A Good Girl (part one)

Summary: First in a series of short pieces featuring tales inspired by my experiences with the moral set. In this tale a young, auburn delight proposes relief from a certain sin via the application of a time honored Archive tradition : )

A Good Girl – I

I've dated more than one woman afflicted with fundamentalist Christian
beliefs. To be completely honest, if you're into what I and so many other men
who visit this site are, a nice “born again” or “frum” (For those of you
unfamiliar with Yiddish: A very observant, good Orthodox Jewish girl...at
least while abba is looking.) girl of similar persuasion can be tremendously
stimulating. The following details a very satisfying psychological exercise I
often engaged in with a savory slave of Christ.

I lay across the bed, legs splayed, a vulgar erection for all to see. She was
very close, pressed against my side, long auburn hair draped sensuously across
my shoulder, her sweet head resting thereabouts. Massive breasts brushed
against my abdomen, nipples drawn tight with desire. With skill unbecoming
such a proper young woman, she manipulated my full balls, saturated as they
were from her teasing. Another delicate, pale hand lightly stroked the shaft
of my engorged member, sending waves of pleasure down the shaft. I could
barely see a healthy auburn thicket announcing itself from betwixt creamy
thighs. “Can you lay back?” I ventured, stroking her velvet shoulder. “Nooo,”
she whined softly like a schoolgirl. “That's not going to change!” she
continued, but it was a soft exclamation. At least she wasn't angry. “We're
not married,” she said, stating the obvious. I could have cared less, but out
of respect for her wishes, I quickly dropped the subject..

“I'll finish this time,” she said, her digital ministrations becoming baroque.
“But only if you swear,” she continued. “Whatever you want, just don't stop,”
I plead, my voice twinged with desperation. “This has to be the last time we
ever do anything like this, outside of marriage. And.......you can't
masturbate.....ever again,” she said emphatically, glancing up into my eyes
for a moment. “Ever....” she added, knowing me for what I was. I uttered a
mournful sigh, and then took a breath to speak, but she stopped her efforts
cold and raised herself up, partially topping me, my thigh between her own,
her hot fur and moist lips pressing against my leg. Her breasts were now
pressed against my chest, the granite like nipples nearly penetrating me. Full
green eyes stared into my own, a wild nest of auburn splendor was everywhere.
My dick jerked in literally painful neglect, a little precum oozing from the
tip from the excitement of her sudden proximity. “Swear,” she squeaked, in a
register and quality calculated to make my balls churn in their own juices.
Feathery little kisses were now planted all over my lips and nose to seal the
deal. I would have agreed to anything. “I swear,” I croaked. She grinned
sweetly, and assumed her former position and task.

Delicate fingers stroked my dick to maddening heights, pausing occasionally to
play with the urethral opening and employ my generous precum as lubricant. “I
know you, Richard,” she said almost inaudibly, voice quavering with passion.
“You may not realize it, but I know your very soul. I know you're weak, your
desire is just too strong,” she continued, a little louder now, and with more
emphasis. “I wont let you down! I wont let you break your oath,” I felt her
body shift against mine, and looked down to see what she was up to. “I'll make
sure you keep it! You have too much desire, Richard. You have too much
desire,” she chanted. Something shone in her grip, some small, foreign object.
She brought it roughly to bear against the root of my penis, and I felt what I
imagined was the bite of a blade. I sat upright immediately, and saw she was
indeed digging something into the base of my cock, all the while stroking
madly away. I could feel it biting into my flesh, and the thought excited me
no end. At that moment, I hoped that she was truly sawing off my cock at the
point of orgasm, curing me of my habits permanently. “I'm going to take away
your sin, Richard! Take away your lust!” At that I shot voluminous amounts of
fluid from my dick, decorating her face and some of her lovely hair.

I fell back onto the pillows exhausted as she toweled my seed off her face and
hair. When she'd done all she could, she tossed the towel aside and turned to
kiss me. “That was wonderful, baby,” she purred, and gave a long, incredibly
sexy lick along the length of the letter opener we used for such play, and
smiled warmly before putting the thing away. That revived me a bit, and my
hand wandered once again to forbidden territory, scouting the upper limits of
the auburn forest. “Maybe in a few minutes you could lay back....” I began
before she cut me short. “Not unless we're getting married tonight!” she
replied, smacking me with the towel before affording me a choice view of her
pale rear as she sauntered away. “Come on before the water gets cold,” she
beaconed before exiting the room. I gladly followed her off to the shower, my
penis showing faint signs of life. Such a good girl.

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My " _________ Wonder"

Summary: HOW IT HAPPENED BY ACCIDENT

` MARRIED FOR 'BOUT 24 YEARS. NO GREAT SEX LIFE, BUT GOOD ENOUGH. GOT TO A
POINT WHERE HE HAD A DIFFICULT TIME URINATING. I FOUND A LUMP IN THE SHOWER,
AND WAS TOLD HOW TO EXAMINE HIM. NO PROBLEM AFTER 24 YEARS. FELT IT IN HIS
RECTUM ALSO. PROSTATE CANCER THEY SAID AT HOSPITAL. I UNDERSTAND THAT
TESTICLES CAUSE THAT CONDITION TO BE WORSE (SO THEY SAY). THEY REMOVED HIS AS
WELL AS PART OF PROSTATE. BETTER THAN DEATH FROM NOT BEING ABLE TO URINATE. HE
GOT OVER IT IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS, AND I GOT THE BEST SEX EVER FROM HIM CAUSE
HE COULD NOT _________, BUT WANTED TO. SELFISH ON MY PART I GUESS. ATROPHY
HAPPENED A LITTLE LATER, BUT ALSO HE LOST INTEREST AT ABOUT THE SAME TIME. IT
WORKED OUT OK, BECAUSE NOW HE'S NOT MISSING WHAT HE DOES NOT NEED. I FOUND OUT
THAT A FRESH EUNUCH IS PROBABLY THE BEST I WILL EVER GET, BUT IT DOES NOT LAST
FOR LONG (ABOUT A MONTH). I'M KIND OF DOMINATE ANYHOW, AND HE'S A NICE LITTLE
PUSSY NOW. GUESS HE SPOILED ME FOR THAT COUPLE OF WEEKS AFTER THE CASTRATION.
WE STILL GET ALONG WELL, BUT I'VE GOT A "BALL-LESS WONDER" NOW. I UNDERSTAND
WHY THE ROMANS AND EGYPTIANS HAD SO MANY --- BUT AT THEIR CHOICE. WE CAN'T DO
THAT NOW EVEN IF HE IS WILLING. I'M 51. WHY IS IT OK FOR US TO GET "FIXED" BUT
NOT THE MEN. I LOVE IT NOW, AND WE JOKE ABOUT IT. WISH I HAD A "FRESH" ONE
EVERY WEEK LIKE CLEOPATRA DID. EUNUCHS WERE MUCH ADMIRED AT ONE TIME, AND I
STILL ADMIRE MINE. A NICE GUY GETS NICER, BUT TOO BAD MOST LOSE INTEREST. I
GOT MINE BY ACCIDENT, BUT NOW GLAD I DID. WISH I HAD ANOTHER ONE "FRESH". MY
STORY IS CRUDE, BUT I'VE LEARNED THE VALUE FO A EUNUCH! GUESS I'M A SELFISH,
DOM _____? THAT'S ALL. WOULD LIKE TO TALK TO GIRLS WITH SAME SITUATION. HOW DO
YOU LIKE IT? CALL ME, BUT I MIGHT HAVE TO CRASH IF I GET CAUGHT. THIS IS A
TOUCHY SUBJECT!

* * *

`


Fresh Roast of an Old Chestnut

Summary: Abnormal lyrics by a mellow tormentor. You know the tune. How’s your little prune?

♫

Your nuts roasting on an open fire

Jack-knife clipping at your hose

Eunuch scrotums being hung on a wire

Dicks dressed down by Eskimos

♫

Everybody knows a cock head and some

Blow torches help to make the season bright

Tiny tits with their nips all aglow

Will find be a good hard fuck tonight

♫

They know that Theica’s on her way

She's added lots of glans and gonads

To her prey

And ev'ry motherfucker has

Gone wild, to spy and see if

Testes really know how to fly

♫

And so, we’re offering this

Friendly phrase to eunuchs from

None to ninety-two

Although this is said in the merriest way

"Have some good fucks for you"

♫

♫

♫

_(Fuck CB too)_

♫

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Circle of Grace - Pt II

Summary: The completion of a circle of grace

` Royce and I were obsessively puntual people. Leslie had asked us to be at
her office by 6:30 p.m. We had both fasted that day, having filled up on
lobster, steak and salad the night before and feasting on each other. I wanted
to be as much a part of this as possible. `

Royce pulled up to Leslie's office. I noticed some tension in the veins of his
temple. "Hon, do you want this? "We can bail out if you want." I questioned. I
took notice of his hesitation before he replied with a kiss and a squeeze of
my hand. "No, let's go."

A small bell signaled our entry into the reception area. Leslie, tall at 5'10,
d-cup breasts, trim waist and thighs greeted us with graciousness. I got the
hug; he got the handshake.

"Royce, welcome. Let's get the formalities out of way." Leslie led him to an
office to read over the paperwork. He signed on the dotted line, as I laid my
hands on his shoulders.

"Royce, I want you to change into a gown and we'll begin slowly," Leslie
directed. There was no missing Royce's huge erection through his pants. It was
evident that the good doctor was making him aroused. I held no jealousy as I
knew that he appreciated attractive women.

Royce managed a "thank you" before he slipped into a changing area to don the
blue gown. Leslie came to me. "Is he okay?" she asked unsure of his demeanor.
"Yes," I replied, "He is just going into his own spiritual stuff in
preparation." "All right then, so how do you want to do this?" Leslie asked
bluntly. "Shall we get him off one more time before the surgery?" The smile
was apparent on my face. "Oh, Let's" I replied. "Do you mind if I touch him?"
Leslie asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"At this point, I have no objection. If anything it will heighten the
experience." I said calmly.

"I have to say, he is TOTALLY hot," Leslie was now fanning herself. It were as
if we were back in college fauning and falling over the jock who might have
looked our way. "I would say that he's the ultimate inferno!" I giggled.

Royce no doubt knew that something was up our sleeves, as we walked out
tentatively to the theatre, looking at us both.

We regained our composure. Leslie directed Royce, "Hop up on the table and
relax." Royce laid back, a pillow cradling his head. Leslie pushed up his gown
and examined his shaved balls. His erection was still evident. She felt her
own wetness between her thighs. "I don't see any abnormalities, so we are
going to get through this with no problems whatsoever." she told him frankly.

"Good, glad to hear it," was his response. "Now, Royce, any last requests,
wishes before we begin?" He took a good 30 seconds before he shared what would
be surprising. "I want both of you to get me off," there was surety in his
voice.

