shoulders, a wasp waist,
muscular chest and arms, hairy legs, hair on my chest.That was only two years
ago.
Next to me is a mirror. The reflection shows a soft-looking young person with
a hairless chest, belly, and legs, wide fat hips, thick thighs, and a big fat
behind. I have a boy's penis and a loose empty scrotum. When I run, my thighs
rub together, my hips sway like a girl's, and my big fat ass jiggles.I have
barely half the muscular strength I had when the picture was taken.
So, what happened ? I was pitching a pickup game with a few friends in the
park. They didn't make cup jocks for kids in those days. All I was wearing
under my pants was boxer shorts. I pitched my fast ball. Jerry Mahoney sent it
right back at me at about 150 miles per hour. Just then, a reflection from the
windshield of a passing car dazzled me. I didn't see that the ball was coming
back at waist level. I didn't notice it until it crashed into my groin,
smashing my balls out of existence. There was an instant of absolute total
pain. I couldn't scream; I couldn't even breathe. I could swear that my heart
stopped for a moment. What a shame it started again.
I remember collapsing on the ground, puking, and squirming, then darkness. I
didn't hurt much when I woke up. There wasn't anything left to hurt. The
doctor tried to break the news to me gradually, first that I would never have
any kids, then that there wouldn't be any point in getting married, then I'd
never be strong enough to play baseball again, and so on. Well, it was all
true. I'm a fat, sexless, feminine-looking weakling, and I wish I were dead.

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    Jim rapes Deanna, a doctor's assistant. She and her co-workers
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    Jim worked at an office just above a small doctor's surgery. Over
    the past 2 weeks he'd noticed Deanna, a new assistant at the
    surgery. She was big, with a broad arse and huge, slightly droopy
    boobs. One day, Jim's office was empty and only Deanna was at the
    surgery-both of them were closing their offices.

    "Come up and let's have a drink," shouted Jim out of his window. A
    few minutes later, Deanna came up. She must have been excited, as
    her huge nipples were straining the front of her blouse.

    They went to Jim's office. He gave her a beer and they talked. then
    he suddenly started playing with her breasts. "We should stop now,"
    said Deanna. "No," said Jim. He pushed her onto his desk and ripped
    off her blouse. "No!!" gasped Deaanna. "Yes!" said Jim. He pulled
    her huge breasts free of her bra, and sucked her thumb-sized
    nipples. Against her wishes, Deanna started moaning. Thinking she
    consented, Jim rucked up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. He
    then dropped his trousers, revealing a long, slim penis and small,
    hard balls. He thrust himself into Deanna and forcibly fucked her,
    bringing her to two orgasms before they came together.

    Deanna left in tears, and went straight home. Next day, she didn't
    come to work. Sarah, the other doctor's assistant,and Marie, the
    doctor, came to visit her at home. She told them what had happened
    to her.

    Marie, the doctor, suggested a way to get revenge. Next day, Deanna
    returned to work, and invited Jim down to the surgery when everyone
    else had gone. Quick as a flash, he went.

    Deanna sat him down, pulled off her blose and bra and pushed her
    big tits into his face. Sitting on his lap she pulled his throbbing
    dick free. Just then she squeezed his balls hard.

    "Ow!!" he screamed. At that instant Sarah and Marie burst out of
    hiding. They quickly gagged Jim, and strapped him to the chair.
    Then they dropped his trousers.

    "I hope you enjoyed raping Deanna," said Marie. "It was your last
    fuck-unless a man fucks you." Jim cried as he realised what was to
    happen. Marie produced a sharp muscle scalpel and gave it to
    Deanna."You know what to do," she said.

    Jim had always fantasised about castration, but had thought his
    genitals would shrivel up at the very threat of it. Instead, he had
    the hardest erection ever. Perhaps it was because he was eentranced
    by the sight of Deanna's big tits, which were swollen with
    excitement. For Deanna was really excited this time, unlike at her
    rape which was purely reflexive.

    Marie and Sarah masturbated themselves while Deanna placed the
    scalped blade at the base of Jim's penis. "I hope this hurts you as
    much as you did me," Deanna said. She slowly cut off Jim's penis
    and testicles, and then triumphantly held them up. All three women
    came convulsively.

    Marie sealed up the wound. Sarah took the severed openis to a local
    lady taxidermist. An hour later she returned with the stuffed penis
    and testicles, now permanently erect.

