Castration 2 - Translation by Memberno

Summary: Retranslation of Kastration 2 done by memberno.

` It's come this far today: Today, they're coming to fetch me for castration.
For three days I've been waiting in my cell. `

Yesterday a female attendant came to tell me that my plea for mercy had been
rejected and that I would be fetched today.

First I'll be shaved and then taken for castration.

It's shortly before ten. They'll be here soon. Everything is quiet. Suddenly,
I hear the click of high heels that are

slowly approaching. It's them. A pair of them are on their way. They stop
outside my cell. The door is opened and the

two female attendants step in.

The grab me immediately. They tug me out into the passageway. They tell me
that I cannot defend myself against them. In

case I should try anything stupid, they would punish me with electric prods.
The show me the equipment. One of the two

holds her prod between my legs and gives me a shock that takes my breath away.
Without resistance, I let myself by led by them

through a long corridor into a small room. There a third woman is already
waiting for us.

The attendants strap me firmly onto a processing chair and tell their
colleague that she can begin. She begins work immediately.

It's her job to shave me. She tilts the back of the chair down and brings me
to a nearly prone position. Now she takes an

electric razor, kneels before me and begins to shave of my pubic hair with it.

While she's at it she doesn't look at me. To her, I don't seem to be present
at all. Just my lower body takes up all her

attention. She begins with the hair above my penis. She takes my member firmly
in hand and removes the hair around it. Then

she raises it to get a clear view of my scrotum. The entire shave lasts about
five minutes.

The woman is finished. She releases my penis, stands up and makes room tor the
two attendants, who unstrap me from the chair.

They grab me and leave the room with me. Again we walk through various
corridors, until we reach a steel door in front of

which the attendants stop.

A red light over the door indicates that behind it a castration is in
progress. We wait. Several minutes pass and finally

the light goes out and the door is opened.

It begins: I'm led into the room in which in just a few minutes my castration
will take place. In the middle of this room

is an operating table on wheels. On its sides are straps with which men can be
fastened to it.

The castration will be carried out by two scantily clad young women. Both wear
only a bikini and high-heeled shoes. The one,

a redhead, is the actual castratrix; the other, a blonde, assists her while
during the operation.

The two women strap me onto the operating table. My arms and legs are tied
tightly to it, so that I can no longer move. I am

no longer able to escape my fate. In barely a minute they will begin to remove
my balls. It would be senseless to beg these

women for mercy. Castration is fun for them. The fear of their victims gives
them pleasure. With great care they carry out

each hand movement. Everything is perfectly positioned. I notice that they
have already carried out many emasculations.

They begin: Next, I get an anesthetic. The redhead takes a syringe, grasps my
balls, raises them, sticks the needle into my

scrotum and gives me a shot of anesthetic. She tells me that in two minutes I
won't feel a thing down there. A few seconds

pass without anything happening. Then the injection gradually begins to take
effect. Everything gets numb. I no longer feel

my penis and testicles. The redhead takes a needle and sticks me behind the
scrotum to determine to her satisfaction that I

can't feel pain any longer. Now she can begin with the actual castration.

In the meantime the blonde has prepared everything. On a small wheeled wagon
are the utensils needed for my castration.

The redhead takes a flat elongated bowl and places it between my legs. In it
my genitals are to be placed after they've been

cut off. Then she grabs a knife and starts. With her left hand she lightly
raises my balls in order better to be able to remove

them. With her right hand she places the knife behind my scrotum and positions
it for cutting. The blade now touches my skin.

Slowly she lets it penetrate. She directs the cut precisely. Inch by inch whe
works through skin, blood vessels and cords.

After a brief minute my scrotum has been removed from my body. The redhead
holds my balls in her hand. With a smile, she lays

them into the bowl. Next, it's my penis's turn. She grips it, pulls on it a
bit, places the knife up against the root and slices

it off with a short, clean cut. She places it, too, into the bowl.

Now the redhead has to close my wound. She ties off the blood vessels, closes
the opening with clamps and finally puts a large

bandage between my legs. There's nothing left down there.

It is done: My castration is over. The redhead sets the bowl containing my
penis and testicles aside. The blond takes them and

proceeds directly with their destruction. A machine that's similar to a meat
grinder serves the purpose. She fills it with my

genitals and starts the apparatus up.

AFter five seconds it's over: My penis and testicles have been chopped up. The
ground genitals fall into a large container, where

they are immediately miexed up with the remains of the previous castrations.
The entire mass will later be disposed of in an

oven.

The two attendants come in again. I'm still lying there, tightly tied to the
operating table. They take me and roll me back into

my cell. The shove me in, turn off the light and close the doors. I am alone
again.

* * *


A Roman Punishment

Summary: Captain Martinus begins the punishment of Licus.  One of his men who made the misstake of sodomizing then gelding one of the Governors's male slaves

` `

The man bound in the frame was struggling against the ropes. He was Licus, one
of the Captain’s best fighters, a really strong man, but he was unable to free
himself no matter how hard he pulled on the cords around his wrists. He was
working up quite a sweat though, and his taught, lean body was glistening.
Captain Matinus gazed at the firm belly in front of him and reached out to
touch it. He ran his hand slowly down the man’s firm abdomen and stopped when
his hand reached the cord around his waist holding the loin cloth. Licus went
still and looked down at his Captain.

“Oh Captain, forgive me. I didn’t know they were the Governor’s slaves. I
never would have touched any of them if I knew.”

“Do not beg Licus. It will do you no good. For what you did to the governor’s
slave was permanent and irreversible. Your punishment is to be death, but
before you pass, you will experience as much pain as a man can endure. You
will go to Hades a eunuch.”

With the last statement, Licus let out a long moan of , “NOOOOOO…” and the
Captain motioned for one of his men to gag the prisoner. He reached out again
and grasped the cord of his loincloth. With a quick yank, he pulled it off,
exposing Licus’ manhood.

“Bring me the weighted whip.”

Taking the small black leather whip with the weighted tip, he gave it a few
swipes at the air then took aim at Licus’ genitals. The first blow landed
squarely between his twin orbs and caused a violent thrashing of Licus on the
frame. The next 20 or so blows had a similar effect. Licus vomited into his
gag. He tried to evade the tip of the whip, the white hot pain that it caused,
but he could do very little but jerk his hips. There was nowhere for his nuts
to hide. One time he tried to fake out the Captain and thrust his groin
forward, then pulling it back as the whip arched toward his manhood. The
Captain was a master of the whip, and only had to adjust by leaning forward a
little, to cause the whip to snap perfectly on his scrotum just as his ass
jutted out to the limit of its travel.

All of the men looked on at this manhood whipping in total awe. Most of them
became aroused and their hardening dicks began to ooze precum in their
loincloths. The Captain also became aroused, but his manhood was not hidden.
It was on display, bound up tight to his belly. His cock flopped about as he
whipped the man, and long strings of cum lashed the air from its tip. As Licus
started to give in to the whipping and he became broken, the Governor called
out to Martinus. “Stop the whipping. It is time to nail him to the frame and
begin his slow castration.”

To be continued….

* * *

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Deeply nested clauses (4) in one sentence


Her Needs 1

Summary: Girl friend gets her own back on her ex

` Jen was 20 years old, Ed was a little older at 21, he was very sexual and
sometimes jen couldn't keep up. She didn't go out as much as Ed, she wasn't
shy though and knew that Ed got hardons all the time over her ample breast and
shaven pussy. One nightout after a row, Ed went out and pulled another girl
behind Jens back., The girl being Jens friend told on Ed so there was no way
out of it for him. Jen confronted Ed and told him she knew all about it. She
wanted to curb his sex drive so he wouldn't go afterother girls anymore. But
first, she wanted to pulla guy to make it even. Ed looked at her andthought
how he didn't wantanyone else being with her. `

She rolled her eyes, and told him "I should cut your balls off for it really
shouldn't i?" Ed looked astonished, Jen;laughed and told him instead he
wouldhave to wear a little surprise for her night out with him."i'll enjoy
seeing you take this!" she walked off,and laughed again, returning from her
room she held a red thong inher right hand and a black butt plug in her left.
Ed went red, "You'll also be wearing my white trousers as well, you know the
ones" sadly Ed did. "The ones that you can see stuff through?" he said
sheepishly. She nodded and handed him the plug.... "Stick it up then,i wanna
watch" Strangely Ed was relaxed and the plug (medium) slid up with a little
lube. "Now theknickers!" Ed gulged, he knew the white trousers were skin tight
on Jen and his hips were wider. He looked at her, she looked back with a nice
smirk on her face "fits nice,held in tight by those" pointing at the
thong.then he went uyp stairs with her and put on the trousers. Helooked a
sight,the plug was easy to see. A red bra aswell, and heeled shoes. She
laughed "puff" she said.

"No there's something bulging from those knickers, we'll have to sort that
righht away"..... down came the trousers and thong, his balls hung down. She
grabbed them and began to wrap a rubber band or two round them. "no, not now"
she said,"later, when more can see them go." (to be comtinued)

* * *

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Devil Got Your Dick

Summary: Tim wanted everything. However, one generally pays a high price for greed. In this case, Tim pays with his cock!