"Are you okay with that?" he asked me pointedly. I was taken aback only
briefly. "Of course I am," I responded. He looked to Leslie, "Can you do that
for me?," knowing full well she was salivating at the prospect. "Absolutely,
sure." she answered.

Leslie asked, "How and what do you want, Royce?" Royce had nothing to lose.
His exposure was telling the tale. He pointed to me. "I want you to sit on my
face and he looked at Leslie, "I want you to ride my cock."

I had only seen this kind of threesome in a movie from Germany. But by this
point, it was looking like another opportunity to take it to the limit. Leslie
seductively removed her pants. Royce watched her salivating at her incredible
body. I removed my sundress and sandals and went to his mouth.

It was a wonder how the table held us all. I could hear Leslie's throaty
groans as he pierced her with his penis. Royce lived up to all expectations
and beyond, making me climax in less than two minutes with his tongue probing
and suckling at me.

Leslie's breasts were bobbing all over when she finally had to release them
from her shirt. Royce was getting the ride of his life, reveling in the feel
of unfamiliar pussy, rocking him and squeezing him. He was getting close, I
knew how long he would last.

Leslie and I were once again in communion and went directly to his primed cock
and balls with intense panting. I tasted her on his cock, reveling in the new
direction into which I delved.

We coddled his balls, our tongues touching several times as we worked him into
a frenzy of moans and groans.

"Mmmmm, god, I'm gonna cum,nooooowwwwwww," and he did so in volumes. Leslie
and I shared what came our way, licking, tasting and devouring it. Royce was
happily spent.

We kissed him, letting him tast his own sweetness. Then Leslie kissed me. It
was bizarre but just further solidified this incredible experience.

We washed him, put on our own scrubs and sterilized ourselves and him. Royce
still couldn't get over what had just taken place. It was tripping over my own
feet. Leslie recovered the quickest and went right back into doctor/patient
mode, checking all the instruments and injecting Royce with the anethesia.

By the time the initial incision was made, we were all back into business
mode. Leslie allowed me to use the retractors to reveal his left testicle. I
was amazed. Royce was excited and watched us as we worked. Despite our sweat,
and my looking at the clock, we made it.

I took his balls to him on a stainless steel tray as Leslie removed the sac
and stitched him. Royce touched his balls with reverence and tenderness. I
kissed him and placed the tray on his chest. Tears were forming in the rims of
his eyes. It was a quiet moment and I let it go undisturbed.

After two hours, his blood pressure was normal, there was no extraordinary
blood loss and she let him urinate in the jar.

Gently, we all hugged and kissed and returned to the hotel to rest. Royce had
his balls in a large vial. He sat them on the nightstand as I showered. He
talked to them, honoring them for all the greatness he had tying them up and
play-acting at castration.

I crawled into the bed next to him. "Did you like your first girl kiss?" he
asked. I was floored. "Royce, it was all for the benefit of the moment. It
wasn't unpleasant, but I did it for you." He nodded, completely understanding
my devotion for him.

I got up and went to my small suitcase. "Royce, I got something for you. Would
you like to see it?" "Sure, what is it," he asked in a small child-like voice.

I opened the box and displayed it for him. I had a jeweler create a gold band
with his family crest on it, our initials. It was not for his finger. It was
to adorn his beautiful cock. "May I slip it on you?" I asked. His voice was
filled with surprise. "Yes, please do." I gently slipped it on - a perfect
fit. We both looked at it and admired it, the gold of the ring on his pure
member.

I kissed him and said, "The circle of grace is now complete."

* * *


Mediteranian Castratis

Boys with good singing voice had a great possibility to be castrated 200
hundred years ago in Italy. Normally the operation was made just before
the puberty at 12 to 13 years age. There were experienced barbers who
made the cut. The right point of time was when first thin pubic hairs
appeared in the base the boys penis. At that time the boys testicles had
been growing already some and maybe he had experienced already his first
ejaculation. Naturally the cruel operation was made without anesthesia,
because there were no methods to kill the pain. The barber had 2..3
helpers in his backroom. The boy was undressed naked and tied with
spread legs on the table. Then the barber took a sharp razor in his
right hand. With his left hand he cupped the testicles and weighted the
boys virgin balls. He was naturally also interested in his penis, which
he examined throughly. He pulled the uncircumcised foreskin back
exposing the glans. The helpers looked very interested how the barber
then took one testicle between his foresfinger and thumb. He pressed the
testicle gently so that the skin of the sac was tense and shiny. Then
begun the original castration. The barber made a one and a half inch
long wound on the sac's skin and opened the sac. He pressed the first
testicle out from the wound, bounded the cord and released the testicle
from the cord. The same procedure was followed on the other side. Two
bleeding wounds appeared on the empty sac. The scenery was very cruel,
but the helpers were excited. They penises were in erection all the time
and they often masturbated themselves under the castration. Very often
the wife of the barber was present. She was normally very interested in
looking at the castration and she was normally very dripped between her
legs. Sometimes she put her hand into the barbers trousers and
manipulated the barbers genitals (testicles) under the castration.
Everythin like this happened during the operation. We are naturally
happy that that kind of cruel manners are not any more possible in our
western world.


Banding Disaster Pt 4 "False Hope"

Summary: Family man with banding fetish suffers the consequence of risk taking.

The big man listens and laughs but doesn't really believe what he's heard till
he looks for himself. Sure enough....Big strong fingers explore the small
trapped package. Tugging and twisting. Confirming.

"You put that fuckin' thing on yourself bitch? You fuckin' crazy and you
deserve it whore! You fuckin' anybodies bitch now freak! You be nuttless ass
pussy now fool!"

"Please! You can stop it! You can save me! Please! I've got these scissors!
Special scissors! If you cut the band off there's still time! There has to be
time! Please! Just take the cuffs off me for a second! Please! I'll do
whatever you want! Just cut the band off! Quickly!!! Please man! Please! I'll
do anything you say!"

"Think maybe I heard enough and you just do what I say first! Then we'll see
about savin' your puny white nuts! You some kinda sissy whore ain't sucked my
cock yet! Wanna talk about ball savin' whore you best get your head down an'
you best be good!"

So the Bull sits down with his legs spread and the sissy kneels in abject
surrender. Getting its' first taste of life as a gelding in a mans' world.
Getting its' first taste of cock.

"I have to do this!" it bleats to itself. "I have to do this! It's my only
hope!"

Thoughts of family. Of home. Of wife! Homecoming of the eunuch! Sterile,
impotent, neutered and shamed. Shamed beyond forgiveness. Ridiculed in
divorce! Hated for a fool and laughed at!

Time! Time! How much time?! Time since? Time left? How long has that horrible
thing been on me? Please no! Please!

With its' world caving in the sissy kneels between the legs of the bull,
weeping with envy at the sight of his full hot stones hanging down. Kissing
them and wanting them. Wanting the power that they gave to the bulls' proud
horn. Sucking on the bulls' proud horn.

* * *


On "the Ramparts We Watched"

Summary: A young U.S. Army officer is grievously and unusually wounded in the War of 1812.

(A letter from Capt. Jonathan Hasbrough, United States Army, to his father to
his father, Nathaniel Hasbrough of Boston, Massachusetts )

Baltimore, Maryland,
September 28, 1814

Dear Father,
Doubtless, by now you have received tidings of the siege of Fort McHenry, and
knowing that I am stationed there, have been concerned for my welfare. And
well you might be, for I have been greivously wounded in a rather bizarre
fashion.
I am one of very few living men who can claim to have survived being struck by
a cannon-ball. During the battle of Fort McHenry, on the evening of September
13, I was standing on one of the ramparts of Fort McHenry, surveying the
British fleet and the progress of the battle through a telescope.
Suddenly, from the nearest British vessel, there was a loud report,
immediately following which I felt excruciating pain in my private parts. I
cried out, at least as much in surprise as in pain, and was thrown backward
into the arms of one of my men who was standing below and witnessed my
wounding.
A four-pound cannon ball, which is about 3 1/3 inches in diameter, had passed
between my thighs, carrying away my stones.By great good fortune, it missed my
yard by the minutest fraction of an inch, not that that member is now of any
use to me, deprived of those manly glands which alone made it worthy to be
called virile.
Prompt medical attention saved my life, to what purpose remains to be seen. Of
course, I was and am appalled and dismayed at my loss. I am especially sorry
to deny you the joy of having grandchildren. Except in that respect, however,
I think that I can safely say that my health is otherwise unimpaired.
My commanding officer is of the opinion that I should be honorably discharged
from the Army as disabled. I have begged respectfully to differ with him in
this matter. I told him "This is, Sir, a mere flesh wound. Precious flesh
admittedly, but I have lost nothing necessary to life and health. Combat does
not require a man to use his generative powers. My ability to defend my
country is unaffected." Admiring my spirit, he has agreed to allow me to
return to my duties at the end of this week.
Thus, if it be my destiny to give my life for my country, it can be under
honorable , perhaps even, if I may allow myself the word, heroic circumstances
. Deprived of that which gives his life joy and meaning, a man loses his fear
of death. In the words of the old Lutheran chorale, _"Komm' suesser Tod_."
Please give my love to Mother and my dear sister, Anne.

Your Loving Son,
Jonathan

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Daughter castrates step dad

Summary: Daughter castrates her step dad

Megan had been planning to go to the disco for 3 weeks. But at the last minute
her step dad said no.

This annoyed Megan who wanted revenge. She was sick of the way he looked at
her eyeing up her breasts and bum. Her mum was going away to a horse show down
the line for a week so it would be perfect time to do it. When at school she
had a serious look on her face and a friend asked her what was up. She
confided in her that she was going to castarte her dad. The other girl Sasha
asked if she could help. Are you sure you want to asked Megan. Yes replied
Sasha I want to see a man's balls.

So they planned and on the Friday Sasha came home on the bus with Megan. When
at home they sneeked down to the cowshed and out of the cupboard in the office
they took the rubber rings and the castrator tool. Megan dad was on the farm
putting the cows in their nite paddock so he hadnt seen what they were up to.

Her dad arrived home and cooked her and Sasha a nice meal. The girls went to
the bedroom and waited for him to have his shower. Once showered he always
went back out into the lounge to sit on the couch in his dressing gown and
watch television. After a few minutes he was a sleep. Megan came out and
called out to Sasha they untied his robe and pulled it back to reveal his nude
body. Megan had never seen her step dads cock and balls before but they sure
did look nice, Sasha said to Megan he is hairless. Good said Megan easier for
us to get the ring on. With that Megan took hold of her dads balls and Sasha
operated the tool. With the tool squeezed open wide Megan popped her dads
balls thru and pulled as much of the scrotum thru that she could. Sasha then
let the pressure off the handle and the balls were trapped. Her dad made a
murmur but continued to snoore. The girls watched with delight and amasement
as the balls changed colour from pink to red to dark purple.

What now whispered Sasha.

Slice them off said Megan cooly.