    Jim was given a sound thrashing on his bare backside by the
    muscular Marie. He was then ordered to suck each woman in turn.
    Then they released him, but on the understanding that he would go
    down on them on demand. Failure to do so would mean that his eunuch
    status would be publicised all over the town.

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Careless Talk Costs Balls!!

Summary: News story about a woman who castrates her brother, apparently fearing rape by him.

` From the Amanova site.. `

WOMAN CUTS OFF BROTHER'S TESTICLES

A 49-year-old Romanian woman allegedly waited until her brother fell asleep,
then chopped off his testicles with the bread knife to stop him getting
frisky.

Frasina Ciobanu said she was fed up with the suggestive remarks from Ioan,
who's 47.

He is now in intensive care at a hospital in their home town of Brasov.

Frasina, who is 49, is being held in custody.

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Bad Gelding Dream

Summary: A Real Dream I had about my future ex-girl friend. Dream happen 6-4-8

I’m driving in a car with a girl that I think is my new girl friend, but I
can’t remember her name. She is showing me her hometown. We are in a parking
lot. We see this girl getting in her car and driving away.

“I hate that slut,” my girl friend tells me, after she has driven away. “She
slept with every guy she liked.”

She points at this run down looking building across the parking lot.

"That's where we are going tonight, " she says.

“Can we order food there,” I ask.

“I want to wait till tonight to bring you there,” she says. “I want you to
look your best.”

“I don't look that bad now,” I said. “It's just a bite to eat. Besides it
would be easier to check the place out now when it's not packed full of
people. Maybe I could just run in to use the bathroom real quick? I do have to
go really bad."

“Whatever,” she says. “I am going back to the inn, take a shower and get ready
for tonight. You know how to walk back to the inn from here.”

“Sure,” I replied and kissed her.

I jumped out of the car.

“I really have to go, bad,” I said.

She slid over to the drivers seat and drove off. I walked in the place
expecting a nice dance or party place, but what I saw was a room crowded with
too many old pinball machines, pool tables, and arcade games. If felt cramped
even when no one was there. There were only two small tables for eating and a
bar to get cold beer. This is the place she wants me all dressed up for? Is
she crazy?

I still have to go. I look for the bathroom. A door with a big hole in it
which is half stuck open has a sign that says ‘Co`ed Bathroom’. I look in to
see if anyone is already using it. A fat guy stumbles out. It smells like
there is a decaying corpse in there. I look to the side of the door. I see a
narrow hallway with blue tiles like in a locker room. The tiles look like they
have never been cleaned. I look around but don’t see a sign saying where it
goes. I think what the heck. Can't be any worse then the other bathroom? I go
down the hall. I find old shower rooms and hallways full of broken bathroom
stalls with the stall walls all bent or broken and hanging to the side. The
hallway turns and I find more stalls that I can't use. I start to hear the
distant laughter of kids. It grows louder. I pass a girl waiting inline for a
good stall. She looked to be about 10 years old. I think a local may know her
way around.

"Do you know where the stand up stalls for guys would be?" I ask.

She points down the hall and smiles.

i thank her and start walking down the hall. Around the next corner I find the
stand up stalls, but there is a group of young girls picking on this one boy
that was going. I hope they don't see me. I look back the way I came and the
girl that gave me direction is following me. She is smiling. She looks at me
and then at the Stall, waiting for me to go.

“I really have to go bad,” I say.

She giggled. I angled myself so she couldn't see and start to relieve myself.
The boy that was being picked on ran away down the hall where we came from.
All the girls that were around him are now looking at me. They run over to
watch me. The first girl squeezes forward so she has an angle to see. Another
girl squeezes in the other side and grabs my thing. She is wiggling it around,
making me pee on the walls, the floor, myself and on the girls. They are
laughing. I ask them to please stop. An older girl about 15 comes out of the
shadows. She looks a little like the girl my girl friend pointed out in the
parking lot.

"Aren't you that girl’s new boyfriend?" she asks.

“Maybe,” I replied.

I was finally finished. The girl stopped wiggling it.

“My older sister told me if she sees you, she will hack off your balls,” the
girl said.

I laughed.

"Like you know how to?" I said.

One of the girls behind me pulls my pants down.

Music starts playing somewhere. I look around to find my cell phone alarm
going off, next to bed. Time to get up and go to work.