It was Friday and Tim was excited about going to a party at Cindy's house with
his former class mates. Tim had graduated from high school and it was now five
years later. Unfortunately, Tim had a reputation for greed and did not mind
stepping on others to get what he wanted. That night at the party, Tim asked
Cindy what the wheel was for in the middle of the room. The wheel had leather
straps atatched to it for a person's hands and feet. "Why, its called the
"greed" wheel Tim", Cindy advised. "Its a game of chance. But I warn you Tim,
if a man loses, there is a high price to be paid." In his usual greedy style,
Tim asked what he could win. Cindy advised that "if a man wins the game, the
man gets to fuck all the women at the party". Tim then asked what would happen
if he lost. "Oh, replied Cindy, you draw a "card of fate" and that determines
what happens." Without thinking, Tim advised that he wanted to play the game.
Cindy signaled to the other girls at the party. For whatever reason, Tim
noticed that the other men left the party, leaving him to the women. "How do I
play", Tim asked? "Tim, take a close look at the wheel. You will note that
each women's name is written in an area at the edge of the wheel. Also, you
will notice that in 4 areas that the wheel reads "Fate". Each time you land on
a woman's name, you get to fuck her. You must spin the wheel 5 times, once for
each woman. However, if you stop the wheel on "fate", you must draw a "fate
card" and submit to whatever it says." The women gathered around the wheel,
along with Tim. "Are you ready to spinj the wheel Tim", Cindy asked? "Yes",
replied Tim. "Spin the wheel Tim", advised Cindy. Tim grabbed the wheel and
caused it to spin several times. Unfortunately, Tim landed on "fate". "Select
a card Tim", demanded Cindy. Tim slowly selected a fate card. "Read it out
loud Tim", said Cindy. Tim's face turned white and he slowly read "your cock
and balls will be tortured and then, your cock will be cut off". Tim was
secured to the wheel. The music began to play loudly. Trish walked up to Tim
and slowly unzipped his pance and took out his cock and balls. Tim had an 8
inch "uncut" cock. As the music played, the girls danced around him. Greedy
man, not what you planned, time to suffer, time to scream, time to lose your
manly thing. One by one, the women took turns sucking and stroking his big
throbbing cock. Tim cummed 5 times, and endured the pain of having the tip of
his cock head chewed on after each cum. Tim's hands moved violently, but, he
was secured tightly. Its time to lose your cock Tim. Each women took turns
slowly cutting on his cock as Tim screamed. Oh fuck, please, not my cock,
fuckin no. But, it was too late. Tim's greed cost him his cock!

* * *


Uniform Circumcision Act of 2008

Summary: All genitals of young people are to be removed in the new world order.

Washington DC 01/24/2008 3:07pm

President Elizabeth Dole signed the Uniform Circumcision Act into
law today, briefly described as:

All males 18 and younger shall be circumcised with the "New
Technique" described as cutting around and through the redundent
tissue called the "penis" leaving a "urination location" no more
than 1/4" in lenght.

All females 18 and younger shall be circumcised with the "New
Female Technique" , which is described as removal of the clitoris
at its base.

These methods are needed, said President Dole, to keep the
population size in check in times of dire enviornmental need, and
to keep our young people on the path to righteous-ness.

Only minor protests were heard from adults, as the first batch of
teenagers from the Capitol Area were sent to the health centers for
the procedure.

Disney Corp is said to be studying theme parks based on the health
processing center.

(end of part 1)

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Toy Factory Part 7  - A Special Case

Summary: The Doctor\'s latest client is not what you expect ...

` A Special Case `

The man woke. He knew what had happened to him. Now he lay semi-conscious, at
the Doctor’s mercy.

The man’s deep blue eyes stared at the mirror above him, no longer able to
close and artificially kept moist.

The mirror revealed to him his predicament and the consummation of his
desires. He was the Doctor's latest client and now he was beginning his new
way of life

The man tried to move, but he found he couldn’t. He tried to lift his head,
but he couldn’t. He tried to open his mouth to push the gag out but he
couldn’t. His nose was feeling strange … tubes were in it. Obviously pumping
air in but not enough it seemed. He felt breathless and weak.

The Doctor looked on from the shadows of the corner of the room. A smile
crossed his face. Another client for the “Special” ward

The man was locked in a whole body metal brace. His legs and arms had bolts
that held the frame in place. The bolts could not be removed and a surgical
halo was permanently attached to the man’s head.

His knees and elbows had been surgically fixed in place and would be stiff
from now on. His ankles similarly fixed but his hand had both been amputated
at the wrist leaving stumps that were at present bandaged but would ultimately
be revealed for the world to see. The bolts that would enable further control
of his body already in place but hidden by the bandaging.

The man’s testicles had been removed and replaced with large metal eggs and
his penis now tightly circumcised had been stretched and clamped onto a rod.
The rod held his penis at its maximum length and then squeezed it until the
slightest engorgement would cause excruciating pain. This would prevent
erections, should they still occur. A series of rings through the cock head
enabled the brutalised cock to be pulled away from his body by a chain
attached to the overhead frame that sat above the bed

A catheter was in place to drain or infuse the man as desired by the Doctor.

The catheter was currently draining into a bag that was connected to the naso-
gastric feeding tube, recycling the man’s piss. Larger and larger catheter
tubes would gradually replace the existing tube. These would stretch the man’s
urethra until the largest sound or tube could be inserted with ease. The man
had lost control permanently of his dick.

The man’s nipples were ringed and a chain held them out from his body. The
pain kept just below his threshold.

His arsehole was filled by a butt plug that gently pulsed electricity into his
body, causing momentary spikes of pain and his arse to alternately constrict
and relax and gradually loosen his hole for ease of insertion of larger and
larger objects.

By the end of the process the man would no longer be able to control his
rectum and would need to have his bowel cleansed by enemas. The man knew that
these would be humiliating and he would have no control over their
administration.

The man’s neck was braced preventing movement. The Doctor had fused a number
of the vertebrae to ensure that no movement would ever be possible.

The man’s total bracing was in place. From now on he was reliant on the Doctor
and his staff. His body was rigid, his bodily functions controlled by others.

The Doctor smiled and silently left the room.

It had been some weeks since his operations. The man lay in his braced form on
his bed. The Doctor entered.

“Well boy, time for the final stage of your treatment.” The Doctor said with
deliberate coldness. He knew the man wanted no kindness shown.

The door opened again and two of the Doctor’s men entered. They wore full
black rubber suits, gloves and masks and carried a large rubber object

The Doctor nodded at his men and they placed the rubber object on the man’s
bed. Unrolling it revealed a large rubber sack.

They men shaved the small re-growth of black hair that had appeared on the
man’s shaven head and then they carefully picked him up and placed him in the
sack.

They carefully disconnected the tubes and wires that fed air and liquids and
the wires that connected the electrical devices to the man then fed the tubes
through holes in the sack.

The man was now imprisoned in a rubber cell.

The sack was closed, sealing the man off from the world.

Then the Doctor attached a tube to the bag and began a pump removing all the
air from the sack. The sack gradually shrank, taking the form of the braced
and bound man within.

The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed the only detectable
movement.

The Doctor’s men then lifted the prone rubber form upright.

They lifted it into a frame so that the man was vertical and then with hooks
on the outside of the sack hung the sack, with its bound victim, in the frame.
They connected a series of tubes feeding liquids and air and wires feeding
power to the butt plug device and for the heart and lung monitors that stood
beside the rubber bound and metal braced man. These monitors were all that
connected the man to the outside world and enabled the Doctor to check that
the man was physically safe.

The Doctor knew that the man would now spend the remainder of his time in this
rubber world. Forever bound and braced and controlled, the regular enema
sessions and when his guards wanted him for sex the only time when he would be
free of his rubber prison. Even then he would be in his metal bracings, unable
to move and at the mercy of the rubber suited guards.

Their free use of his orifices a constant reminder of his status.

to be continued

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Megan's Devotion

Summary: Will makes Megan his little slave

Megan waited. She lay on her bed at 5:30 stroking her engorged clit, thinking
about Will. She experimentally spanked her clit. Mmmm.

The doorbell rang. She got up and zipped up her pants, hurriedly. She went to
the door and opened it. Will stepped inside. Megan closed the door.

Will was a fairly attractive man by looks alone, but there was an aura to him
that exuded power and strength. Megan was awed by this over and over as she
took his coat.

He looked at Megan. She was flushed, her pink lips pursed in anticipation,
long, dark hair swept back into a slightly messy braid.

"Someone's been playing with herself."

"Yes, I um....well was thinking about you.."

"I know."

"Oh. You....do?"

"Indeed." Will slipped her teeshirt off over her head to expose her small
breasts.

"Such beautiful breasts." He pinched her nipples and she shuddered. He removed
his own clothing, revealing a fairly well-built body. He removed the remainder
of Megan's clothing and led her into the bedroom.

"Now, have you been a good little slut?" he asked, but before she could
answer, he put his hand down to stroke her slit.

"No, you are a naughty little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, Will."

"You shouldn't play with yourself, Meggie. Only I am allowed to touch you
between your legs. Understand?"

"Yes, Will. I have been very naughty." She felt ashamed all of a sudden and
she began undressing herself.

"Yes....and naughty little sluts get punished." Megan shuddered as will began
to handcuff her to the bed. Next came the spreader bar at her knees so that
she could not close her legs. He began to massage her slit, occasionally
lingering on her clitoris, which was now pulsating with desire.

"Does my little slut need to come?"

"Yes, please? Please may I come?" He rubbed her clit vigorously and then
suddenly spanked her pussy hard with his hand.