With that she stood up and purposely walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass
bowl then the filleting knife. She then returned and placed the bowl under her
dads blacky purple balls. She quickly grabbed the tortured orbs and swiftly
cut thru. The knife was ultra sharp and made light work. Her dad woke with a
start and then wailed in pain. Here you are dad a present from me to you

With that she handed her dad his balls in the bowl and with that walked out of
the room with Sasha

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My Eunuch

Summary: A man describes the joy of making love to a eunuch.

` I love waking up next to my eunuch. My arm is draped around his smooth chest
as I hear him breathing softly. Slowly, my fingers trail down toward his
crotch, careful not to wake him. Then I smile as his limp cock is in my hand.
`

It may be just my imagination, but I think his penis has gotten smaller since
he was castrated. It’s difficult to tell, because so often his cock was erect
then, rarely in a flaccid state when I was around it. Now, of course, those
erections are a thing of the past.

I gently massage the organ, knowing that no amount of stimulation will make it
stiffen. My eunuch sighs in his sleep as my finger circles the head of his
penis and touches the tip. Six months ago he’d have a raging hard-on, and
drops of clear pre-cum would have covered the glans. But not any more.

I release his penis and slowly move my fingers lower. I ever so gently trace
the thin scar that marks where his scrotum used to be. The cutter did a
fabulous job. Without looking closely, nobody would ever know this man once
had balls.

My eunuch shifts in his sleep, and is now lying on his back. I smile and look
at his body, so changed in such a short time. The hard defined muscles have
softened in his chest, arms and thighs. His nipples are larger and more
pointed. Hardly a trace of hair can be seen anywhere. Even his face seems
rounder than before.

Looking at my eunuch has made my cock swell. I pick up a condom from the
nightstand and roll it onto my dick. After using a few drops of lube to coats
it, I kneel between his legs and lift his ankles onto my shoulder.

He smiles sleepily as he sees me preparing to mount him. His anus yields
easily to the head of my cock. He closes his eyes and sighs as my cock sinks
into his soft warm rectum.

Soon I am pounding frantically, anxious to trigger my orgasm. My eunuch is
excited too, with his chest flushing red and nipples hard. Looking at his
flaccid cock lying motionless against his stomach gives me an even greater
thrill. With a moan, I spurt my cum and collapse on top of him, breathing
rapidly.

My cock softens and withdraws. He lovingly unrolls the condom and holds it
above his tongue, letting the white fluid drip out. Since he no longer can
make his own cum, he loves sharing mine. Soon the rubber is empty, and he
smilingly licks the last drops from his lips. I can taste it when he leans
over to kiss me.

Now he is holding me, his arm draped across my chest. I feel his soft penis
tucked between my butt cheeks. He traces his fingers over my hard chest and
stomach, and grasps my cock. Within seconds, it springs to life. We both sigh
as he begins stroking me to another orgasm.

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Alone in Dallas Part 1

Summary: cowboy kidnapped on a weekend trip to Dallas

It was a 3 day weekend for me. I had decided to go into Dallas,
rent a room, and get laid. I was 21, living in a rural area, and
worked at a feed store.

I was excited driving towards the city. I knew exactly where I
wanted to go. I had heard about the whores and strip bars on a
street called Harry Hines. Don't get me wrong, I didn't need to pay
for it, I had a girlfriend, but I had a fantasy about just some
good old no committment fucking.

I got into Dallas in the late afternoon, found me a room right on
Interstate 35. I showered, and shaved the few whiskers I had,
dressed in the Wranglers that fit me the best. I am only 5 feet 7,
and had really worked on my body to overcome the mental problem I
had with my height. This pair of worn wranglers fit me to a point
where I didn't wear boxers with them. I put on a brand new tight
white t-shirt, tucked it in, adjusted my equipment, and zipped up.
I eyed myself in the mirror, looking good, I thought. I completed
my look with my best western belt with the shape of Texas on its
buckle, some thick white socks, and my best boots. I debated on
wearing a hat, but decided my short brown hair looked okay today. I
was ready!

It was just getting dark when I hit Harry Hines Blvd. I drove a few
miles on it, and pulled into a parking lot of a club that
advertised total nude. I was watching the women strip, and being
from the country, was blushing a bit. I was fighting to keep my
cock soft, and loosing the battle.

A lady walked up to me while I was nursing my third beer. She said,
"Hi, I am Sheila, and I've been watching that big belt buckle of
yours."

My mouth fell open, I looked at her, my dick won the battle. She
was incredible, probaly late 20's, early 30's, she was one hot
babe. I could see her hard nipples thru her blouse. Man, I wanted
some of her!

Sheila spoke again, "I have an empty van out back that needs you in
it." She grasp my hand, and I followed her thru a back entrance. We
were in a unlit parking lot and she guided me towards a black panel
van. She opened the rear door and said climb in cowboy. I grinned
at her, and got in, suddenly I was grabbed. I felt some pain as
Sheila stuck a needed in my thigh. I tried to move but my body
didn't respond. I tried to yell but nothing happened. My vision was
blurring as I watched a tall dude give her a wad of money. My mind
started fading, the last thing I remembered was Sheila counting the
money.

I woke up to total darkness, and tried to move. I soon realized I
was tied and blind folded.

I heard a guy say he is awake.

The blind fold was removed. I saw two blonde guys, they looked like
twins as my eyes adjusted, no, probaly brothers. I was strapped to
a table of some kind.

I couldn't move, they had me tied up. My head was elavated, I was
totally naked. I started cussing them out. They laughed, and one of
them grabbed my nuts and squeezed tighter and tighter and tighter.

The other guy picked up a long needle, the one with my nuts in his
hands stretched my mut sack. I screamed as the needle entered my
left ball. I borke into a sweat as my right nut was pierced also.
They were enjoying my screams.

They left the two needles in my nuts and walked away laughing.

End of Part 1


Keys, The

Summary: Be careful who has the keys to your chastity device!!!

` Be careful who you trust with your Keys `

=======================================

My wife and I started to go to a local group of similar minded couples. We all
had 1 thing in common, our male genitals were under lock and key, and the keys
controlled by our female partners. It was strange at first to meet other guys
in the same predicament as myself and other women who had total control of the
cocks and balls.

Us guys would be required to be naked below the waste so our devices were
always viewable and the women would wear what they wanted. They would usually
become more and more naked as the night progessed and the alcohol flowed. We,
males, would often sit in awe as often various females in the group seduced
each other. Our cocks trying desperately to enlarge as we watched other women
enjoying our partners sexuality.

Mistress Edwina had got agreement, that all the women would leave a spare key
for their males with her for safe keeping. The group had been meeting for over
1 year by this point, it was intimate and open so there was full agreement. My
wife handed over a spare key to my parts.

One lunchtime, I bumped into Edwina, outside my workplace. "How would you like
some sexual release" she whispered into my ear. "I have your key". I went with
her by car to her house.

She lead me into her bedroom and I stripped. She cuffed my hands and released
my cock. She proceeded to give me a blow-job. Wow, it blew my mind, my 1st
orgasm in over 1 year. She cleaned me up and put me back into my device. I
dressed and she gave me a lift back to work.

As I was getting out of the car, she said "By the way, I've switched locks,
that cock and balls between your legs is mine now. Tell your wife, you are
leaving her and come to my house".

I spent the whole afternoon thinking about my predicament. Edwina was right,
she alone had the key, they were hers. She had succeeded in steeling my cock
and balls from my wife and with them me. I told my wife the situation on the
phone and left for Edwina's house.

On entry, I stripped naked and was taken out the back to the stable. I was
taken to a pen and attached to a peg in the floor. I could see into the next
pens. There were 2 other guys from our social group.

We were kept there for 2 weeks before we were moved one evening to a
restaurant. We were naked, cuffed and gagged, and marched into the dining
room. Tony, a male from our group and I were lead over to a table. There was
seated our wives. Our genital devices were removed and our organs filled with
blood. "This better taste good darling, I've paid a lot of money for this" she
said flicking my cock with her fork. I gulped.

A ready heated BBQ was brought to the table. A naked female chef attended to
us, brusing sauce onto our male parts and then wrapping our cocks and balls in
aluminium foil.

She then clamped us somehow to the floor and ceiling so we couldnt move and
moved the BBQ to our manhoods. Our foil covered maleness was now resting on
the hot BBQ and as the foil heated, we started to cook.

It was a slow build up at first but within 2 minutes, the heat was
overwhelming. The pain surged through my body from my cooking cock and balls.
My body was sweating profusely. My body weight was now being held from the
ceiling. I was bordering on unconsciousness like some surreal nightmare, my
body engulfed in pain and heat.

Out of the haze I heard, "15 minutes are up, dinner is ready". With that the
chef, sliced the cooked organs from our body and served them to our wives. We
were taken away till the meal had finished, and cleaned up.

After dinner we were taken back to our wives, Edwina was there. "Well, girls,
do you want these cockless wonders back or can I send them to my dog food
plant".

Tonys wife quickly said "He's of no use to me".

My wife retorted "I'll take him home for now, but if I change me mind I'll let
you know".

I was taken to my wife's car and loaded into the boot.

Tony was taken to the back of an animal truck with about 6 other guys and that
was the last anyone saw of them.

I am now a house slave, and a very obedient one, after all what are my
options.

My wife always keeps a tin of dogfood in the kitchen and her and Tony's wife
often pretend its Tony. They like to tell me that one day, I will have a new
tin home just like Tony's.

They find this very funy, but I'm sure its true. One day, my time will come
and I will be used as dog food.

You guys out there, be careful, who has access to your keys or you could end
up as dog food.

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N.C. Woman Charged with Malicious Castration

Summary: text from newspaper

Woman charged with malicious castration Sat Dec 30, 6:50 AM ET

A woman attacked a man in his genitals during a Christmas party, injuring him
badly enough that he needed 50 stitches, authorities said Friday. Rebecca
Arnold Dawson, 34, was charged with malicious castration in a fight early
Tuesday at a party hosted by the 38-year-old man's girlfriend, police said.

All three were heavily intoxicated, police Chief Frank Powers said.

Dawson is accused of grabbing the man's genitals. Police said a weapon was not
used. He declined to elaborate.

"I believe he needed more than 50 stitches to repair the damage, but he is
back home at this point," police Cpl. Brad Stevens said. "All we can tell you
is that the injury was done with her hands."

Dawson does not have a listed phone number.

State law describes malicious castration as cutting off, maiming or
disfiguring a person's genitals with the intent to hurt or render the victim
impotent.

Dawson, who was released Wednesday on $50,000 bond, also was charged with
offenses including assault causing serious bodily injury.

The castration arrest was the first of its kind in Lillington, a town of about
3,000 roughly 30 miles south of Raleigh, Powers said.

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Days of Wine and Agony -- Day Three

Summary: A beautiful woman captures men for sexual torture, humiliation and castration.