(Edited by Liana M) Great thanks to her, my Story can be better told. any
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Tight Jeans Can Change a Guy

Summary: Fashions change.  Once  high school guys had to wear their jeans as tight as possible.   This could and did create an interesting situation and condition to the rapidly maturing kid's body.

High school male students in the mid-sixties subscribed to the fashion of
wearing ones pants very tight. The popular styles of slacks were designed to
fit tightly. But for most guys, the desirable garment was jeans. While most
schools had dress codes forbidding jeans, the prohibitiion did not include the
new fashion colors available, or corduroy jeans in similar colors and fit,
which as designed was to be snug. by buying a size smaller than the standard,
they were definitely skin-tight.

But a kid who was daring went beyond that look and selected a pair of jeans
that fit as snugly as a rubber glove (and looked it). Jeans labelled "slim
cut" and a couple sized smaller than taraditional fit were acquired. One's
genitals were carefully displayed with the testes balanced either side of the
center seam below the fly, and the penis pointing upwards, to the right or
left, depending on one's preference.

Beyond that, if one had the body and the "balls" and could find the right
jeans, a kid could wear " **tighter-than-skin-tight jeans** ". This was
popular both for school and afterwords. A heavy leather belt circled the
waist.

It was easy for the wearer to determine himself if he was wearing that fit. An
hour in a pair of tighter-than-skin-tight jeans and you had a numbing feeling
in your genitalia, and most likly everywhere below the belt cinched waist.
When the jeans were removed, the seams left indentaions on both the inside and
outside of your legs and along the hips. Since both Levis and Wranglers had
studs attaching the pockets and belt loops, prominent 1/4 ich round marks were
found in those positions.

If one really wanted to focus attention on his basket, a thick eleastic band
or a hair band was placed around the penis and behind the testes, emphasizing
the numbness of that area. However, the jeans were tight enough that details
of the basket were mashed into the body.

These fashions kept the wearer well aware of his sexual urges and needs. Of
course wearing tighter-than-skin-tight jeans continually during his high
school career could and did create the condition of non-functional testes.
However, it was worth it for the look and the feeling. One could say that a
kid who had the balls to do this, lost them!

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Suprised

Summary: The slave loves castration fantasy but never in the realm of his imagination does he believe she would grant him his wish.

` The slave meets with his beautiful mistress. She greets him wearing high
black spikes,she is topless exposing huge firm breasts with long protruding
nipples. The mistress is given a written note of the slaves death fantasy. The
mistress then proceeds to fulfill his wishes. She gouges each nipple hard
drawing blood and drags her nails down his chest,reaching his sac,she hooks
her nails in deep and pulls up hard raking them until the pain is unbearable.
She then ties him to a table and spreads his legs apart so she can work freely
in fulfilling his dream. She takes six long needles and slowly very slowly
into each testicle and nipple and puts the last two through his thick cock.
The blood starts to flow and the mistress gets off on that and pulls up two
long knives with curved thin blades. She tells the slave she is going to
tortue him to death and she hold true to her promise by slowly cutting off his
balls in one quick swipe.The mistress then takes a second swipe and his dick
is now on his chest shooting cum as it spasams for the last time. The mistress
shoves the dick in his mouth and holds his balls up high claiming some sort of
power she has always wanted. She then takes the knife and proceeds to run it
all the way to the hilt into the bleeding cavity. The slave is in extocy the
mistress is even more fulfilled. The mistress somehow loves this slave and out
of her mercy she decides to disembowel him by digging deep into his stomach
with both knives and slicing up untill his intestines fall freely out on the
table. She puts them on his chest and kissig him long and deep she slices his
throat to end his suffering. The mistress is filled with power now and awaits
her next subject with true confidence of being a genuine Diva of lust.

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The End of a Boxer

Summary: A boxer goes crazy in the ring and pays for his mistake.Please send comments to: Jay_32@hotmail.com

` THE END OF A BOXER `

The slave, Jake “The Gorilla”, is a championship boxer in his prime. At 24, he
has a massive 6’3” height and 260 lbs of pure muscle. With dark swarthy
features and a hairy back and chest, his muscular arms and legs validate his
title “gorilla”. However, his days as a boxer are over and soon his days as a
man.

Yesterday, in a testosterone rage Jake savagely killed his owner’s son in the
ring. The boy of 18 wanted to spar with his father’s prime possession, against
Jake’s trainer’s advice. Jake played with the boy during the first two rounds.
He took the third round off, actually letting the lad think he had a chance.
Then in the fourth round, Jake “The Gorilla” slowly and methodically beat the
boy to death, not letting him touch the matt until just before the bell.