"No." He pinched her clit between his fingers and rolled it between them. This
was an uncomfortable intense sensation that he often applied during
punishment. She squirmed but could not close her legs. He slapped her clit
again, hard.

"Stop squirming," he gently intoned

"You have a very naughty, slutty little clit, don't you, Meggie?"

"Yes."

"Do I need to punish such a slutty little whore of a clit...hmmm?" Megan
squirmed slightly. She desperately wanted him to spank her clit again.

"Y-yes, i have a very naughty slutty little clit that should be punished." He
paused and looked at her yearning face.

"I'm not going to spank your clit. You are also under no circumstances to have
an orgasm." This made her even more excited and wet. Her clit throbbed
violently at his touch now. He pulled back her clitoral hood and stroked the
tip of her clitoris gently, causing her to squirm. He wondered that such a
small little nub could cause her to be such a bad slave.

He took out from his bag a set of nipple clamps. He pinched her nipples so
that he could affix them. They were the type that had a chain running between
them and he tightened them until her nipples were bright red. She convulsed
and shuddered. The stimulation from her nipples was causing her clit to go
wild. Will began to rub her clit hard, and she began to go up the ramp to
orgasming.

"Don't come." He said sternly and stopped. He brought out a blindfold and tied
it around her eyes. He now rummaged around for something else. he found it,
and then placed a large black towel under her. She waited with anticipation.
He knelt between her legs and played with the item in his hand.

"Megan, your little clit needs to be punished. What I have in my hand is a
scalpel. I am going to make small cuts in a few sensitive areas to punish you
for squirming so much. I am going to gag you so that you won't scream."

Megan was silent as he placed the gag in her mouth, somewhat excited by this
new prospect, but also somewhat afraid. He had never cut her anywhere before.
He knelt between her legs again and slid his fingers into her pussy. They slid
in easily, as her vagina was slippery and quite wet. He massaged her g-spot
for a little while and then rubbed her clit almost to the point of her coming.
When she was just about to come, he spanked her clit. That wonderfully
engorged clit, surrounded by fleshy folds of luxurious inner labia and a
fleshy clitoral hood. All of this skin was beautiful, womanly. She gasped
through her gag. He slapped her clit twice more and then carefully made a cut
just at the tip of her clitoris, pulling thefleshy labia back. A mixture of
intense pleasure and intense pain seared through her body as she screamed into
the gag.

"Megan, are you dedicated thoroughly to being my little fuckslave?" She
nodded.

"Good. I am glad to hear that. Are you willing to do anything for me?" She
nodded again. He looked at her pussy, beautiful except for the one selfish
blemish. The only thing standing in the way of her being his completely. He
ungagged her.

"Megan, there is only one thing in the way of you being my little fuckslut. Do
you you want me to make you mine?"

"Yes Will, please." He gagged her again. She still was uncertain of what he
meant, but she had wanted to be his little slut since they had first met. He
looked at her pussy again and stroked the folds of skin gently.

"You will be allowed one last selfish act." He began to rub her clit
vigorously, and after a little while she came, her whole body shuddering. He
let her calm back down and then knelt between her legs.

"Alright Megan. It's time to be mine. I'm going to cut off your clitoris now,
so that you will be my little fuckslut with no selfish thoughts." Megan
squirmed, but Will had already begun the short but intensly painful process of
cutting the small bundle of nerves free from her body. She screamed into the
gag and then passed out. Will cauterized the wound and untied the unconscious
girl. He curled up next to her and smiled.

"Mine," he thought.

* * *


Fat Man's Castration

Summary: Kind nurse helps a frustrated obese man.

` Hello. I am a nurse at a "bariatrics" clinic. we work with extremely obese
patients. I am a married woman. 43. `

Several weeks ago, one of my patients, Mr.__________, confided in me that he
has been sexually frustrated for years. He is unable to find a partner due to
his weight problem. (He is close to 400 pounds).

After thinking about this for awhile I decided that a quick and painless
castration would be best for him. At first he was hesitant but he soon
realized it was for the best. I have assisted in several such proceedures and
knew i could do it well for the patient.

Over the week-end I met Mr.___ at the clinic. I prepared him for the
proceedure and administered a sedative to relax him. After an hour or so in
which we just chatted i helped him into a reclining chair to better support
his weight. I injected a local anesthesia and waited for it to take effect.

He was nervous at first but I assured him everything would be fine and that
after a few weeks or months at most he no longer will be frustrated.

The only real difficulty i encountered was geting to his genitals because of
the large amounts of fat. However once i did it was quite simple for me to
perform the proceedure. Using the tools i had often seen the Doctor use, i
quickly cut open his scrotum and excised the testicles. They were somewhat
smaller than i expected but came out easily and with no complications. Mr.
______ was now a eunuch.The entire castration was less than an hour.

Afterwards I told him he should rest that evening and the next day. Monday is
his regular appointment day and I would make sure all is healing well. I
explained about the hot flashes he may have.Left unsaid was the complete
impotence that should be in place before too long and the reduction in size
that will occur to his penis.

I have thought about Mr_______ often since I castrated him,and I feel a warm
fondness for him. I hope we will remain friends.

As his nurse i will observe his penis becoming smaller and of course i know he
will be impotent. But as a eunuch, he will not mind or care. And that is the
point, isnt it?

* * *


Temptation Island

Summary: Babes pulled exotic dancer's balls off

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. More 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.

* * *


High Heels (straight)

She warned me what she would do if she caught me cheating again, but I never
thought she would go through with it. My girlfriend is a very hot and kinky
lady and I don't know why I cheat on her but..... She was out of town and when
she got back she found out I had slept with one of her friends. ( a Kate Moss
lookalike, how could I help myself) I told her I was sorry and it would never
happen again, all the usual bs. Instead of being angry she took me in her arms
and told me maybe she was leaving me unsatisfied and maybe she was partially
to blame. Wow, not only was I not in trouble, but also she was getting turned
on. She asked if I wanted to try something new and I said I would love to. Out
to the garage where she blindfolded me, and tied me to the workmate. (We love
bondage games so I wasn't worried) She went back into the house and when she
came back she took off my blindfold. All she was wearing were black stockings
and black high heels! My cock stood straight up and she climbed up on the
workmate and burried my face into her pussy. I was so busy eating her I didn't
realize she had worked her high heels right over my balls. Just when she
started to cum, she dropped all her weight onto my balls. I screamed in pain
and passed out. When I came to, her and a friend of hers who I always thought
was a real bitchy dyke, smiled and gagged me. Now what, thinking it couldn't
get any worse and then I saw the gigantic hedge clippers in her
hands........................


Nullo Brothers

Summary: Hustler brothers victimize their older johns. Until the tables are turned.

` Mike and Mark were brothers and used to be hustlers. They advertised in the
classified ads of the local gay tabloid: `

"Handsome butch brothers. Both uncut tops. Expensive but worth it." The pager
number they listed was changed weekly.

They worked together to prey on older, wealthy guys who could afford two
hustlers at time and were turned on by being fucked by brothers simultaneously
in the mouth and ass. They tied up their johns, double-fucked them senseless,
then gagged them and shot Polaroids of their victim with various objects
shoved up his ass...a banana, a broomstick, whatever was handy. Sometimes one
brother would piss on the victim, the yellow stream glinting in the light of
the camera's flash. They took their time filling their car with anything of
value they could find in the house and left with a warning that they'd send
photos to the victim's relatives, neighbors and place of business if the
police were summoned.

It was a lucrative gig, until one of their victims confided to a friend. The
friend booked the brothers for an evening appointment. The brothers were
practically drooling as a effeminate old queen dressed in a silk caftan and
dripping with gold jewelry met them at the massive front door of his Georgian
mansion. This would be their best score yet, they thought, eyeing each other
knowingly. "Hi boys! Please do come in and we'll all get acquainted over a
cosmopolitan," the older man lisped as he waved them inside with limply
fluttering hands. He sashayed across the foyer, leading the brothers into a
walnut paneled library. "Please, sit wherever you like." The brothers settled
into a deep, down-filled damask sofa as their mark moved a tray with three
glasses and cocktail shaker from a credenza to the cocktail table. One glass
was half full. "I know it's rude, boys, but I started without you." He poured
two more drinks for the brothers and raised his own glass in a toast. "Here's
to new beginnings. Bottoms up!" The brothers smirked at each other and all
three men downed their drinks in single gulps. "Woo! I've had my limit," the
older man said as he fanned his face with both hands, "but we shouldn't let
this go to waste." More drinks were poured for the boys. As the brothers
sipped their drinks, the older man ranted on about how the room was decorated.
As he babbled on, the boys began to feel drowsy. Eyelids became heavy. Picture
lights over the oil paintings seemed to glow strangely in diffused patterns.
The chattering of the older man segued into a muffled hum. Then, darkness.

Mark came to first. He was on his back, his knees elevated. The light in his
face was blinding and he tried to turn away. He couldn't move his arms or
legs. As he struggled to get free, he saw Mike beside him, strapped to another
table, still unconscious, his feet in stirrups. A deep, gruff voice shattered
the silence. "Remember me, boy?" Mark rolled his head to see his host step
into the light, now dressed in full leather gear. "I'm your next intended
victim. The rich old queen. Remember? Well, now I'm your new daddy. The tables
have turned, boy. And you boys are strapped to 'em. You may remember my best
friend Raymond, too." Another figure in leather stepped out of the shadows.
"You boys fucked him, humiliated him and robbed him blind. And I bet he wasn't
the only one. So, like I said before, 'Here's to new beginnings.' Things are
gonna change. I mean, REALLY change!" Both older men roared with laughter.