` Sometime during the night, she chloroformed him. He hadn't slept; how could
he? `

When he awoke, he noticed two things. Wendy was standing before him, smirking
as always, and she was, once again, completely naked. But there was something
else.

"Look around," she said to him in her happy voice.

Bound to the X-cross across the room was another naked man. He focussed his
eyes on him, and for just one moment, their eyes locked . . . but he had
nothing to say, even if his hoarse voice could have permitted it. He just
stared.

"Well . . . you're starting to bore me," she said, addressing her present
victim, but talking to the room in general.

"So here we go."

There was a small brazier burning close by. She picked up the hunting knife
with which she had mentally tortured him the day before. She ran the razor-
sharp point of the knife along his outstretched testicles, his tortured penis,
up along his naked torso, around his nipples, until she was looking him right
in the face.

"Say good-bye to your dick," she whispered in his ear.

She grasped his penis, turned her face to make sure that her new victim was
watching her, and then, smiling sweetly, with a single slash of her knife, she
severed the quivering organ from his body.

An agonized shriek escaped his parched lips.

She threw the bloody length of flesh into the fire. It sizzled obscenely.

She drew a red-hot iron from the fire and pressed it against the open wound.

Instantly, the room was filled with the stink of burning flesh and the insane
screams of what had once been a man.

When the wound was fully cauterized, she tossed the iron back into the fire
and turned to her new victim.

"And now," she said, striding towards him, "It's your turn."

The End

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Ricky Visits America  - Chapter 2 of 4

BI, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, Redirect to Chapter 2

Summary: This is a redirect to file chapter 2 of 4 under "C" as well.

New Page 1

 **Ricky Visits America, by Paolo & C van D:**

 **[Click here for Chapter 2
redirect](http://web.archive.org/web/20090218054255/http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/R/ea_213956ricky_vi.htm)!**

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Castration Station

Summary: A Television infomercial I'd like to see someday

The TV pans over an auditorium full of very happy women that are getting into
the display on the stage.

The spokeswoman starts and after each questions the crowd answers back soundly
with a Yes. Are you sick of the way your man is treating you? YES Is he less
than honest with you ? YES Does he forget to do what you ask without a major
problem? YES Does he neglect to do his fair share of the work around your
place ? YES Does he put himself before you sexually? YES Well if you answered
yes to even one of these questions do we ever have a quick and permanant
solution to these questions. The Castration Station will fix the problems you
are having with him. This is what comes in one convenient kit. No Assembly
required. A locking Headstock, An inflatable gag, Handcuffs and Key, A
spreader bar with attached anklecuffs, A piece of rope, An Elastator with 50
bands, 25 Rohypnol pills, Legal consent forms, and a razor sharp Ginsu knife.

How much you ask? You get all this for $99.95. Thats right only $99.95. And if
you call within 24 hours you get this shipped freight and tax free.

Lets breakdown the price after we show you how easy the Castration Station is
to use. First lets bring out on stage one lucky customer. Please welcome Deb.
(Applause) She is here tonight with her husband Dan, who is backstage. She
gave him a Rohypnol earlier to take the edge off. Deb show us how easy the
Castration Station is to get ready. Deb opens the wooden box which is about
the size of a card table and opens it up into a platform. Inside are all the
parts. She picks up the headstock and positions it at one end of the platform.
Thats all it take to get ready for her husband. Please bring him out. Out
walks Dan, nude, being led by two women, to a shower of boo's. Now watch
closely to see how easy this is. Deb takes her husband and has him kneel on
the platform, she takes him by the neck and gently pushes his head down and
into the stock. Then she closes the upper part locking him in place. Now put
on the Handcuffs. Deb picks them up and cuffs Dans hands behind his back. Now
the adjustable spreaderbar with anklecuffs. Deb puts Dans ankles in the cuffs
and loosens an eyebolt and spreads the bar apart and tightens the eyebolt.
This keeps him in an upright kneeling position. This is good time to put the
inflatable gag in his mouth. Deb puts the gag in Dans mouth and pumps it up.
Next take the rope with the slipknot and slip it over his balls. Deb does. Put
two of the bands on the rope. Deb does. Now put the end through the eyebolt on
the spreader bar. She does. Now pull it snug and tie it off. Deb does. He is
now ready to go. Easy wasn't it? The crowd goes wild. Now the fun part. Deb
picks up the Elastator and slip the four posts through one of the bands on the
rope, and open it up. She does and the band stretches out into a box. Slide
this box up over his balls about a half inch from his dick. Deb follows the
instructions. (This whole time a camera is showing closeups of the process on
large tvs on the stage.) When you're ready Deb, release the band.

The crowd chants Release the Band!

And with a big smile Deb releases the band which quickly squeezes Dans bag
down to about a dime size. (Dan starts to try to move, to no avail) The crowd
roars. Now Deb repeat the band process but put this one above the other, as
close to his penis as you can. Deb does it quickly and releases the final
band. Lets have a big hand for Deb and her Eunuch dan. Once again the crowd
gets loud. Lets leave dan alone for an hour or so, but lets bring out Laurie
and her eunuch jim for the finishing touches. Out onto the stage comes out
Laurie and two womenare pushing another Castration Station behind her. We
prepared jim a little over an hour ago so you could see the finished product.
The girls spin jim around, you can see his swollen and dark balls. Are you
ready Laurie? Laurie picks up the knife. Now Laurie take the knife and just
cut between the two bands. Laurie does, and jims sack plops off into a bag.
The crowd goes wild hooting and clapping. See how easy that was. Who wouldn't
want a Castration Station of their own. But wait, here is where we do the
math. Each Castration comes with enough bands to process 25 males. Devide that
into $99.95 and it comes out to be less than $4.00 per male or $2.00 per ball.
You can't go wrong. So call 1-XXX-XXX-XXXX and have your, his credit card
ready. and line up 24 of your friends for your very own Castration Station
Party. Now lets get back to dan. Deb are you ready to finish him up? Deb
states she is. Go for it she is told. She picks up the knife and with one
quick slice dan is a eunuch. (Editor's Note : The LAST thing I need is some
company with that real number harassing me!)

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VISIT TO THE DOCTOR (A JOKE)

Summary: A man visits his doctor and gets GOOD NEWS/BAD NEWS

THE ANNUAL CHECKUP

A guy goes for his annual checkup, and about a week later
his doctor calls him in to give him the results.  "Well,"
says the doc, "You're in pretty good health, however I do
have some good news and bad news for you."

"Give me the GOOD news first." Requests the guy.

"Your penis is three inches longer than it was on your
last physical."

"That's GREAT!" exclaims the guy, "but what's the BAD news?"

The doctor replies, "It's malignant!"


Manly Pursuits

Summary: A gay teenager has a tragic hunting accident which turns out for the best.

I was never masculine enough for my father. I am interested in opera, ballet,
art, etc. while "real men" are supposed to be interested in sports, hunting,
fishing, in other words, manly pursuits.
From my 17th birthday on, my father was always nagging me about dating and
marriage. I should be thinking about getting married and raising a family of
my own. I don't think that he ever realized (or was willing to admit) that I
am homosexual.
He was always dragging me to sports events, baseball games, football games,
boxing matches, etc. The only ones I ever liked were the wresatling matches.
In fact, I always kept my jacket in my lap to hide the fact that I had a
boner. Often I had to get up and go to the john and jerk off. For that matter,
I had to jerk off before hitting the showers after a gym class in high school
to keep from getting a boner.
Of course, in the Fall, we had to go hunting every weekend during deer season.
Thank God, I never had to gut a deer. I'd have puked all over it. Luckily, dad
is very near-sighted and couldn't hit the broad side of a barn from inside.
So, we'd go out in the woods with a couple of surplus Springfield .30-06's
bought from Norm Flayderman. I'd keep shooting at trees and saying "Damn !
Missed him." Dad, of course, never bagged anything either.
One day, though, while we were engaged in wasting ammunition there came a low
boom from the right. Shotguns weren't legal for deer hunting, and it was
certainly the sound of a 12-ga. shotgun. The boom was followed immediately by
a tearing scream from my throat. A 12-gauge solid slug had passed through my
trousers, my undershorts, my bag. my balls, my bag. my undershorts, and my
pants in that order. I fell down clutching at the mess that just before been
my balls, shrieking in agony.
Another hunter came on the run, from the left ahead of us, carrying another
.30-06 like ours. We never saw any sign of the hunter with the shotgun. He and
dad carried me to our car and drove to the emergency room at Benson Memorial
Hospital. State police car pulled in behind us, but, inasmuch as both dad and
the other hunter were honking their horns and flashing their headlights, he
recognized an emergency when he saw one.
Of course, all they could do at the hospital was to remove the wreckage of my
balls. When dad came into my room, I said bitterly "So much for "manly
pursuits." Dad never nagged me about masculinity again and left me alone to
enjoy my favorite indoor sport, cocksucking.

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Wolf in Priest's Clothing III

Summary: Part III - One part to go.

` I awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and burning wood. I was on the
chintz couch in the living room of the cottage. I couldn’t see much, just the
fireplace raging and the mantle glowing. Then the recall hit – “Holy shit, it
had been Max on that pile – his face disfigured, but still handsome.” I could
hear mumbling in the kitchen and tried to get up. `

Allaire and Reilly came out from the kitchen. “Hey, “ she said softly. “Don’t
ask right now. Just sip this.” I grabbed the mug, tearful and fearful. Reilly
curled at my feet and settled in. I drank deeply of the brew and sighed. “What
happened, Allaire?” I asked quietly. “You must have passed out and he brought
you here.” “I did not exchange words with him. That is for you to do.” “He is
gone.” “Did you find your answers, Rageane?”

I stared into the fire, back to the mantle and shook my head. “Only more
questions, I’m afraid,” was my reply. “Aren’t you surprised at this turn,
Allaire?” “No, not at all, “ she said with dismissal. “Time and space and
changes cannot tear apart the connection between the two of you.” “You see,
you have grown and so has he, finding his path to seclusion and spiritual
enrichment.” “You went against the wind and severed a tie that can never be
completely broken.” “Until you finish what you have started, you will run
circles around each other in this life and the next.”

“You have a choice – finish it now and be done with him, or continue to live
this empty, sober life of yours, one without orgasm, joy and love.” “Again,
it’s your choice, Rageane.” She began to walk away.

“My God, he’s disfigured, Allaire!” “The cancer must have progressed.” “Yes, I
saw – I did not ask anything of him.” “The cowl keeps it well hidden, but I
could sense the suffering and pain he was in.” “Do you think he’ll come
back,?” I asked slightly alarmed. “Yes, they are not yet done with you.” “You
will suffer much pain, dear one, but it will be a pale ghost, as is your
fear.” “Right now you need to sleep – it’s 1:00 a.m. and we have to pack to
return home tomorrow. I put my face down into the pillow and pulled the afghan
over me, hoping the fire would lull me into sleep. I whispered, “Goodnight
monk. Forgive me of my sinful actions – those I have done and those I intend
to do.”