I am the boy’s father and I have decided the fate of this slave.

(Six months later)

Although no longer a man, Jake has adjusted to his new life. I decided that
the only compensation Jake could provide is a life of discipline and
punishment. I have always had a shop out in the barn. Lately I have added
three additional rooms within the barn to accommodate Jake and his new
position. I have installed a cell for Jake with a customized table. On one
side of the cell, just outside the bars is a one-way mirror to my room, so
that I can keep an eye on him at all times. The cell opens into my special
dungeon where Jake performs his a portion of his daily service.

I have gradually started modifying Jake’s schedule and in the process Jake
himself. I instituted the daily enema. Jake now dutifully climbs up on the
rack and takes a full gallon enema and holds it for 45 minutes before
releasing it, after obtaining permission of course. He is then plugged with a
large butt plug for the day’s work.

Jake has been modified to meet my needs and to stop his aggression. I had him
stripped after the funeral by two of my other slaves. He was taken into the
shop for revisions. After his first enema lesson, he was spread-eagled
standing against one wall. He was shaved of all body hair and remains that
way. I moved my portable worktable up and adjusted it to the height of his
dick. After gently retracting the foreskin of his 12 inch tool, I stretched it
out and hammered a nail through the head and down through the urethra. A large
ring has been inserted for securing him and reminding him of his position.
Additional rings were placed in his nipples and are now often weighted as part
of the training.

I told Jake that he needed to have one more modification to become complete.

After giving Jake a night in his cell to think things over, I did the final
modification on the second day. He was given his morning enema and taken to
the shop and again spread eagled. Sitting just in front of him on my worktable
was my castrating band. He went wild and could hardly be placed in position. I
just sat on my workbench and waited for quite awhile for it all to sink in.

I excused my slaves. Then I washed his cock and walnut sized balls in hot soap
and water. I lowered his balls through the open band that was laying on the
edge of the bench. In a ceremony that emphasized his contrition and
submission, I slowly began masturbating his big cock. He tried not to become
excited, but with the fear and the butt plug, he produced a glorious erection.
Deliberately and meticulously I slowly bought him to the breach of climax,
only to stop and rest him. On the fifth course of arousal I slowly bought him
to a full ejaculation. As he shot loads of hot cum all over the floor, I
pulled his balls all the way down. Just as the last spasm subsided I clamped
his nuts. He screamed for quite some time.

Over the next few hours his nuts became darker and colder and began the
process of dying. He never lost consciousness, although just barely. During
this time I took my riding crop and by periodically caressing his dick, I
maintained him erect. Later that night I had my worktable bought over and my
vice placed with his dying nuts in between. Slowly and deliberately I again
began his torture. I closed the vice, making sure that he never quite lost
consciousness. When they were finally closed and Jake’s screaming had reduced
itself to a whimper, I had the vet come and sew him up. The plates of the vice
had the blood and sinew of this great fighter’s balls spread all over them. I
had it scraped off and put in a jar of formaldehyde. To this day they are on a
shelf high on the wall in Jake’s cell.

Jake has a new life now. Each morning he receives his daily enema and steroid
injection. He is maintained with good muscularity for work but little
testosterone. After plugging he works naked as a field slave. He is always
given manual work to keep him in shape. Each evening, after being hosed down,
he goes to the dungeon for discipline and punishment. He is placed in the
spread-eagle position facing the wall of whips and devices I have procured for
his torture. He begins each session with 18 strokes of the whip, one for each
year of my son’s life. The strokes are administered to a different part of his
anatomy each day so that no permanent damage results and he cannot anticipate
his use. Additional strokes are given for punishment for each infraction since
the previous day. He always gets a few and sometimes many. After the
punishment, he is racked and tortured to my satisfaction. I think he is
beginning to think of the whips as his friends and likes the attention I give
him.

Finally, he ends his day at a special table that I have built in his cell. His
legs, spread wide apart, are secured to the feet of this heavy table. His dick
is secured to the floor via the ring. He is tied to rings in the table that
are the in the right place for his nipple rings and his hands are secured well
out in front of him. Then I take off my belt and re-warm his ass, thighs and
back for a good “old fashioned” fucking.

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Ricky Visits America  - The Conclusion

BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, MINOR, Mentioned; no sex

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