"There's just one more friend I want you to meet. C'mon over here, doc." A
tall man in full surgical scrubs, cap, mask and rubber gloves stepped in from
the shadows, holding a large hypodermic needle. He grabbed Mark's genitals
roughly and began jabbing the needle repeatedly around Mark's groin. Mark
shrieked, begging him to stop. "Sorry, boy. There's no stopping doc once he's
got his mind made up. In a couple of minutes, the anesthetic will kick in. But
doc hates to waste any time, dontcha, doc?." The doctor laughed under his mask
as he brandished a gleaming scalpel. The doctor grabbed Mark's scrotum and
began to brutally slice it free. Mark went wild, yelping like a coyote caught
in the jaws of a steel trap. The doctor tossed the bloody sack onto Mark's
chest. "You bagged a big one, doc," the leather daddy said as Raymond hunched
over in a guffaw. Mark felt his balls being pulled hard from his body,
followed by two sharp bolts of pain and sizzling sounds. The stench of burning
flesh flooded the room. "Laser. Fast and no bleeding," the master explained to
his friend. The doctor tossed the bloody balls onto Mark's chest. "Two
points!" the master yelled, as his friend doubled over in laughter again. "And
now for the main event." The doctor grabbed Mark's penis in one hand,
stretched it away from Mark's groin and thrust a catheter roughly into his
urethra. Strangely, it didn't hurt much. The anesthetic was taking effect.
With all his strength, the doctor pulled his catheterized penis up and away
from Mark's body again, then began to slice around the base. Mark watched with
wide eyes, frozen in horror, as the doctor slowly slid his big uncut dick up
and off the catheter. The doctor peeled the foreskin back off the glans and
tossed Mark's dick onto his severed balls. "That's a first," the master
chortled. "Uncut and cut at the same time!" The master, Raymond and the doctor
all roared. As Mark's eyes stared into the eye of his dick just inches away,
he passed out.

Mark and Mike spent the next three weeks strapped into twin hospital beds,
blindfolded and fed intravenously. Morphine drips kept them heavily sedated.
They could feel their sponge baths and the changing of their bandages, but
little else. The brothers could talk to each other, but they were so heavily
drugged that the conversations were slurred and seemingly pointless.

As they came out of their haze, the brothers' blindfolds were removed. They
were each handcuffed, but otherwise free to move. Mark rolled over to talk to
his brother. "You all right, man?" Mike turned and smiled. He had no teeth.
Mark watched as Mike's eyes moved down Mark's body, fixing on Mark's groin.
Mike's jaw dropped and his eyes went wild. Mike lurched up in bed and grabbed
at his own crotch with handcuffs jangling. "Oh, god," he mumbled. "OH, GOD!"
Mark grabbed at his own crotch. There was nothing.

Mike and Mark are kept very busy these days by their master and his friends.
They are repeatedly fucked raw. From both ends, of course. Mark still resists
sometimes. He often wears the red stripes of a fresh caning on his ass to
prove it.

The master's favorite sport is simultaneously and violently "pinky fucking"
them in their relocated urethras. Unfortunately, this has made both brothers
permanently incontinent and means the boys and the basement floor need to be
hosed down frequently. The houseboy hates it and takes it out on the boys by
shoving the threaded brass end of the hose up their asses to give them icy
cold enemas.

Another unfortunate consequence of the "pinky fucking" is frequent infections
of the brothers' urethras and bladders. It's costing the master a fortune in
antibiotics.

But what the hell. It's still cheaper than getting ripped off by a couple of
pricey hustlers.

* * *


Gedanken über ein neues Leben...

NULLIFICATION, Essay; Peronsal & Anecdotal

Summary: This is a german language "essay" in which I a describing my personal situation and desires.This ist not the average "castrate-me-now"-text, but might be intersting though(!).After long years of hesistation I am positively sure now to do the final step.Mybe I have to find some "sponsors" first...In diesem deutschsprachigen Text offenbare ich quasi "mein Intimstes", es ist mehr ein "Essay" als die übliche "Wichsfantasie" (womit ich diese auf keinen Fall abwerten möchte!).Dennoch lohnt sich das Lesen! Nach langen Zweifeln und einem Rückzieher bin ich mir mit 36 Jahren jetzt absolut sicher: ich werde geschlechtlos werden!...Ich muss lediglich vorher noch einen "Sponsor" finden!(NON-FICTION!)

Editor's Note - story text removed because the English translation contained
personal data and requested donations for the Author.This link will be removed
shortly.

* * *


30 Years a Eunuch

Summary: Vietnam vet recalls his emasculation.

I guess im lucky in a way. All the other guys were killed when our chopper was
shot down October 14, 1967. Somehow i was just badly bruised.i tried to get
back to our lines but a VC patrol captured me. I expected to be shot on the
spot but they pushed me along with them.

After about an hour we reached an underground bunker and what appeared to be
an officer spoke to the patrol and i was thrown into a small room. i wasnt
harmed but of course i had no idea what to expect.
After a few hours i was taken out and brought to another room-inside were two
women and a man.They motioned me to undress-the man had a pistol and for a
second i thought of trying to overpower him but i realized id be dead-too many
others and i didnt really know where i was.I did as i was told and undressed.

Suddenly one of the women jabbed me with some kind of needle and almost
immediately i fely dizzy- they then placed me on a table and started talking
to each other-unintelligible to me of course.I felt some tugging on my
genitals and suddenly a sharp but not unbearable pain..I must have passed out.

i woike up-i dont know how much later- and i was in a small clearing in the
jungle.My pants had been put back on-no shirt or shoes.i felt a dull pain in
my groin but i didnt understand what had been done.i somehow managed to get
back near our lines and i was found by South Vietnamese patrol. At the
hospital i was told the truth-my scrotum had been severed and of course along
with it my testicles were gone.The dr tried his best to be positive but the
shock of it overwhelmed me. i was back home within 3 weeks. i still recall the
shock of seeing my penis-limp and no balls or sack.

I never was able to tell my girlfriend what happened and we soon broke up. My
sexual desires faded away slowly but totally and they are now a dim memory.Ive
made a good life for myself- friends but of course no partner.Ive managed to
stay somewhat in shape although ive tended to weight and some breast growth.My
penis is that of a childs.

I tried HRT some years ago but it made me anxious and my penis had shrunk by
then. All in all i guess im lucky-my buddies are all dead- and i guess given a
choice they would prefer to be like me-alive but with no balls. Sometimes i
wonder why they deballed me instead of killing me- perhaps cruelty or perhaps
mercy.ill let you decide.

thanks for reading.

* * *


CASTRATED BY THE CONG

Summary: A young G.I. must witness a Viet Cong General have sex.He then suffers at the hands of the General's two beautiful but very sadistic sex partners.