Allaire heard the words and closed herself in her bedroom. Her precognition
was right. She closed the curtains and prayed silently for Max and Rageane.
When she saw him carrying her into the house, she wanted to kill him and the
wolf. The wolf held her at bay and she remained frozen in the hallway. She
watched as he kissed her tenderly on the forehead, smoothed her hair and
covered her. He whispered something to her before he turned and looked at
Allaire. She saw the right side of his face, like half the skin had been
removed and barely a neck under his jawbone. He pulled the cowl close to his
face and snapped at the wolf to follow him. Right out the door they went, no
words, only an immense wave of warm air brushed her arms.

I dreamt I was in a monastery – the bells were tolling for matins. I fell to
my knees on the hard brick floor, but I couldn’t remember the prayers. There
were whips lashing at my back and I could feel the hot blood run down my back
and my ass. “Pray, bitch,” they ordered. “You filthy un-sexual whore, PRAY!”
They put jars of testicles on the bed in front of me. “Pray to them, you
unclean, perverted queen of torture.”

“This is your future. You are the ordained butcher – Shed their blood as
Christ’s was shed for you.” “Worship, you pagan, submissive whore.” The
whippings continued until my gagging tears were choking me. I folded my hands
and kissed the jars one by one. “I…I, worship you givers of life and purity. I
am a filthy whore; I deserve nothing. I live for your balls. I worship your
balls – I forsake all and everything but the desire to take them and catch
them and rub them on my putrid body.” “Oh puleeeeseeeee!” I fell to the ground
and covered my head as the lashings continued. One of them sneered at me.
“This one will never have the seed of man within her. She is unworthy of the
seed.” “All but her will be satisfied.” “NOOOOOOO,” I begged. “I will give you
Max’s balls, if you let him come inside me, just once.” “Please let me
complete the act with the only man I have ever loved.” The large man swung me
around. I had not seen my attackers. “Look up, unholy slut!” He screamed at
me.

There were five monks around me. All of them had pulled up their robes with
the toncture and their huge cocks were hard and dripping. “Suck us off, lick
our balls, you drunken sow!” They were all over me, jerking their cocks into
my hair, my face, my mouth and ears. I was covered in their slimy, heavy cum.
It was like acid and it burned my skin and singed my hair. I sucked and licked
and gagged on the spew of these holy men. Their balls were like concrete, hard
and cold. My hands were covered with their cum and piss. I wanted to wretch,
but I continued to oblige them to save my life. “You see, you were forced to
do this so you bear no responsibility – you cannot feel guilt.” “Eat of us,
slut, pig, whore!!!” A chalice of blood poured over me and the wolf appeared
and growled at the monks. He leapt at them and began to tear them apart. I
screamed and ran to the barred window, fell with my head in my hands as the
wolf devoured them. “Not this way, precious one!” “Not this way.” I heard the
voice say. “Help me, please,” I begged aloud. “It shall be done, but with
honor and love, passion and you will receive the gift you most desire.” “You
will have my seed – my final gift to you.”

I awoke in tears, the fire had died out and the cold raced through me. I
padded to the bathroom and looked in the mirror – my face was stained pinkish,
my hoodie, bloodied and my hands, scratched and aching. Violently l threw up
in the toilet, looked again in the mirror and I was me again. “Oh Max, please
come for me,” I pleaded.

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Love Biting (straight, testicles)

The cold winter snowstorm kept them inside all weekend. Bored, the activities
quickly turned to lovemaking. The sex had been long and steamy and short and
raunchy as they

explored each other's bodies and desires. She loved the feeling of his

balls banging against her flesh as he

rammed her faster and faster. She also noticed his added reactions when she
licked and caressed his balls.

Sunday morning, she awoke knowing

what she desperately wanted. She hauled down his blankets and woke him with
warm kisses down his chest,belly and finally thighs. His erection was almost
instant

as she licked his shaft from tip to base before beginning her sucking. She
took him as deep as she could, and then began

her descent. Her groin became instantly

wet as she sucked his balls into her moist mouth. He began bucking into her as
she began to nibble on his testicles, slowly increasing pressure with each
bite. He grabbed his penis and began jerking rapidly, his eyes still showing

disbelief at his present situation. He never felt so much pain, and yet
excitement at once. Reaching under and holding his ass firmly, she squeezed
his nut with all her effort. Feeling it getting softer and then finally
crushing in her teeth. Orgasming at what she had done she began chewing on the
other one.

Feeling faint but still jerking, he came all over his belly. Confused by the
whole event, he laid back only to hear

"Sorry sexy, but that's your last cum"

He looked up to see her sexy naked body straddling his legs, then focused on
his remaining ball in her hand. With a playful wink she squeezed and watched
him writhe in pain, until he fell silent and exhausted. She cuddled up to his
spent body, realizing she had castrated her lover.


Cup Check

Summary: Locker Room Prank

In the boys locker rooms at many schools the boys do something called a cup
check. Boys that play sports such as baseball, football and other organized
sports wear a jock strap containing a hard cup which is wornto protect the
testicles from injury.

In many locker rooms the boys do this game called cup checking where they
check a boy for a jockstrap with a cup by hitting another boy in the groin
with their fist to see if he is wearing aprotective cup.

At Ponderosa High School several boys were doing cup checks following a sports
event. Several boys passed their checks but this one fourteen year old boy was
cup checked and fell to the floor in pain since the checkers fist had hit him
square and firmly in the scrotum.

Sometime later the boy complained to his mother who noticed that he was in
obvious pain. His mother took him to their family doctor who immediately sent
him to a hospital emergency room with the outer layer of his testicles cracked
or ruptured which caused severe damage and bleeding.

Testicles with this type of injury no longer produces sperm even if the
testicles are saved however in most cases ruptured testicles are removed. Boys
with their testicles removed are forever sterile and in reality are Eunuchs.

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Larry:  A Christmas Story

Summary: Two Christmas encounters with a tall, dark, handsome stranger.

` Larry was always a party boy. And a cute dude. Not a whisker taller than
5’6”. As soon as he was old enough to get past the doorman, he was in the
clubs every night. By the time he was in his mid 20s, he was getting into
heavier stuff. The leather scene caught his fancy and he got into rougher and
rougher scenes and seedier bars. During the 2000 Christmas holidays, Larry had
been clubbing for days. On Christmas Eve, Larry couldn't help noticing that a
leather daddy with a shaved head, huge moustache and closely cropped beard had
been circling him all night, eyeing him intently from the shadows. He had to
be at least six-and-a-half-feet tall, all of its muscled glory swathed in
black leather. Larry was wasted, but still horny and increasingly turned on.
So he eventually summoned the nerve and testosterone to stumble over to the
giant man in black and slurred, "Take me home, master." The giant smiled
broadly, flashing what seemed to Larry to be about 100 gleaming white teeth
under his moustache. Without saying a word, he took a collar and chain out of
his back pocket, gently but firmly buckled it around Larry's neck and led him
out of the bar. In less than a minute, Larry was on the back of a Harley
chopper, holding onto his new daddy for dear life as they barrelled into the
sunrise.Larry looked up occasionally, but had no idea where they might be
headed. They seemed to wind up in an industrial area, racing past a blur of
factories, refineries and warehouses. They turned up an alley between two dark
buildings and went quite far into a complex of low, sooty brick buildings. The
Harley crawled to a stop and Larry heard the sound of an electric overhead
door opening. As he looked up, the Harley was inching into a building with
very high ceilings, steel girders and hanging lights. He heard the door close
behind them. His leather man revved the bike twice, switched off the engine
and said, "Home, sweet home, boy." Larry climbed off the bike, promptly losing
his balance in his stupor and tumbling onto the cold, dusty concrete floor. He
tried to get up, but his arms and legs just didn't seem to cooperate. Leather
daddy scooped him up in his huge arms and said softly, "It's bed time,
boy."Larry awoke in total silence and darkness. His head was splitting. No
matter how much he tried to adjust his eyes, he couldn't see a thing. He tried
to roll over, but found he couldn't. There seemed to be a huge strap across
his chest and arms. It felt as if it might be lined in fur. He realized his
knees were raised, each of them also in some kind of harness. He tried to call
out, but could only make a muffled sound. He finally figured out that he was
gagged, as well.After what seemed to be an eternity, a steel door creaked
open, flooding the room with blinding light. He heard a light switch snap and
an enormous steel spotlight beamed above him. He could feel its warmth on his
crotch. As Larry's eyes were still trying to adjust, he felt a hand on his
inner thigh. "It's all right, boy. Daddy's here.""Daddy has a Christmas gift
for you. Do you want it now?" Larry nodded slowly, still not able to see
clearly. "Merry Christmas, then," the unseen master said. The leather master
grasped Larry's dick and began to massage it. It took a lot of stroking to
make Larry even half-hard, but eventually he had a respectable if not rock-
hard erection. Then he caught a whiff of rubbing alcohol and his dick was
suddenly very flooded with something icy cold. Almost immediately, Larry felt
a flash of intense pain in the head of his penis as something very large and
very sharp was jabbed into the tip and out the base. This was followed by
something much wider being inserted. Larry was wild with pain. "Stop it,
motherfucker! What are you doing?!!!" Larry tried to scream. Gagged, he could
produce only a mumble. "You don't have to thank me, boy," the master purred
with a chuckle. "But I expect a gift from you next year. Go to sleep now."
Larry felt the quick jab of a hypodermic needle in his buttock. He fell asleep
in less than a minute, mumbling more and more softly until he was completely
out.When Larry woke up, he was in his own bed, in his own apartment. He was
very groggy, his mouth was dry and his head was still splitting. His first
thought was, "Man, what a dream!" He tried to sit up and felt a sudden, sharp
bolt of pain from his groin. He reached down with both hands and grabbed his
crotch. It felt padded. He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly peeled them down.
The first thing he saw was a bright red bow, crushed flat and a small
envelope. He pulled off the bow and it dragged threads of gauze behind it.
Larry opened the envelope with some difficulty, as his hands were shaking.
Inside, the card read "Enjoy your gift, boy. It's solid gold. Daddy." Larry
struggled frantically with the huge wad of gauze until he found a loose end
and started unwrapping. It seemed as if there were miles of the stuff. As more
and more gauze was removed, it was no longer pure white, but dotted by stains
of blood. Finally, his penis was revealed. Larry slowly lifted it up and
realized what the note meant. There was a large, gleaming gold Prince Albert
piercing through the head. Larry slumped back on the bed. "Fuck you, daddy,"
he muttered aloud. Over the next few months, Larry looked for his leather
daddy in the bars and tried hard to find the same infamous warehouse, but had
no luck. He had grown to like the Prince Albert, though. And it was always an
attention-getter in the baths.A year passed and Larry was once again making
the most of his Christmas holiday. The leather bars were still his favorite
haunts. On Christmas Eve 2001, there he was, wasted, in the same bar as a year
before. Suddenly, there was the mystery daddy he’d searched for all year. Same
shaved head, same giant moustache, same mouthful of gleaming white teeth.
Larry stalked over immediately and hurled himself against the man's chest,
shoving him hard with both arms outstretched. The big man didn't flinch,
didn't budge. It was as if he were a mountain of muscle. Looking straight up
into the man's eyes, Larry said, "Never got a chance to thank you for my gift,
fucker." "Well, do you like it, boy?" the man purred, flashing his
incandescent smile. Larry was disarmed. He lowered his eyes and stared at the
floor. "It's okay," he said softly.A huge hand grabbed the back of Larry's
hair and forced him to look up. "Didn't hear you boy, speak up.""I said it's
OKAY," Larry said through clenched teeth.The man let go of Larry's hair and
slowly began to stroke his neck. "You're welcome, boy," he said with teeth
flashing again. "Let's celebrate over a drink. Don't you move."The man
strolled easily to the bar, whispered into the bartender’s ear and soon
returned with two shot glasses. "Tequila. Drink it fast." The large man
slugged his down in one gulp. Larry, not about to be upstaged, did the same.
There was a strange aftertaste. As he stood toe-to-toe with the giant man and
stared into his face, the leather daddy’s white teeth seemed to glow brighter
and brighter. And the music seemed to get louder and louder, blending into a
fuzzy din. That's all Larry could remember as he came to in his bed. By the
color of the light through his venetian blinds, it seemed to be late
afternoon. Larry tried to rise, but couldn't move. In his hungover state, he
eventually realized that he'd been tucked into bed very securely. He had to
tug very hard to free one side of the sheet. As the sheet came free, he tried
to get up but was stunned suddenly by a bolt of pain from his crotch. He
flopped back down on the bed. "SHIT!" Larry screamed, suddenly wincing from
the effect the loud sound had on his throbbing head. He slowly peeled back the
sheet, almost afraid to look. Once again, there was a large red bow, flattened
somewhat by the tight sheet, with a small envelope attached. Larry went
straight for the envelope this time. The note read, "I told you I expected
gifts from you this Christmas. Love ‘em. Thanks. Daddy." Larry began
frantically unwinding the strips of gauze, his tension rising as the gauze
became more and more blood stained. When the last strip of gauze came free,
the late afternoon light was fading and he couldn't quite see what was there.
He switched on the light beside his bed, swung his legs off the bed and
doubled over to inspect his aching crotch.He saw two lines of finely knotted
sutures on his now empty scrotum.A long, low wail arose from somewhere in
Larry’s being. He passed out.Larry never saw his 6'6" leather daddy again. He
refuses to wear the gold Prince Albert. But the hole in the base of his penis,
the scars from the incisions and his limp, lifeless scrotum will always be
there to remind him of the tall, mysterious stranger with such a dazzling
smile.

* * *

`


Why I Castrated My Husband

I was going bald. It sucks being a woman going bald. There was no other option
for my female hereditary baldness. More than that, my husband was too much of
a wimp. Oh, he could eat pussy very well, but he just wasn't worth a good
fucking.

Eventually, we just stopped having sex. I'd let him eat me occasionally but I
didn't reciprocate. We were in a rut.

Finally, I consented to my hairdresser to just shave it off. My tiny dicked
husband, of course was turned on but the little perv. disgusted me. I turned
to wearing wigs and working out.

The workouts were fantastic. I work out 2-3 times a day and really pump iron.
I noticed that I had bigger biceps than the twink so I'd rub it in. Then I
decided to really get into the body building. The steroids had all but removed
my hair on the top of my head so it was really easy to shave it off. But it
got so that the wigs just didn't look right. More than that I was begining to
get a bit more peach fuzz on my face.

My clitoris on the other hand was getting bigger. it actually started popping
out like an erection. I did like the way my husband ate me but I wanted more
than him. I wondered if I was turning lesbian, I did fantasize big cocks, but
just that they were on women. On night after a hard workout this hulking black
guy asked me if I wanted to fool around with him and his hot wife. I don't
know why I said yes except I was excited.

When I came home I didn't feel ashamed to let my husband eat me. In fact he
seemed to like the taste even better. That gave me an idea. I'd let him have
sex but only if he ate me out right after. He not only agreed he seemed
happier. So I thought let's just kick it up a notch.

I took him to a cutter. We left his three inch dick alone but made sure to
remove everything else nice and tight. Some of his ball sac was used to make a
little vagina wall. It was cute. I had also been pumping him with female
hormones for quite some time so he was really starting to look cute too.

My Black lover and I share his ass like we share his wife after we go out
drinking. I love watching him eat out my lover's wife's pussy too. He loves
cleaning us all up.

* * *


Cheers to Tears to Cheers — Reunion 10, Chapter 1

Summary: <b>Justice is planned to make a wrong romance right.</b>

` `

•

She is a motherly little home maker. She is one of those wives who just wants
to be in a one-wife marriage.

But no! Mister _In-Love-With-His-Own-Cock_ wants more. Twelve inches with a
twelve IQ.

We've all seen the type. Mosty because his type loves to show _IT_ off. Mostly
we're of the type who would rather just cut _IT_ off.

Funny how we went through the stage when we actually craved colossal cocks —
what _were_ we thinking? Guys go through the big tit syndrome, so maybe it was
natural for us to have gone through the big _IT_ syndrome.

Maybe it was natural — or at least expected — that the cute little cheerleader
would always fall in love with and marry the biggest basket-baller with the
biggest bone. High school, it seems, didn't yet mean we had high standards.

_Everyone_ went to the wedding. The maids (ha!) of honor, the best (big ha!)
men, friends of hers, friends of his.

And was the groom well-groomed? The big prick who loved his own big prick
slicked back his hair with his own jism!

•

_Flash ahead past the honeymoon,
past the blood
all over the Niagara Falls sheets
where the cute little cheerleader
had her cute little pussy
stretched beyond design limits,
past the years of physical abuse,
past the years of verbal abuse._

•

A decade later, they have two wonderful kids — and he has twenty wenches on
the side.

High schools have summer reunions. Ten years later, high standards are finally
setting in. It may not be too late for our cute little cheerleader.

The other really-cute, but much larger, cheerleader always had a crush on her
cute little friend.

Lesbianism and radicalism were not openly tolerated within the closed walls of
education, nor were they openly tolerated within the closed minds of their
parents, at that time. _Now_ should be different.

We'll _make_ it different now. We'll especially make _IT_ different!

•

_End of chapter one.
The _real_ reunion is next week.
See you in a few days._

And don't worry.

Classy Bitch
and her coolest of classmates
have bail funds ready.

Righteousness is always right,
and usually fun.

* * *


A fathers regret

Summary: A young stallion challenges a his father the herd leader. when he looses his father faces a tough choice and some regret.

Many times a young stallion will issue a challenge to one of the lead
stallions in the herd. It is up to the older stallion if he accepts or not,
but it is considered a great dishonour to not accept. This is why a challenge
is always accepted. Usually it is at this point that the young stud backs
down. There is no dishonour in this, and nobody looks down on the young studs
if they back down. Sure their mates may tease them for a bit, but not for
long. After all a lot is at stake if it comes down to battle.

If the young stud beats the stallion he challenged, he gains his position in
the herd. All the former stallions mares are his, as is his right to mate.
However if he loses then the stallion he challenged is charged with preventing
the young stud from ever mating. It is his duty to geld the challenger, to
refuse such a task means banishment and gelding.

That was Blairs dilemma as he looked upon the prone form tied securely to the
table. Normally it would be a pleasure to geld the young stallion now securely
tied to the table. Certainly he had won the right to wield the blade that
would deprive this youth of his equine pride. To deny him forever the
pleasures a mare could provide. To cut short his line, never allowing him the
fortune of having offspring. This time it was different. He felt sorry for the
young stallion, regretted what he must do.

He should have refused the challenge at the start. Honour had forbade it, but
the herd might have understood. They could not have faulted him for refusing
to battle his own son. Yet he had accepted the challenge in the hopes that
Rhoan would back down. Not that he had. Rhoan had been sure his father would
step down without a fight, never believing that his own father could geld him.
In the end neither one had budged, the battle went ahead.

It was a good fight, the opponents equally matched. In the end it came down to
experience, and though Blair won it felt to him as if he had lost.

Now he stood before the gelding table, knife in hand. Rhoan tied securely, his
bag cinched tight with moist rawhide strips. His eyes open wide as he pleaded,
begged for his release. Desperate to remain a stallion. Never would he feel
the velvet folds of a mares pussy. So much was to be denied him now. If only
he had waited. The herd would have been his in a few years. Blair had intended
to hand over the reins and retire, now he would have to wait.

“I’m sorry”

Blair sighed as he grasped the already cool bag and drew the sharp knife
between the two rawhide strips

* * *


The Dump

Summary: A dare at the Junk Yard.

"You're such a pussy Matt!" "Just Fucking do it!" "Dude go!"

Some words I heard yelled in my ear and inches from my face as my friends and
I stood besides a 6 foot high fence. We were all 15 years old and teeming with
testosterone. It was a dare. A dare to climb over the fence and jump into the
Carvines' family garbage and srap lot. The reason I was so hesitant to do so
was the fact that there was a near 300 pound ferocious beast of a dog ready to
hunt down and attack and most likely kill any person who sets foot in the lot.

I was just a dumb everyday teenager. I've never gotten laid. My dick was a
good eight inches hard. I never measured it flacid. But there's no need to,
right? My friends and I usually challenged eachother to dangerous dares. A few
days ago I dared my friend pete to climb onto the roof of my house and jump
into my pool. But damn did he miss. He slammed right into the side and the
side of the pool went straight up inbetween his legs and crushed his precious
jewels. He's been to the hospital nine times since. But he's recovering. I'm
sure he's sterile though, which really sucks but only I feel that way, not
him. He loves his balls too much to admit that.

So back to the story. Pete wanted to get even for my ridiculous dare. It was
simple. Just run my skinny ass off to the other side of the dump and out the
gate and to avoid the huge mutt at all costs.

I was dumb, like I said, and wore very loose sweat pants. And Pete promised me
a few minutes with his very hot sister. So I wore no underwear. Again, I was
very stupid. I mean she was 18! Like she even agreed!

I climbed the fence and crouched when I landed to stay low so no one saw me. I
started to jog across the empty spaces inbetween piles of scrap and stayed
low. The coast was clear so I sprinted but with just my luck I tripped.

On a chain.

A dog chain.

IMMEDIATELY I felt huge paws mount my back and I nearly shit myself when the
damn beast barked in my ear. It flipped me on my back with its huge paws and
started barking and clawing at the ground around me. The dog was getting drool
and mucus all over me and I couldn't move, I was too fozen with fear.