CASTRATED BY THE CONG

In 1968 the country of Vietnam was full of sex and violence.
Sex in the way of G.Is fucking whores and females in villages
suspected of being Viet Cong. Any woman was fair game to
some men. Violence in the way men of both sides sexually
mutilated their enemy.
In Hanoi there was another form of sex and violence. It involved
a Viet Cong army officer named General Van Doc Khe and
his two sadistic assistants Mai Ling and Kim. Khe got off
sexually by having sex with his women in front of a naked G.I.
prisoner strapped to an X-frame at the foot of his bed. For the
unfortunate G.I. it would be a night of macabre sex and violence.
Sex performed on the General and violence performed on the
G.I.
The story begins with Mai Ling and Kim walking into the Hanoi
prison housing dozens of American prisoners. The girls were
sent there by Khe to select a man for their entertainment this
night. All the men were tied along the wall. Mai Ling and Kim
were dressed in very sexy attire. Short skirts, stockings and
heels. Both with low cut tops barely covering their large breasts.
Both women walked in swaying their asses and swinging their
tits. Mai Ling announced that they came to pick a lucky G.I.
for a night of sex. However, she said, “we tell you when you
get hard dick. We walk in room, we pull cock out of pants of
some G.I. If you cock be hard, we cut off balls then cock. All
the G.I.s looked at their long bladed castration knives they wore
on their hips.
Mai Ling and Kim slowly walked up to each G.I. Kim said to
Mai Ling “this man look good for tonight”. Mai Ling said, “yes
but look their”. The poor guy had a raging hardon pressing
against his trousers. Most men in their had not had sex for months
or years and could not help but to get an erection. Kim ripped
open the crotch of his pants and a huge erection sprang up. Kim
leaned up against the soldier and rubbed her nylon encased leg
along his cock head. She said,”G.I. like what he see?” He said
with a lump in his throat, “yes”. Kim said, “well me no like what
I see. Kim pulled his scrotum down hard, whipped out her blade,
and swiftly sliced through the skin and reproductive tissue of the
unfortunate man. As blood poured out of his crotch, and he
screamed loudly, Mai Ling said with a smile, “man with no balls
no need dick and she slowly carved off his penis which was still
semi hard. A male guard came over with a glass jar filled with
liquid. The two women laughing placed the severed ballsack and
cock inside with the newbie eunuchs dog tags wrapped around
them. He slowly bled to death as the female castrators
approached another bound man. Terror filled the room. The
prisoners knew that these women meant business. They
continued to walk around the room, knives in hand, castrating
four more men. They came upon a young 20 year old and said,
“G.I., This your lucky night. The two women having made their
point, and selected their man for the night, escorted him from
the room. Kim said to him, “you ok G.I., you can get hard now,
we no cut it off.” All three got into a car, Kim and Mai Ling on
each side of the handcuffed man. As they sat, their skirts slid up
their crotch and both unbuttoned their tops. Mai Ling took out
his dick and balls. He grew hard. Both women smiled. Kim said,
“You get hard but no cum! If you cum we cut you like other G.Is
and make you eat it!!” Mai Ling put her leg against his dickhead
now as hard as a rock. He prayed not to cum.
This sexual torture lasted about 45 minutes. Pre cum seeped out
of his pee hole and stuck to Mai Ling’s stocking. She said,”G.I.
pig put cum on my leg.” She took out her blade still wet with the
blood of her recent castration and put it to the base of his huge
eight inch cock. He tensed and begged her not to cut it off.
Both girls laughed and Kim said, “no worry G.I. You no cum.
All men get sticky dick when they see us.” She slid her long
fingernail along his cock head and licked the man fluid off of her
finger. The poor guy felt semen churning in his scrotum and he
squeezed his prostate gland to block the flow. He was in agony
and needed release. Both women enjoyed their sexual control of
men.
Kim and Mai Ling escorted the prisoner through a long hallway
and into a plush building. They sat him down to a table and fed
him a wonderful meal. He ate a large amount of food. His body
was lean and muscular. He was recently captured and in good
shape. Both women admired his sexy body and huge American
sized sex organ.
After dinner, they walked him to a dimly lit bedroom. Very
well decorated. It looked like a whorehouse. A large bed was
in the room. At the foot of the bed, was a wooden X frame with
dozens of straps.Kim and Mai Ling took stripped the prisoner
of his clothing and tied him to the bondage device. The straps
covered both outstretched arms, legs and his waist. They left
him there for about an hour. As soft Oriental music played, in
came a man also naked. He too was muscular and in good
shape. He said, “I am General Khe. Tonight you watch me fuck.
Maybe I let you fuck too, maybe no.” Khe asked the bound
prisoner when the last time he fucked a woman. The G.I. said
about four months ago. Khe laughed and said, “too bad G.I.
all men need to fuck. I fuck many times in last four months.
Did you rape Vietnamese?” The G.I. said no”.Khe said, “ if
you fuck Vietnamese you did rape them.We no want American
cum or babies in Vietnam. You hope I no tell Mia Ling, they
cut off many American rapist dick.” At that time, Khe shows
the prisoner a jar filled with flesh colored objects. A look of
horror came over the G.I. Khe said,” you no worry G.I.,
maybe I tell them you no rape, you keep dick and go home
and fuck bookoo women. If I tell you rape, I put your dick
in this jar with others.” Khe laughed.
Kim and Mai Ling came in topless but still in stockings and
stiletto heels. No panties. Both stroked the prisoner and he
became rigid. Kim took out her knife and rammed it between
his legs barely missing his manhood and into the wood frame.
She said, “you wait for general to cum first. If no, I make you
girl, make other G.I.s and Viet Cong fuck you and you suck
cock. His heavy manhood rested on the knife handle.
Both ladies went to Khe on the bed. Their breasts sticking out
proudly. Kim sucked the Generals cock as Mai Ling put her
tit in his mouth. In all his horror the prisoner became more
erect at the sight of the threesome. Both girls glanced at the
prisoner and smiled.
The women did all the work. Kim sat on Khe’s penis and rode
it while Mai Ling sat on his face and got her pussy licked. What
they did next was ghastly. The women got off the bed and took
a jar and dumped the contents onto the Generals body. Penises
dozens of them, some with testicles still attached. They made
love in a sea of mens sex organs. All three were in a sexual
trance. Mai Ling and Kim stuffed two of the cut off dicks into
their cunts in a mad sexual frenzy. General Khe could no longer
hold it in. He yelled, “G.I. RAPE YOUNG VIETNAMESE
GIRL IN ASS” Mia Ling looked up in rage at the American
G.I. prisoner.
What happened next was even more sadistic. With a limp cut
off dick dangling from her pussy, Mai Ling approached the
bound prisoner with a look of rage in her eyes. The prisoner
yelled,”NO, NO, NO!!! Mai Ling said, “General Khe no lie!
I cut off your dick, you no fuck no more.”
With that General Khe spewed cum all over Kim’s body in
gushes of glistening fluid. At the same time, Mai Ling chopped
off the prisoners cock and balls. The General screamed in
pleasure, the prisoner screamed in pain as blood and cum
pumped in large gushes with each of the mans last heartbeats.
Kim ripped the dick out of Mai Ling’s pussy, and shoved it
into the open mouth of the prisoner.
Both women fucked themselves with the recently cut off cock
from the G.I. which was still warm until they orgasmed and
secreted female fluid all over the emasculated sex organ.
All three collapsed on the bed in sexual fulfillment. The prisoner
slowly bled to death with a strangers cock in his mouth and his
detached penis and balls shoved up a Viet Cong bitch pussy.
Sex and violence. It was enjoyed in that chamber of sex and
pain that night over 30 years ago


Clitoridectomy Support Group 8 recall and return

Summary: Author reviews her experience and inspires another

Recall and return

I finished the assignment and went back to New York. This time I knew I could
never be the same again. I did my job, but my private life had changed
irreversibly. Since my first visit to Egypt I had found it more and more
difficult to masturbate to orgasm. I found myself hard and unsatisfied. But I
still did it. This time, I had nothing to masturbate with.

With nothing to play with at home, I went out more. I even dated. But no-one
got beyond the door.

After a few months, I got my opportunity. The journal wanted a Middle East
Correspondent based there. With my language, I was the obvious choice. I
jumped at it. I let people in the group know and got a flight as soon as I
could.

To my surprise Christine met me at the airport. She behaved like a lost lover
and embraced me openly. We were in queue getting a taxi into town, when a
woman next to us asked if we knew where her hotel was. It was the same as mine
and we agreed to share a taxi.

We clambered in. I was in the middle of the back seat with Christine on one
side the woman on the other. She asked, ‘Are you lovers?’

Slightly shocked, Christine answered, ‘No.’

“You seem so intimate.’

“We’re just pleased to see each other. Arab women show this kind of emotion to
other women.’

‘But you’re not Arabs.’

I am partly, but I let it pass.

Christine said, ‘When you’ve been here long enough, you adapt to the culture.’

“I see.’

‘Anyway we have a more intimate relationship than lovers could.’

“What do you mean by that?’

I chipped in, ‘She’s my circumciser.’

“I don’t understand.’

Christine put it straightforwardly, “I cut off her clitoris.’

The woman put her knees together and looked astonished.

‘It is another local custom.’

“I’m glad I’m not staying long.’

I quickly set up my office, and got down to work. I found a place to stay long
term and found time to renew my contacts.

Marion and Sal invited me over to their place for an evening. In addition to
the four residents, there were two other women, Elizabeth and a dark woman I
had not seen before. We had something to eat and drink and I was introduced to
Andrea. Andrea looked at me strangely, as if she had seen me before. She said,
`You’re a little shorter than you appear.’ As it was the first time we had
met, I was baffled.

We moved rooms and Ibrahim put on a video. ‘You have to watch this.’

It began. I saw myself enter the hallway in the centre naked. It was a video
of my clitoridectomy. Andrea and Elizabeth were both riveted. Elizabeth’s
nipples gave her away again. Andrea put her left hand between her legs but
then just left it there.

I watched myself be tied up and then begin to thrust. At the moment of
excision, they stopped the video in a still. I could myself writhing against
the ropes. Marion stood up and went to the screen. She pointed to a speck in
the middle just at the height of my knees. She looked at me and said, ‘That’s
your clitoris.’

We made a still photograph of it. We’ll give you a copy.

Anyway, you’ve inspired Andrea. She’ll be performing on Saturday. I hope
you’ll be there.

‘Is Andrea in a chastity belt now?’

‘Yes, I am,’ she blushed.

* * *


Confession of a Pedophile

A convicted pedophile and murderer tells his story to his new
master in all it's glorious detail. Then his master and his
master's sons fuck him senseless.


Waiting for the sun

Summary: How would you decide if this story would happen to you ? - Please pardon my English. I hope you like the narration nevertheless.

I can`t sleep.

Since I lost my job, my biorhythm has changed seriosly.

No matter how sleepy I am, I stay awake in bed. I have tried zen
meditation. You are breathing with your stomach and imagine to sit on
a hill. But it doesn`t have the wanted effect when I try.

So I lie in bed until dawn. Some sunbeams always find their way
through the old curtain. This is the only sunlight I have seen since
a long time. The sunbeam is wandering slowly in the direction of my
bed. When I have closed my eyes I feel it in my face when it is
sliding over my pillow. Then I fall asleep.

...

This night when I am sitting at the computer someone is knocking at
the window. Through the glass I recognize a young woman in dark
clothes. I open the window.

"You are belonging to us", she says. I look around, but there is
nobody else. "I saw you every night sitting there" she says, as if
that would be an explanation. "Always in the night."

She is pale. She has put on dark red lipstick. "Would you please let
me in ?" she asks.

"What`s your name ?", I say.

It is long ago that a woman was in my appartment. I meet no people.

Her hand was sliding along the computer table and she switches off
the monitor.