I was screaming and crying as this huge dog was ripping at my clothes. He
started yanking at my pants and nearly pulled them off!
This dog had huge balls and when i say huge i mean bigger then mine. So I
planted a foot right in his balls. He backed off and whimpered and that gave
me a chance to get up. The dog simply growled with a very firey anger burning
up inside him.

I ran.

He bit my leg and my pants ripped right off. I don't know how. It just
happened. He ripped them up so good before hand they just tore off with ease.
My cock and balls were flapping between my legs as I ran and I came to a dead
end.

There was a fence at the end of the path so I climbed up it as high as i could
but the wall behind the fence prevented my from jumping over. I turned around
on the old busted fence and kind of sat on it while watching this huge dog
come running up to the bottum of the fence. My legs were spread wide and I had
forgotten my cock and balls were very vulnerable. Yeah, I think you know where
this is going. The dog leaped up five feet in the air and latched on to my
cock and balls with his incredible jaw strength and fangs.

He was hanging on my package like I was hanging on the fence. My friends were
long gone. I was SCREAMING so hard that I turned red. my fingers were caught
in the fence and I think some of them broke. I could not move while this
vicious beast tore off my precious, precious penis and testicles.

I just remember waking up in an ambulance. Of course my balls and cock weren't
saved. I had lost an incredible amount of blood. I almost died.

I now am genderless and I dearly miss my penis and balls.

That damn dog is now dead thankfully.And the scrap dump was shut down from my
incident.

I haven't seen my friends in years.

I wish I had my dick.

* * *


All Hat, No Cattle

Summary: Hitchhikers, petty criminals and pretty men selected at random are grazed and milked electronically.

Larry wasn't entirely sure, but it seemed after a while that blue
and white Parish Constable cars passed him with increasing freq-
uency on RR 29 near Bossier City. Then 3 of them converged to trap
him in their headlights and he knew things had taken a turn for the
worse; he had no idea..

A wiry woman of about 45 woke him at 6 am, grabbed him by the nape
of his muscular neck, and forcibly bent him over the washstand in
what appeared in the early sunlight to be a cell made entirely of
stainless steel.  With her other hand she released his belt and
pulled his jeans down to expose his buttocks.  He lurched and made
an explosive grunting noise as she matter-of-factly inserted 2,
maybe 3 fingers into his rectum, rotated them back and forth and
withdrew, all in the space of less than a minute.  Keeping him
more or less immobile with one hand gripping his neck in what felt
like talons of iron, she then lubricated the passage quickly and
forced some sort of lozenge deep into his lower intestine.

What followed remained Larry's solitary fantasy for the nightmare
period that was to come.  The woman, darkly authoritative and very
well-conditioned, lowered his jeans to his knees, extracted his
penis and scrotum from his briefs, and after examining both very
carefully, applied a bluish antiseptic-smelling liquid.  She then
ran hot water into the metal washstand and rinsed his genitals with
what seemed to be more enthusiasm than absolutely warranted.  His
penis swelled and began to erect even before she began to masturbate
him.  She dandled his testicles, squeezing the scrotal sac almost
painfully until he was fully erect, his penis a deep red, the sens-
itive skin stretched shiny.  Astonishingly, the woman reached into
the Eisenhower jacket of her uniform, produced about a foot of
snub-nosed glass tubing and acting with practiced dispatch, inserted
it into Larry's urethra, all the while pinching his foreskin and
rolling its inflamed flesh between her index finger and thumb.  He
came with such force and in such volume that the tube moved visibly
out of the end of his penis by about an inch before she caught it.
"You're a regular pistol, aren't you", she observed, stoppering the
the catch-bottle into which his semen had been ejected with such
force.  "I'll be back after this is tested.  Pull up your pants."

[to be continued]


Aztecs 5

Summary: Tezozo discovers the horrors of his new role.

` AZTECS 5 `

By Pueros

Chapter 5 – Temples

(Tenochtitlan, capital of the Aztec Empire, September 1520)

The High Priest wiped the sperm from his face with his left hand and placed as
much of the precious substance as possible in a bowl proffered by one of the
nullified acolytes before returning it to grip Juan’s penis. He was about to
nullify the Spanish boy with the knife held by its turquoise handle in his
right hand when a loud “No!” resounded around the temple. The sungod, splayed
on the wooden cross above and behind the sacrificial plinth, had
unprecendentedly uttered a command. Everyone, including the prostrating throng
of worshippers, looked at Tezozo who continued, in heavily accented and
faltering Aztec, “He is not to suffer!” The message seemed clear enough to the
High Priest who looked at his new Emperor, Cuauhtemou, for confirmation of
what to do. Cuauhtemou just nodded and the deeply relieved naked Juan was
removed from the plinth and returned by his Priestly escorts to his cell. The
four Priests returned shortly afterwards with another young victim, for
someone had to die on this autumnal equinox.

The second similarly aged boy was a pretty dark-haired Tlaxcalan captive who
was being kept for sacrifice on another day. However, he had now been swiftly
bathed and re-attired to meet an earlier death. This time, Tezozo could do
little to intervene for the cross had been lowered temporarily so that he
could be gagged. The High Priest wished to help the sungod avoid further
distressful interruptions.

The struggling new sacrifice was rapidly splayed on the plinth and the High
Priest cut off the boy’s loincloth. Another hardening penis was held by the
High Priest’s left hand whilst the knife was again presented to the underside
of a young ball sac. Some rapid jerking with the left hand swiftly produced
the sacred product required for the now changed bowl and no intervention came
to stop the youngster’s subsequent nullification. The High Priest was soon
dangling the severed genitalia by the cockhead high above the screaming boy’s
bloody loins. A mixture of blood and spilt semen dripped onto the agonised
lad’s body. However, the victim’s torment did not last too long as the High
Priest, after placing the genitalia in another bowl proffered by one of the
acolytes, proceeded to extract the young Tlaxcalan’s heart.

Tezozo was appalled as his people did not practise sacrifice. The boy had
observed criminals and prisoners executed by spear but had never experienced
anything as awfully cruel as what he had just seen. He did not know that he
was due to suffer the same fate in nine months and would see far worse in the
interim. Tezozo was deeply saddened by the spectacle but also grateful that he
had managed to save his friend, at least for now.

The hundreds of worshippers regained their feet whilst the three bowls
containing the sacrificial victim’s semen, genitalia and heart were placed on
top of his bloodied chest and stomach. The Priests and acolytes left the
plinth and Cuauhtemou walked forward to climb up the front steps. From the
other side of the dead Tlaxcalan, the High Priest lifted the bowl containing
the sperm and handed it to his new Emperor, who proceeded to lick the dish dry
before returning it to the boy’s body. The High Priest now picked up the
genitalia and heart, placing the two organs respectively in Cuauhtemou’s left
and right hands. The Emperor turned to face the watching crowd and raised his
hands, now dripping blood, in the air. There was a huge cheer as the last man
to occupy the Aztec Imperial throne was confirmed in his position.

Cuauhtemou replaced the organs in their appropriate bowls, which the acolytes,
returned to the plinth, collected and took away. The four Priests removed the
dead body before lowering and releasing Tezozo from his bondgage and his gag.
The petrified boy was himself now dragged to and, after his loincloth was
removed, spreadeagled naked on the plinth. His horror, enhanced by feeling
congealing blood under his back, caused the lad to shiver uncontrollably. This
intensified further when the acolytes returned with a tiny red urn, emblazoned
with a yellow sunburst, and two similarly painted pottery boxes. The latter
were opened and the genitalia and heart of the previous sungod, extracted
three months earlier and very cool because of their cold storage, were taken
out and placed respectively on the splayed boy’s stomach and chest. The urn
was then presented to his lips for the contents to be consumed. The High
Priest had to pinch the lad’s nose before he would comply. The 13 years old
now tasted semen for the first time.

Tezozo’s shivering decreased when he felt the Emperor’s lips encase his cock
and he was soon vibrating instead through orgasm. Having been anointed with
the sungod’s sacred fertility elixir, Cuauhtemou descended from the plinth,
passed through the crowd, again prostrate, and left the temple, quickly
followed by the assemblage. The previous sungod’s genitalia and heart were now
returned to their boxes and Tezozo was removed from the plinth. After one of
the acolytes had wiped the blood from the 13 years old’s body, he was
redressed to rejoin Juan.

The 14 years old Spaniard thanked Tezozo profusely for his salvation,
especially when he heard what happened to the boy who had replaced him.
However, the unknowing half-brothers remained rather sombre as they talked
about what the future held for them. Nevertheless, this did not adversely
affect their appetites and that evening Tezozo’s food was different to normal,
a spicy mince. He was never to know that he had eaten his predecessor’s sexual
and cardiovascular organs.

The next morning, after bathing, Tezozo was taken unbound in procession by his
now customary escort of four Priests and four acolytes to another smaller
temple. Passers-by bowed to the sungod as he passed. The temple to the firegod
had no sacrificial plinth but instead possessed a small central hearth full of
blazing wood. The sungod was sat on an elevated throne nearby and a handsome
youth of about 16 was brought in by four local priests to the temple nave. The
youth was attired in a red loincloth but, instead of the sunburst emblem, the
flaps displayed a golden flame. The 16 years old was disorientated because he
had been forced to drink strong pulque, a fermented drink produced from the
sap of agave. The priests splayed the youth face-up on the floor. Holding a
limb apiece, they then lifted him and introduced his body to the flames in the
hearth. The resultant screams were blood curdling and Tezozo closed his eyes
in horror. When the 13 years old opened them again after quiet had been
restored, he saw that the youth’s body had now been left in the fire.

The traumatised Tezozo was eventually returned to his cell but Juan did not
await him. The young Spaniard had been taken to Cuauhtemou’s palace and would
not return to the main temple for some time.

(To be continued in Chapter 6 – ‘Sacrifices’)

* * *


Papercutter Penis (A Short Story)

Summary: Picture planter stumped

` `

We had gotten used to it at RiteSoft. Every few days, a scream from one of the
girls would shatter the morning routine. Or, it might be one of the guys,
letting a stream of profanity loose from a cubicle after the discovery of yet
another picture of a guy’s erect dick. This had been going on for months, it
was always the same dick, Xeroxed and left in a picture frame or file folder
around different peoples desks. We have about a 120 people who work here. Most
of us are 20ish and pretty open-minded. We figured after a few times, we’d
find out who it was at a party or something and all have a good laugh.

It started to get creepy when it just kept happening and the joke was way
over. Without having everyone at RiteSoft whip their schlongs out, there was
no way to know who the mystery penis belonged to. What was remarkable about
the copied cock was how unremarkable it was. Standard US issue dick, about
61/2 inches long, circumcised and an average width.