"I am so hungy", she says. Her hand on my shoulder she presses me
down so that I am sitting on the chair.

"Shall I call the pizza service ?"

She laughs. "No. I want to nibble at you." She knees down between my
legs and lays her arms onto them. She opens the zipper, unpacks her
meal and licks her lips. "Oh, you react very fast. Ready to eat, I
think. Do you too like a steak when it is raw and bloody ?" She is
looking at me expectantly. Should I say something now ?

"Oh dear. You never have seen a vampire movie, have you ?" she says.
"OK. I will explain. I am wearing dark clothes, am knocking at your
window deep in the night and ask you to let me in, I have a pale face
with dark red lips and unserwingly point to my hunger..." she says
during she is playing with her food.

"Yes, and... ?" I ask.

"The victim shoud be a little bit frightend !" she says.

"The victim. That`s me !" I shout.

"Now you got it !" she shows her sharp teeth.

"AAAAAaaaah !" In panic I search for something on the table, catching
the package of a 3D-Shooter, displaying a cross on the front.

"What`s the matter ?" she asks. "We can play that game after dinner,
for an eternity, if you like to. But now let me eat, or I will get a
nervous stomach. Be patient, or do you think, this funny little
picture of a cross will save you ? Believe me, it doesn`t. Crucifix,
sunlight or holy water... It will be only effective against vamps if
it has a personal meaning to you. Got it, stupid ?"

Disappointed she is looking at what she planed to be her little snack
for this night. "Oh. To tell the truth I didn`t want to talk my
supper could..."

...

She decided to love me up later. We are lying in bed together now. I
am looking at her. Asleep she doesn`t seem to be dangerous. Her face
is relaxed. She sighs, maybe because of hunger.

She breathes softly onto my arm.

I have been alone too long, and her sentence "You belong to us"
changes to "You belong to me."

The sunbeams are wandering in the direction of my bed slowly.

"...if it has a personal meaning..." Does she want to sleep forever ?
Why else has she given  operation instructions for killing vampires
to me ?

I imagine as I will wake her up before the sun can burn her. "I am
hungry", she will say then.

I´m waiting for the sun.


The Way

Summary: Master \"corrects\" his slave

` Limp `

My name is Zake and I’m a white guy of 34 in the Chicago area. I’ve been with
my present master for 4 years now, a new record for me and in all likelihood
sure to increase substantially. My master has always been into Zen, Buddha,
extra-anything or what ever that means. Late last summer my master started to
talk about the "learning the way of the Burdizzo". I did not now what the hell
he was talking about. Just after Christmas he came home from work and told me
now it is time for me to learn the way. If I didn’t struggle or make a sound
he wouldn’t beat me. He bound me to his 4 poster bed tighter than ever before
and then hooded and gagged me. Making any sound was the least of my worries.

After a period of a few minutes I felt him playing roughly with my balls. Then
I felt the feel of cold steel. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, but not too bad,
I felt worst at the dentist a week before. After a minute or so the same was
repeated on the other side. I could only grunt into the gag. A blanket was
tossed ove me and I was then I was left for a half hour or so. There remained
a nauseating and very heavy heavy ache in my groin. My master then came and
turned me over and I was re-tied and fucked.

It has been 2 months now and I have learned the way of the Burdizzo well. The
Burdizzo is very powerful and the way is most enveloping and for everlasting.
I am now a devout disciple of the Burdizzo. As I am a kept man of no means of
support, I remain fully in my masters care. I turn over on my tummy and spread
my leg on my masters command as always. I watch the seconds tick by off the
bedroom clock until my master releases me. He no longer worries about me
indulging in any abusive practices while he is away. I have learned well the
way of the Burdizzo, The "way" reaches into your very soul, is very strong but
not necessity good by any means by my account. I can only strongly recommend
to any master that they have their mates learn of the way of the Burdizzo.
Lately he has started talking any learning the way of the electro-ejactolator.
I’m a little bit scared, should I be?

* * *


Mehemet II

Summary: Second is a series of accounts by a surgeon in the court of the Ottoman Empire.

` The Duties and Pleasures of the Court Surgeon – Part II `

Once again let me introduce myself. I am Ahmed, surgeon for Sultan Mehemet. As
well as the regular duties which a surgeon is expected to perform, there are
those special ones which are the subject of these accounts. Now some say that
I take pleasure in pain. That may be so. But I am also very skilled at my
craft, and I have considerable status as a result.

My patient today is to be a very special one indeed. He is the one of the
Sultan’s favorite bed boys. A certain few of us know that sometimes His
Highness tires of the harem and has a boy brought to his chambers for his
enjoyment. But this boy is starting to mature and His Highness wants to keep
him sleek and smooth for a while longer. Furthermore he was seen feeling the
breasts of one of the young servant girls. So he is being sent to me.

My house and surgery are only a stone’s-thrown from Topkapi Palace. It is mid-
afternoon and two of the palace retainers have brought him to me. He is a
beautiful boy with olive skin and long curly hair. His lips are full and his
cheeks still smooth – the way His Highness wants to keep him! He is familiar
with sexual games and they have not told him why he is here. So I proceed with
the deceit. First I blindfold him – he thinks this is a game. I remove his
outer garments and when I turn him around he thrusts his buttocks toward me. I
am sorely tempted to take him – but I do not dare. Would that I could feel his
lips and tongue on my cock. And spread those golden buttocks to sample the
delights found between them. But he is to return to the palace. And someday
his tongue will tell what happened here. Then I would be the one stretched out
on my back with my legs spread for the castration knife!

So I take his hand and lead him to my surgery. As we go I untie his loincloth
and it falls behind him. He opens his legs willingly as I lay him back on the
table. He does not resist as the surgical cuffs go on his arms and legs and
the restraining band across his belly. He has been a toy for the Sultan’s
pleasure and that of his guests So he suspects nothing.

I had another of these boys in my surgery a few weeks ago. One of the Sultan’s
guests wanted him screaming as he was fucked. So once he had his cock in the
boy he grabbed him by the balls and squeezed. They said they could hear him
shrieking down the hall. A testicle burst in the man’s hand, and I had to
remove it.

I take the soap and water to cleanse him thoroughly – for the surgery of
course. I bring warm water and lather my hands with soap. My hands soap his
belly and his sexual organs thoroughly. The warm water and the soap and my
hands make him erect. So this is why His Highness wants him gelded. He is
developing male urges. The Sultan wants him passive, like a girl, on his back
with his legs pulled up. Or on his belly with his buttocks thrust upward to be
split by the cock. Not growing hair and trying to screw the servant girls! I
try his anus. It relaxes easily letting my finger in, then tightens around it,
squeezing. He is smooth and hairless. He knows how to take a man. My own cock
is hard wanting to fuck this boy. But I cannot.

As I check and wash his sexual organs I will explain why he is here. My
fingers find his testicles to make sure they have descended into his scrotum.

“Welcome my boy. I am the Royal Surgeon. His Highness has decreed that you are
to be castrated”.

With these words his cock starts to shrivel! Suddenly he understands and
begins to wail.

He pleads with me, as I knew he would. He offers me his mouth. He will lick my
cock. He will kneel between my legs, take my balls into his mouth and suck
them. I can come in his mouth. Or he will bend over for me. Don’t I want his
ass? Men like how tight he is and squeezing his balls. He begs me…

“Please don’t cut me, please. Please fuck me … please just fuck me.”

He cannot see me because of the blindfold, but his tongue comes out and his
mouth opens. His tongue licks, he begs for my cock to suck…

źou can hurt me. Please…squeeze my balls and make me cry. You can slap my face
while I suck you. Please fuck me. Please hurt me. Please Master, please don’t
cut my balls off.

Instead I touch his cock with the cold steel of the knife, and he begins to
scream. His testicles are drawn up tight to his body. I find them with my
fingers and pull them away. It is time! I will explain each step in the
surgery to him as I perform it.

I remove the blindfold so that I can watch his face during my work, and so he
can see the man that is taking away his masculinity. I let him watch as I take
the stone and put a keen edge on my surgical knives.

“First I slit open your scrotum”, I explain. He tries frantically to pull away
from my hands reaching between his legs. But of course the restraints hold him
fixed and helpless. I stretch his scrotum and slit it top to bottom. The
muscles in his thighs and belly flex beautifully in his pain.

“Now I am squeezing your nuts out from inside their sack. Ah yes, they are
nice and white. I don’t cut your nuts. Just the cords.”

His testicles lie on my hand, and I stretch the cords. Such a beautiful boy!
Did His Highness ever milk his semen from him? He did touch that girl’s
breasts. He is probably too young to have spread her legs. Perhaps he has a
sister who showed him her body. Now he will pleasure only men.

Tears stream down his cheeks and he cries pitifully as I raise the blade to
his genitals again. A slice of the knife, a loud cry from the boy, and he is
gelded. I hold his severed testicles up for him to see though his tears.

They will bring him back in two weeks and he will lie here again. I will check
his empty ‘purse’ and ensure that the wound has healed. Then I will pronounce
him fit to again service the Sultan and his guests. Perhaps I have done him a
favour. No man will ever again squeeze his balls to hear him scream.

Tonight I will require satisfaction. I will have one of the young captives
that I have not yet cut, brought. There’s a boy of about thirteen that I have
been teaching how to service me properly. But he is becoming boring. Perhaps I
will want to hear him screaming as I fuck him…

* * *


Castration Deduction

` `

Holmes desperately needed a new case.

Twenty-three dead Indians. The last nearly so.

"I buy, you fly," Holmes told Watson.

"How many pounds Sterling in a Euro?" Watson wondered to himself as he took
the notes from Holmes and headed to a Paris bottle shop. They were vacationing
on the continent and francly were having a hard time staying current with the
currency.

But Watson secured the case. Ice-cold Budweiser was Holmes' current brew du
juor. The famous consulting detective was trying to train himself to think
like an American, because he had a meeting with the US Secret Service at
midnight at the entrance to the Louve.

Holmes loved the Louve. He moaned while Watson sucked his cock under the cafe
table, often referring to his companion, in his throes of near-ejaculata, as
"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa!" Holmes never bemoaned his luck that Watson had learned to
cross-dress from the great American pioneering detective, J. Edgar Hoover.

Internationally, the crime fighters had finally cum together to investigate a
most singular curiosity, why most detective agencies were mostly full of fags.

As Holmes popped the cap on the fresh case of Bud, his bud popped into
Watson's mouth in a spasm so loud it almost caused a scene on the Seine.

Holmes was at the top of is form, and he was sure glad Watson was a bottom.

It was J. Edgar himself who had given Holmes the stimulating insight on how a
detective could have such stimulating insights while being given a really
stimulating blow job. Watson was not quite as good as Hoover (super-sucker
vacuum cleaners were named after him, of course), but Watson was there.

As the great sleuth's semen hit the roof of Watson's mouth, the great solution
hit Holmes. The two answers were right there between his legs.

Castration was the solution!

And when I mentioned "two" solutions, I was not making the obvious observation
that most men have two balls that should be cast off. I was observing Holmes'
great deduction that the implementation of the castration solution could be
performed by one with special qualification of profession.

Again, the specification: Dr. Watson was there!

Watson could sure Suck Cock, but damn, he was also an medical doctor. He was
trained and licensed to also be able to Cut Cock!

The Secret Service agents were authorized by Washington to perform whatever
method Holmes would prescribe. His prescription was the conscription of his
loyal friend and damn-good cock-sucker, Dr. John H. Watson.

So under the Paris moonlight, and in the courtyard next to I. M. Pei's
pyramid, Watson did not descend into the Louve, but his scalpel did descend
into 20 American scrotums.

Now the Scecret Service agents really had a secret.

Being fags, they HAD left their hearts in San Francisco, but now they were
saying good-bye to their gonads in France. Refreshingly transformed from fag
to eunuch, each agent could finally focus without constant thoughts of
fornication, the great distraction.

And the world-famous French chefs had a new delicacy. A new Julius Caesar
salad, "Gonads in Europa Est."

So, the great success of the enlightened world is due because of Watson's
great sucking of Holmes' essence.

Often it took Holmes all night and at least three cock-sucked orgasms ("a
three pipe problem" is the polite term he used to use) to make his deduction.

This solution in Paris was one of the quickest and most successful of the
Holmes-Watson collaborations. Now you know why the good guys will always have
the edge, a knife edge so to speak.

Because of Holmes' great Castration Deduction, the free world has super-sharp
agents -- because they are freed of the torment of testosterone. The bad guys
will always, ultimately, fail the test, because the evil nuts, usually, keep
their evil nuts.

Classy Bitch enjoys talking with and about eunuchs. She thanks eunuch.org for
its courage, insight, and foresight on circumsizing more than just foreskin.
She says bravo to those brave enough, those with balls enough, to sing "Bye
Bye Balls" in soprano. She'll even play the piano.

* * *


Castration Quickie One

Summary: You awaken in a dungeon and meet two mysterious women, one of whom tortures and destroys your testicles

` When you awake, you are lying on a cold stone table in a dungeon. The light
shining on you is unpleasantly intense. You notice that you are naked and that
someone has shaved off all your body hair. Your cock is half-hard and you
haven't seen it so naked since you were ten years old. `

You hear approaching footsteps and you look down between your legs to see two
women emerge from the shadows, a brunette and a blond. Both are naked except
for brief vests and high-heel boots, all made of black leather. The brunette
appears to be about 5'7" with 36D-28-36 measurements, the blonde about 5'11"
with 34DD-24-34 measurements. Instinctively you understand that the shorter,
more robust one (me) is in charge and the taller, slimmer one with bigger
boobs is some kind of assistant. In a moment we are at your sides, gazing into
your eyes.

"Who are you?" you ask. We do not answer.

Your pulse quickens and you try to rise, but something restrains you. There
are no straps but something that feels like a thousand hands holds you in
place. You can only writhe and struggle. We laugh unkindly at your
predicament. Fear creeps down your spine, and, to your frustration, raises
your dick to full mast. The effect is not lost on us. My assistant wraps her
manicured fingers around your shaft and squeezes.

"What are you going to do to me?" you ask.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I reply.

"Go ahead," I whisper to blondie, brushing my hand across her midriff.
Continuing to hold onto your dick, she drives her fist into your testicles.
You scream in agony as she begins to masturbate you and grind your balls with
her knuckles. You feel the round bones tenderizing your nuggets and the precum
dribbling from your glans like water from a leaky faucet.

"Please stop it," you gasp. "PleezOHpleeeez.”

Blondie lets up and climbs onto the table. She is looming over you. I press a
button beside your head that you hadn't noticed before, and a cold, lubricated
shaft force itself into your asshole. You feel a knob of some kind press
against your prostate, then an electric current convulses the hidden gland,
causing you to spurt your sperm in staccato bursts like a drinking fountain.
There’s no orgasm—it feels like pissing.

Blondie turns her back to you, giving you a great view of her

well-formed ass. She stands on her tiptoes and raises her heels above your
balls.

“Oh shit,” you mutter, realizing what is about to happen. “No . . .

Please,” you groan, but to no avail. Blondie brings her heels smashing down on
your cum-tender kiwis. The last thing you feel before you pass out is the
rupturing of your testicular walls.

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The Simon Compendium Updated V4.0

BI, TESTICLES, MINOR, enemas, circumcisions, great adventures!

Summary: The latest update to The Simon Compendium, including information from \"Simon\'s Revenge\".  Any glitches should be addressed to paolo@eunuch.org .

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One more click, just above!
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The Chocolate Factory

Summary: Ever wonder where chocolate covered raisins and malted milk balls come from? Inspiration from Ezra Morro. Thank you so much and blessed be!!!

` The chocolate factory looked just like a regular candy plant from the street
but everyone that worked there knew so much more. `

Brett saw the ad in the classified section of the daily paper.

FREE TOURS OF CHOCOLATE FACTORY. NO APPOINTMENT NEEDED

Partly out of curiosity and partly because of his love for chocolate, he got
in his car and drove to where the factory was located. He parked his car and
went inside to the front office. A fantastic looking blonde, very well endowed
in the cleavege department, looked up at him.

"may I help you?"

"I'd like to take the tour" Brett said, wondering what went on in a candy
factory.

"Oh! OK. Let me get the supervisor for you." The girl disappeared into the
office and reappeared a few minutes later with a drop dead gorgeous redhead.

"This is the supervisor Tammy." With that, Tammy took Brett by the hand and
was leading him into a meeting room where five other young men sat, apparently
also awaiting a tour.

"Ok gentlmen, you can follow me now."

Brett eagerly followed Tammy, along with the other guys, into the double doors
to the factory.

Tammy lead them along, explaining what the huge machines were and what they
did. They then came to a locked room that Tammy unlocked for them.

"This, boys, is our special room. Where extra special chocolates are made."
They followed her into the room and immediatly the door was slammed behind
them by two large Amazon looking women. Tammy turned around with an evil smile
on her face.

"This is where we make chocolate covered cherries and malted milk balls." she
said with a laugh. The men, including Brett, could not respond, for they had
been breathing not the aroma of chocolate, but a sweet smelling nerve gas.

With that, the men were stripped of their clothes and loaded onto a large
conveyor belt. They couldn't move for the nerve gas had paralized them. But
they were still fully aware of what was happening to them. Tammy pushed a
button and the conveyor started moving with a jerk. Brett noticed in front of
him there was a large claw with sharp teeth. Helplessly, he watched as the
claw opened up and clamped down on his balls. Unable to make a sound, he
screamed in his mind. The claw deposited his severed twins, ball sack and all,
into a giant vat of boiling chocolate.

Next, Brett came upon a series of blades. Just as his dinker was underneath
the blades, they came down, one right after another, and severed his dick and
diced it into little pieces. A seperate conveyor took the dick pieces into a
giant oven and closed the door as his dick roasted. Once they were completely
roasted, they exited the other side where they were coated in chocolate.

After the men were relieved of their family jewels, they were then hynotized
and told they would not remember any of this. Then they were instructed to
leave the plant.

The next day, Brett woke up dazed. That was the most fucked up dream I ever
had, he thought. He pulld the blanket off of himself and saw he had no goodies
left. Panicking, he started to pick up the phone to call the police and
noticed a box with a red ribbon around it on his nightstand. He opened it and
saw that it was a box of chocolates. on the lid there was a note.

Dear Kind Sir,

Just thought you'd like to be the first one to sample our newest candy,
chocolate covered penis pieces and chocolate covered testicles, curtesy of
you.

Enjoy!!

Tammy.