It got even creepier when the photocopied phallus began appearing in peoples
cars and at home in their bedrooms and bathrooms. We tried staying late,
showing up unannounced at nights and on the weekend to no avail. One Wednesday
night, completely by accident, we struck pay dirt. Actually, I stuck pay dirt.
I met some friends for dinner, then went back to the office about 8pm to pick
up a CD I left in the burner. To my amazement, there in front of the copier,
pants around his knees, was Bob Lipschitz. No wonder we hadn’t been able to
figure out who it was. He’d gotten into some sort of trouble with the SEC for
insider trading and caused the company’s stock to founder. It had cost myself,
and some of the other software writers, 100’s of thousands in bonuses.

Bob was oblivious to my presence due to the noise of the copier. I made the
decision in an instant! I lost my bonus, Bob was gonna lose his boner.

I picked up one of those heavy tape dispensers and whacked him in the back of
the head. Almost noiselessly, he slumped to the carpet. After turning him
over, I took the paper cutter and place it on his belly. I then grabbed his
still dick and placed as much a possible on the wooden part of the cutter.
Raising the guillotine like blade as high a possible and took a deep breath.
As the blade hit Bob’s doomed dick, it made a sound similar to chopping a
crisp head of lettuce before sending it flying. It hit the copy machine with a
bloody splat.

The next morning, Bob was gone but his severed dick was found on the glass
plate of the copier with a full ream of bloody color copies and the add paper
light flashing. This was one little prick who’d never fuck anyone again,
literally or metaphorically. The rude surprises stopped and Bob was never
heard from again.

* * *


No Cunts for Old Men

Summary: Lost to be found.

In his 20’s, the serpentine tattoo on his cock looked like a cobra about to
strike. In his 40’s, it looked more like an inchworm sleeping.

Not to say Lee did not remain in very good shape 20 years after his graphic
pet snake was laser-penned on his phallic pet snake. He was still trim and
slim. His long shaved shapely legs were topped by a backside that any Playboy
centerfold would have been proud of.

In fishnets and stilettos – and nothing else – he indeed looked like a bad-
assed bare-assed erotic model. From the back, a female model. From the front,
a still young-looking tranny for every inch – even the shrunken snake was cute
in its now sleepy display.

Lee and his young boyfriend Tommy were very much in love. Tommy was the top,
while Lee, so to speak, had _risen_ to bottom. Tommy gave and Lee received.
And happy they both were with this attitude between fucker and fuckee.

Wee, wee, wee, Tommy often drove Lee all the way home.

Yet.

Lee looked longingly in the full-length mirror. His ass was oozing creamy cum
and his mouth was similarly blessed. Oral and anal, Tommy always came and
came. A BF loaded with loads is a fun person to have in and around.

Yet.

Lee gazed at his naked shapely shape. He knew his backside was perfect. He
suddenly envisioned that his frontside could be perfect as well. How about
some nice tit implants for Tommy to place a third load on? How about letting
the time-shrunken snake finally shed its skin, traded for a custom-crafted
pussy for load number four?

So.

At Thailand they landed, greeted on the tarmac by the limo sent from the
progressive country’s very best SRS clinic. In it, they climbed. The ride
passed by some great Asian scenery, but the two lovers were in lip-lock,
excited together about what was to come – especially about what was about to
come off.

As the doctors and nurses held clip boards, taking notes, with a medical
photographer snapping away, Lee displayed his naked self with a dance of
pirouettes.

Grabbed and prodded, the medical professionals agreed the ass was perfect as-
is. Measured and massaged, the medical professionals agreed that 38 Double D’s
would fit just fine at the tit coordinates of Lee’s trim frame.

Then the little snake and worm were measured and massaged. The verdict on the
dick is that maybe 10 years ago there would have been enough of it to reform
into a vagina. But now…

Tommy’s cock was measured and massaged. All the numbers were computer
crunched. It was time to chat.

Fortunately, the SRS clinic female nurses were all former men. They had
shapely surprises under their short sexy skirts. Some of the surprises were
surprises of absence rather than surprises of endowment.

She cocks were cute. Crafted cunts were nice. But the there was nothing quite
so cool as absolutely nothing. Feeling the nullos turned the BF’s hearts to
jello. They saw, they stroked, they wanted.

Standing now before the full-length mirror, Lee can see that his ( _her_ ,
now, I mean) full frontal is now fully perfect. Perfect face. Perfect tits
(now dripping cum deposits of their own). Perfect legs. Perfect silky smooth
nothingness between those perfect legs.

Taking it all off had the effect of taking 20 years off Lee’s apparent age.
Maybe there would be no cunt for this older man-now-woman, but now he had a
new silk tapestry for snake tattoo number two.

Tommy was now unloading way past two.

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Two Slaves

Summary: Two slaves wrestle to determine who remains a man and who becomes the slave of a slave.

` The following is a work of fiction intended for an adult audience. You must
be of legal age and desiring to read adult content of a violent, homosexual
nature and such material must be legal in your locality. That said, enjoy! `

He lay on the bed of the hotel room, his suitcases on the luggage stand by the
closet. His blond hair was parted in the middle and a youthful, early twenties
physique and six-foot form were on his bed, his legs dangling from the foot.
There was a knock on the door. He leapt from the bed and pounced on the door.
Turning the handle, he gazed on the seventeen-year-old boy whom he knew only
online whose dark hair, cut short, and a slight build were striking.

“Hi,” he said to James. “Come in.”

James stepped into the hotel room. Within minutes they were embracing on the
bed, their cocks pressed tightly together through the fabric of their pants.
Then another knock at the door interrupted them. They looked at each other and
smiled; he jumped up, ran to the door, and peeked through the security
window—it was the other slave. He opened the door and ushered the blond slave,
Matt, in. His short teenage frame was like that of a soccer player and his
light brown hair was cut short into a typical jock haircut. The three of them
collapsed into an orgiastic pile on the bed.

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A week later, the three boys were totally exhausted. An entire week of non-
stop sex had drained their once virile bodies into dully glowing from the
afterglow and their laughter had drifted off into lopsided smiles. The room
now smelled of sweat and sex and the bed’s coils had probably suffered
permanent damage from the constant sex.

“Well, I guess it is time boys,” he said. All three boys knew what he meant.
James and Matt stripped out of the sweaty boxers they were in and faced each
other in the center of the room, slightly bent over at the waist, hands on
each other’s shoulders. “Go,” he said and the two boys lunged at each other.

James quickly gained the upper hand, despite his lanky build. Matt, for his
part allowed himself to be pushed around at first, hoping to inspire
overconfidence in James. It worked; James grabbed him by the shoulders and
pushed him hard off balance. As Matt fell back, he reached out and grabbed
James’ low-hanging balls from under the black tuft. James shrieked as his
jewels were yanked from his body, but twisted wildly forcing Matt to land on
his side. James, however, was hurt badly. He held onto his wounded crotch.

Matt now jumped back up and kicked James in the stomach; the dark-haired boy
collapsed. Matt straddled his conquered foe and reach down for his nuts again.
The swift crushing of his own nuts surprised him. He screamed and fell onto
his side, freeing his nuts from James’ grip. The two boys pushed away from
each other, both holding their crotches tenderly.

James was the first up. He closed in on Matt slowly. Matt watched him approach
and blocked the first punch easily—it was too late to realize it was a sucker-
punch. The fist slammed into his nose to a spray of blood. Matt’s hand flew to
his face, uncovering his groin. James was taken aback by the blood. He had
never seen so much and backed away from the defenseless boy. Matt collapsed on
his side, his hands over his face and his legs flailing in pain.

Suddenly, James gathered his courage and rushed the downed boy. His right hand
sunk into the crying boy’s crotch and he squeezed the treasures there.

“One, two, three,” he counted as he watched the boys grappling. Matt was still
on his side, bleeding from his nose and his nuts being pulverized. “Four,
five! James, you won!”

James released his slave’s balls, who in turn curled up and sobbed openly. He
kissed James deeply. “I guess it wasn’t your last cum after all.” He reached
into his suitcase and withdrew a huge burdizzo. “OK, James. This is your toy,”
he said smiling.

James walked to his slave who was still curled up and crying. “Open your
legs,” he said. James’ slave, despite the pain, rolled onto his back and
spread his legs. James held the sack he had already destroyed in his hand. He
placed the metal jaws onto the skin and felt for the cords. When it was
aligned, James squeezed the handles and the cord was crushed. Matt tried to
double over but he held him down as James ruined his manhood. After ten
seconds, James released the half-man’s dying testicle and moved on to the
last. James felt for the cord and again brought the metal jaws down on it. In
ten seconds, Matt was no longer a man and was now the slave of a slave.

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Thecia's Little Accident

Summary: Thecia makes a slip of the knife.Fiction and not for minors.

Thecia’s little accident

My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m a working
engineer, but I enjoy cutting much more. I’ve been de-balling men for about
seven years now and I’ve racked up quite a score. I get my clients through a
tattoo parlor owned by my friend “Digger”, but some are repeat clients.

One of these is a Mistress named Linda who owns several slaves. The number
varies, but it’s usually two or three cut males, one stud male and one female.
She uses the stud male until she tires of him, then she nuts him and gets a
new one. She will sell or trade one to keep the numbers down. I do all the de-
balling for her.

This time she sent two intact male slaves, escorted by her female slave Pam.
When they arrived at my rented clinic in Mexico, Pam looked at me in horror
when she realized that she had forgotten the envelope with my payment. If it
was anyone else but Linda I would have been upset, but she was a regular and
would be good for it. Pam felt terrible and insisted on driving several hours
back to San Antonio for the money.

My assistant Jill and I strapped the two men onto their respective gurneys and
I got started. Linda always gave her slaves degrading names, these were “Shit
Head” and “Snot Nose” They were both very fit and good looking young men. When
we removed their clothes I found them to be up to Linda’s usual standards. At
seven and a half inches, Shit Head’s dick was the bigger by a little bit, both
sets of balls were world class, nice fat low hangers.

She usually gave me instructions on how to do it. If I should give more or
less pain, what to do with the severed nuts, etc. This time there was no such
letter.

I began the procedure. After preparing them, I cut open both nutsacks, one
slice on each side, I carefully tied off the cords popped the balls out and
snipped all four cords in order. The four nice balls were dropped into
formaldehyde filled peanut butter jars. I would send the gonads back to Linda
to do with as she likes.

We cleaned up and left the men resting as we want across the street to have
lunch. Nutting always makes me hungry.

Several hours later I checked in on the men and they had actually begun to
heal. I turned as Pam cam back into the clinic, tired from the drive but none
the worse for wear. She handed me the envelope with the cash in it. Along with
the cash was the missing instruction letter.

It Read, “Dear Thecia, Please take care of these slaves for me. I want Shit
Head nutted and please scare the shit out of my new stud slave, Snot Nose. Go
as far as popping his little balls out of his sack, then please put them back
so I can use his dick for a while. You can Keep Shit Heads nuts, I’m done with
them.

Thanks

Linda.”

All I could say was, “Shit.”

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia

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