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Max is taken

TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Other:  forced slavery

Summary: Max plays on-line...loses his balls his cock his freedom

Max was just kidding.

he had been correponding with a Woman over the internet for almost 6
months.  She started to get kind of sexual...so he played along.
One day She starting dominating him and he played along.  It made
him excited.

She then was telling him how she was going to take his balls and put
them on her mantlepiece. He was getting off on all this.  She asked
him would he like this and he agreed.  After typing this he went
back to his bedroom and got off.

The next day as he was walking to work a van pulled up next to him
and before he knew it...he was in the back of it tied up and then
Max was tied spread eagle and a man came in the room.

"Max, My name is Master Steve though you may know me as Mistress
Roxanne.", the man said.  Max was in shock but was tied and gagged
and could not move.  "I am here to take the manhood that you gave to
me"

First there was a needle into his sack..then Max awoke home in bed
with no balls.

A few weeks later Max was taken again and when he awoke at home he
had no penis.

A few weeks after that he was taken and when he awoke he was a
live-in whore slave to an army batallion in South America.  Max
spent the next few years sucking cocks and getting fucked by all.


Cockles of His Heart

STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, EXTREME FEMDOM; SNUFF

Summary: Gretchenĺs Fantasy ů

` `

Thrown to the alligators.

Thrown into a dumpster.

Thrown down a volcano.

Then thereĺs her basic and enhanced versions of drowning ů etc.

Sheĺs run through about every deadly scenario she can dream of for the act and
disposal.

Sooner or later, Gretchen will live out her fantasy to kill a willing man.
Sheĺs gotten bored with kinky things that would shock the rest of the world ľ
maybe even the whole fucking universe for all we know.

Now, itĺs knives. Kind of a _Kill Bill_ theme. Kind of a time for her to be at
her utmost un-kind.

After all, she should get full use of each of those super sharp chefĺs cutting
tools she recently ordered from that Ronco guy on TV ľ just three easy
payments of $13.33 and now she can ôcut all day,ö according to the convincing
ad.

Just like cocks, cunts, tits and nipples, her new stainless steel cutlery came
in all shapes and sizes.

* * * * *

Most think it will be her long-time-slave, Steve. Monthly, the rich and
youngish and handsome and high-pressured LA lawyer flies east, and she flies
west from her ivy league college near Boston, meeting for extreme dom sessions
in Vegas.

Hundreds of times, heĺs begged her to drown him. Sheĺs come close, but always
(so far) she decides to revive him after their asphyxiation games.

Sheĺll find some abandoned little wedding chapel, the kind that has been
littering Vegas for decades. Like I said, like a _Kill Bill_ theme.

Sheĺs blonde like Uma, but Gretchen is much prettier. Only one flaw: she
smokes. Her sultry voice is turning to sand paper, but she doesnĺt have a lot
of time to talk because there is usually a fresh black cock parked, but
pumping, down deep through her lovely lips.

(No wonder sheĺs so tight-bodied ľ not an ounce of fat anywhere on that
usually-naked display of feminine perfection. Probably the all-protein diet of
black-cock cum.)

* * * * *

Steve will be bound naked at the altar, with one hand tied hard to his hard
cock, like a rodeo cowboy grabbing the saddle horn for the ride of his life
(or death in this case).

No gag.

* * * * *

_Sweet Screams Stevie! ů How Long Will He Scream?_

* * * * *

Sheĺll peel. Sheĺll fillet. Sheĺll dice. Sheĺll slice.

Amazingly able to concentrate through screams louder than the ass-end of an
F-15 on carrier takeoff, sheĺll slowly and carefully carve her way to her
coronary goal.

Dazed and agonized beyond belief, he's still beating his meat as he looks down
at Gretchen's naked blood-soaked beauty. Her cute little hands are dripping
crimson as Steve's little organic pump is held gently while still beating
away.

With one of those special blades that were surely made more for cock sawing
than for turkey carving, she slices off Steveĺs little organic genitals.

His last meal. His last meal is him.

She shoves his newly freed cock and balls down his hatch ľ and then shoves his
newly severed heart up her snatch.

That four-valve human vibrator keeps pulsating. Or is it the Richter-scale
tremors of her own pussy cumming and cumming and cumming?

* * * * *

_Then she must be going.

_

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Master Santino--6--Punishment

Summary: Chris gets punished for breaking the rules.

` It was a couple days later before Master Santino decided to use Chris’s
punishment as an example of how he treated those that broke the rules. In
order to be effective he needed to make it public and painful. He needed to
discourage others from even thinking about messing with him. `

It took a little time, and a lot of money to quiet daddy, but the fact that
there was a couple of more sons in the family helped matters. Basically Chris
had been sold into slavery.

On the night of the party Chris had enjoyed himself with many young men and
had bragged all night long that he was the one that had unmanned the slave and
tossed the slave’s balls into the ring. He was very proud of the fact. Toward
the end of the night he was given a goblet of the ‘best wine in the city for
the best stud’. It was laced with drugged and he awoke 24 hours later naked in
a cell.

Since then he had been treated with respect but was not told the truth. He
thought that he was just in the cell until things got straightened out. After
all he was rich, 24, and a sexual animal.

He was taken from his cells and his hands were bound behind him. He was
wondering why they had not brought his clothes but figured that they just
wanted to view his ample cock and large low hanging balls. There were four
guards that were accompanying him. As they came to a door, they stopped and
quickly gagged him. He now knew that he was in trouble.

Master Santino stood with his main dungeon master Leonard, who Santino called
Len. Len was a massive guy, a little over six feet tall but thick and
powerful. His size intimidated most of the men he came into contact with. Most
men prayed that they never came under his control as he would ground boys into
dust with his large feet. However only Master Santino knew that he was a very
intelligent man and was paid very well for his work. Today he was dressed in
black which barely held his body and with Master Santino dressed in white he
looked like evil incarnate.

The two were outside on the steps of the arena with some tools of the trade.
Word of this punishment had been spread to the city and a large number of
people were there to see the show. The door opened and Chris was led out into
the sunlight. He was led before the crowd.

“Chris, you broke the rules of THE ARENA and were warned. You then broke them
again. The rule you broke now determines your punishment. You will leave this
square a eunuch.” Chris tried to protest and struggled to get free. The gag
stilled him and the four guard had no trouble holding him.

Len moved before Chris and slowly lowered his hand to the doomed balls. He
took a cord of leather from his side and quickly tied the balls. He then
pulled the soon to be eunuch to an anvil that was placed at groin level. A
couple of quick ties and the balls were attached to the top of the anvil. Len
did not moved quickly but with a purpose. There was also no emotion. It was a
job. He went over and picked up a large sledge hammer. He moved over to the
anvil and on one end with a full swing he hit the anvil next to the balls.
CLANG. The sound echoed the square.

Master Santino ordered the gag removed and Chris started cussing, threatening,
and begging. When none of those worked he started worked he kept talking.
Master Santino ignored him and would have continued to ignore him but one
statement caught his attention. It was “If you are going to take the balls why
stop there little man.” Master Santino lifted his hand and said one word.
“Okay.”

He then turned and left the area. Len set down the hammer and pulled another
two cords from the supply on his side. With one he wrapped the cock and balls
very tightly and pulled tight. This cut off the blood flow and would prevent
Chris from bleeding to death.

The second went around the cockhead and tied down. The cock was laying on the
anvil next to the balls. Len then picked up the hammer. It was a very large
sledge hammer and Len was a master. A full two handed round house swing and
the hammerhead hit the right ball and smashed it to nothing. Several things
happened. Most men watching let their hands go to protect their own balls.
Chris screamed and fainted. A jug of water was thrown in his face to awaken
him. The guards held him so he did not fall.

But the most frightening thing is that Len smiled. It seemed the sun went out.
He then followed up with two more blows which now smashed the cock and last
ball.

Pulling a knife from its place, Len removed the remnants and then motioned the
guards to toss the eunuch down the steps. The punishment was over and Len
turned and left.

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Gymnast cut

Summary: Real story from forum.

` Gymnast cut. `

Both my sister (actually half sister) and I are into gymnastics in a

big way. It's a center of out life and interest. My mom was into

gymnastics too when she was young. We are not quite up to O;ympic

level but just below and doint real well. A great many girl gymnasts

are cut. This is one of the best kept secretes. It is also I am told

true for figure skaters but I am not sure on that. Anyway my mother

was never cut, in her days thty didn't do that. My sister was cut

when she was fourteen. We gymnasts dvelop late with dieting and loads

of exercize and training. She didn't get her first period until

almosy foutteen and was rela flat chested too. But she masturbated a

lot and mother was worried about her spending all the extra energy on

that. Also she had big labia and her gym clothes didn't fit so good

down between her legs. So mom persuaded her to get cut. She took her

out of the country (I am not supposed to tell where but you can guess

I'm sure) and had it done in a clinic. She had anasthesia and no

pain except while healing especiall when she was peeing. They did a

complete job on her, clit, labia, the works and she thenstipped

masturbating because it was no fun. And whatever the reason, the fact

is that her marks in competition immediately went up by half point or

so. After that i wanted it done too and I got it done when I was 9.

It was in the same clinic and not pain with surgery but it hurt

quite a bit after for maybe 2 weeks especially peeing although I had

a catheter first fora few days. I think I am much prettier down

there, it's all so smooth and the clothes fit better. I am now 13 and

have normal period but of course I don't know what orgasm is like but

both mom and my sister say it's not such a big deal and in any case I

love gymnastics more than anything else.

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